Chapter 7
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Arnav could not take his eyes off Khushi and he moved towards her as if pulled by a magnet. Khushi watched him walk towards her. She gulped as she took in his prominent biceps, the emerging expanse of his tanned sculpted chest, slightly matted, his toned muscles and his flat stomach. He was breathtakingly handsome in his half naked state, like a Greek God. As Khushi stared at him and swallowed again, Arnav cocked up his left eyebrow and smirked at her.
Khushi felt hot and dizzy. To her dismay, he was arousing sensations in her she didn't know existed. She could think of only one thing'. self-protection!
Without taking her eyes off him she bent down slowly and removed her sandals and then clutching them in her left hand, she picked up the pleats of her red saree in her right! Stoically unwilling to fall prey to his charms, her face flushed, her heartbeat drumming in her ears, she made a sudden dash for the door'!
Before an astonished Arnav could react, she had bypasssed him and was out of his room in the flash of an eye, sprinting down the stairs at break neck speed!
Suddenly, Anjali's voice rang out "Arrey Khushiji, kahan bhaagi jaa rahi hain?! ( Oh Khushiji! Where are you running to?!)"
Khushi stopped in her tracks almost losing her balance at the sudden break of momentum. Anjali was standing below the staircase with an elderly man and woman. They were all staring at her with big eyes! The woman sized up Khushi, looking her up and down several times and exclaimed loudly, "Hello Hi Bye Bye!"
Khushi's eyes popped out of their sockets as she recognized the elderly bedecked woman from the showroom! Her mouth took the form of a perfect 'O' as the woman's voice reverberated in her mind, "Aisa kya karat rahe bedwa pe ki bedwa hi toot gaya! Cirket khelat rahe kya?( What were they doing on the bed that it broke! Were they playing cricket?"
The silence was broken by Arnav's voice calling out to Khushi as he hurried down the steps, shrugging into the shirt he had just discarded. The trio at the bottom of the staircase now turned to look at him. Arnav immediately recognized the elderly couple from the furniture store. What were they doing in his house?
As if in an answer to his silent query Di's words wafted up to him, "Yeh lijiye,Chhotey aa gaye!(Lo behold, Chhotey is here!) Chottey, tell me, can you recognize them?" Anjali smiled at her brother, pointing to the duo. Arnav did not reply because he knew Di would not be able to play detective very long.
And soon enough after a dramatic pause, Anjali exclaimed excitedly, "They are our Mamaji and Mamiji, Chhotey! You may not remember them because they left for the States when you were only five.They did not even keep in touch with us," said Anjali pouting at them. "However, the news of Nani's worsening health has brought them back."
Then addressing Mamaji-Mamiji, Anjali said, tears brimming in her eyes, "How unfortunate that Nani is not here to greet you. She needed a change and I had to pack her off to Sheeshmahal.. But she will be pleasantly surprised to see you when she returns."
Mamaji patted Anjali"s head and snivelled but Mamiji's could not be bothered about what her niece was saying. Her full concentration was on Khushi, who was standing in the middle of the stairs fidgeting with her saree and studiously avoiding Mamiji's blazing gaze.
Anjali beckoned to her brother to come down. Arnav walked past Khushi, giving her a look sideways and approached the others.
Mamaji immediately covered the distance between him and his nephew and embraced him. Arnav hesitated for a second before hugging him back loosely.
Breaking the embrace and holding back his tears, Mamaji called out to his wife, "Look, Manorama, how our Chottey has grown. He is a big strong man now."
"Yes, big and strong enough to break beds!!" came the pat reply from Manorama Mami.
Khushi looked up alarmed, her eyes silently imploring Arnav to stop his Mami from spilling the beans. But he was enjoying himself and looking straight into her eyes, winked at her! Khushi gasped. What was he doing? Mamiji's suspicions would be confirmed now!
But before Mamiji could remark further, Anjali burst out laughing, " Really Mamiji your sense of humor is intact even after so many years!! Chottey is big enough to break beds! Ha ha! That's a good one! Ha, ha!"
