Living Without You: 3: Link to Thread 4 (Part 41) - Page 37

This Arnav is so naughty and the game is real seductive!

Smita this was amazing
From start to finish
Playful Arnav is adorblr

😊 sweet part ,, loved it ,, wonna know what the gift is ? please continue sooon

Very naughty and romantic too

Iss cliffhanger ko kya naam doon!?!

aww!!! i wanna know wht the gift was!! 😆

Part 35

The fine hairs near her ear fluttered in the gentle breeze that his naughty whisper produced. Her hands holding the packet trembled.

"Aren't you going to open it?", he asked, looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes...", she quavered.

Her shaking fingers untied the bow, and removed the tasteful wrapping paper.

Inside was revealed a jewellery box. She looked at him. He was smiling, but his eyes held an anxious look. She pushed away the paper, and placing the box on her lap, opened it.

Inside were two rings.

"Our engagement rings.", he said. "I bought them in Delhi...in August...when I came to Buaji's house to propose to you..."

She looked at him, moved beyond words. He must have had so much faith in his love for her...her love for him... He must have believed that she would agree to marry him one day.

She looked at the box, and took out a star-shaped diamond ring. She absently placed the box beside her on the seat, her attention fully caught by the mesmerising beauty of the ring. So beautiful. He must have asked for a star-shaped one, specially for her because he wanted her to have her stars with her always, during day and night all their lives. He was making up for having thrown away the stars she had left him in her will. Tears filled her eyes. A finger touched the star gently. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Khushi... Khushi, don't cry... Please don't cry..." His arms went around her slender shoulders, trying to comfort her. "If you don't like it, we can buy something else. It doesn't matter. I... I just..."

She buried her face at the base of his neck, exposed by the 'V' of his shirt. She whispered, her tender lips brushing against the highly sensitised skin, "I don't like it. I love it."

"Khushi..."

She could feel the long sigh of relief that raised and lowered his chest.

"Shukriya. For giving me my star..."

He cupped her face, and looked deep in to her tear-filled eyes.

"I promise, Khushi. You will never be alone again. I will be with you every day and every night. I will always protect you, Khushi..."

"I know. And I will always protect you...", she mumbled, tears making her words indistinct. "You will always have a home in me." Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding him close to her. "I will never let you go.", she promised. She hugged him with all the strength in her puny arms.

"Who will dare to touch me when I have my lioness to protect me?", he whispered, his lips making love to her ear. "My sherni..."

(Shruti_P, Found you!! And thank u!)

She trembled, and curled closer into him.

"Let me put the ring on you, Khushi..."

She moved a few inches away from him, reluctantly, and extended her left hand. He cradled her hand in his big one, and gently slid the ring on to the fourth finger with the nas that links it directly to the heart. It was a perfect fit. He turned her hand in this and that direction to admire the burst of fire on her finger.

Khushi turned to look at the remaining items in the box that she had abandoned on the seat.

An engagement ring for men, with a line of gold running along it, and a single diamond placed in the centre. She took it out of the box, kissed the solitary diamond, and placed it on his finger.

They sat silent for a long time, holding hands. Then he said softly,

"You...you are the only light in my life, Khushi..."

She looked at the ring on his hand. She nodded, comprehending his meaning perfectly.

"Khushi...", he turned around eagerly. "Remove your nosepin."

"Uuhh?"

"Remove it, Khushi."

She slowly unscrewed the ordinary nosepin that she had purchased for a few rupees at a roadside store.

He reached in to the box, and came out with a star-shaped diamond nosepin. He unscrewed it, and gently pushed the stem into the pierced area of her nose. She screwed it tightly.

He admired her nosepin, holding her chin in his hand, and turning her head to the left and right. He loved the way the diamonds glittered on her.

They removed the rings and returned them to the box. They would be able to wear it only after the sagai on the 4^th, the day after tomorrow.

They drove home in the dark. She helped him lock up, and both of them climbed the stairs to their floor, holding hands. He accompanied her to her room, and standing outside her door, wished her a good night's sleep. She smiled in to his eyes. He kissed her nose ring, pressed her hands, and saw her into her room. He then went to his room, placed the box of rings carefully in his bag, and got in to bed, a sweet smile on his sinfully delicious lips.

Part 36

The next day was a revelation for Arnav. Neighbours started pouring in to Gomti Sadan to help out in the preparations for the sagai. They helped Akash and Mamaji ready everything for the havan, decorate the house with baskets and baskets of flowers and long strings of lights etc. Babuji watched men, women, and kids of the neighbourhood pitch in, and sighed in relief. Women pored over the gifts and clothes that Buaji and Amma had purchased for Arnav and the Raizadas, and made final touches to the space set aside for a cook and his two helpers assigned the task of preparing dinner for the guests invited to the sagai.

Sitting at the cash counter of the sweet shop, Arnav watched the men & women of the area walk in and out of the house, carrying huge vessels and ladles, mats, carpets, chairs and tables, cots etc from one place to the other. When the crowd at the shop thinned, he went inside and asked Buaji if she needed help. She kissed his forehead, poured him a glass of cool water, and made him sit down.

"Bitwaa, this is for you."

Amma and Buaji gave him a new set of kurta-dhoti for the sagai.

"You will look like a rajkumar in this, Nandkisore!", Buaji said.

