SS: His Smiling Girl Thread 2: Part 21 Updt Pg 115 - Page 28

just caught up with all the parts fantastic updates n congrats on the new thread

Part 15

Arnav slowly lifted his face away from her, his lips leaving hers reluctantly. He looked at her face, her shut eyes, her nostrils flaring to take in air, her lips deep pink like bruised rose petals. Her fingers were curled in the open neckline of his shirt, pulling him close, hanging on to him. He bent towards her, unable to resist the pull of her lips.

"Nannav, send my Khushi bhabi down now. People are asking after your beautiful bride-to-be!"

Khushi's eyes opened wide. For a few moments, she had lost all sense of time and place, lost in the magic spun by his hard yet soft lips on hers... She looked at him in wonder, bemusement, and shock. She was in his garden. It was noon. Ladies were celebrating their mehendi function down below, and getting ready for the sangeet in the evening. And here she was, in his arms, lost in his naughty eyes, his wicked hands, his sinful lips. She looked at his lips, almost swooning, blushing becomingly.

"Khushi!"

"I... I need to go downstairs.", she whispered, panting.

"Haan.", he murmured.

"People are... asking for me."

"Yes." He smoothed her hair down, and straightened her clothes.

She took a step away from him, but found that she couldn't step away. She turned, frowning mildly to see what was holding her back. Her fingers were still holding on to his shirt in a death grip, not letting him move an inch away from her...

She flushed, and slowly uncurled her fingers, reluctant to let go of him.

"The mehendi!", she whispered, horrified. If she had messed it up, there would be hell to pay!

"It has dried. Don't worry.", Arnav comforted her.

He caught her hands in his, and dropped moist kisses on them. He led her to the door, and handed her over to NK, whispering in her ear that he would be down as soon as he changed in to a sherwani. She nodded, and left with NK.

She turned to look at him twice. He was standing at the door, looking at her till she vanished from sight.

It was evening. Time for the sangeet. As NK turned on the lights, the whole house looked like a new bride, decorated in red & gold silk drapings, with huge masses of red roses and strings of white jasmine scenting the air. Fairy lights turned the mundane into the stuff of dreams. The scent of good cooking from the tables set up by the caterers permeated the air. Ladies and gents in festive, colourful apparel and loud jewellery, the stage set up by NK and Mamaji, the band and the seating arranged by them, the loud laughter and cheerful faces, all turned RM into a paradise on earth.

Akash moved towards Payal, dressed in a golden sari, looking like a goddess with her hair all unbound and falling over her shoulders to her waist. She was standing with Buaji, who turned away to talk to Anjali as Akash approached. Both ladies went away, leaving Payal and Akash alone... together.

"I thought you looked beautiful in the pink lehenga, but this..." His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Payal, you are so beautiful. Like a dream..."

Payal looked at Akash in a red kurta, and smiled admiringly.

Khushi looked at the back of her pink-red choli in the mirror. Or at least at what she could see, a thin strip of cloth at lower back holding the whole thing together and doris at the top. The tailor! She had bugged him too many times! So this was how he got his revenge!

(Thanx, PinkCinderella!)

She twisted and turned to look at the flimsy doris and the even flimsier band of cloth. What if it came undone? Well, there was nothing she could do, except hide it from naughty eyes by covering it with her fall of silky, dark hair. She threw the weight of her hair across her back and straightened her spine. She would enjoy the sangeet. But, but how would she dance with this choli?

Arnav saw Khushi sitting demurely with her Amma, Babuji, & Buaji, looking delectable in a pink-red sari, her unbound hair moving gently in the breeze.

"Arnav Bitwaa, bhat are you doings here, standing alone? Your dil ka tukda is sitting there. Go sit with her! Don't be shy!" Mami led him by hand into the midst of the Guptas who were delighted to see him. They made space for him near Khushi, and he sat by her, looking at her bashful countenance. His kiss and her choli's back! Both were making it difficult for her to look him in the face.

NK was going to dance first. All eyes turned towards the stage. Arnav leaned towards Khushi.

"Khushi, kya hua?"

She stole a look at his laughing eyes, and quickly turned her eyes away. "Kuch nahin.", she said under her breath, her face red like a tomato.

"Look at me, Khushi."

She shook her head to mean 'no'.

"Khushi?"

