Smitar's: Loving Khushi #2 LINK to#3 on Pg 1(13/8) - Page 27

Originally posted by: rulama

Smita,

Here is the interpretation to Section 2 of Part 4.

This update is about predetermining things, prescribe and command certain things, intend or choose someone or something for a particular purpose or end, in a word DESTINE.

Arnav Singh Raizada called Khushi from his office at noon and informed her that the documents that he had asked Mr. Roy to prepare would be ready by late evening and he would talk to Di that night and fix things as per the plans. Then, by the next evening they could make it possible, to see the end of Shyam in their lives. Khushi was all nerves and felt her heart beat speeding up with anxiety! They were playing with Di's feelings.She wondered what if Di was shattered more than she already was, after getting to know the true face of Shyam. Arnav sensing her worried thoughts behind her silence, tried to soothe her, asking her not to be scared of the repercussions. Though she looks fragile, Di was strong inside where it counted. She had been under worse conditions than this, faced them bravely and had come through it all with flying colours. Here too, she will be able to come out with her head held high. He would determine that his Di would turn out so. Khushi agreed with his statement. He then asked the whereabouts of the rest. Khushi reported that Jiju and Nanheji were in the garden, sitting almost by Anjaliji's window. Mami was chatting with Anjaliji with Jiji tagging along. Nani was napping to be alert at night. The nurse was in Anjaliji's room and Anjaliji had been asking everyone if they had seen her phone. Seeing that things were going on as predetermined so far, Arnav requested her to ask others to keep Di befuddled as planned until he comes back. She told him they are helping her to look for her phone. Arnav informing her of the plan he had decided said, that he had arranged for two more visits by Di's doctor that day. Shyam who will be watching the house and the activities, will fall into thinking that Di's health has worsened and the next day doctor was scheduled to visit four times before evening. This act was designed to make Shyam think that Di's health has turned critical. Khushi concurred with his arrangements. He informed her that it would be late when he comes home and it will be with the papers as he wanted it to be done as soon as possible. Khushi's statement that Shyam is unpredictable, as unpredictable as the English weather and is not safe to keep him in wait, had Arnav agree and say that he will devote time to Di and her food intake when he reaches home and see that she takes it. Khushi informed him of sending his lunch through HP to his office and Arnav could see HP handing over a bag to Aman and told her so. After a moment of silence, when Arnav said, I love you, Khushi stood stock still. The phone was held in a death grip and her crying eyes glistened like morning frost. Once again sensing that Khushi was in tears, Arnav tried to lighten the mood asking, Why do you always cry when I tell you that I love you, Khushi? Her quick answer, because you make me cry, always was followed by a pinging sound that alerted him to the call being cut. Arnav has earmarked all his conversations to be a reminder to Khushi that he needs her in his life and he values her. Her place is beside him and it was almost like foreordained to be so. Against her determination to give up on their so called marriage, he was determined not let it be so.

Arnav stepped in to his Di's room with a bowl of soup, only to see her on all fours looking under the bed in search of her phone. Once Mami saw Arnav enter, knowing his intention as predetermined, paved the way for them to be alone, with a flimsy excuse. Setting the tray on the night stand, Arnav asked what had happened, why was she on her knees when she should be resting? She sulked that she could not find her cell phone. Making her recline on her bed with her back on the pillows stacked against the headboard, he told her that he will help her in her search for it but first to have some soup. She declined to take it. When Arnav held the spoon near her lips saying just a fews spoons for his sake, her eyes readily teared up but was determined and said, no, that she would not take it without her Shyamji. At his protest, she asked him choking with tears, how could he believe such things about his Jiju? How could they lie, in such a bad manner? He is her husband, the father of their rajkumari! He won't be able to find a more loving or good man even if he set out to search for one! Tears as big as an ostrich's eggs began their descent and she cried fitfully like a babbling brook. Anjali was convinced that her Pati Parameshwar was an incarnation of Parameshwar himself. Her emotional outburst was intended to make her Chotey see the reason of her wanting Shyam in her life. This was what Shyam was banking on and he had it marked out as the way to chip Arnav's determination to keep him out of his sister's life and thereby his family and wealth. Her adoration of her husband, her thinking that sun rises and sets on him, made Arnav's flesh crawl and groan inwardly. His thought that his sister was so gullible as to think so highly of her husband while in reality he was a man with a roving eye, brought in a lump in his throat. Though he wanted to spit out the reality to her, quelling the anger that welled up in him like lava, swallowed his opinion of Shyam with a great deal of effort. He told himself that it was just a matter of few more hours for the doom of Shyam in his hands, with Di's eyes opened wide. It was an appointment with tryst that he was determined to keep.

