Smitar's: Saving Khushi#2 Part 14 Pg 111 (9/10) - Page 70

Originally posted by: rulama

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation for Part 14.

This update is about a fuzzy concept and can mean many different things to many people. It is a mental or emotional state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. In a nutshell, it means HAPPINESS.😉

Khushi prepared a tray laden with sumptuous as well as nutritious food for Di to cheer her, and handed it to HP to be taken to Di. Once she had done it she gave her attention to the preparation of breakfast for the rest. As she sliced crispy apples wafer thin for Mami she felt the familiar gust of wind surround her and making her hair play truant. It delighted her as she knew for sure that her Arnavji was close-by. She only realized how close when his hot breath, caressed the skin of her nape giving her a run of goose bumps, for his presence always brought in exhilaration, reached out to her heart and invariably dragged out the deepest wishes in her. His nearness made her senses go crazy, winding her in a maze of love and she shuddered helplessly with her lashes falling over her eyes. His soft murmur, Khushi.., against her skin did not help to bring her out of her dreamy euphoria but his voice only induced her to let out a moan that came from deep inside. His voice, that held a hint of laughter that sounded to her like a tinkle of a jingle as he said, something is burning, had her sniffing daintily still with her eyes closed and thought contently that it must be her senses that were swimming and set afire. Suddenly as she realized where she was, her eyes flew open and gazed at stove to find a charred roti looking balefully at her from the skillet!

Anjali refused to have her meal from a tray in her room. She decided with a good spirit to come down and partake the delicious breakfast with the rest of the family. As all sat around the table sharing the meal, NK and Akash goofed around trying to bring a smile on their Di's wan face and their lighthearted fooling succeeded in doing so. Arnav, Nani,Payal, Buaji, Amma, Babuji and Mami heaved silent sighs of relief at the sight, each thanking their beloved deity for giving Anjali the strength, to bear so much of suffering with equanimity. They rejoiced at the sight of Anjali who was mingling with the rest. Khushi sat by Arnav and smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with happiness at the sight of the smile that lit Anjali's face. Arnav smiled back, pleased with the knowledge that his Di was on the mend. Di's willingness to smile was a ray of hope that led him to understand that it was only a matter of time before she started to take an interest in life and the healing process had started. It filled him with optimism knowing that she had made a decision to turn over a new leaf. That by itself was the starting point for her life ahead. It cheered him up no end.

The Guptas' left soon after breakfast. Buaji on her way out whispered to Arnav, asking him to bring Anjali Bitiyaa to Laxmi Nagar and let her stay with them for a few days for a change. They would keep her busy engaging her mind with varied activities and meeting their neighbours, new people to her, so as not to dwell on the past few days or the fiasco of Shyam being in her life and playing fool with her. With the change in scenario she would soon be on the mend and heal quickly. For they all wanted the old cheerful, vivacious Anjali Bitiyaa back in their midst. Arnav was touched by her genial warmth that extended to his sister too. Arnav agreed and promised her, that he would as soon as he could. Buaji pinched his chin with a fondness that showed how much she adored Arnav Bitwaa, just as she would if he were her own son.

While Khushi was in the kitchen preparing lunch along with Payal, she got a call. It was from her Laad Governor asking her in a whisper, to come to the room. Khushi who was scandalized to hear such a blatant request from him at that time of the day, knowing very well what that request meant, knowing very well that she would be the butt of the jokes, teasing and sniggering, asked him, did he mean it as of now? She told him that she was in the kitchen midway through the preparations for lunch along with her Jiji, and the rest were in the living room. She asked him, what will they think and their reaction be if they see her going up to the room? She cut the call before he could badger her to submission and weaken her resolve to behave in a decorous manner in the presence of their family, for she knew it took very little on his part to tear her defense and then, she could neither deny him nor her heart would obey the faint reminders coming from her mind. She knew that the time spent with him would be filled with bliss and she would be easily transported to seventh heaven.

Again, came the call from Arnav, with a request of needing a glass of juice, that too specifically it to be orange juice. He remembered with a fond smile, how she had poured out mango juice in his shoes as she could not find orange juice in the house, making him realize the prank played on him only when the shoes squished just like baby boots at every step he took! He could only shake his head with a smile at her playfulness that had bordered on childishness while she tried to shake him out of the rut he had fallen into and he had time and again fallen prey to it but had covered his defeat, her steady chipping of the stone, under the veneer of anger. Khushi with a gleeful smile agreed to make it for him knowing very well what it entailed.

