Hello my fellow Arhi lovers, this is my first step in the fascinating world of OS / SS and FF. I have been a silent reader mostly, totally awed by the brilliant writings here. I dared to write this, hoping you would like this. Even if you dont, please do comment. Your opinions matter, a lot.
Part I: Here
Part II: Page 3
Part III: Page 6
Part IV: Page 7
Part V: Page 11
Part VI: Page 15
Part VII : Page 17
Part VIII :Last Part : Page 20
Surrounded by laughing, chattering ladies, Khushi stood in the middle of hers and Payal's room, clutching the pink and green sari to her chest, her red bangles twinkling on her wrists. 'Parameshwari , kabhie toh hamari taraf dhyan do'', buaji spoke in her ears again and from her tone, it was clear that this was not the first time. 'Dhyan, Buaji? Woh hum'', Khushi turned to Buaji, eyes drenched in dreams of her Laad Governor, a goofy smile on her face. Her heart felt that it would burst out of her chest anytime. First, the bangles, then the sari, what was happening here?
'Shaam ko yehi sari pahenogi kya?' , she heard her amma asking, 'who joh dusri sari pasand ki ho, woh nahin ?" Without replying, dreamy smile intact on her face, she walked out of her room,not paying any attention to 'Sanka Devi ki nayii sanak'.
She came out to the porch, remembering the smile on Arnavji's face, as they had seen each other earlier today. How he had helped her, serving the food, teasing her about the katoris, brushing het hair aside; her 'dhak dhak' became too loud and insistent at this time. 'Hey Devi Maiyya' hamare sath kya ho raha hai? Mada karna. Madad karna'.",
In the evening, she draped the pink and green sari, blushing as she did so'.All she could think of were the Laad Governor's smile, the look in his eyes when she chose the sari he liked, the touch of his hands, the way he said her name ' Khushi'..' , the low, husky voice felt as if someone was rubbing her skin with sandpaper and petals at the same time. She trembled, feeling his arms hugging her from behind., his breath in her hair, which she had left untied for him. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, feeling him close, surrounded by his arms, his thoughts. 'No wonder, buaji calls me 'Sanka Devi, he is not even here and I can feel his arms around me, aisa kuch bhi nahi hai, Khushi behave yourself', opening her eyes, she chided herself.
As the bridal party was getting ready, a frantic call came from Anjali. 'Khushiji, can you come home right away, its urgent! Something has come up that only you can handle. I have already sent a car, please come fast.' 'Coming Anjaliji, but please tell me what happened, you are scaring me' , cried Khushi in response to Anjali's urgent summons. ' Come fast, I can't talk now' and the call was disconnected, leaving a bewildered Khushi, clutching the phone in her suddenly nerveless hands.
Khushi informed her family about Anjali's call and everyone agreed that she should go now and the family will follow later. Buaji gave her the basket containing garland for the groom (I am not exactly sure if the mala comes from the bride's side, if not, please excuse me).
As soon as she reached the flower-decked Raizada House, Khushi rushed inside, her head full of horrible thoughts of someone being hurt, sick or worse, mamiji again trying to stop the marriage. She saw a widely smiling HP, 'Khushiji aap aa gayi? Anjaliji aapka intezar kar rahi hai Arnav Bhaiyya ke kamre mein.." ,
The basket of garland clutched in her hand, Khushi rushed up the stairs, her heartbeats almost deafening her. Hearing the sound of muffled sobs, her footsteps slowed, eyes wide in anticipation of some catastrophe, she slowly turned the doorknob, only to be pushed aside by a sobbing Anjali. 'Kya hua, Anjaliji, kya hua'.Aap ro kyun rahi hai?" cried Khush, who was getting agitated by the minute. She held Anjali in a side hug and tried to get her inside the room, but Anjali mumbled that she was not stepping inside 'His' room again and walked away.
Her heart in her mouth, Khushi, opened the door and stepped inside Arnav's room., 'Kya kiya aapne, kyun rulaya Anjali ko?' She fumed, knowing fully well that the angry man, pacing the room, must have done something to upset Anjali so. 'Not now, Khushi and not you too'., Arnav spoke harshly, not even looking at her. 'What do you mean, not you too'' Khush asked looking at the room, astonished at the disarray.