In between her sobs, her words were coherent enough for him to hear his Di telling him that by lying, they have taken away the respect that is due to my husband. You hit him, Chotey! How could you raise your hand to your Jijaji? Arnav, taking his time, addressed her. It was intended to be seen as though he was having second thoughts on all the happenings. As though being hit by a fresh realization, he slowly apologized saying, that he was sorry, for his anger had fogged his mind. Does she not know how he gets blind with rage? He shouldn't have done it. He should have thought about it before. He was really sorry. He really doesn't know if Sh... Ji-Ja-Ji was behind the kidnapping. He had not seen him. Arnav's words were like music to her ears and his confession had Anjali in seventh heaven and said,this was what had she been claiming all along. His words had the predetermined effect with which it was uttered. Arnav with a sigh reiterated the fact, that he was kidnapped and that was the truth as well as reality. Anjali, with a solemn nod, cupped his face with gentle fingers in reassurance. Setting aside the soup, Arnav hugged her and after a long hug, he gently helped her to lie against the pillows.

Arnav in a soft voice as though seeking her help to clear his confusion asked her, could he ask her something? When she asked him to continue, he asked her, at the time of her marriage, he had got an elegant office for Jijaji in Delhi. Jijaji is always away, always on work. Anjali pouted and agreed that indicated he was away quite a lot and that was not to her liking. Arnav threw in a dart at her bubble of happiness asking, then where is the money that he makes? Anjali stared at him agape. She had never thought of it! With a concerned, serious look on his face, he asked her, was it going to his savings or using it for her? Anjali drew a blank when she thought of, when her Shyamji had saved money or spent his own money on her. Arnav continued with his probe that was making her probe her mind saying, he had been depositing money in her bank account, the joint account every month for the past three years. She had been receiving the rent from the houses he had given at the time of her marriage. All her fixed deposits and investments have been done by him, before her marriage. All her diamonds and ornaments have been given by him. Where is the money that Jijaji is making? His query made Anjali stare blankly at him. As intended, Arnav's queries sowed a seed of enquiry in his Di's mind and contuinuing in the same vein asked her, Jijaji withdraws from their joint account does he not? At Anjali's nod, he stated if he is short on cash, he takes from her too. Does he not? That is from her personal account. Anjali agreed to what he said. She could not lie to this sweet and sympathetic Chotey. He further added that when he lives with them, uses the car that he had given on their marriage, the fuel and the service are billed to him, Jiju has no living expenses. Being an orphan he has no relations to support. Then where is the money that Jiju is making? His penetrating questions had Anjali stammer and defend her husband saying that he does a lot of pro bono work. Arnav with pretended reluctance haltingly said that it was because he is a ghar jamai without any income people don't respect him. His words made Anjali frown. Arnav told her that as Jiju was going to be a father, he needs to be more responsible. He can't raise a family without an income.These words were designed to let her know that if she wanted a future with her husband Shyam should shoulder the weight of his family. Arnav had marked this out not to be so. It was meant to show to Anjali that her devoted Pati Parameshwar was nothing but a scoundrel who would balk at taking responsibility and was a freeloader on whom, she had placed her trust and her unconditional love without even batting an eyelid!

With Chotey's words having a ring of truth in it, the first seed of doubt sprouted in the mind of Anjali, who had thought that her husband was an epitome of virtue, Divinity personified,. She had to agree, at her Chotey's logical thinking. He told her, that it was not really a good sign for Jiju to be dependant on him for his daily expenses when has a job and now a family to support. Anjali agreed with a slow nod. He told her that even though many accusations were made against Jijaji that day, he has no proof against him. And Jijaji managed to counter many of the statements made by the others. Anjali's eyes had hope lurking in. His statement that all believe that Jijaji has married her for his money, elicited a Chotey! as a reprimand but it was without any resolve. Her mind dwelt on her husband's extravagances that she had been feeding with money, that were the product of her brother's sweat. Designer watches, unexplained frequent trips away from Delhi, frequent requests for money from her, not one or two but countless number of times. Knowing that he should strike while the iron is hot, Arnav clasping her hand gently in his and kissing it said, that she was endangering her health as well as her baby's health because Shyam is not with her. He is not able to bear this anymore. In a voice choked with tears, hurt and desolation resonating, he told her it would be better if she killed him rather than him see her starve for Jijiaji. His plea though said with a predetermined purpose was heart-felt too. Anjali hugged him with her ceaseless tears making a wet blotch on his designer jacket. He further told her, that he doesn't mind calling Jijaji and asking him to come to RM. He was ready to apologise for hitting him in anger. His words had a profound effect. Anjali's eyes shone bright with hope. When Arnav added a rider, that things had to change and it would not be as it was earlier, Anjali waited to hear what he had to say. He told her that he wants her to be happy and if Jijaji was her happiness, then so be it. He would not mind recalling him but he needs to pay his way through. He needs to realize that his duty and life lay with her and her child and he wanted everyone to respect him as it ought to be. This was intended to show to Anjali that her Chotey will fulfill her wishes but at his own terms. He would look into their requests but reserve the right to decide.