Mamiji was not amused. Not one to accept defeat, she decided to prod on! "I don't recognize this girl. Who is she?" she asked in a shrill voice.
"Oh! This is Khushiji. My savior! She saved me from falling down the steep steps of the temple today," Anjali answered, smiling at Khushi.
"Today? You met her only today? How cums?" Mamiji pounced on to Anjali.
Anjali could not understand why Mamiji had set up an Inquiry Commission on Khushiji, but she replied patiently, "Yes, I met Khushiji an hour back. But I have struck off so well with her that it seems like I know her for ages!"
"And how long does Arnav bitwa know her?" Mamiji asked slyly.
Mamaji knew what his wife was getting at and decided to stop her immediately. His nephew might not take such personal questions lying down. After his parents suicide the teenaged boy had suddenly grown overnight, especially when his father's brother had thrown the siblings out of their house in Lucknow. Mamaji knew that after completing an MBA programme from Harvard University, he had returned to India, and with some monetary help from his Nani, had built up AR Designs from scratch. He was a self-made man, the biggest name in Indian fashion industry, who might disapprove of any interference in his personal life.
So quickly changing the topic Mamaji said, "Akash bitwa will come to India by the end of the month. He will be so happy to meet you all. He is the one who insisted that Manorama should forget her acrimony with his Naniji."
Khushi thought this was a good opportunity to slink away now that everyone's attention was diverted. Without paying attention to Arnav who was still smirking at her she came up to Anjali and whispered "Humey ab chalna chahiye Anjalidi (I must leave now, Anjalidi)."
"No, no please have tea with us Khushiji" Anjali said holding on to her arm. Then turning to Mamaji and Mamiji she ushered them into the dining room. She called on to the Hari Prakash, their loyal servant, to bring ladoos, jalebis, pethas, halwa and other sweets from Lucknow to celebrate the homecoming of Mamaji and Mamiji.
Khushi plonked herself on a chair furthest from Arnav and Mamiji. However, she was relieved when Arnav excused himself to take a call on his phone. .Also, thankfully,Anjali drew Mamiji into a conversation reminiscing their old times.
Khushi gulped her tea quickly and stood up. She did namaste to Mama and Mamiji and thanked Anjali for the saree, promising to return it to her later. Then taking the bag of her soiled clothes from the washroom she fled the house as fast as her legs could carry her.
She was about to hail an auto when she realized she had left her purse at the Raizada home! She must have dropped it in the Laad Governor's room when she ran out of it, she thought chewing her lower lip.
She entered RM with trepidation, and hearing cheerful voices coming from the dining room she tiptoed upstairs to his room. "Thankyou Devi Maiyya, he is not here," she sent up a silent prayer to her deity, when no one answered the knock on the door. Stealthily, she pushed the door ajar and quickly stepped inside his room locking it behind her.
At first glance she could not locate her small pink purse and was wondering if she should check downstairs, when the washroom door opened suddenly and Arnav stepped out of the shower.
He looked infinitely devilishly sexy in a white towel clinging low on his waist, his long muscular legs proudly exposed. Drops of water clung to his thick wavy hair, while some droplets trickled down the thick strong column of his neck and caressed his beautifully sculpted chest. His fresh smell drugged the air and his brooding eyes spun brown magic in their depths!
Khushi. blinked rapidly at him, her breathing hitched, her face red, mentally planning an escape route when Arnav quickly caught her by her left wrist and roughly pulled her towards him. She crashed into his chest breathing heavily her eyes closed tightly. His skin felt so smooth under her fingers. She felt something bitter sweet build up inside her as he whispered sexily into her left ear, "Don't think I will let you escape the second time, Khushi. You want this as much as I do, don't you Khushi?!" And saying that he put his thumb under her chin and brought her pink parched lips close to his smirking wet ones. Her hear thudded against her ribs, and a thrill ran down her spine as she saw in his chocolate orbs a burning desire for her. He cupped her face in his hands and touched her quivering lips with his thumb...!
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