Smitar's: Loving Khushi #1 Link to # 2 on Pg 1 - Page 53

Originally posted by: monsi08

arre hum to palak bichhaye baithe hi rehte hain aapke liye... v r just too greedy u know 😆

Originally posted by: rulama

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Section 3 of Part 2.

This update is about coming out from a defensive position to make an attack. An intense attack intended to bring about a swift victory.. in a word, BLITZKRIEG.

What is Blitzkreig?

It is a military tactical term of German origin. The word, meaning "lightning war", in its strategic means is associated with a series of quick and decisive short battles to deliver a knockout blow to an enemy before they could fully mobilize.

When Khushi slowly looked around for some sort of support to get out of massaging Arnav, all she found was the expectant eyes, of Amma, Babuji and Buaji on her, to comply. They were putting forth their expectation out for her through their single look without uttering a word. As she looked at her contract husband, with eyes, as luminous, bright and brown as waters of a woodland river, he was waiting with naughtiness twinkling that said, she was a fair game. Khushi's whisper, He Devi Maiyya! like a low wind sigh, was met with a smile from Arnav. Clutching tightly the bottle of oil, showing her distress over the need to minister a massage, as she moved towards the object of her distress, the door bell rang. Khushi heaved a sigh of relief at the thought of being saved by the bell for a few minutes.She thought it would help her to emerge intact out of the soup she was lead into. Buaji with a good natured grumble called out, that she was on her way, as she ambled her rotund self to open the door. It was Vimla Chachi who had come visiting, armed with the latest of the grapevines. Amma, whispering to Khushi and Arnav, asked them to go to the bed room to get the massaging done. She instructed Khushi, to massage his head as it would give him the much needed relief. She also instructed Arnav, to remove his shirt to avoid oil stains on it. Khushi felt her heart stop and her chest constrict. Khushi, with eyes that grew bright and large, like the water springs when rain-fed that dilate their marge, stared at her mother as though she was doling out a preposterous advice. Arnav, turned his laughter that was bubbling inside him wanting to come out like the sudden outburst of the glad bird in the tree-top, into a hiccup. It was like letting monkey free in the banana plantation.

When Buaji let Vimla Chachi in, Arnav's suggestive query, was she not going to comply with her mother's request? was weighed by Khushi for what it was worth. His snide smirk made her boil and promised herself to pay him back in spades, even if it was the last thing she did. As Amma's hurriedly urged to go inside, Khushi looked heavenward, mentally promising her Devi Maiyya, that She was to get an earful as soon as she had dealt with the pest of a Raizada who was sitting pretty in front of her. Armed with the bottle of oil she marched to the bedroom and was followed by a jubilant Arnav. The lines for the battle were drawn.

As a sulky Khushi walked into the bedroom she realized, that her fate as plain as a day, was leaning towards him. Taking care to lock the door lest Vimla Chachi sauntered in and comment on the rope cuts on his arms or his leanness, Arnav shed his waist coat and his shirt. Khushi asked Arnav to sit on the chair, placing the bottle of oil on her table by Devi Maiyya'a idol. Seeing Arnav's bare torso, she gasped and stammered out. You... what... why? with her eyes, lingering on his shoulders and back, allured by the silky, golden wheat-coloured skin, looking smooth, just like a velvet breeze on a summery night, tempting her hands to wander over them at will. The assault on her senses had begun.

