Series of FF's on Arnav & Khushi : updated pg 165 - Page 4

Originally posted by: smithasrk

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Thanks dear, I'm also enjoying writing it more than watching the serial right now 😉

At least I can make ASR do what I want him to do, and also get bashed up when he misbehaves too much 😊

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am confused ... should i clear the 'misunderstanding' during the wedding sequence...

or do we want Arnav dear to suffer some more!!

Lemme know 😆 your thoughts

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Payal and Akash had decided [much against mamiji's laments] that the wedding would be held at the Gupta haveli, and would be just a simple ceremony with close friends and relatives. The reception, in Delhi, would be elaborate 'Raizada' style, to gratify mamiji's wishes of a grand wedding for her son.

When Aman reached Khushi's house in the morning, his only wish was to hole up and die somewhere. But that was not to be. Amid the haldi ceremonies being performed by the women of the house, in the central courtyard, there were contractors, caterers, well-wishers, helpers and anyone one you could name in every corner of the house. Babuji caught Aman as soon as he spotted him and put him to the task of overseeing the lighting, and then the mandap arrangements, and then… his list just did not stop.

"Another pill…" Aman groaned inwardly, "I need another pill, before I tackle any of this." To top it all, he could feel Khushi giving him dirty glares over the bevy of women gathered in the courtyard. "It's going to be long painful day, dude." Aman braced himself.

**

Surprisingly, as is always the case, everything looked pictured perfect by the time the sun set, and the time for the wedding guests to arrive dawned. All the chaos of the day, seemed as if swept under a giant carpet, and even the twinkling stars visible in the sky over the courtyard looked as if waiting to shower star dust on the young couple to be married.

Khushi had chosen to wear a sari today. The intricately woven onion pink Benarasi brocade, complimented her flushed cheeks and toffee brown eyes, while the gossamer gold choli seductively hugged her soft curves, while leaving her back bare. She had braided her hair with small white champa flowers, and as she ran in and out of jiji's room a sweet fragrance enveloped her as the braid swayed two and fro on her graceful back. Since she knew she was to be on her feet till midnight, she had decided not to wear heels, and opted for a pair of gold seqin encrusted jootis. Pink glass bangles jangled on her slim wrists, and a kamarband - a thin gold chain with paisley charms - rested on her slim waist, it belonged to her grandmother, and had been kept away for Khushi's trousseau by amma. Small gold jhumkas, and a matching maang tika completed her jewellery. She looked captivating in her simplicity, only her eyes betraying her stress levels as she got jiji ready for the most important day of her life. Emotions varying from 'misery' to be soon parted from her jiji; 'apprehension' of how jiji would cope with a mother-in-law like mamiji; 'dread' at facing Arnav this evening and a constant worry that all should go well today for her family, were flitting across her face at regular intervals. One minute she would frown at her thoughts, and another become rapt with jiji's shringar ritual.

A hullabaloo outside, indicated the arrival of the baarat, and Khushi felt jiji's hand go wet and clammy. Giving them a reassuring squeeze, Khushi walked to the window, to watch amma do the traditional tilak ceremony to Akashji. Behind Akash was a small group of his family and close friends all smiling indulgently at the groom, while one stiff figure behaved as if he was at a funeral. Not an iota of emotion shone in those black eyes, and Khushi wondered what could have been crossing his mind right now. She watched as he completely ignored a shimmering Lavanya who was hanging on to his arm as if her life depended on it.

"Well, she has the audacity to call ME 'chamkili', Khushi fumed, remembering her torturous days at the offices of ASR. "She seems to have gotten all the sequins and crystals of meena bazaar on HER sari today… and what's that … was she not wearing a blouse or what!" Khushi gaped at the vast expanse of bare skin that was wrapping itself all over a completely lifeless Arnav Singh Raizada. "I wonder what happened to him, that he looks completely frozen." Khushi thought, remembering the monster whose eyes were always filled with fury. She noticed his eyes were bloodshot right now but then so had Aman's been all day, she thought angrily.

Lost in her thoughts, standing at the window, Khushi suddenly felt a rush of warmth. Focusing on the ceremony outside, her eyes met Arnav's as she found him staring at her with a pair of cheerless eyes. Warning bells rang noisily her mind, as she pursed her lips and turned away from the window abruptly.

