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Part 4
Hey Devi Maiyya. This is just not working. I am not sure how that Laad Governor has the patience to do this every day.
Kushi impatiently pushed the strand of hair away from her face & glared at the book open near her. This is what I am supposed to do as per the book. And all this stuff about low nitrogen, high potash is just driving me crazy. And dig the hole thrice the height. How the hell am I supposed to measure the depth? With an inch tape? She was literally tearing her hair in frustration.
"WT* do you think you are doing."
She slipped & stumbled onto the heap of trash. She resurfaced with clay/mud all over her face, hair sticking at crazy angles, dress completely messed up. In short she looked like something the cat had dragged in & on closer inspection rejected huffily.
"WT* are you doing pottering around my garden."
She closed her eyes, swallowed hard & opened her eyes to find him kneeling beside her, his faces inches away scrutinizing her as if wondering how the hell she managed to escape the hawk-eyed scouts of the nearest loony bin. It must have been her angelic face he decided.
She stared at that handsome face. Most of the times when he was this close to her, his face would be a portrait of anger, fury or worse still scorn/disdain. So it was a sweet change to see him look at her with amusement, annoyance & affection all blended well on that chiseled face. On such occasions he dint look even a bit like LAAD GOVERNOR. She found him very cute & endearing on such occasions rare though they were. It was times like this when she felt like kissing him.
Finding him still waiting for a reply she plucked up some courage to open her mouth when his infamous impatience took over. His eye immediately fell on the book. She was just a split second late in her reflex by when it was woefully too late. He was already rifling through the pages curiously.
After a few nervous minutes broken only by the sound of the pages being pushed roughly he looked up with a completely indefinable expression on his face. She looked around frantically planning her escape but again as usual she was late. He grabbed her wrist & pulled her flush against himself. She collided with his hard body, stumbled again & grabbed his pull over instinctively.
He still dint break the silence but continued staring at her with those intense eyes. She couldn't return his glance & looked away. He touched her chin & slowly moved her face towards him.
"How...?" His voice trailed off.
"I asked Aakash jiju to get me the books & the other stuff as well including all these organic fertilizers. I was hoping that you wouldn't find out but you came home early today."
"Why Kushi? Why?"
"I know how much you love them & you were furious with me yesterday. I wanted to make amends."
"Can you do that for the biggest wrong-doing of yours Kushi. Can you make amends for destroying my heart & my Di's as well in tow?"
"I never broke Di's heart. You pronounced sentence without allowing me to defend myself. Regarding your heart you never had one in the first place for me to break. In fact you have got all the facts twisted Raizada. It's you who has always trampled on my heart ruthlessly many times including now when you in all your arrogant glory stripped me of not just my self-respect, dignity & happiness but also my family & their love. Now I am truly an orphan with no one to love, support or care for me, No one to laugh along with me in my happiness & cry for me in my sorrow. I hope you are happy now."
She saw his face awash with pain & hurt. She became silent though in her mind she felt a little bad for hurting him. Why did she still care about him when he continues to shower only hatred & indifference. Immediately yesterday night & morning flashed before her eyes & she felt a stab of regret. She saw him turning to leave wordlessly & held his hand to stop him.
"I am sorry Arnavji. Please believe me. I never liked Shyamji. We never knew he was married. He stayed in our house as a paying guest & slowly manipulated my Buaji who in turn forced me into an engagement with him. The moment I came to know the truth, I slapped him, broke the engagement & kicked him out of our house. I remained silent because I feared for Anjaliji's wellbeing when she gets to know his evil lust. I thought she might not withstand the trauma. Have you not done the same now by hiding the truth from her. How can you then hate me when you have taken the same decision."
"But..." She gestured with her hand.
"Please Arnavji. Before you speak let me tell you that I NEVER hugged him. He hugged me & I couldn't shake him off."
"You yelled at him to leave my Di" he growled at her.
"Yes & I ll say the same. She definitely deserves a better person than this philandering, psycho, sorry excuse of a husband. If you really claim to love your Di you wouldn't even let him be near her."
Minutes ticked away with neither of them daring to make the first move or break the uneasy silence. He ran his fingers in a harried manner through his already disheveled hair & once again she had the mad urge to mirror his actions & also run her fingers lightly over his stubble & that thin scar above his left eye.
"Why the hell have you painted the pot in all those weird, loud colours. It's jarring in my neat garden."
She gaped at him with her mouth wide open.
"I confess to you, desperately hoping that you would believe me & stop hating me & all that you do is yell at me for painting one of the pot in your garden. Raizada you are just unbelievable. Hope you rot in hell."
