IPKKND-ARHI-FF - Gypsy- Chapter 42 - Page 2

Loved the plot,wil be looking forward to read it.:D

nice concept loved it,hey why dnt u write a new ff of arshi for topic it ll help others to knw the ff n u to gain the feedbacks

A very fresh story. Cool!! Loved both updates.
Can't wait to read more.

Hi! I hope you continue this story. Would love to read more!

Chapter 3

It was way in to the night and in the Maharaja's suite in Devgarh palace, the young Maharaja lay awake in his bed, his mind filled with images of the young gypsy girl. He was rather surprised at his preoccupation with the girl and yet was unable to stop thinking of her. He tried closing his eyes but an image of her staring at him wide eyed rose up. It was well past midnight when he managed to fall asleep only to dream of the girl.

Arnav woke early the next morning and shaking his head to dispel the heaviness that had fallen due to his poor sleep and without bothering to summon the valet he had in Devgarh palace, he dressed in a pair of black jodhpurs, cream colored shirt and black coat and went in the direction of the stables. Maybe an early morning ride would clear his head.

The stable master hurriedly bid the groom's saddle Sultan, Arnav's white thoroughbred stallion.

"Would you like a groom to accompany you Maharaja Saheb?" the stable master asked.

"Not at all," Arnav replied impatiently, swinging in to the saddle and riding out of the yard in a direction away from the palace. Once out of the courtyard, he urged Sultan in a light canter and once in the grounds, he gave the stallion his head, allowing him to work off his energy.

Arnav breathed the morning air deeply and his heavy head cleared considerably. He rode all the way out to the stream and galloped along its edge, enjoying the exhilarating ride. Finally he slowed Sultan in a walk and made his way inwards in to the trees back to the palace. Sultan was ambling along and Arnav was thoroughly relaxed when out of nowhere he saw a small thing fall and hit Sultan's side. Always a highly strung animal, Sultan reacted instantly by jumping and bucking his feet. Instinctively Arnav tightened his hands and pulled on the reins to stop the horse and called,

"Whoa, easy boy! Take it easy will you!" He pulled the reins tightly while Sultan pranced around. It took him quite a few moments before Sultan steadied although he still continued to stomp his hooves. Arnav ran his hands over his neck and at the same time looked around.

His easy mood was dispelled. What idiot threw something at his horse, he wanted to know? He saw no one around and frowned. He recollected that the object had fallen from above and looked up towards the trees and stilled.

Sitting on the branch of a tree was the gypsy girl from yesterday! From somewhere he noticed that she was dressed in a lime green outfit. Today there was no headdress. Instead there was a narrow strip of lime green fabric tied over her hair, presumably to keep the wild, heavy mass out of her face. The dozens of bangles were there on her arms. But it was her posture that arrested his expression. She had one hand over her mouth while her eyes were wide open in a shocked expression while her other hand clutched something tightly.

Now his previous anger was tempered with intrigue. He wanted to know more about this urchin who had so easily stolen his sleep. Keeping Sultan's reins tightly, he ordered her,

"Hey girl, come down."

If possible she looked even more shocked and now scared as well.

"Hurry up will you!"

She took her hand away from her mouth and gulped hard and then, she shook her head at him. Arnav was stunned. He was used to having all his orders obeyed and this simplest of commands disobeyed stunned him. He opened his mouth to say something but her scared expression stopped him. Obviously she had thrown something without looking and was now scared that he would punish her. But he wanted to talk with her so tempering his expression and voice, he said again,

"Here girl, come down. I wish to speak with you. That's all."

She paled and was about to shake her head again but he raised a brow questioningly and swallowing hard, she slowly moved from her perch. Moving slowly to the lower branches, she slowly dropped from the tree and stood under the tree, looking ready to bolt. Sure enough, as soon as he walked Sultan towards her, she turned around and bolted.

But this time, he was better prepared. He urged Sultan and within moments he was next to her and then ahead of her. He reined in a prancing Sultan to watch as having her way blocked the girl backed away. Turning in the other direction she ran but again he blocked her way. Now she started to look around wildly, her escape route blocked. Panicking, she started running in the direction away from the palace and her gypsy campsite. This time Arnav allowed her to run before chasing her again. He caught up with her and leaning sideways, scooped her in one arm and pulled her in front of him. She reacted by struggling wildly in his arms but he held her easily. The early morning quite was disturbed by Sultan's movements and her bangles moving.

She was a tiny slip of a girl, he realized. He looped Sultan's reins over one wrist and used both hands to hold her securely while he used his legs to control Sultan. She was caught tightly in his arms while Sultan came to a halt under a tree. She was still struggling but not so wildly now. No doubt she was feeling tired by now, he thought with satisfaction.

