SS: Keeping Khushi 3: Part 31 on Thread 4 - Page 59

Will Arshi go on a honeymoon in this story???

smita update dey do plsss !!!!!!

Loved the last few updates. SO nice to see how Arnav is really looking out for Khushi .. and Nani, Anjali and Mami making Khushi feel better with the railings. Reading your updates always make me smile. Waiting eagerly for the next one! :D

Smitha dear!! Thanks for being our savior while the real IPK is dry as dust without any Rabbave. 🤗

A very cute update!!!! 😉

Are you updating anytime soon?

EGARLY WAITNG FOR PART 30! PLZ UPDATE!,!!!

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Part 30

It was Holi.

The Raizadas prayed to Devi Maiyya, Arnav and Khushi doing her aarti together. Then Nk and Akash went to get their secret stashes of colours and pichkari to douse others. Baba and the children would be coming to RM, and NK and Akash were planning surprise attacks on the children. In the midst of this noise and gaiety, Arnav walked up the stairs to his room. Khushi looked after him, wondering why he was leaving them.

Anjali touched her arm, and said, "Khushiji, Chotey does not like to play with colours. He normally never comes down on Holi, just stays in his room working."

"Haan, Khushi Bitiyaa. You don't worry. Chotey is like that. You get your colours and come down.", comforted Nani.

Khushi nodded, her smile not reaching her eyes. She looked up at the closed door of their room.

"Don't worry!", said Mami, putting an arm around Khushi's shoulder. "Hamre Arnav Bitwaa likes only 3 colours. Black, brown, and white. Tells me, hab you seen him wearing any other colour?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Hamre Arnav Bitwaa is a black and white television. Old phasion (fashion). Not cool like his Mami!", she fanned herself to be cool.

Khushi smiled.

Mami pinched her chin. "Aisan smiliyaa karo. This is your phirst Holi as a Raijjada bahuriyaa. No rona dhona permitted."

"Haan, Khushi Bitiyaa.", Nani kissed her cheek and hugged her.

Anjali put her arms around Khushi, and hugged her. "Don't mind Chotey's silence and his absence, Khushiji.", she whispered in her ear.

NK said, "Khushi Bhabi, Nannav has always been like this. Aap ko pata he, when we were small, I tried to put colour on his face. He caught my arm, and twisted it behind my back. It is lucky that I didn't become langda!"

Khushi stared at him.

"Langda means lame, NK Bhai.", said Akash, sighing.

"Haan, you can become lame in the arm, can't you?", asked NK.

"Not just in the arm, NK Bhai. You can be totally lame at times." Akash got his own back.

Khushi went up to their bedroom to get her colours.

Arnavji was sitting on his recliner, working on his laptop. She hesitated near the door, wondering if she could ask him to join the fun. If he hated playing with colours, was it fair on her part to force him?, she wondered. Maybe he hated getting wet. Maybe the noise gave him a headache. Maybe he disliked getting dirty. The bhang, the drums, the colour, the noise, the children...maybe he couldn't stand all these.

She slowly walked across the room on silent feet, took a white kurta pyjama from the wardrobe, and went to the bathroom to change. She stole a look at her husband. Arnavji's eyes were still focused on the screen of the laptop, a frown creasing his forehead.

She came out in the white kurta pyjama, and standing in front of the mirror, began plaiting her hair. She then coiled her hair into a bun, stealing looks at Arnavji through the mirror. He was still working, checking some details in a file before typing them into his spreadsheet.

She took the thali of colours that she had kept ready, and walked towards the door. She turned around twice to look at him, but...

As she reached the door, he called, "Khushi!"

She turned around eagerly., "Ji?"

"Where are you going?"

"Down... To play holi... Baba and the children will be coming. Err... Will you...?"

"I don't like to play with colours." His face was stern and his voice expressionless.

"Ji.", she said after a pause, swallowing her disappointment.

He looked down at his laptop. She turned to leave.

