SS: His Smiling Girl Thread 3 Part 32 Pg 114 - Page 27

Superb part

that was a beautiful depiction of their suhaagraat... such innocence and purity in their love... nk is really kind-hearted and his jovial nature lifts spirits anywhere he goes... lovely to see his lovestory beginning in such an adorable fashion, safe from the fear of being set upon by four overprotective brothers 😊!

wow... another wedding on the way...

Part 26

Khushi woke up the next morning with a smile on her lips, stretching her arms wide. Her arms stopped half-way through and a frown creased her forehead. Why was Jiji's arm so heavy? She opened one eye to see a slumbering Arnavji, his peaceful visage, relaxed in deep sleep, resting on the pillow beside hers. Her other eye opened to take in the entire picture. The canopy of flowers over the bed, Arnavji beside her, her bare arms, her nude body hidden by the blanket that Arnavji had pulled over their exhausted bodies... Her eyes widened to impossibly large circles and she blushed.

She tried to slip out from under his arm by slowly moving it away from her blanket-covered waist, but it tightened around her, and Arnav murmured, "Khushi..." like an endearment into his pillow.

She waited, not drawing breath, praying that he wouldn't open his eyes. How could she look at him after all the... all the shameless things she had done to him and he to her? Her face looked and felt as though someone had set it on fire.

Once she was sure that Arnavji was again fully asleep, she crawled out of bed, her body still covered by a corner of the blanket. She stretched her arm, caught an end of the lehenga skirt from the floor, and quickly slipped into it, covering herself from her neck down. She raced towards the bathroom, a wary eye on the sleeping lion, slipping on the choli lying on the floor, the flowers strewn around, her foot tangling in Arnavji's clothes... Her red face could make a tomato suffer from inferiority complex.

Nearing the bathroom door, she skidded to a halt remembering that she needed clothes to wear. Clutching her lehenga, she slid the wardrobe door open, and took out an orange sari and underclothes. She then crept into the bathroom with these, and locked the door behind her.

She leaned against the locked door, her breath coming in rapid rushes. So that was why they showed two big flowers butting heads with each other in the movies when the bride and groom had their suhaagraat. She blushed again. They couldn't show on screen what Arnavji had done to her last night. Her blush deepened. No wonder he had laughed when she had suggested that they go to sleep! She swallowed hard.

Her eyes caught the image of her face and body in the mirror. She looked closely at herself. Did she look any different? She had been a girl yesterday. Today she was a woman. Her eyes slid away from meeting the eyes in the mirror. She felt different, strong, like she could climb mountains even though her body ached a bit, like she had grown up a bit during the night... She brought her eyes back to her image.

Was that a mark on her neck? Arnavji's stubble. Her fingers gently touched the slight pinkish spot, and shuddered as though Arnavji had just kissed her there. Her bashful eyes took in her hands and arms decorated with mehendi. How she had coiled herself around him all night, unable to believe that such pleasure existed, scared that Arnavji would stop, clutching his strong, muscled shoulders for purchase, raking her nails down his back...

Arnavji's kisses had transported her to some world of sensation that she had never known before, his fingers touching her so gently that she had trembled to feel them more firmly on her skin... Her heart had leaped as he had slowly freed her from each bit of jewellery, and replaced it with his lips and hands. Then he had slowly loosened her choli and skirt, and encouraged her to free him from his sherwani. She had helped him as much as her trembling fingers had let her, sliding the beaded coat off his shoulders... Once she had laid eyes on his chest, she had lost her senses. She had explored every inch of his beautiful body with her hands... Khushi blushed again.

What was the magic Arnavji had in his hands and fingers that made her lose sight of everything around her when he touched her?

Why did his eyes fascinate her so?, she wondered, a cute frown on her face.

Why did the very thought of him make her knees wobble? Her heart beat faster with the yearning to see him?

Was this normal?, she mused. To want to slide back into the rumpled bed with him and do everything they had done all night again and again? To never get out of that bed? The blush spread down from her face. Did every wife feel the same about her husband? Or was there something wrong with her? Her face paled. She would have to ask Jiji!, she decided.

Well, Jiji was not going to join her in the bathroom!, she chided herself. She would have to go out if she needed to talk to her Jiji. First a bath. Then a change of clothes. Then she could get answers to these questions from her Jiji.

She had her bath and crept out of the bathroom into the bedroom, wearing a beautiful orange sari that Anjali Di and Arnavji had bought for her and kept among her clothes. The elaborate beadwork on it suited her status as a newly-wedded girl, making her face and body glow. The mehendi on her hands & arms added to the effect. She walked towards the bed, her eyes caught by the splendour of the man sleeping without a care within a curtain of sweet-smelling flowers. For a few moments she stood captivated by the sight of his sweet face, the wide forehead, the strong nose he had rubbed against hers, the sinful lips he had... She swallowed hard.