Arnav turning his head towards her asked, did she not hear what her Amma had to say? The oil would stain his shirt. The bare torso Adonis, looking as innocent as a new born babe, but full of naughty intentions was dressed in just a pair of black trousers. Khushi shut her eyes for a moment inhaling deeply, trying to calm her mind and her heart that was quaking and quivering, like a short-haired puppy after a ducking, while Arnav relished witnessing in the mirror, the gamut of expressions that flitted across her face. He had a wide grin ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. It was a raid on her senses, to see Arnav in a half dressed state. When Khushi opened her eyes he schooled his face into innocence, wiping off the smile from his face. Khushi moved a step closer to the chair and leaned across him to reach the bottle. Her unbound hair, like a cascading waterfall showered down upon his shoulders, caressing his back like a soft gentle breeze. It made Arnav shudder, and Khushi frown and ask, was he feeling cold, even on such a warm day. No, very hot was his wise crack. Khushi's frown deepened unable to comprehend what he meant. Pouring a little oil into her left palm, leaning over, to place the bottle on the table, her arm gently brushed his shoulder like a silk scarf, leaving just a soft and a pleasurable feeling, making his breath hitch. Khushi, unaware of her effect on him, frowning as he drew in a sharp breath, assured that it won't hurt, but wondered, why he was scared of the oil! Feeling the necessity, to have his head held at an angle to massage his forehead, overcoming her inhibition, she touched with trembling hands, his thick dark mane, looking lush like a woodland growth, to rest against her bosom. Khushi felt breathless at the feel of his head against her softness. His hair was soft, silky, smooth and unruly, yielding into her hands, the dark locks playing with her breath imploring her fingers, to entwine with them. Arnav shut his eyes with bated breath for more assault on his senses. Slowly, with shaking fingers Khushi spread the oil on his forehead, sharp nose, lean cheeks and clenched jaw. With flourishing strokes she smoothed oil from his chin down to his neck. The muscles of his throat worked as he tried to control himself from pulling her into his lap and kissing her senseless. His hands clutched the arms of the chair, in a strong iron grip.The offensive was taking its toll on him too.

Arnav lifted his lashes and took in her flustered face, with a blush rising on her like the morning sun, as she was coming to terms with having him at her mercy and the freedom of touching him at her will. With perfect silence prevailing, the air seemed so thick that they could not even draw breath. Khushi, lifting her head saw in the mirror, his eyes smoldering with heated passion as they ran over her. Air was like wine, heady with desire and love, that had long been suppressed, were making their presence felt. Khushi skittering away her eye, continued with the task at hand, while Arnav's molten caramel eyes continued to devour her. With deft fingers and slick movements she massaged his knotted nerves relaxing them. Taking each and every part of his face with her fingers using her magical touch, she relaxed them and kneaded the pain out. Arnav relaxed against the soft cushioning of her bosom, feeling like a drifting cloud, bathed in her warm touch, experienced euphoria, so far unknown to him. It was like getting wings to his dreams and floating in a pain-free sky. He relished this attack blitz on his senses. When her warm fingers moved down to his throat, he could feel her hesitation. He sat waiting in silence trying to bring the erratic heart beat under control. Khushi looking at his well toned torso, feeling as breathless as the deer driven hard to bay, wondered, why was it that he had to remove his shirt?

Pushing his head away from her bosom she worked on his nape, elicting a sigh of relief and pleasure. His husky voice, making butterflies dance in her belly, asked her to massage his shoulders too. Knowing that she was reluctant to do it, he set forth to corner her so that she was left with no option than to give in to his request. Gripping his shoulders on one hand, she leaned to take the bottle. Arnav shut his eyes in pleasure at the warm touch, loving the dig of her nails on his muscles.

Khushi warming the oil between her palms, applied it on his shoulders where his muscles rippled in spasms, like the waves rolling in, as she caressed them. Arnav with his hawk like eyes, watched her closely, as she massaged his aching body. Khushi, sensing his burning eyes up on her, felt her hand slip from the shoulder she had been working on to slide down his arm. She quickly lifted her arm and what she saw in his eyes made her tuck the tendril on her face behind her ear, forgetting that her fingers were soaked in oil. Arnav feeling a wave of tenderness washing over him at this endearing gesture of hers, smiled at her through the mirror. His smile was launching a storm in her mind, turning her cheeks into a blushing cloud. This constant shelling on her senses and heart made her decide that it was time to retreat as it was taking a toll on her. Khushi grabbed the bottle of oil and got ready to leave the room knowing the effect of the smiling assassin on her heart. A grumpy Raizada could freeze her heart, but a smiling one was deadly. He could make her heart soar high and float like streamers in the wind. But that very thing was hazardous to her heart. She knew that this Arnav, was capable of penetrating deep into her heart and be the cause of her meltdown. But, that was not what the rational side of her mind told her she wanted.