"Khushi!"

She turned around. He had left his laptop and was walking towards her. He reached her, and slammed the door shut behind her.

He looked down at her astonished face turned up to his.

He dipped his fingers in the heap of red colour on her plate, and slowly ran his fingers down her right cheek. Her lashes fluttered under the impact, her breath quickened, her heart began to beat faster. The feel of his rough, male fingers on her soft, plump cheek...

"Happy Holi, Khushi!", he said softly, his chocolate brown eyes looking honey-coloured in love.

She stared at him. "I thought...all said...", she whispered in a tear-filled voice.

He smiled. "Won't you...?", he looked pointedly at the colour on her plate.

She nodded rapidly, and took a pinch of red colour in her fingers and smeared it on his lean cheek. The muscles under the stubble tightened as he clenched his jaw.

"Happy Holi, Arnavji!", she wished him.

(Illyria, thanx for all the pics!)

He took some more red colour in his hand, and gently spread it over her left cheek and forehead. His fingers trailed down her ear and slowly slipped down to the taut tendons of her arched neck. She fell back against the closed door.

A few minutes later, Khushi opened her eyes and looked at Arnavji. His face was covered in red colour. His white shirt was covered with red, green, and yellow finger and hand marks, where ever she had clutched him. She giggled.

"Acha, bahut hansi aa rahi he tumhe?", he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Just look at your shirt, Arnavji!", she laughed.

He caught her arm and drew her to the mirror. Her face was red, except for her nose. Her neck was covered in red. Three of the buttons of her kurta were undone, and there was red colour all over her chest. The white kurta had his fingerprints all over it. Her chest, her waist, her back, even her legs. There was colour in her bun too, when he had cupped the back of her head to kiss her better. She blushed.

He laughed loudly, seeing her blush through the Holi colour.

Nani, Mami, Anjali, NK, and Akash looked towards the stairs and Arnav's room at the strange sound of Arnav's laughter. The door opened. Khushi and Arnav came down, covered in varied colours.

Nani & Anjali stared at them. Mami stood with her mouth open. Akash dropped the packet of colour he had been holding. NK gulped.

"Laagat he, Saasumma, some people have started playing Holi early.", Mami giggled.

"Nannav, mere bhai! You! You played Holi! Yeh gazab ho gaya, Maasi. Ye Chitrakaar ho gaya!"

"Chitrakaar naahi, NK. Chamatkaar!", said Nani.

"Saasumma, get ready for your first great grandchild. At this ratewaa, there will be many children running around this house soon.", said Mami in a loud whisper.

Akash bit down on a wide smile. NK laughed. Nani and Anjali giggled.

Arnav and Khushi blushed.

There was loud music from the drums, lots of dancing, vats and vats of bhang, trays and trays of sweets, many guests covered in many colours...

Tired from dancing, Arnav and Khushi walked towards their room hand in hand. She stumbled, the effect of the one glass of bhang Nani had forced on her making her relaxed and happy. Arnav had refused to drink, and was sober. He helped her on to his recliner, and wiped the colour off her face and hands wih a wet cloth. She lay back, watching him clean her up with gentle hands.

He started undoing the buttons of her kurta to help her change.

"Arnavji!", she drawled.

"Hhmmm?" His focus was on the buttons.

"Arnavji!", she pouted. "Do you know how much...", she hiccuped. "...how much I love you?

He looked at her, his hands motionless.

She spread her arms wide open. "I love you...", she hiccuped "....this much."

Arnav swallowed.

"I told Devi Maiyya...", she hiccuped, "that... that I want you as my husband always... For seven lives..."

Arnav looked at her, his eyes becoming moist and red.

"Don't cry. Don't cry, Arnavji..." She caught hold of his shoulders and pulled him towards her. She held his face against her bosom as though he were a child, and whispered. "Don't cry... All my joys are yours. And all your sorrows are mine..."

She hiccuped.

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