Clothes were strewn everywhere, the ever pristine room looking like a war zone. Realization dawned, as she looked at a slightly dishevelled Arnav (he has a haircut, same as Diwali, ye ye ye).'Aap apne bhai ki shaadi mein bhi yeh kaali suit pahenge? Aapke paas dusre kapde nahin hain? ' Chirped the voice of Khushi Kumari Gupta, intruding on Arnav's grim thoughts on weddings and dress codes andexpectations from weepy family members who do not hesitate to wield tears as weapons, present company not excluded.
'Mere paas dusre kapde nahin hain? How dare you Khushi Khumari Gupta?' Roared Arnav Singh Raizada, only to see an unconcerned Khushi, rolling her wrists, smiling at her bangles, rather dreamily, he thought, with an inner smirk. She slowly lifted her eyes from her red bangles and informed him 'hamare paas bhi dusre bangles hain, yeh laal churiyaan toh yeh pink sari ke sath bilkul hi match nahin karti, phir bhi humne pahene, kyunki'' . 'Kyunki, kya? ' breathed Arnav, who had moved towards her and now was only a couple of inches away from her. He breathed in, inhaling the fragrance of the tiny white flowers adorning her hair, the smell of her shampoo, the scent of her skin.
'Kyunki, hum kyun bataye, aapne kabhie dusre ke pasand ki parwah ki hai, kya? ' , Khushi breathed, Her breaths were getting shorter, her 'Dhak dhaks,' quite deafening, her skin getting warm, the same things that happened to her, whenever he came this close to her. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the look in her eyes, her skin was getting scorched, wherever his eyes landed. The pulse in her throat beat erratically, her lips trembled, drawing his eyes to them. Her hands were clutching her sari, reminding him of another night.
Arnav slowly held her hands, untangling them from the folds of her sari, the sari that he had chosen, the sari which did not match her red bangles at all. He lifted her hands ,running his fingers lightly over her bangles, rubbing her wrists gently, where he could feel her pulse, running wild. He slowly traced the 'A' in her mehendi, smiling all the while. Suddenly, in a move that surprised a squeal out of her, he pressed his lips to her palm, licking the 'A', not moving his eyes from her face.
Khushi snapped open her eyes, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide as saucers and looked at Arnav, did he just'He had an indescribable look in his eyes, his lips were still on her palm. Catching her eyes, he kissed the "A' again and repeated the action, till an overwhelmed Khushi clutched his shoulders, her legs giving away. 'Pl..pl..please stop, Arnavji' , she breathed and hid her hot and red face in his neck.
'Kyun, dar gayi 'whispered Arnav, in his aching husky voice, his previous bad mood forgotten, in the presence of his Khushi, yes, Khushi, there is no point in denying the fact, at least to himself. Khushi shook her head, her hair tickling his neck in the process. Arnav closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, inhaling her unique scent, inhaling Khushi. Deciding to tease her a little more, heck, tease both of them, he blew in her hair, brushing her shell-like ear with his lips. He smiled to himself, feeling victorious as he registered her trembling form.
'Toh tumney meri pasand pahani hai,', he murmured, his imagination running wild about his other pasands that she would wear soon. (Please use your imagination, this is my first OS and I do not wish to be banned or get my wrists slapped'. ,anyway, imagine away, I am''''). 'Aa aa aapki pasand', mumbled Khushi, her eyes still closed, lost in his embrace. 'Really'' Arnav murmured, pressing his lips just under her ear, kissing her. Losing himself in the moment, Arnav rained kisses on her neck, biting softly. He reached her jaw, kissed there and slowly kissed the corners, first the left corner and then the right. 'Khushi', he groaned, willing her to open her eyes, to look into her eyes, when he kissed her, when they kissed, for the first time. "Khushi', he breathed again, kissing her eyelids, one by one,
Khushi was drowning, she felt weightless, but her eyelids were heavy, so heavy, they felt they were glued together. She clutched his shoulders, pressing herself against him and shook her heard against the command to open her eyes. She could feel his breath on her lips, warm, fragrant, so him. She imagined how they would feel against hers. She had felt them on her, her cheek and on her wrist. She waited, with bated breath, for the touch of his lips. And waited. ...
Please let me know, if this is readable, tolerable, and if I should continue...
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