Arnav who was now an imp personified asked, was she not planning to massage his head or was he to ask her Amma to do? Khushi clenching her jaws and gritting her teeth, just like a dry ice in hot water, hissed in anger. She was being overrun by maelstrom of emotions. On one hand, she was being rushed to massage him and bear the brunt of his onslaught on her senses. On the other hand, anger was pushing her not to give in to him. She thought if this was what she could look forward to in the next twelve days, then there would only be stubs as remnants of teeth just like ramparts of fallen forts. For his head, she had a list of lovely thoughts on ways to grind it and massaging never featured in it. She glared at her Devi Maiyya who was watching the proceedings with Benevolent Eyes, who she believed was the puppeteer. She poured oil on her palm, making Arnav ravish with delight. While Khushi massaged his scalp with her deft and nimble fingers, Arnav's moans in delight were the only sounds in the room, discounting the wild erratic heartbeats and their heavy breathing. Arnav's words, her hands feel so good, uttered with a voice so mellow, so bright and warm, as if a beam of sunshine had been melted into sound, sent tingles down her spine. Khushi was unable to talk at the rush of feelings that were arising in her. Finishing the massage in a record speed, heaving a huge sigh of relief, she screwed the cap tightly on the bottle. As she went around, in a move of lightning speed, she found herself seated in the comfort of Arnav Singh Raizada's lap, her hands clutching at his glistening shoulders for support. The blitz attack, left her with no other option than to comply, as she was not given time to react.

His arms had wound themselves around her waist bringing her close to his warm and stripped torso. As Khushi squirmed, his hands held her as tight as an oyster, making Khushi say in protest, what was he upto, and to leave her alone. Arnav cradling her in his arms and kissing her forehead and trying to comfort her, murmured his thanks against her skin. It was a bolt out of blue. She sat still on his lap to digest his kiss and his gratitude. Arnav kissing her cheek said in the softest of whispers, that her hands were soft, as soft as dew on flowers of spring, and his lips caressed her skin. Khushi felt her heart boom louder than a bass drum, faster than a runaway train. Nuzzling her nose with his, Arnav smeared her face with oil and mumbled that, her fingers possessed magic. His intense attack, succeeded in making Khushi short of breath with her eyes out on stalks!

Arnav staring at her parted lips for a fraction of a second, in keeping to the promise he made to himself as to show her his love in all possible ways, at all possible times, whenever he felt so, in a move as swift as the thought, caught her lips in a kiss, as sweet as honey. After a while, when he lifted his face off hers, bedazzled by the onslaught, her fingers lay curling in his hair, gripping them as though they were her lifeline. Arnav carried Khushi in his arms and laid her on bed. Getting in beside her he held her close to his body, making Khushi hug him in a warm snuggle and enjoy the feel of his weight on her.

Raining her face with kisses, giving her lips the misses, taking his own sweet time to worship her with his lips, pressing his lips all over her face but her lips, he kept her yearning so long, he kept her so longing that, finally in desperation, Khushi clutched the back of his head and pulled him closer so that their lips could meet. Passion and desire, like the two twists of rope, mutually mixed one with the other, twining inextricably round their heart. Teasing her lips with soft kisses, he made Khushi feel the need to have his lips firmly on hers. The attack was turning into a victory. As she pulled at his shoulders and dragged his face closer, there came a knock from Amma, asking Khushi, how Damadji's headache was and Vimla had gone. This reality check from Amma, burst the dream bubble that had enveloped her and let her soar high, allowing her heart to take the lead, made Khushi scamper off her bed. It was Arnav who called out with laughter lurking in his voice, that he was much better and his headache had taken a hike. Khushi was still soaked in the emotional downpour, with her hazel eyes, looked at his laughing face giving it sultry glances, unable to control her reeling senses. His head ache was gone but hers was just beginning. He had aroused her sensually so much that now she was left with what she was never aware of before, craving and unfinished!

In this update, we see Khushi being the target and Arnav achieving the victory. He has succeeded in awakening her sensual needs and she has ventured out to initiate the kiss. He has made her extremely aware, that it was he whom she needs. With the timely help of her parents Arnav has succeeded beyond his dreams now, with the continuous blitz attack.

While doing so Arnav too is not unaffected. He has realized that he enjoys Khushi's company more than anything and he would go to any length to be with her. Shelling her senses with his reactions to her touch and later with kisses he is giving her a glimpse of how things could be between them if given a chance.

The day is not over yet. It is just nearing mid-day and it is the birthday of Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. Arnav Singh Raizada is not the one who will be going to let go of this chance. Having lost a few hours to work in the morning, he has made it up beautifully beyond his expectation. It was a successful BLITZKRIEG.

"Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be"

~ Kahlil Gibran

That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.