Fuming she stormed out leaving behind a confused & resigned looking Arnav. He stared once again at the pot & all the mess, muttered "UNBELIEVABLE" & went back to the sanity of his sterile bedroom.
Dinner once again was a muted affair. Nani was continuing with her silent emotional atyachar, mami was at her annoyingly loud best, akash & mama as usual nibbling in silence, payal continuing with those visual barbs that she kept aiming at her jetji, Anjali giggling idiotically at that jerk who in turn was shamelessly eyeing Kushi while all the time speaking to his wife in a coy tone. It grated on his nerves. He wanted to just rip him apart with his bare hands. Kushi saw his granite face & closed her eyes in prayer. She understood his inner turmoil & his pain tore her heart. In spite of her angry words she cared for him. Every time he was hurt she felt the pain double fold in her heart. Was this what true love was all about. Guilt, pain, agony & helplessness. She felt her eyes get misty & it took a mighty effort from her not to break down. She started clearing the plates when Anjali broke her thoughts asking her to eat.
"Arrey Rani sahiba you worry too much about others but ignore your own needs. Thank god I am there to worry about you & our kid. I think it's better you go & lie down in your room. Remember the doctor advice about taking complete rest for the next few weeks. Please don't strain yourself too much. I can't tolerate it if anything happens to you. I love you a lot"
While his mouth was churning out all these words he was staring continuously at Kushi with the last sentence blatantly aimed at her which made Arnav's blood boil. Kushi watched with shock as Arnav started walking furiously towards the creep.
"How lucky I am to be blessed with a husband like you who loves me so much. What have I done to deserve so much happiness." Anjali had tears in her eyes as she hugged him. Arnav felt like puking. He immediately changed course & stormed up to his room.
Tears were threatening to breach those beautiful eyes & she rushed after him silently.
By the time he reached the poolside he was actually panting. He stared wildly around him, saw all those serene plants & he lost his sanity momentarily. He grabbed the scissors & started hacking madly at all his beloved plants his heart dying along with them. Finally exhausted he let out a scream & fell on his knees sobbing unrestrainedly.
He felt soft hands touching him, lifting his head gently & he stared into those beautiful eyes which reflected his pain. Tears were silently coursing down her cheeks. His scream had pierced her heart. She felt as if her soul had been mercilessly plunged into a shredder. Her heart was bleeding slowly.
He let out another gut-wrenching scream & flung himself into her arms. She was cradling him in her arms, holding on to him tightly.
"Sshhh Arnav. Please... Please don't...". Her voice broke. He pulled away slightly & stared at her. It was the first time she had called him Arnav. He stared at that angelic face marred by pain & hurt, those haunting eyes, the lush quivering lips, those dreamy tresses framing her face & he lost control.
He pulled her & his lips crashed on hers. It was not a gentle kiss. It was violent, passionate, rough & thoroughly explorative. She felt the tiny shred of self-control that she was clinging to snap when his tongue started exploring lovingly the crevices in her mouth, teasing her tongue, drawing it out. She lost herself completely & was returning his kiss with the same passion & intensity. She felt his lips withdraw & before she could react felt them along her neck, her ears, her shoulders & finally her breasts. He was now ripping her sari impatiently trailing hot, open mouthed kisses all the way from her breasts to her bare stomach now that she was no longer covered by the sari pallu.
He lifted her, the pallu trailing beside her on the floor & went to their room. He drew the curtains & locked the door before falling gently beside her on the bed. He stared at her lovingly without breaking the eye lock. There was no need for words anymore. Kushi silently started to undress when his hand restrained her. Her breath caught in her throat when he started undressing her with painstaking tenderness. She felt her heart shattering into million pieces under his tenderness. He fell on her soft frame slightly crushing her & continued his ministrations with his lips. She felt herself going crazy with pleasure. He was kissing her senseless & she felt herself being sucked into a vortex of sheer ecstasy. She had never imagined their love making to be this exquisite even in her wildest dreams. It was maddeningly lovely beyond imagination. He was making love to her with his eyes, fingers, tongue & when he finally entered her she screamed his name in pure delight letting go all her fear & inhibitions in that moment. She felt as if he was touching, stimulating & simultaneously making love to every cell, every nerve, every neuron in her body. He touched not just her body but her soul as well.
He finally fell next to her, burying his face in her silky hair.
"Kushi..." He was murmuring her name in that sexily, husky voice of his making her lose her senses. Today she accepted defeat. She could never ever hate him. No matter how much she strived or toiled it was impossible.
She was truly, madly & deeply in love with this infuriatingly attractive man.
Edited by Angels11 - 13 years ago
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