"How is 'he' looking?" Payal asked Khusi shyly when she returned to where her sister was sitting. Taken aback, as she had not even noticed Akashji, Khushi guiltily turned a pretty shade of pink. "I can describe what the monster is wearing perfectly, if you want to know," a sly voice spoke inside her head. The jet-black achkan hugged his muscular frame perfectly, tapering towards his slim waist and then fanning out gently just below his knees. A cream Aligarhi churidaar hugged those toned legs and a turquoise silk handkerchief added that dash of colour peeping put of his breast pocket. Khushi felt a blush creep down her neck now, as she stalled her vivid imagination. "Had I really noticed all that in those few seconds, devi mayyiya?" she asked herself.

Thankfully she need not have answered jiji, as her young cousins came running in to call the bride out for the jaimala ceremony.

"Chalo jiji", Khushi helped her up gently, arranging the bridal veil comfortably over her sister's head. Making sure she was able to walk the short walk without tripping over her voluminous lehnga.

As she walked beside a visibly nervous jiji, Khushi completely lost in prayers for her jiji's happiness, did not notice Arnav's eyes following her every step, as if she were walking towards him alone and not surrounded by a crowd of women.

Why was he not feeling anything at all, Arnav asked him once again for the hundredth time since morning? He didn't feel angry, he didn't feel irritated, he didn't feel happy… he DID NOT FEEL ANYTHING. The cold block around his heart was making him completely numb.

As he had looked at the window during the 'tilak' he felt a moment of warmth as his eyes met Khushi's. She looked an image of loveliness, in her pastel coloured saree draped across her petite form. The white flowers in her hair, her kajal rimmed wide eyes, glittering diamond nose pin and quivering glossy pink lips, evoked a feeling of tenderness in him. And before he could take in his hearts fill, she had frowned at him and turned away abruptly. Would it be okay to excuse one self right now, and go get another drink, he speculated.

And now she sashayed alongside her sister towards where they were waiting and Arnav felt as if the whole world had dissolved into a silent black and white film. The only bit of colour and motion was Khushi, walking towards him slowly, smiling shyly. The only sound was the soft tinkle of her anklets; the only fragrance her jasmine laden hair. She was walking towards him and he felt himself open his arms ready to embrace her and take her away somewhere.

"ASR", Lavanya whined, as she felt him try to shake her off his arm. "I got all decked up in this finery to please nani, and she has just been shooting daggers at me all evening." She lamented further. "And now you are also behaving boorish… you haven't even told me how I look."

"You look very nice, as always, Lavanya," Arnav answered as if on autopilot. His attention was not on Lavanya or her clothes at all right now. He had finally found a warm place, where he was feeling something. Where just Khushi was walking towards him her arms out stretched … where he waited to envelope her in his embrace …

"Chote!" Anjali di shook him out of his reverie. She was looking pointedly towards Akash who was standing alone with the garland as Payal walked towards him.

Only to happy to shake off Lavanya, Arnav marched across to where his brother stood waiting for his bride. Looking towards Payal, his eyes met with Khushi's and he watched the smile fade from her lips, as she found him staring at her. The sisters reached them, and Akash and Payal shared shy smiles, while Khushi threw daggers at Arnav from beside her sister.

Amid a round of applause, the bride and groom exchanged garlands and walked towards the mandap being showered with rose petals. As the pink petals fell all around them, Khushi suddenly looked up and laughed gleefully, forgetting everything and trying to catch them on her face. Forgetting even the stunned expression on Arnav's face, as he stood there looking at her as if could not get his eyes off her.

A flurry near the mandap had them both turning towards where Akash had just removed his shoes, and the young cousins had pounced on them. Khushi turned questioningly towards Arnav, her eyes asking why he was not there to protect his brother's shoes… His startled expression told her, he had no clue what she was saying, and shaking her head ruefully, Khushi turned once again and walked away from him… the ice was seeping around his chest again, Arnav thought watching her slim hips swaying away from him.

***

"Where could she hide Akashji shoes?" Khusi stood in the verandah, away from the hustle bustle of the central courtyard with a pair of brocade jooti's in one hand and biting the nails of her other hand. The kids had handed over the shoes to her while the pheras were going on.

