Chapter 19
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MARRYING KHUSHI
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Part 20
Khushi dragged ASR to her bedroom and locked the door as soon as she possibly could.
"What did you do?" she fumed. "How dare you!"
"Kya hua, Khushi?" ASR was an innocent boy.
"Right in front of all my neighbours... my maasis... my chachis... the children... the purohit... your relations... Buaji... Amma... Babuji!" Khushi clutched her head. "He Devi Maiyya, what kind of a mad man have you sent for me?"
She collapsed on the bed.
"How will I look them in the face? They will tease me... I will have to wear a burkha to go out of the house... or wait till night to walk out!" Khushi ranted, imagining possible scenarios.
"Why are you so worried, Khushi? Is it because of the chumban?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Is it because of the chumban, he asks me!" Khushi exclaimed sarcastically. "No, I was crying because there were no jalebis for dinner!"
"Khushi..." he walked towards her.
"Don't Khushi me!" She jumped up and moved away.
He walked towards her. She moved backwards... back... back... till she hit the wall.
"Khushi..." he spoke in a soothing voice. "We are engaged. Engaged couples can give chumban to each other. It is permitted."
Khushi's mouth fell open. "It is?"
"Of course it is." ASR's honeyed tongue calmed her slightly.
She frowned. "Acha? I don't know... woh kya he, I have never been engaged before..." Khushi admitted slowly, thinking furiously.
ASR hid his smile.
But she rebounded. "How do you know? Have you been engaged before?" she wiggled her brows, demanding answers.
ASR said, "No, I have not been engaged before." He moved close to her and cupped her face. Looking in to her eyes, he asked gravely, "By the way, Khushi, what irritated you more, the fact that I gave you a chumban before others or that I gave you a chumban?"
Khushi gasped, the answer rushing to her head, but too subversive to be spoken.
ASR's eyes mellowed, reading the answer on her astonished face. He lowered his face and showered kisses on her forehead, her brows, her eyes, her cheeks, her chin... and near her lips...
Khushi stood as if turned to stone, trying to assimilate the various sensations crowding her veins, trying to calm the thunderous beat of her heart, trying to breathe...
Slowly, her lashes fluttered open.
He looked in to pools of nascent need, of burgeoning want, of budding passion... Reading the unspoken desire of her body, he pulled her close in to his hold, letting her rest against him. Her heart beat against his, singing the same song of simmering sensuality.
They stood for long, Khushi too tired and too shocked by the pleasure that she had derived from his touch and by the answer to his question.
"Titliyaa!" came Buaji's call.
Khushi jerked away from him.
"Titliyya, thoda sharm karo! Arnav Babua's family is waiting to go home. Let him go. You can talk later, Nandkisore!" Buaji hollered , standing at the shut door.
ASR smiled at Khushi's averted face. "I have to go now."
Khushi nodded.
"We can fight later." he cheered her up.
Khushi nodded. She had a lot of thinking to do.
He caught hold of her hand and looked at the ring he had placed there.
"It looks beautiful on your finger." he said.
Khushi looked at him, and at the ring she had placed on his finger.
He lifted her hand to his face and dropped a kiss on the ring.
Khushi stood staring at him, not having expected such a move from him.
"Good night, Khushi. Sleep well. And dream well, Mrs. Soon-to-be Rakshas!" he got in the last word before leaving her.
He moved close to her and cupped her face. Looking in to her eyes, he asked gravely, "By the way, Khushi, what irritated you more, the fact that I gave you a chumban before others or that I gave you a chumban?"
Khushi's lips parted, and the truth tumbled out. "You should not have... not before all the guests."
"I should have waited till we were alone?" His eyebrow arched in question.
Khushi lowered her head in bashfulness, nodding slightly.
"We are alone now." he whispered, his chocolate-brown eyes showering fire that burned her skin.
Khushi tried to turn away from his all-seeing eyes. He caught hold of her arm and tugged her closer. His fingers trailed over the sensitive skin of her arm, relishing the feel of her skin as though it were silk.
Kapdawala kahin ka! she thought.
As she looked in to his face, trapped in his strong arms and held against his muscular chest, he swooped down. His lips touched her cheek and moved down towards her jaw, lingering near the seam of her lips.
Khushi trembled, panting, her eyes shut. His lips gently brushed against the curve of her lips, her skin feeling scorched by his touch, her limbs feeling weak...
Khushi jumped up, panting, sweating. She looked around in shock.
Her poor Jiji was fast asleep, hugging her pillow. Mittu was dozing on her beam, making soft whimpering sounds as she dreamed of seeds and treats.
Had she dreamed of the Rakshas? Or had he stolen in to her bedroom? It had seemed so real! His touch, his chumban... Khushi touched her lips to see if they were still there!
Was he hiding in her room? She peeked under the bed. There was no one there.
She shook out her blankets. No, he was not there.
She looked behind the wardrobe and under the table. No one.
How dare he disturb her sleep? She ran to get the phone he had given to her. She would call him and chastise him for disturbing her.
She pressed his number, and as it rang, cut the call. She needed to gather herself before challenging him. Maybe she should wait till morning.
She dropped the phone on her pillow, and slipped in to bed. Let it dawn, she promise herself. I will show him who is the malik! No, malkin!
ASR checked his phone as he woke up. A missed call from Khushi. At 1am. A smile bloomed on his lips. He quickly called her back.
Khushi grumbled in her sleep as the phone made a din, hurting her ear.
"Hellooo..." she mumbled.
"Khushi..." the husky voice sent all her sleep running away from her like children at the sight of a teacher with a cane!
She sat up straight in her bed, the phone at her ear, her eyes bright and alert.
"Why did you call me?" he asked.
"Call you?" she scratched her head. "I did not call you. You called me." He was ajeeb!
"Last night. You called me?" She could hear him smiling.
"Nahin to." Khushi frowned. "You must have dreamed that I called you!"
"Then why is there a missed call from your number?" he asked softly.
Khushi gulped. She had forgotten that she had tried to call him.
"Did you dream of me, Khushi?" he asked, his voice touching every nerve end and making her shudder in reaction.
She cut the call, shut down the phone, and buried it under her pillow. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought!
"Oh, neend na mujhko aaye!
Dil mera ghabaraae...
Chup ke chup ke, koi aa ke,
Soya pyaar jagaae... O ho..ho..ho..ho..." Mittu sang.
Dil mera ghabaraae...
Chup ke chup ke, koi aa ke,
Soya pyaar jagaae... O ho..ho..ho..ho..." Mittu sang.
Khushi glared at the bird. "No seed for you today, Mittu rani! You too are out to burn my heart like that Laad Governaar!"
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