Not heeding Anjali's token of a protest, he continued to lay out his condition to bring back Shyam to RM. Does she remember the time when they had nothing except the clothes they were wearing? How they stood on the grounds of Sheesh Mahal when their Chacha threw them out? Anjali nodded at him. She tried to distract him by calling, Chotey, knowing fully well her Chotey even now smarted at its memory, it made him burn as furiously as a bale of straw set afire and he used to plunge into gloom at the very thought of injustice meted out to them. He continued to say that they had nothing. They had neither parents nor a roof, not even money, their school books or toys, just the clothes they had on them. They have come so far now that they have everything, made everything they possess now by sheer hard work, working every single moment, by cutting costs, saving, wise investments, standing united. It had been a united effort. While Mamaji, Akash and he worked, she, Nani and Mami saved the money they made. That is how they had reached the present position. It was a joint effort, of their whole family, including Mami who gave him her jewellery to sell for the initial capital to start the firm. His words were acknowledged by Anjali with a nod. The purpose was to remind Anjali that everybit of what they had was the fruit of their toil and it was not given to them on a silver platter as everyone assumes now.

He informed her that they know the value of money, but Jijaji doesn't. If Jijaji continues to live here comfortably, with the money he receives as allowance every month, he would never make or save money. When your daughter grows up and realises the true state of affairs, Jijaji will fall in her esteem too. Arnav put forth a very persuasive and determined argument and one, that would touch a chord. But it was also the dire truth. Anjali was left with no other choice but to agree with his line of thought as it was the bitter truth. Continuing, Arnav told her that he has even heard employees at the bank, snigger and refer to Shyam Manohar Jha as the husband that he had employed for her, making Anjali gasp and say how dare they sneer at her beloved husband! Arnav agreed with her and told her, that was exactly his reaction. But what worries him is, what would the little one, her rajkumari, feel if she heard such despising comments about her father? Would she not be hurt as well as won't he fall down in her eyes? So they needed to change the whole set-up now itself. Jijaji needs to be made aware of his responsibilities for his own good as well as for her rajkumari. Shaken by his words, a tearful and trembling Anjali nodded at him. Her misery made Arnav give her a bear hug soothing her, and comforting her he said, as long as he was alive, she would not lack for anything. He will always take care of her. But Jijaji shouldn't take his love for her as an indication that he has nothing to contribute to her's and her rajkumari's lifestyle. Anjali agreed to it. His words of sense and wisdom made her realize that her brother, whatever he may be to others, was devoted to her and her well being. It was then Arnav let the mammoth drop of wisdom trickle down for her to assimilate. As long as she has a fat bank balance, as long as he pays her monthly allowance, as long as she owns property and diamonds, Shyam would never change or even lift a finger for her. Then she would never be able to live here happily. Anjali agreed with this thought of her Chotey too and voiced it so.

