SS: Keeping Khushi: Th 4 Part 41 on Pg 131 - Page 19

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hi smita...again i'm busy so missed so many updates...

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Tooo good
Everyone loves khushi alot

Part 33

Dedicated to Vaidehi & Meeyaa.

Khushi came out of the bathroom, a towel wound around her long hair. It was still early. Arnavji was out on his morning run.

She smiled thinking about how he had woken her up by tickling her, and how the tickling had soon turned into something else. She blushed. She had reminded him about his run before she got caught in the rapture of his touch and he in the magic of her trembling response, and Arnavji had retorted laughingly that she made him forget everything. His life, his work, his run, his food... his reality in fact. He had stolen a kiss from her, visited the restroom, dragged on his black and green jogging suit, stolen another kiss, and left for his jog.

She sat on the bed, switched on the TV, unwound her towel, and began to dry her hair.

The door to the bedroom opened. Arnav came in, dripping sweat, a water bottle in his hand. Khushi saw him in the mirror, and smiled at him.

Arnav looked at her and forgot to smile.

The channel playing old Hindi film songs, played Aap Ki Aankhon Mein Kuch Mehke Hue Se Raaz He. As Vinod Mehra praised the beauty of Rekha, Arnav's feet slowly led him to his wife.

Dressed in a cream colour saree with a red border, she looked like a goddess. Her long wet hair was lying over a shoulder covered in red, and she was drying the long strands with her towel.

He walked up to her, his eyes caught by the sweet look of shyness blended with love in her eyes.

The male singer crooned,

Aap ki aankhon mein kuch maheke hue se raaz hai...
Aap se bhi khoobsurat aap ke andaaz hai
Aap ki aankhon mein kuch maheke hue se raaz hai...

She blushed, and tried to avert her eyes from his. Arnav sat down by her, and cupped her face in his rough, large palm. He lifted her face to his. She let her lashes fall, preventing him from seeing the devastation his touch had caused to her senses.

Lab hile to mogare ke phool khilte hain kahin...

He ran a finger down her cheekbone, stopping at the corner of her trembling, parted lips. Her lashes lifted, and his tender eyes learned again of the effect the simplest of his touches had on her.

Aap ki aankhon mein kya saahil bhi milte hai kahin...

She swallowed, and looked down.

Aap ki khaamoshiyaan bhi aap ki aawaaz hai...

Arnav took the towel from her nerveless fingers, and began drying her hair. Gently, carefully, he rubbed the thick cloth against her silky, sweet-smelling strands, loving them, enjoying the feel of them against his skin. How he loved to bury his fingers in her hair as she lay curled against him in the cosy warmth of their bed, as wind lashed against the glass windows!

Khushi looked at him, as he lovingly dried her hair. He looked up.

How could a man's eyes carry so much love, so much desire, so many dreams, so much hope...? And she had thought him hard and cold, his eyes fiery when she had first seen him!

The female singer sang,

Aap ki aankhon mein kuch maheke hue se raaz hai...

Arnav dropped a kiss on the mass of hair in his hands, breathing in its jasmine fragrance. He let the strands pass through his fingers, loving their silky feel.

Aap se bhi khoobsurat aap ke andaaz hai
Aap ki aankhon mein kuch maheke hue se raaz hai...

Khushi tried to leave the bed, shy, her limbs trembling, the music heightening the sense of closeness, her need to be with him scaring her... Arnav caught her hand, and pulled her to sit closer to him.

"Khushi, you are so so beautiful!", he whispered in her ear, the music flowing along like the perfect background to his confession.

Aap ki baaton mein phir koi sharaarat to nahin
Bevaja taarif karna aap ki aadat to nahin...

She tried to move away, but his hold was firm. He flicked a finger against the tip of her nose. Her laughter-filled eyes rose to meet his love-filled ones.
Aap ki badmaashiyon ke yeh naye andaaz hai...

They sat looking at each other, lost in the pleasurable thought that they had an entire life to live together, many, many years of companionship, so many moments of love to share...Khushi leaned forward, and pressed a kiss on his lean cheek.

(Mariam_Sultan, thanx!)

"Chotey, Khushiji, it is time for arti!", Anjali called.

Part 34: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3273158/ss-keeping-khushi-th-4-part-41-on-pg-131?pn=44

Lovely song...:)

wonderful update
filled with so much love😳😳

great update...
what can i possibly say different this time :))
You leave us amazed with your writing and make us fall in love all over again :))
Best Wishes Always

ahhh finally an update t keep my mind out of rumours!!

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