SS: His Smiling Girl Part 10 updated on Pg 108 - Page 7

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Part 2

Khushi! Her name was Khushi! How appropriate..., he smiled looking at the mirth in her eyes and the delicate lines of her face. The fingers holding the photo trembled. Now she was reachable. He had her name and could locate her address with little difficulty. He could lay his hands on her. She wouldn't slip through his fingers again. He walked out to the poolside and sat down on the recliner, his eyes still on her smiling face.

An orphan like him. Were her aunt and uncle kind to her? They must have been the middle-aged couple who had accompanied her to the temple. She seemed very fond of them. The older girl in the green sari must be her cousin. And she was from Lucknow. Good. But she was only 18 years old. And he was 28. Damn! A difference of 10 years. He frowned. He hoped it wouldn't matter to her or her family.

What if she didn't want to marry him once she knew about his parents, his family's past? A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought. He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fingers around her photo as the terrible images of his past pushed their way into his head. The gunshot. The suicide of his parents. Di's wedding being cancelled. His Chachaji's treachery...

(Thanx a lot, Saraa!)

A while later, he calmed down. He had to give the girl, Khushi, a chance to back out, space to know him and to decide if she wanted to throw in her lot with him, time to figure out if she could bear him and his anger for an entire lifetime. But... but what if she refused him?

While Arnav was making such important and magnanimous decisions about her future, a blissfully unaware Khushi was dancing on her bed, teasing Payal. Pretending to be a love-lorn maiden, she was mouthing the words of the song being played on the radio, and doing Kathak on the bed, banging her head against the stars hanging from the bed frame.

Badariyaa barse re, Saiyyan...

Jhoola dheere jhoole re

Badariyaa barse re, Saiyyan...

She tickled Payal, who shrieked in a lady-like manner and tried to run around the bed to escape Khushi's far reaching arms and able fingers.

Kamariyaa lachke re, Saiyyan...

Jhoola dheere jhoole re

Kamariyaa lachke re, Saiyyan...

"Hai re Nandkisore! What is happening here? Who is killing whom?", asked poor Buaji who ran into the room followed by Garima.

Khushi & Payal were busy giggling, lying on their bed, gasping for breath.

"Woh, Buaji...", panted Payal. "...Khushi was just tickling me..."

"Tickling you? O Sanka Devi! When will you learn to act your age?" Buaji put her hand to her head in helplessness. "Old enough to be married, and acting like two infants with no brains between them!"

"Haan, Jiji!", said Garima.

"Don't scold my bitiyaa!", said Sashi Gupta mildly. "Let them enjoy life now, Jiji. Who knows what is waiting for them in their sasuraal?"

"Haan, Nandkisore!" Buaji sighed. "You are right. You two! Come for dinner. I have made aloo sabzi, poori, & besan ladoo, your favourite dishes." Buaji pinched the chins of Payaliyaa & Khushi.

Arnav made a very early call to Mishra who supplied him with the address of Khushi Kumari Gupta. On his way to the office, he drove to Laxmi Nagar, and located the house. It was one among many such old houses in a colony, having a wicket gate, a yard with a cot, a wooden railing bordering the verandah with multi-hued dupattas drying on it...

He looked around, still seated in his car. On the road in front of Khushi's house, many children were playing some game with columns drawn in chalk. Suddenly, a child shouted, "Khushi didi is coming!"

A loud roar of welcome rose from the kids, and all of them turned towards the house to welcome her. Arnav too turned his head. His breath left him in a rush. She looked like a goddess... A goddess in a blue lehenga... A goddess in a blue lehenga with two plates of samosas in her hands... Samosas? Arnav blinked to clear his vision. Samosas they were. One she distributed among the kids, and the other she took to the auto workshop across the street, handing it over to Happyji who thanked her with a wide smile on his lips. Then she crossed the road to the kids, eager to start playing. Sneaking a look at her house to see if Buaji was spying on her, she quickly tied the dupatta across her shoulder at her waist.

"Nikhil, keep an eye on Buaji and Amma. I am supposed to go for a wedding function. Let me take the first turn now. You can have the first chance in the evening.", she wheedled.

In front of an Arnav sitting motionless in his car, mesmerised by the sight, Khushi played hop, skip, & jump with the kids till Nikhil warned her softly, "Buaji!"

Khushi stopped in mid-action, lowering the skirts of her lehenga, straightening the dupatta, and smoothing the strands of hair that had fallen across her face from the severe plait she had tried to tame them with. She turned to look at her Buaji standing near the wicket gate, hands on her hips, an exasperated look on her face.

"O Parmeswari! If I take my eyes off you for one minute, you will run away to play with the children, won't you?"

Khushi ran to her Buaji and hugged her. "Haan, Buaji! So don't take your eyes off me!"

Buaji could not stop her smile. "Titliyaa, your Amma and Jiji are waiting for you. Go with them. And no more excuses."

Khushi stole another rib-crushing hug from Buaji and ran into the house. Buaji shooed the kids away and returned to the house.

Arnav sat watching his smiling girl go out with her Jiji and her Amma, the skirts of her lehenga swirling elegantly around her legs, her hand around her Jiji's waist as she regaled her sister with some funny incident. He caught a glimpse of himself in the car mirror. Who was this man with a gentle smile on his cruel lips, a soft look on his stern face, and tenderness in his cold eyes?

Part 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3174896/ss-his-smiling-girl-part-10-updated-on-pg-108?pn=30

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Part 2:

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Hope you are planning to continue..

Edited:

Ha ha Here I said I wish you continue and I see the second part up..

Loved this part too..

Will be waiting for next one.. 😳