To change all these they too needed to make a few changes to get Jijaji the respect that was due to him. He would call him the next day and ask him to come over. His words were like manna to Anjali who was waiting for the day she would be united with her Shyamji. She asked for his confirmation whether she heard it right and Arnav, sighing inwardly, assured her of it as he fed her the soup that had gone cold and said he would ask Payal to get her dinner! He put to rest Anjali's worry, about how Khushi and the rest would take it, assuring her with words that his words becomes the decree in his house and he would manage everything for her and she doesn't have to exert herself over anything. While assuring her, he made sure that she had her soup completely. He asked her does she remember what she had asked of him? To make everything as it was? To bring Shyamji back? To make her life as happy as it was earlier? Anjali was happy that her Chotey was about to fulfill all her wishes. The faith she had in her brother was not misplaced and he was keeping it for her. Arnav had earmarked her wishes to be his sword as well as his shield and he was going to utilize it fully. His shatir dimaag had found a way of fulfilling it. That was what she had asked and that was what he was going to prescribe. Giving her a warm hug, he promised that he would protect her, and fulfill the vow he makes every year when she ties the rakhi on his wrist. A beaming Anjali, who was as happy as a sunflower would be to see the sun beams kissing it, hugged back Arnav. His query, whether she trusts him had Anjali bob her head unable to voice out with the love for her brother, rushing through her heart like a river in flood. He told her that they needed to go over a few documents, together. As Anjali nodded happily, suddenly her face collapsed as if it were a pricked balloon. She said that she wanted her phone to call her Shyamji and give him the good news and asked for his phone. Arnav cleverly evaded her from contacting Shyam by suggesting that he would look for her phone and she could use his if she wanted to call Jijaji. But his suggestion was, not to call and to make it a surprise when Jijaji gets a call from him the next day. He had put it in such a way that finally, the call to place a call was left to her call. Anjali was one happy camper who had got things done her way. She was as happy as a flea in a doghouse. Arnav trying to look his utmost contrite self told her, that he would call Jijaji, apologize and invite him to return back as he was the one who had sent him away. Anjali smiling like a beauty waking from a happy dream nodded. Arnav went to get the documents and ask Payal to serve dinner to Di in her room. He decided it was better she stayed in the confines of her room secluded and till the time, bask in her bubble of happiness.

As Arnav walked into his room Khushi was squatting on the floor, feeding leaves to Laxmi. Looking up as he entered he gave a weary nod and said, she signed everything. So saying he flopped down on the bed. Khushi too sat by him and reminded him that Anjaliji has the utmost trust in him and she is aware that her Chotey will never abandon her and make her a destitute. Arnav sighed and told Khushi that Di felt that she could trust him just because he told her that he would get Shyam back and she loves or thinks she loves that swine. Khushi, in a voice as soft as the summer music of the brook, told him that he is her husband after all. She thinks that she is entitled to love him whole-heartedly, without holding anything back. It was just her fate that she picked a man who is not deserving of such a wife or her love. Her words made Arnav hold her hand and say in a voice, as hollow as the hollow sea, that he was sorry. Eventhough she was innocent and with no fault on her part, she had to bear the brunt. Khushi looking at his drawn face, consoled him saying that it was not his fault or hers or Anjaliji's. It was Shyam's. All of them were just guilty of believing him, placing their trust in him, letting him into their lives when he was not even worthy of their trust or affection. Her correct take on the event had him nodding and lift their joined hands to his lips and kiss her hand conveying to her that he adores her. Arnav who had always been attracted to her, even before he realized it and also that he loved her and she had become the very breath he needed to survive was determined to woo her to stay in his life. Their meeting at Sheesh Mahal was predestined, though Fate had not favoured their meeting in a pleasant way. This, Arnav was sure of and he was ready to do anything to keep her with him and this time with her willingness. Flustered by his expression of love, Khushi pulled away her hands and jumped up saying that it was late and she was sleepy. Leading Laxmi out of the room she locked the door.

As Arnav came to bed after changing into night clothes, Khushi was sleeping with her back towards him, at the far end of the bed, putting as much distance as she could. Taking his cue from the well known expression, if Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed, he moved closer to her till he was cuddling her, spooning, making Khushi nearly jump out of her skin and ask, what he was doing? Arnav, calming her with his hands on her shoulders and pulling her back into the position, said that the more she tried to move away from him, the more he would bring her back. His words, his nearness, his hard warmth against her softness robbed her of words and her sense, and made her heave heavily. He whispered softly in her ear that, he can't do without her, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, as his fingers trailed down her arm, leaving a line of fire down her sensitive skin like the blooming of the rosebuds. Khushi scrunched her face like a squeezed orange and shut her eyes in an effort to ignore his touch. His kiss on her nape with warm, hard lips had Khushi tremble and try to move away. Once more Fate was not on her side.To her luck, she was on the very edge of the bed and next to it was the floor. One wee bit of movement she would be on the floor. She brought her arms to cover her chest, holding clenched fists under her chin, in an effort to dissuade his marauding fingers that was an exercise in absolute vain. With his face buried in the luxurious soft silken tresses, his hands moved on their own touching her waist and running along her hips and the long lines of her slender legs as far as his reach. He was as happy as the cat that got its cream. His compliment that she smelt extremely sweet!, and his husky voice made her pulse flutter like a dove. Raising his head slightly, placing his lips on the creamy skin of her throat, leaving behind hickeys and soothing them, made Khushi moan and jerk. A quiet smile played around his lips, like the eddies and dimples of the tide play round the bows of ships. The jerk ended with Khushi landing down on the floor in an ungainly sprawl. Arnav with piercing eyes like sunbeams and naughty laughter dancing in it asked softly, what happened Khushi? Got scared is it? This was the tactic chosen by Arnav with a purpose of unsettling her and make her loosen up the battens that she had placed around her heart to make herself impervious to his moves. Along with this purpose of his, it also brought him immense pleasure. He had only nine more days to woo her and he was determined to change her mind. He had marked out her determination to leave him as doomed. He is seen effectively using his two pronged attack, words and actions, to make her understand that their union is predestined, predetermined, preordained by Fate and it is not just the Earthy Union she has to see, she has to look into the Union of Souls, that has already taken place.

