SS: FOREVER, maybe... - Page 8

FOREVER, maybe…

Chapter 8

'Blue one…. no green one…no blue one….ohh God why is this sooo difficult….. ok blue one …ok..shoes….pumps….no sandals…..perhaps the wedges…Khushi Kamini Gupta …you have gone mad…wedges with a lehenga?...the golden ones…these look good I guess…. Pheww…looking good is stressful…huh, I don't think I have ever given sooo much thought to my designs in school.'

Khushi was never much of a 'dress up person'. Not that she didn't like looking good but she didn't think that she had the patience for it and let's admit it, it requires careful thought and hours of planning, moreover, her fashion critic Arnav Singh Raizada thought she looked stunning even in pyjamas. But this was different. It was the occasion of Momo's parents' 30^th wedding anniversary and there was grand party. The dress code was 'royal' though Khushi wondered it would anyway matter to the Bannerjee's. Momo's mom was always in rick silks and diamonds but perhaps it was their royal lineage that added most to the 'royal' aura.

Momo had threatened Khushi with dire consequences if she failed to live up to her expectations. 'Knowing Momo, she could actually do that', the thought had propelled Khushi towards a shopping expedition to find the right royal lehenga. After half a Saturday, 20 trials and a good 20 grand, they managed to find something, that suited both their requirements; that is it had to meet Khushi's demands of 'complimenting her personality', 'complimenting her skin tone', 'should not show much skin' and Momo's desires of 'should look royal', 'should be sexy', 'should not match any of her's or anyone else's dress she had seen so far'. It was a wonder to Khushi that existed a dress on this planet that actually satisfied so many and her 'Arnav should like it' secret criteria!

She pulled her hair to one side to put on the necklace when she saw it. A bite mark on her neck; she bit her lower lip, put some concealer on it as her thoughts went back to the blissful days and nights of the last week.

Momo had surprised them with her show of emotions seeing them kiss. They were a bit flustered that their first kiss was not a secret but then again she never had any secrets from Momo; though she wondered if Arnav would like the extent of their sharing. As they waited with baited breath for Momo to scream or do something explosive, Momo walked in rubbing something off her eyes and sat beside them and pulled out her medical stuff.

'Let me check your temperature ...' she had said as Arnav coming back to his senses, had pulled Khushi off from his lap and made her lie down. After 10 minutes of medical interrogation, Momo wrote down some medicines and instructed Arnav with the doses. Khushi hardly remembered anything of it; the fever was pretty high and the medicines had a delirious impact on her. She had woken up the next morning to find Arnav asleep on the floor beside her bed, his head resting on the bed. She felt much better and it was just not the fever which had gone but the agonising pain of not being with Arnav, which had eaten her up the better part of the week.

Arnav woke up with a start as Khushi had tried to get off bed.

A: "What do you think you are doing?" he had asked

K: "What, going to freshen up and then make breakfast as I always do..." she had answered with a smile.

A: "It's Ok…go freshen up …are you feeling better?...I will make the breakfast .."

K: "Forget it …I'm fine…you get some sleep…. It's Saturday and I want good food…..and I'm really feeling better…"

She was lost in the thoughts of the night before, making Arnav's favourite breakfast from utthampam mix when she had felt a pair of hands on her waist; tentative at first growing more confident with every passing millimetre till they reached her navel. She drew in her breath as she felt Arnav's breath on her shoulders and suddenly it was back, the urge to have him completely. He had turned her towards him and everything after that was all that had been happening the entire week…. burned food, messed up hair, Arnav getting hit on the head with the sink while trying to get up from floor, smudged lipstick, bite marks on necks, dinner at 2 am etc etc…..

Khushi blushed at the thought as she looked in the mirror to confirm she would not have to face dire consequences. Truly, looking perfect was challenging…she gave a mental salute to all models, actresses and other media hunted people who managed to look perfect all the time. Now it was time to check in on Arnav.

"Arnav, I'm ready…we don't want to be late for Momo's party do we?...remember the last time?"

Yes Arnav remembered the last time…he had been punched in the gut bu Momo, to literally knock off the air from his lungs…it was Momo's 16^th birthday party, she used to be feistier, if that was at all possible. He had skipped all her parties since. It was a weak moment with Khushi when he had agreed to go for this party and now he thoroughly regretted his decision. 'Royal'…. What king of douche bag come up with a theme like this?...Arnav struggled with the buttons of the Sherwani.

' Damm you Momo… like you haven't create enough trouble in my life already…'

But then he was struck with a brilliant idea to make this party about him and Khushi…..It was fun seeing Momo in moral dilemma between voicing up for his parents and caring for her bestie. Arnav had finally won and he just hoped everything worked out well tonight.

He stepped out from his room and the sight of Khushi literally took his breath away. A blue-green lehenga draped the silhouette of Khushi Kamini Gupta. Arnav envied the pearls that adorned the irresistible neckline of the top and the beige dupatta that was perfectly entwined with her arms. A single string of diamonds that encircled her neck did little add to the simmering image of Khushi who glowed like a princess. Could he take a little credit for that? Maybe he could. But now was not the time for self glorification. There were more important things to be done like going to Momo's party.

"Yes, I'm ready…..and you look beautiful…."

Khushi gave a shy little smile and Arnav felt a little knot of apprehension grow in his stomach.

'It is right?... am I moving too fast….Momo agrees but I should not have trusted the monster…crap man…it's too late now…'

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