SS: Living Without You: Part 27 updated - Page 26

at last she admitted that she loves him...and everything afetr that was so sensual..intense...i can see the sparks..

wow!!!! this s so beautiful!!!! and am jus wanting more!!!

Smita! *Staring in shock at you!*
You had to stop there?!
Seriously?!
My heart had literally stopped beating, and bam! You stopped!

Please, Please, PLEASE continue soon! :)

Atlast she admitted her love and then...

awesome update..
the thick cvs of ipk should hire u for ur superb plot..
ur stories r so magical..
superb update..
loved it smita..

it's fabulous. I can literally see the scene. So much love... Oh Khushi must leave her pigheadedness. Arnav is trying to make amends.😊😊😊😊😊

Part 21

Her innocent fingers went exploring. They traced the seam of his lips, the outer curves of the stern top one and the sensual, fuller lower one. A finger lingered on his lower, full lip. He parted his lips, and captured her finger tip to suck it.

(Thanx, Shruti_P)

He heard her breath catch in her throat. With eyes still closed, he caught her hand in his, in a loose grip. She could pull away if she wished to, but he prayed she wouldn't. He licked, laved, and sucked his way down the finger, kissing it as often as possible. He generously gave his attention to the other fingers of that hand and her palm too, lest they be jealous of that special finger.

He could feel her tremble. He opened his eyes to see her lost in the sensual web that he had created, her eyes glazed with new desire, her body languid and melting.

She was so responsive, so sensitive to even the slightest touch of his body. Her rapid breathing, her fluttering eyelids, her quivering limbs, her trembling lips... She made him feel like the only man on earth.

They stood staring at each other, lost in the world of pleasure that they had just shared. The light of the dawn seeped in through the windows, and enclosed them in a golden glow. He still had her hand in his. He heard movement in the courtyard, in the kitchen. The boys must be up. Amma and Buaji must be awake. With great difficulty, he came out of the haze and curled his palm around her chubby, warm cheek.

"Khushi?" Love flowed through his voice.

"Ji?", she whispered.

"Will you come out with me tomorrow evening?"

"Ji?"

Go out with him? He had never taken her anywhere in the 6 months of their marriage. All the drives they had taken together had been out of necessity.

"I will take Amma, Babuji, and Buaji's permission."

She stood silent.

"I will ask the permission of Munna, Krishna, Madhu's mother, and all the chachas, chachis, nanas, naanis etc in the neighbourhood if needed...", he teased.

She smiled.

"I will come with you. But..."

"But?"

"Will you stop the car on the way and ask me to get out?"

He swallowed. He cradled her right cheek in his palm. "Never, Khushi. Never again. From now on, we are going all the way together."

Arnav went down for breakfast, and was welcomed by the family as though he had been away for a week. He tried to return the key to the courtyard that he had borrowed. Amma, Buaji, and Babuji refused to accept it.

"Keep it with you, Nandkisore."

"Haan, Bitwaa. You can come and go as you please."

"Babua, today is Madhu's sangeet and mehendi. Will you be able to get here in the evening?"

"Buaji, I will reach here only by seven. I have a meeting beginning at 5.30. It won't end before 6.45."

"That is alright, Bitwaa. We will wait for you. We will go together after you come."

"No, Amma, Buaji. You go to Madhu's house. I will come there directly."

"Are you sure?", they asked, worried that he may not be able to locate them in the crowd. "There will be lots of guests there, Bitwaa..."

"I will call you if I can't find you."

After days, no months, Khushi finally felt that life was worth living. She knew in her heart that it had all to do with the conversation that she and Arnavji had shared in her bedroom that morning, but she was too stubborn to admit it aloud. She had suffered too much in the last two and a half months to lay down her arms meekly. She wanted to wait and watch.

She dressed for Madhu's sangeet with special care. She had applied the mehendi earlier in the day and had spent a good part of the day looking on while her boys worked. Her hands had been useless. And each time she had tried to do some task with her henna-stained hands, the boys had hooted with laughter. But it was all worth it. The mehendi made her arms, palms, and fingers look beautiful. She admired them. Would Arnavji think that her arms looked beautiful?

She dressed in a pink lehenga with a small, tiny choli, and a skirt with lots of intricate bead & glass work. Her arms were adorned with pink & gold glass bangles. She debated over leaving her hair unbound or plaited. Arnavji liked it unbound. So she brushed it till it shone, and left it free to dance in the breeze. She placed a maangtikka with white and pink stones in her maang and paused. She missed wearing sindoor. Her lips drooped, but she firmed them with determination. Crying over the past had never done anyone any good. Her parents weren't going to return. Nor was the sindoor going to appear in her maang by magic. She lifted a heavy necklace. Her neck had been bare since August 14^th when she had removed her mangalsutra in Arnavji's car and returned it to him. She looked at the necklace. Those without mangalsutra had to make do with such fancy jewellery. She sighed, and then quickly put it on before she changed her mind.

The aunties and Madhu's relations who had come from various parts of the country were determined to enjoy the sangeet. The ladies began the programme with folk songs and dances. Khushi, Munna, and Krishna cheered as Amma and Buaji danced and sang of lovelorn girls and ardent swains, joined by Vimala Chachi and Nandini Mausi. Soon the younger crowd took over. Chammak Challo Cheil Chabeli, Chokra Jawan Re, and Challa Walla were played loudly, blasting the ears of the elders. The children danced and sang along, cooling themselves with tall glasses of sherbet and stuffing themselves with Khushi's sweets.

Arnav came in to Madhu's house which was overrun with people. Lots of chatter, music, dance, laughter, lights... He looked around for a glimpse of Khushi. He walked in to the big hall and saw many ladies of all ages dancing to the beats of Munni Badnaam Hui, Darling Tere Liye. And right in the middle of the crowd was his angel. The pink lehenga shimmered as she turned and twisted to the music, her maangtikka fell away from her maang, the stones of her necklace glimmered, her chudi danced along her arms made astonishingly beautiful with mehendi. Her bindi twinkled to match her eyes, her lips smiled. His lips smiled to keep hers company. He looked at her maang. His smile faded. It looked bare without his sindoor. And her neck. Nothing suited her more than his mangalsutra.

She looked up and saw him. Arnavji was looking at her. The music faded. The noise vanished. The crowd ceased to exist. She took one step after the other, moving slowly but steadily towards him, her eyes on his, her heart in her eyes. He could not take in the vision of beauty standing before him. The elaborately worked pink skirt, the miniscule blouse, the curve of her waist. He drew in a much needed breath.

Someone called, "Khushi?"

She turned around, presenting him with a view of her back. The perfect figure, the fullness of her hips, her slender arms, the long, silky hair... A gust of wind blew her hair away from her back. His heart stopped beating in shock and male appreciation. Saying that the blouse had a low back would be an exaggeration as the blouse did not have much cloth at the back as far as his eyes could see. There was just some flower holding the thin edges together. His fingers itched to get to that flower. He had always loved gardening.

Part 22:

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It was so lovely update.

her maang...looked bare without his sindoor. And her neck.Nothing suited her more than his mangalsutra...😆

His fingers itched to get to that flower. He had always loved gardening... lols😳

Was that it? He loved gardening... or is to do with Khushi's back? Lol!. Two lovely updates? You are spoiling us...Continue soon.

omg thats amazing