That is why this update is titled DESTINE.

"There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore"

~ Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

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

Quite sensible of Arnav to keep Khushi updated as to the latest developments in his plan to rid their family of Shyam and the constant danger he poses. Khushi is right to be wary of the possible repercussions… with Anjali's temperament and delicate condition, things might go either way! Touching to see Arnav understanding her silence and beig quick to reassure her. Arnav seems to have planned for every contingency, to the extent of allaying Shyam's possible suspicions by having the doctor make frequent house calls. "I will be late getting home today, Khushi…" that's like a good hubby, to inform her of his late return! Arnav is still trying to bridge the gap between them by telling Khushi every chance he gets that he loves her but Khushi won't have any of it… she has been hurt so badly and so often that she doesn't dare hope… once bitten twice shy is just right in her case: "Because you make me cry, always." That ought to have silenced him! Glad to note that winning back his wife is proving to be no cakewalk for Arnav. Whether in the show or in the story, somehow I can't bring myself to totally sympathise with Anjali… maybe because, despite all her declarations, she comes off as someone who has an eye on her own comfort, otherwise what's stopping her from leaving Shantivan and living with Shyam, self-respect and hubby's respect intact, especially as she has a couple of houses in her name? As an adult no one can stop her! Her eyes filled with ready tears, "Not without my Shyamji." She can give a parrot a run for its money! Tears flowed down Anjali's cheeks… there should be no water shortage at Shativan! Anjali was convinced of her husband's claim to sainthood… loved your quip! Arnav seemingly apologizing for letting his anger get the better of him and for hitting Shyam, and then going on to ask very pertinent questions so as to sow the seeds of doubt in Anjali's mind is a nice move. Even if Shyam were involved in pro bono cases, as the self-respecting man he claims to be, he should have taken care of his wife as his means allowed, not sponged off his brother-in-law. The sister of the financial genius felt the first strike against her husband, the epitome of every virtue… lovely line! Arnav caught hold of her hand and kissed it. "Kill me, Di. That is better than seeing you starve for Jijaji." His plea was heart-felt… a clever ploy and an appeal that comes straight from the heart… as a brother, Arnav would rather die than watch his sister suffer! Arnav and the rest of the Raizadas have every right to safeguard their wealth from covetous people like Shyam because they earned every penny of it with their blood and sweat. Just love how Arnav involves his unborn niece in the plan… by focusing on the possibly less than flattering image she might have of her parasitic father, Arnav manages to get Anjali to sign over all her wealth and property over to him [?]… on the whole, the whole plan is pretty audacious! Anjali can't object to any of Arnav's moves as he is doing all this to bring back Shyam's lost respect, something that's so important to her! Can't wait to see Shyam's reaction on realising that he won't get a penny more from Anjali or Arnav, moreover has been saddled with an unwanted wife and kid! Hope both Anjali and Khushi will be safe. "I will call him tomorrow, Di, and ask him to come over." "Really, Chotey?" Anjali could not contain her happiness. "Really, Di," Arnav sighed inwardly… am wondering whether Arnav is sighing only because he is forced to lie to her or at how gullible she is, swallowing both Shyam's and his lies so easily! "He is her husband. She thinks that she is entitled to love him whole-heartedly, without holding anything back," Khushi said softly. "It is just her misfortune that she picked a man who is not deserving of such a wife or her love." She could have been speaking, just as easily, of herself and Arnav, here, and he seems to have understood that! His apology and admission that Khushi wasn't at fault seems to indicate as much! Arnav's amorous moves to show Khushi she can't escape him or her own body's response to and feelings for him came to an abrupt yet amusing conclusion… intrigued to learn Khushi's response to his challenge.

Originally posted by: manikka

wonderful interpretation Rashmi di.....

now its arnav's reply to shyam with this plan....tht snake thought he will brain drain tht blind anjali and use her as a ladder to raizada's hardly earned money....now arnav will use the same blind love of anjali against him and show him the unity of raizadas...

thnks for the PM di...