The roof!! Yes of course! The roof was perfect, Khushi thought happily. No one would look there, she decided, turning around and walking purposefully towards the stairs.

The pale moonlit night lit up the place gently as Khushi stood on the roof now, thinking where exactly she could hide the shoes. Finally deciding on putting them under one of the 'moodas' there, she ran lightly towards it and quickly put the jooti's under, happy at her task.

**

Even through the haze of pain, Arnav felt her presence the moment she stepped on to the roof, where he was taking an overseas call. His head still throbbed and he quelled the shaky feeling that he was not well. The tinkle of her anklets broke the stillness of the quiet night as he watched her glide to an arrangement of chairs, close to where he stood in the shadows near the parapet. So engrossed was she in her task, that she did not even notice she had company. Arnav felt a gush of tenderness as he watched, phone forgotten in his hand, her triumphant smile as she accomplished her task.

He watched silently as she also sensed a presence, looked quizzically towards the shadows where he was standing and started walking towards him slowly.

Arnav's felt his heart thawing once again, and lost all track of time and space as she was once again walking towards him, a little dread on her face as she neared the shadowy recess where he was leaning against the parapet.

"What are you doing her?" she asked angrily … actually relieved to see him and not some intruder that she was expecting. He was very silent, unlike the Arnav she knew and Khushi stepped closer towards him as the shadows hid his face from her. "Are you okay?" she asked gently, her sweet nature getting the better of her. After all he was a guest in their house! As she reached out her arm instinctively towards him, without thinking, she found herself tripping on something and falling headlong into his arms, and as always they always seemed to be there to hold her! Both of them lurched on the low wall as Arnav tried to steady both of them before they plummeted down on to the ground floor unceremoniously.

As she tried to disentangle herself from him, Khushi felt a painful tug on her ear… her earring was stuck on the hook of his achkan. NO, Khushi moaned, NOT AGAIN!!! She noticed that he was not moving and just stood motionless while she fidgeted to free herself, her ear lobe paining with every tug.

Her hand reached towards her ear and met his as Arnav too reached out to disentangle the piece of jewellery from his achkan. Khushi froze, and immediately lowered her hand, but not before realizing that his hand was burning hot. As those burning hands touched her cool ear lobe to probe the cause of the problem, she felt a shiver pass down her spine and stumbled further into him, not being able to stand on her quivering feet.

"Stop fidgeting," he whispered harshly, as if trying to control his emotions and concentrate at the task in hand, "you'll only hurt yourself."

His hand was unnaturally hot, thought Khushi, as she tried to stand steadily crushing the desire to touch him and concentrated on thinking of her devi mayyiya instead.

Little did she realize that her proximity was running havoc on Arnav's mind too. It was taking all of his will power to concentrate on the task at hand and not crush her to him in a death grip. His fingers fumbled with her earring, being careful not to hurt her, as he felt her warm laboured breath somewhere near his neck. "Ouch", Khushi instinctively raised her hand towards her ear, as he gave it a painful tug. Her hand touched the side of his neck, under his ear and she finally realized that he was actually burning up with a very high fever. As the earring came free, Arnav saw that she had not moved away, but remained standing near him her hand at his neck. She could now turn up to look into his face, as the hindering earring had been removed.

"Are you okay?" she asked again, huskily, her hand now holding the side of his face against his jaw. "He's shaved today," she thought distractedly, as she felt the smooth skin against her soft hands.

His last thought was the feel of her soft hands on his face and the concerned brown eyes looking deeply into his, and for the first time in his life Arnav Singh Raizada collapsed against her in a faint!

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And now she sashayed alongside her sister towards where they were waiting and Arnav felt as if the whole world had dissolved into a silent black and white film. The only bit of colour and motion was Khushi, walking towards him slowly, smiling shyly. The only sound was the soft tinkle of her anklets; the only fragrance her jasmine laden hair. She was walking towards him and he felt himself open his arms ready to embrace her and take her away somewhere.

Your description as so vivid that they create picture that is ethereal..the whole scene danced before my eyes

you have exceptional talent...

fabulous and i loved it...

thanks for the pm..and cant wait for the next part..

hey.the update was awesome as always...👏