SS: His Smiling Girl Thread 3 Part 32 Pg 114 - Page 50

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i read after a long time
i loved it soo much
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khushi is so adorable and innocent

i loved yaar and i asked my hubby damn worst than khushi asked her hubby during first night, so i think she is way better than me. I was least known abt all these before my marriage cos i was not a member of IF before or i could've scored in that😉

plzzz update pretty soon plzzz.m waiting

waiting for you to update

after a long tym...dear read the missed parts...

aaawww last question ...waiting for Arnavs response !!

UPDATE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Part 29

Arnav looked into her innocently questioning eyes for one moment in shock, and then lost it. He burst into laughter, guffawing as he had never before, taking his arms off her to clutch his tummy.

She looked astonished at this uncharacteristic display of mirth for some time before she realised that he was laughing at her.

"How dare you laugh at me, Arnavji?", she growled.

Arnav managed to check his laughter. He wiped his streaming eyes, and slowly lifted his head to look at her. But one look at her affronted face set him off again. He laughed wildly, rolling on the bed.

"Arnavji!", Khushi pushed him off the bed, furious that he could find her so amusing. At the last moment, Arnav caught hold of her arm, and both slid off the bed to the floor, Khushi on top of Arnav who was still chuckling. She writhed like a wild cat in his arms to free herself, but Arnav held her to him firmly. Finally, she subsided.

Arnav tried to look into her eyes, but her head was lowered, buried in his chest.

"Khushi?", he cupped her chin and lifted her face. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Khushi!" his tone turned anxious. "Don't cry, Khushi."

She sniffed. "You told me, Arnavji, that I can ask you whatever I want to know, and then...and then when I do, you laugh at me." Big tears rolled down her cheeks. "I should have just asked Jiji. I will never ask you anything, Arnavji."

"Khushi, Khushi...", he tried to comfort her. "I was not laughing at you."

She looked at him, suspicion in her eyes.

"I was just laughing at what you said."

She frowned.

"These are 2 different things, Khushi, laughing at you and laughing at something you said."

"Acha?", Khushi was willing to try to believe him.

"I was not making fun of you, Khushi. I was just enjoying what you said." He kissed her eyes one after the other, brushing away the residual tears.

"Enjoying what I said?", she asked in a tear-soaked voice.

"Haan. It is not everyday that a husband hears that his wife wants him so much." He smiled at her, brushing his nose with hers.

She smiled at him. It was difficult to remain angry with Arnavji for long.

"It is normal for you to want me, Khushi. In fact, I would be very upset if you didn't.", he whispered, his eyes wicked.

Khushi looked at him, thrilled.

"You can tell me anything you want, Khushi. Ask me for anything you want. I will, like a good husband, meet aaall of your needs." His naughty tone lent the innocent words a new meaning. He looked into her happy eyes, and dropped a kiss on her lips.

One kiss became two, and soon both were beyond keeping count. Arnav lifted his lips reluctantly from hers, panting, looking at the parted, soft petals with need. Her eyes were no less eager, her face & body flushed, her heart pumping hard, her fingers in his hair trying to bring his lips closer to hers. As he was about to take her lips again, there came a hesitant knock on the door.

"Err...Umm... Chotey! I am sorry, but Khushiji needs to start dressing up soon."

Arnav and Khushi looked into each other's eyes and their surroundings. They were on the floor. A few pillows had accompanied their descent, and were now scattered around them. Khushi blushed.

"She...", he cleared his throat. "... she will be out soon, Di.", Arnav managed to say.

"Mami & I will be in our rooms, Chotey, getting ready. If Khushiji needs any help, don't hesitate to come and call us."

"Yes, Di."

Anjali left for her room.

Arnav kissed Khushi on her rosy red cheek, and promised, "Tonight."

Khushi hugged him with all her might, burying her face in his neck, and slowly, with Arnavji's help, got off the floor.

She suddenly kissed him on his cheek, saying, "Arnavji, you are so so so nice!"

"Really?", Arnav drawled. "Let me see if you feel the same by tomorrow morning!", he teased her. Khushi flushed.

A sudden thought struck Arnav.

"Khushi, you... you were really going to ask Payal about...?"

"Haan... She is my Jiji. Who else can I ask?" She sashayed into the bathroom with the clothes that had been set out for her to wear.

Arnav sat on the bed, his head in his hands, chuckling imagining Payal's face had Khushi asked her the million dollar question.

A while later, Khushi slowly put her head out of the bathroom, taking care to hide her body behind the door.

"Arnavji, Pssst!"

He looked up from his laptop screen to see her awkward, contorted position, and hid a smile.

"Kya hua, Khushi?", he asked gently.

"Arnavji, can you call Jiji or Di? Or Mamiji? Anyone who is free?"

"Why?"

"Arnavji, woh, dori of the choli... I can't tie it on my own." Her sound was small.

"I am free, Khushi. Why do you need Jiji, Di, & Mami?"

Khushi blushed.

He got up and moved towards the bathroom with slow & sure steps. Khushi stood looking at him, her eyes those of a mouse fascinated by the advancing snake. They stood on either side of the bathroom door, looking at each other. Arnav slowly put out his hand, inviting her to take his hand. She gently placed her hand in his. He pulled her out of the bathroom and made her stand in front of the mirror.

Khushi stood in her red and pink lehenga, the dupatta trailing from her hand. A small gap between the skirt and choli displayed the creamy skin of her waist and the tempting dip of her navel. He swallowed.

"I can't do the dori.", Khushi said softly, almost in a whisper, meeting his incendiary eyes with dewy ones.

He parted the curtain of dark, silky hair, pushing it gently off her back, and over one shoulder. And drew a sharp breath.

There were three doris holding up the choli. Khushi had managed to tie the topmost one, but the other two were loose. He could see the silky smooth expanse of her back. He swallowed hard.

He trailed a finger down the naked lines of her back, and could feel Khushi tremble at his touch. She turned suddenly and threw herself into his arms, crushing herself against him. Hugging her, with the help of the mirror, he managed to tie the remaining two doris, and then slowly placed the dupatta over her head. The sight of her delicate face framed by the red-pink dupatta made his heart skip a beat. He lifted her up in his arms.

"Chotey! Khushiji!"

"Are you ready, Arnav Bitwaa?", Mami hollered.

"Khushi, do you need any help?", Payal asked.

"Nannav, if you don't send my bhabi down now, I am going to sit in her place with a dupatta over my head!", NK threatened.

Arnav carried her to the shut door, his eyes holding hers. He set her down gently near the door, and whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful, like a happy pari in red."

Khushi smiled in pleasure.

He could not help himself. He dropped a kiss on her right cheek, breathing in her sweet, jasmine scent. He raised his hand to open the door. She stopped him.

He looked at her, an eyebrow cocked.

She lifted her face to his, her left cheek demanding his kiss. He dropped a smiling kiss on her cheek that was feeling left out.

He then opened the door, and let his Di, Mami, & Payal exclaim over Khushi's appearance. NK said, "I knew you would be scared if I dhunkied (dhamki) you, Nannav!"

All of them went down for the mukhdikhai, laughing.

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