He used one hand to turn her face towards his. She resisted but his hand was implacable and she had to face him. Arnav caught his first close look at her face and realized that she was completely flawless in her beauty. Her face was a perfect oval. She had black brows and thick black lashes which were screening her eyes at that moment. Her nose was straight and small while her lips were a perfect bow and cherry red. She was breathing heavily and her lips were trembling. Fascinated by the milky color of her flawless complexion, Arnav ran his thumb over one soft and smooth cheekbone in gentle circles. At this movement, she paled and looked sideways at his hand and then at him. She actually looked at him; her eyes met his and he noted in surprise that they were an intriguing color. Light green and soft golden brown mixed; a perfect hazel and they were utterly beautiful. Unable to help himself, he murmured softly,

"Unbelievable!!!"

His caramel eyes held her hazel ones and he noted that although they were scared, they were also sparkling with some spirit of hers. In the next instant she turned her head fast and dislodging his now slack grip on her face, she latched on his hand with her teeth.

Arnav's breath hissed through his teeth in pain as she bit his hand near his thumb. But instead of letting her go, he tightened his arms even more securely and held on to her. She tightened her teeth while he held on. He was beyond pain now but still he held on until finally she started to give up. Her grip on his hand remained but without the pressure. Her breathing was heavy but she had stilled. Her heavy hair had swung to hide her face and taking his chance, Arnav used one hand to brush it out of the way and saw her face. It had become slightly red now.

He became aware of the softness of her lips against his hand and moving his bitten hand away, he used it to turn her face towards his again. This time when her eyes met him, he saw that they were tear filled. As he watched a drop fell out of her eyes while her lips trembled. She was completely panicked and in that moment, Arnav Singh Raizada felt bad.

In his own desire to talk with her, he had behaved completely out of character. And now this gypsy girl was completely scared and crying. Loosening his arms, he softly murmured,

"Tell me your name and you can go." Even now he wanted to know her name. Arnav was surprised at his own behaviour.

She looked at him with tear washed eyes and and with a disbelieving expression on her face, as if she couldn't believe he had asked her name!

"Come on, your name and you are free!"

"K-khushi."

"What?"

"My name; it's Khushi."

"Oh! So Khushi, tell me, what did you throw at my horse?"

"You said to tell you my name and you will let me go," a scared Khushi mumbled. Arnav heard her clearly. Her show of spirit while tears still sparkled in her eyes made him smile. He raised his brows again and she mumbled,

"Hame maaf kijiye Maharaja Saheb, I was sitting in the tree and having beir's. I didn't see you and your horse. I'm sorry," she mumbled again. As he absorbed her words, she tried her luck again. "Can I go now?"

"What?" Arnav shook his head slightly. He was lost in the feel of her in his arms!

"Can I go Maharaja Saheb?"

"Why did you run away when I called you?"

"I……………I was scared. This is your land and I am trespassing. Also your horse nearly bolted because of me. If my Maayi knew what……………..Huh………….Maayi!!!

Khushi's eyes opened wide and she gasped as she thought of her Maayi's reaction if she got to know of today's outrageous escapade of her daughter's. She turned pleading eyes on Arnav and said,

"Maharaja Saheb, please don't complain to my Maayi. I promise I will never trespass again. Please forgive me. Please………………."

She snatched her hands out of Arnav's hands and folded them together and looked at him pleadingly. She had absolutely no idea of the adorable picture she made; sitting atop the young and virile Maharaja's horse in front of him; she was in more danger of being ravished than the Maharaja complaining to her mother about trespassing! But that was proof of her sweet naivete and her trusting soul.

Looking at her, Arnav knew he wanted to see her again so he very cunningly said,

"Oh I don't know. I might tell your Maayi."

"Oh no Maharaja Saheb, please have mercy!"

"If I have mercy on you, what do I get?"

At these words, she paled. She had no idea what he could want from her but her Maayi's warning flashed in her mind to stay away from men. She bit her lower lip and looked at him beseechingly.

Arnav smiled and continued,

"If you promise me one thing, I won't tell your Maayi."

"W-what?"

"Meet me in the woods where I saw you today every morning…………….."

"Kyaaa?"

"Early morning."

"Why?

"Khushi you are not in a position to ask me that you know. So what do you say? Meet me or I tell your Maayi."

Khushi thought for a moment and then nodded her head reluctantly.

"Perfect," Arnav announced with satisfaction. In reply she wriggled in his arms. Much as he wanted to keep her in his arms, Arnav reluctantly let her go but not before he snatched the green fabric tied around her hair. She gasped at his behaviour but he used the fabric to press his hand which she had bitten.

Once on the ground Khushi didn't waste even a moment and took off while he watched her leaving with a smile on his lips. Turning Sultan around, Arnav galloped back to the palace.

hi guys...i want to post an index on page 1 of this story...can someone pls guide me????

Wonderful update. Really well written. I loved it.
So they meet and Khushi has promised Arnav to meet him everyday now does she know what she is getting into. She is such an innocent soul. Her maai gave her the right advice but it's not her fault Arnav has brow beaten her to agree.

Beautiful story. Please continue soon.
Thanks for the update.

Res

I'll edit soon. Wonderful concept.

Nice story...

Awesome. Arnav and Khushi come face to face and talk. Love that Arnav is already on his way to being obsessed with her (or he is already). Can't wait to read the next update.