Khushi, you are shameless. Totally, totally shameless. Totally a Sanka Devi., she told herself.

She looked around the room. It was in shambles after the activities of the night. Blushing, she gathered the jewellery Arnavji had discarded last night, and locked them away. She collected the pieces of clothing scattered around the bed, a couple of pillows that had fallen off, the flowers that had fallen from the strings decorating the bed, the candles littering the room... Then, stealing another helpless glance at Arnavji, she sat down in front of the big mirror. She flipped open the sindoor box, and slowly applied a pinch of it in her maang. The sindoor, the mangalsutra, her hands full of orange chudi & mehendi, her rich sari, her feet with her Amma's payal and more mehendi... She slowly made her way out of the room to go downstairs, sneaking a couple more looks at Arnavji who was dead to the world.

"Did you sleep well, Khushi Bitiyaa?", asked Nani, with a smirk on her face.

Khushi blushed, and stammered that she did.

"I hope you did not find it difficult to rest, Bhabi.", Anjali teased. "This being a new house to you!"

Khushi shook her head in the negative, her face red.

"Where is Chotey? I hope you did not tire him out last night!", Anjali giggled.

Khushi almost dropped the thaal in her hand. She heaved a sigh of relief, seeing Jiji & Akash Jiju come down the stairs, ready for aarti. She stood silent, smiling at the jokes directed against them, watching Jiji & Jiju competing to see who blushed more. She would have to speak to Jiji at the earliest and clear her doubts.

Mami & Mamaji came down for the aarti, Mami dressed in a blindingly gaudy blue sari with blue mascara and nailpolish.

"Where is hamre Arnav Bitwaa?", she asked Khushi, smiling wickedly.

(Sidhu285, thanx!)

Khushi mumbled, "Sleeping, Mamiji."

"At this late hour? Good afternoon ko good morning kehne ka irrada he kaa?", Mami lifted an arched eyebrow.

Khushi looked away at the ground, wishing it would split and give her refuge in its depths.

"He must be very tired, Manorama.", said Nani, smiling.

"Haan, Saasumaa." Mami lifted Khushi's face with a loving finger under her chin, and pronounced, "Our Payal & Khushi bitiyaa too looks very tired. Bonder bhy? Inbestigation karegi padi!"

In the laughter that followed, the family moved towards the idol of Devi Maiyya, and started the morning pooja.

Nani and Anjali Di did the pooja one after the other. Then Mamaji & Mami took the thaal together to worship Devi Maiyya, holding it with one hand each. Then Akash Jiju & Jiji worshipped together. Jiji then passed the thaal to Khushi. She accepted it with a smile, and went ahead to do the pooja alone. As she was about to begin, she felt Arnavji come to stand very close to her, his chest touching the back of her shoulders. She shivered at the slight contact. He slowly slipped into place beside her, and held the thaal with one hand, accompanying her in her pooja. He looked at her, his knowing eyes showering love, possessiveness, and tenderness. She avoided his gaze after one glimpse, her hand holding the thaal trembling.

(Sidhu285, thanx!)

Khushi had never known such happiness. She looked into the kind eyes of Devi Maiyya, and felt tears of joy and gratitude fill her eyes. Gratitude that Devi Maiyya had given her such a good man as her husband. She promised silently, "Devi Maiyya, I promise to be a good wife to Arnavji. I will try my best not to dance on the bed, play songs loudly, or irritate him... Or pick up stray dogs and bring them home... Or laugh loud enough to scare the crows away (as Buaji often says)... Or make enough jalebis to feed the neighbourhood when I am upset... I can't promise I won't do all these, Devi Maiyya, but I will try not to." She sighed. Arnav felt a smile pulling at his lips as he wondered what exactly she was promising Devi Maiyya.

SEGAD, I owe you one for the flowers butting heads!!!!

Part 27: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3205723/ss-his-smiling-girl-thread-3-part-32-pg-114?pn=56

Originally posted by: smitar

Part 26

Awwwieee!!!

Wow...

You give me pic what we hav expected & missed in our Show dear..😳

Thak you so much...🤗

Khushi's stealing glances for her Arnavji is so cute...

LOL...

Khushi's promises to DM...🤣

Surely Arnav Laugh out loud when he know... Sanki Khushi...😆

This's a beautiful update. A perfect morning for Khusi.. She's so sweet n naive.

woww...ur discription of arnav make me want to hav a husband just lyk him...hw i wish...

Ok I hope I m not the only idiot with a smile reading this update!!!...I loved this update...just beautiful expression of how a newly we'd bride feels life after the first night!!!...speechless...just beautiful writing!!! :)