SS: Keeping Khushi: Th 4 Part 41 on Pg 131 - Page 25

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a beautiful song that brought out arnav's and khushi's love and desire for each other... so evocative and sensuous!

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Part 34

Arnav looked at the figures on the papers in front of him, his eyes wide in amazement. Baba's CD was selling like hot cakes, as though millions of music lovers across the world had been waiting for it for years. They had. Pt. Sasi Sharma had never released a CD before, and there was a limit to the number of people who could attend the two concerts he performed at every year. Arnav smiled. Baba was really something. Really, really something special. And his daughter was no less special. His smile widened. He looked around the room.

Bright bed covers. Sunny yellow curtains. A wind chime at the door. That was all. Yet their room now looked lived in, comfy, warm.

He chuckled thinking of how they had selected fabric for the drapes. He and Khushi had been leaving the house to shop for new furnishings when Mami had waylaid them.

"Hello Hi Bye Bye! Bhere are the two lovebirds flying away to?"

"We wanted to change the curtains in Arnavji's room, Mamiji.", Khushi said, smiling.

"Going shapping (shopping), and that too bithout (without) Manorama Mami!"

She had accompanied them to the shop, and picked a shiny white material.

"Boootiphul, pink curtain, like my sari!", she exclaimed.

Khushi had removed her pink goggles from her eyes, and Mami had stared at the white cloth in her hand.

"Hein? Pink bhite (white) hui gawa? Ee kaa magicwaa he?"

The next few hours had been hilarious, with Mami picking the most garish colours and Khushi and he trying to talk her out of it. Finally, Khushi had picked sunshine yellow curtains for their room. Now their room looked golden during daytime and regal like a palace at night...a fitting background for his princess.

Khushi looked anxiously for her husband's dear face among the thousands of people gathered to hear her sing. Baba, Nani, Di, Mami, Akash, and NK were seated in the front row, leaving a chair for Arnavji between them. It was empty.

Two days back, he had left for Agra, promising to be back in time for her concert. She had delayed leaving home for the venue of the concert, hoping that he would come home, but...

The concert was almost over. Her heart longed for him, her eager eyes searched for one glimpse of him...

Almost without knowing, she slipped into Misra Charukeshi , expressing her longing for her beloved.

Saiyaa Mora Re,

Saiyaa Mora Re,

Hayyee...

Saiyya Mora Re...

Nani looked at Anjali at the pathos in the music, at the pain in Khushi's voice. Anjali pressed Nani's fingers, both of them thankful that Chotey had found a girl who loved him and missed him when he wasn't with her.

Baba smiled. His Taarva was now a woman deeply in love with her husband, who sought his presence desperately. The longing in her voice reminded him of how his wife would sing to him, looking into his eyes as he lay with his head on her lap, looking at her, drowning in the sea of music that she summoned up with little effort...He sighed.

Arnav came running into the hall. The awful traffic! And the crowd in the hall! He halted, his feet arrested by her sweet voice singing her need for him.

Din Rajni Kaise Beete..., she sang.

"Rajni? Who is Rajni? Khushi Bhabi's friend?", asked NK in Akash's ear.

"Sshh... It means 'Night'.", said Akash, turning around to make sure that no one had heard NK.

Arnav had to elbow his way in. As he pushed past the many music lovers huddled together, he heard her honey voice,

Din Rajni Kaise Beete

Bin Tere Darsan Re, Hayye,

Saiyya Mora Re...

Arnav swallowed. What had he done to deserve her?

Mami sighed, her heart full of sorrow, thinking of Mamaji who was working overseas.

Naa Koi Paathi, Naa Koi Sandeswaa...

Tears trailed down Mami's cheeks. Her husband called only 10 times daily. Before their marriage 26 years ago, he used to throw stones at her window at night and send billets in notebooks, sing phillum songs as he walked past her, whistle when she came out of her house all decked up to go to the temple... And now, he called her only 10 times daily.

Dhoond Firoon Main Jag Angnaa Re...

Mami sobbed. How she longed to hear her husband call her 'Manno'! Nani patted Manorama Mami's hand to comfort her. Akash took one horrified look at his mother's multi-hued face, and passed his and NK's hankies to her.

Saiyya Mora Re..., Khushi sang as Arnav slipped into his seat, right in front of her. In a second, her voice went from sad to flirty as she sang & pouted, chiding him for leaving her behind, beyond happy to see him, wanting to get up, run down the steps, and throw herself into his arms...

Din Rajni Kaise Beete...

Bin Tere Darsan Re, Hayye,

Saiyya Mora Re...

Arnav, who could read her like a book, melted. He closed his eyes for a moment, signalling her that their time would come when they reached home and could lock themselves in their safe haven, their room. He spent the next half an hour listening to her and letting his eyes roam over her. She was wearing the sari that he had gifted to her before leaving for Agra.

Seagreen Jamawar silk covered her beauteous form, lending a glow to the flawless skin of her face. Her sindoor, mangalsutra, the jasmine flowers from their garden...and her eyes lingering on him as though only he existed for her in this world...

"I am sorry I was late, Khushi.", he apologised that night.

They were lying on a thick blanket in the garden, surrounded by blooming jasmine flowers, the moonlight streaming down on them.

"It is alright, Arnavji.", Khushi murmured.

"No, it is not alright. You were upset at not seeing me there."

Khushi lifted her head from the cradle of his neck. "Upset?", Khushi asked, an innocent look on her face. "Who was upset? I was not upset."

"Acha? Then why were your eyes searching for me?"

"I was not searching for you, Arnavji! I was looking at the large number of people who had come to attend the concert.", she teased.

"Really? Then why did you sing Saiyya Mora Re?"

"Most classical songs are romantic, Arnavji. There was no particular reason why I chose that song." She hid a smile.

"I see." He pretended to be happy. "It is good that you did not miss me." He smiled. "I have to go to Shimla on Wednesday for 2 weeks."

Khushi's face paled. She looked at him with a horrified expression.

"No, no way, Arnavji. You are not going anywhere. And not for 2 weeks. I couldn't bear 2 days. How will I bear 2 weeks?" Her panic and protest made him chuckle. She tightened her arms around him.

"Then it will be a tiring, action-packed 2 weeks, Khushi.", he murmured, his fingers playing with the dancing strands of her thick hair.

"Huh?" She looked at him with wide eyes.

"You will have to come with me.", he decided.

"Go with you? You are taking me to Shimla with you, Arnavji?" She couldn't believe her ears.

"Of course. How can I go on our honeymoon alone?", asked the Devil.

(Lostlove, thanx!)

Part 35: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3273158/ss-keeping-khushi-th-4-part-41-on-pg-131?pn=52

awesome update...

WOW!!! This was so so good! And the way he introduced going to the honeymoon was sweet and funny! Keep up the great work!

AWWW Honeymoon??? Totally looking forward to it <3

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