Arnav, for whom, patience, not being one of the virtues that he had any inclination to master, paced his room ready to make the carpet thread bare. He was like a majestic feline on the prowl all set to pounce on its prey the minute it enters the vicinity and comes within the catching distance. For him, the time for her to come up started with the minute he requested to make it and at the knock on the door, he turned around eagerly. With a smile lit on his face, his eyes rested on the lean form with a tray in the hand. Arnav did a double take and much to his chagrin, it was HP who had brought in his glass of juice. Arnav was speechless with anger, and stared at him. As HP placed the tray on the table and asked, whether Arnav Bhaiyya needed anything else, his growl, no, had the poor fellow scoot away, for HP knew from the years of practice, when it was prudent to beat a hasty retreat. He knew, though Arnav Bhaiyya growled, he possessed a heart of gold inside.

For Arnav, Khushi not coming up to their room and outwitting him was the last straw. He strode to the top of the stairs and bellowed out, Khushi! Khushi! Nani, Mami, NK and Akash looked at him in surprise. Anjali was resting in her room with her nurse in attendance. Payal, who was working alongside Khushi in the kitchen, asked her with startled eyes, as to why Arnavji was so angry? Khushi's stammered, that she does not know Jiji, made Payal urge her to go and find out, with a playful admonishment, she was one of a kind! Khushi leaving her work, wiping her hands on a towel, ran out of the kitchen. A concerned NK came to her and whispered that, Nannav was in his very angry mode. Was she not scared to face him? Khushi gave him a watery smile on her way past him. When Nani asked her, what happened, why was Chotey angry, with her eyes warily resting on a fuming Chotey, who like a lion gazing down from its den in the mountain at its subjects on the grassland below, was standing at the top of the stairs and looking down at them. Her rushed, she does not know Naniji,accompanied by a blush springing on her face, as she dashed out just like a deer, hopping sprightly up the steps, was a tell-tale sign by itself. It amused Nani who looked at Mami and both looked down to hide their snicker. They were happy to see this form of their Chotey, and to think their Bitwaa, who would sizzle and scorn at the word love, would now be in this enchanted state was definitely something to rejoice and a source of much merriment.

As Khushi reached the top of the steps she came face to face with her Arnavji, a piqued Arnavji, standing with his feet apart, his arms crossed with a stubborn and peeved look enhancing his sharp features. Khushi was not the one to give in easily. She frowned and her dainty mouth like a crimson rose curled up with lips pursed tight, showing her disapproval at his action, asked him, what was the matter? Why was she summoned, making her leave the work in the kitchen? Without uttering a word, Arnav caught hold of her arm and led her away to their room and secured the latch once inside. Cornering her against the door in jubilation and crowding her with his body, he whispered in her ear that, he missed her terribly. All the while she was viewing him with slit eyes wondering what was to befall and bracing herself for whatever it was, suddenly let her eyes open wide hearing his declaration and in a puzzled tone asked him, how could he miss her when she was in the house, in the kitchen? His explanation that, he missed her in his arms, followed by wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug, burying his face against her throat and his tongue lapping the skin behind her ear in elation, making her quiver and rock just like a boat when the waves lap its sides. Khushi gasped, Arnavji! and in response, a pleased Arnav nipped her earlobe making her yelp in surprise and pleasure. His hands forayed into the tempting curves of her waist that to his mind seem to beckon to touch. It was a visual sensuous treat for him to see his wife in a sari, his fingers that traversed her skin, sought her navel ran a finger along its edge, making her jerk in shock and fall heavily against the door at her back. He showed his approval at her wearing a sari by murmuring in her ear to always wear a sari at home. Her heart gladdened at his appreciation and asked him, does he remember selecting the sari she had draped? The one he had chosen for her when she had come with her relations to meet Naniji on her Jiji's wedding day... her voice trailed away, as all coherent thoughts seem to vanish into thin air with his fingers kindling a flame in her. His whispered words that, he remembers it, draped in it she looks beautiful and ravishing just as delectable out of it too. He told her that, he loves to see her in sari and asked her to wear it always at home for it was one heck of a convenient garment as he proceeded to show her exactly how convenient saris' were on their way to blissful contentment. A long time later, Khushi buried her face against his neck and panted what would the others think of them. His ready reply, that they would think that he loves her a lot, came from a distance, as he was busy yielding to the persuasion of her pink lips that were like dewy rose buds peeping out of snow calling on to kiss. With his hungry lips settling on it making music like a nightingale in roses, they settled themselves to be transported to their personal paradise where he and she, were the only inhabitants.

That is why this is titled, HAPPINESS.

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, rather, loved in spite of ourselves"

~ Victor Hugo

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