Arnav laughed. The Raizadas looked at each other at the sound of his laughter, astonished to see him so happy, so relaxed, so at home, so loved...

Naniji, Mami, Payal, & Anjali handed over to Amma a white, red, & green lehenga for Khushi.

"The colours will look wonderful on Khushi Bitiyaa!", said Naniji. "I hope she likes it."

"She will love it. Because she loves all of you!", replied Amma. The Raizada ladies smiled, thanking God for their luck in getting Khushi as their bahu.

Khushi sat in her kitchen on a low stool, frantically making sweets. If only she had a hundred arms, He Devi Maiyya!, she sighed. And then laughed. She would look ridiculous with a hundred arms. Arnavji would... Arnavji would laugh. The smile remained on her face as she kneaded and rolled, stirred and fried...

Dinner was a hurried affair, the tired hordes pigging on tehri, roti, and sabzi.

As she helped the other ladies to clear up, Amma gave her a bunch of keys and asked her to go to the safe room and bring her mother's jewellery box down. Khushi took the keys and went up the stairs. She crossed Arnavji's room, then hers, and then went up another small flight of stairs leading to the terrace. Near the door to the terrace was the safe room. Using one key in the bunch, she opened the hefty lock and entered the room.

The room had big, tall cabinets, all locked up. This was the room in which Babuji stored documents related to the house and shop, the certificates & old notebooks and answer scripts of his daughters, photos of their departed ancestors, money, silver utensils and pooja thalis, and jewellery.

Her mother's jewellery was stored in a long box, kept high up in the third wooden cabinet with glass windows. She unlocked the cabinet and set aside the bunch of keys and locks on a central table. She dragged a steady ladder and placed it against the open cabinet. She smiled. Babuji had ordered the ladder to be made after she, aged eleven, had fallen from an unsteady one while peeking into the cabinets.

She got on to it and took down the heavy jewellery box. She placed it down on a lower rack so that she could reach it from the ground. As she was about to descend from the ladder, she felt his presence behind her. He closed in on her, standing with his face pressed against her shoulder blades and his arms on the ladder at her two sides.

"Khushi...", his voice rumbled. "How many times have I asked you not to climb ladders? What if something had happened to you? Tumhe lag jaati to?"

She said, her voice quivering. "The ladder is safe. I won't fall."

He slid his hands to her waist. She drew in a sharp breath. Each time he touched her... it was so difficult to breathe...to stop herself from falling...to keep her legs steady... One day, her heart would break through her rib cage and run away, unable to bear the torture of his touch...

"Arnavji, chodiye...", she cried, frantic.

His fingers played a music she couldn't hear on her waist, thankfully covered by her suit. He helped her down the ladder, her front to his front.

He buried his face in the fall of her hair..., and softly kissed her cheek as she reached ground level.

She moaned. He moved his parted lips to her neck. She jumped, trying to take her melting body far away from the fire.

He looked at Khushi, standing a couple of feet away from him, chest heaving as though she had just finished a marathon.

"What happened to you, Khushi?", he asked innocently. "Why are you breathing so fast?"

"Stay away from me, Arnavji!"

He quirked his eyebrow. "What did I do?"

"Everything. Why did you have to...", she paused, knowing that she was getting in too deep.

He took a step closer. "Why did I have to...?"

She took a step backwards. "...to... to touch me?"

"Did my touch hurt you, Khushi?", he asked, all care and concern.

"Haan...", she was fooled into responding. "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt, Khushi?", he asked softly, moving closer while she was distracted.

She placed her hand on her heart. "Here."

"Oh!" A kind Arnav extended his hand to touch her heart and soothe it, but Khushi took a step back, barely escaping his touch.

"I can't breathe when you touch me. I can't even walk straight. I am like a housefly that had fallen into a vat of bhang..."

His lips quivered.

"Don't laugh!", she warned him of consequences dire.

He straightened his lips. He was about to ask her for a detailed report on the many effects of his touch, when both of them heard Amma calling Khushi, asking her to bring the box down as Naniji wanted to see her jewels.

He helped her lock up, his eyes lingering on her innocent face and luscious form with eyes reflecting his love and need for her.

He warned her, "You still should not have used that ladder Khushi. Had you fallen..."

"I would never have fallen from that ladder. You see, Babuji made it specially for me."

Arnav asked a silent question.

"When we were young, Babuji had forbidden Jiji and me from entering this room. He was scared that we would fall from the ladder. He used to lock the cabinets and the room, but one day, when I was eleven, I took the keys and unlocked the door. Poor Jiji! She came running after me, asking me not to enter the room. I didn't listen to her. I couldn't open the cabinets, but I dragged the ladder to the glass window and climbed it to peek in. I fell & hurt my leg."

"Did Babuji scold you?"

"No. Amma scolded me because she was very worried. And Jiji too, because she hadn't stopped me."

"And Babuji?"

"He went out immediately to order a new, steady ladder that would never topple whatever happened."

Arnav laughed out aloud.

Part 37:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3001953/living-without-you-3-link-to-thread-4-part-41

Stalking this thread.. and read part 35... was very disappointed with the tame...game being played.
Khuda pahar, nikla choha... Not fair, Smita. Playing with us... LOL!
Blame my gutter mind...😊😊😊😊😊