"You are very naughty.", she complained. Mami who was eavesdropping on this conversation to make sure that everything was well between Arnav & Khushi, dropped her glass of orange juice, and the shock on her painted face made her look terrifying.

"Arnav Bitwaa? Naughty? Kab? Kaisen? Kyun? Kahan?"

Khushi flushed. So did Arnav.

Then, thankfully NK's dance began. He danced to Aadat Se Majboor, the music distracting Mami from her question. She went away from them, towards the stage, and was soon seen dancing among the crowd.

Mami and Nani danced to Jhalla Wallah, and Buaji & Mami presented Halkat Jawani to the thrill of the crowd. Then all began to dance. Amma, Akash, Payal, Buaji, Mami, Nani, Anjali, NK, and HP. Arnav expected Khushi to drag him into the midst of the crowd to dance, but she remained seated. All the family members invited them to dance, but Khushi remained smiling but adamant. She was not dancing.

Arnav looked at Khushi, sitting still, her hands adorned with his mehendi lying in her lap. The pink-red sari clung to her lovingly. If only he could hold her in his arms! He looked around. All were dancing. Maybe he could take her away from here. The music was too loud for him to find out why she was upset.

Then 'Saiyarra' began to play, the slow music ideal for the kind of dance he had in his mind.

Aasmaan, tera mera hua
Khwaab ki tarah dhuaan dhuaan...

He got up from his seat and went to stand near her. She looked up at him. He held out his hand. Without knowing what she was doing, forgetting her choli, she placed her hand in his.

Aasmaan, tera mera hua
Saans ki tarah ruaan ruaan...

(PinkCinderella, thanx a million!)

He led her to a semi-dark corner, took her hand in his, put one hand on her waist, and began moving in tandem with the music.

Ho, jaaye jahaan tu jaaye
Paaye mujhe hi paaye
Saaye yeh mere
Hai tujh mein samaaye...

He bent his head till his forehead touched hers. She rested more firmly against him, her knees too weak to keep her standing.

Saiyaara main saiyaara
Saiyaara tu saiyaara
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein
Milenge ab yaara
Saiyaara main saiyaara
Saiyaara tu saiyaara
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein
Milenge ab yaara...

He twirled her around, watching light from the fairy lights make her nose pin glitter, her eyes shine with love for him..

Tu jo mila, toh yun hua
Ho gayi poori adhoori si dua
Tu jo gaya, toh le gaya
Sang tere mere jeene ki har wajah...

She pulled her hand out of his grasp, put both arms around him, and hugged him, resting her head against his shoulder. Her fingers traversed his sherwani-clad back, caressing the broad length and pulling him closer to her. He never wanted to let go of her.

Ho jaaye jahaan tu jaaye
Paaye mujhe hi paaye
Saaye yeh mere
Hai tujh mein samaaye

Saiyaara main saiyaara
Saiyara tu saiyara
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein
Milenge ab yaara
Saiyaara main saiyaara
Saiyara tu saiyara
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein
Milenge ab yaara...

If only they could remain like this for ever, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her, cradling her to him, his rough cheek against her soft hair...

Tum pe miti, tum se bani
Tumse hua hai haan khud pe yakeen
Tu jo nahi, toh na sahi

Main hoon yahaan toh, tu hai yahin kahin...

(Sarun_deewani, thanx!)

He dropped a kiss on her cheek, uncaring if anyone was watching. Her arms tightened around him. He caught her silky hair in his hands, relishing the feel of the soft strands against his rough palms. His fingers touched her bare back, and she jerked. He slowly passed his hand under her hair to find her hidden treasures. She quivered as he touched her dori with very talented fingers, and slowly traced a path down to the end of her choli.

Ho jaaye jahan tu jaaye
Paaye mujhe hi paaye
Saaye yeh mere
Hai tujh mein samaaye...

She curled deeper into his arms, trembling at his touch, her breath coming in pants, her heart thudding against his, her fingers clawing at his back.

Saiyaara main saiyaara
Saiyara tu saiyara
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein
Milenge ab yaara
Saiyaara main saiyaara
Saiyara tu saiyara
Sitaaron ke jahaan mein
Milenge ab yaara...

Part 16: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3185727/ss-his-smiling-girl-thread-2-part-21-updt-pg-115?pn=61

Superb update!

I want that saree that Payal wore😊

what and update *sigh* I loved it!!!!! Can't wait to read more!!!