Originally posted by: rulama
Smita,😊
Here is the interpretation for Part 16.
This update is about private conversation between two persons, tete-a-tete.
After the laughter-filled dinner that was part of the simple and laid-back life of the Guptas', Khushi dragged the charpoy to the open yard and sat with her Arnavji watching the stars. It was a pleasant night and as Arnav looked around he found the streets deserted. The dim glow of the streetlights was falling on the hand pump and his car, parked in Happyji's garage. Arnav, reminiscing the time Khushi made him bathe outside in full view of the public, in a voice that was filled with mirth he asked her, whether she remembers the bath she gave him? Not comprehending what he meant or that it was light teasing banter, with her eyes wide open she parroted, bath? Wondering when she had given him one. As Arnav laughed and told her at the hand pump, in full vision of the ladies present there to collect water, Khushi's cheeks were suffused with colours, with the memories of her actions when she had pulled a fast one on him. Arnav caught hold of her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. This conversation reminded her how she had tried her utmost to break his will power in her home turf as a way of getting back at him. Khushi whispered that she was sorry for putting him through that drill and asked, he had taken offence, had he not? She had been so angry at him that... Khushi was not allowed to complete her sentence by Arnav admitting, that it was fine, for he deserved that and much more for all that he had put her through and what she did amounted to nothing in comparison. They sat inhaling the cool night air in a companionable silence, each savoring the presence of the other with their hands held in a warm clasp and enjoying the joys of huddling together. The stars were sparkling bright over them as they felt happiness and contentment wash over them.
Arnav took care of the pesky mosquitoes, swatting them with the racket, an attack that caused absolute carnage, bringing expertly their untimely demise. Khushi came in and shut the door; she asked him whether they could go to bed. Arnav told her that he would switch on the AC that would not only cool the room but also keep mosquitoes at bay and went on to do so. Khushi getting the bed readied, pumped the pillows soft. She took a sheet and folded it lengthwise into a long narrow strip and placed it at the centre as a divider, marking the space, his and hers. Arnav looked at the bed with shocked eyes and asked her what was that! Khushi's cheeky riposte, that it was the Raizada Rekha aka Arnav Rekha, had Arnav exclaim, Khushi, in exasperation. Khushi trying to look disarmingly innocent, beguilingly explained to Arnav that her Pati Parmeshwar is always scared with the thought that she might pounce on him in her sleep and subject him to her insolent and ill-mannered behavior. So to save himself from such ignominy, he places this rekha to warn her not to cross over... Her saucy teasing remark was not allowed to be completed by Arnav. He grabbed the sheet and flung it aside. In a quick move, sweeping her off her feet, unmindful of her natter, he had her ensconced in his arms and carried her to bed. He held her delicately as though she was fragile and extremely precious. Lowering her gently on the bed, he slid in besides her resting on his one arm he leaned over her, to study her lovely face in great detail. As he whispered that he has a lovely wife who despite all the precautions that he takes, makes it a point to crawl over him at night, Khushi pouted in defiance. Though his words were chin music, teasing her with objections, that she sleeps in taekwondo poses all night, wrestles with the covers, winds her legs around him, climbs all over him, and grips him by his collar, his eyes were telling a different story altogether. They were engaged in backchat sending scorching heat in to hers like pulsars, making her cheeks glow red as tomatoes. He continued to say that, she fears he would fly away, out through the window if she lets go of him. As he smirked, his eyes were glued on her pouting lips. An irate Khushi not liking to be at the receiving end all the time, growled who was it who said that he hated to share a room with her? Arnav, pretending to be unaware asked her, who was it who said so? That one must have been a fool. Khushi making her opinion on the matter clear, endorsed, that the person was indeed a fool, an arrogant fool, full of anger, full of hatred. Arnav peppering his words with lots of sweet kisses on her lips said, that the fool was also full of love, more love than he knew what to do with. He was filled with, love that just would not die whatever happened, love that could not be forgotten, killed, or ignored. That very love had made, spending each night with her in the same room, a refined self inflicted torture.
His loving ministrations to her lips, along with the soft and husky voice were making wondrous things inside her, shooting frissons of thrills and making her moan. With a tint of wicked glint dancing in his laughing eyes he asked, what happened, Khushi? Khushi trying not to break her composure, and act dignified told him, nothing. He repeated nothing? Then, it was fine and it was time to turn in. Wishing her good night, he turned away pretending to go to sleep. Khushi stared at him, her mouth wide open with shocking disbelief. She lay waiting for him to turn around, hoping he would gather her in his arms and make her forget everything but him and his love all through the night. She could hear the ticking of seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six... Seeing no movement from him, she could not withstand the distance, she called softly, Arnavji! She attempted to parley but he was dumb to it. There was no response for he lay still. The only indication of his devilry was the triumphant smile, that he could not resist showing out, hearing the pleading note in her voice. It served only to fuel her anger that was all ready to be kindled with just a soft strike. She was miffed by his attitude as she relished these pillow talks when she had his undivided time and attention in the confines of their room, their very own Eden. She reveled in the rapport and intimacy, being close emotionally and physically as it helped both to have their ego stroked by the other who loves you and wants to be with you. With an ungainly, Hhmmmpppfff! Khushi fumed and turned away to face the door.
Her heart beat went tick tock, tick tock in tandem with the clock as she counted one, two, three, four... Slowly his hand came to rest on her shoulder and as Khushi tried to shrug it off, he held her firm. His fingers trailed down her arm intimately leaving a trail of shivers and tremors, heating the skin it touched. Khushi was filled with helpless pleasure as his fingers moved up her arm, her shoulder, and to her nape that made her feel floating on the soft clouds. His dexterous fingers expertly undid the hook and pulled the zip of her kameez down to her waist. Heat seared up her body as his hot gaze drifted across her. Silently, his gentle fingers eased the kameez off her shoulders, making her shut her eyes tight. He caught hold of her shoulder and gently made her to flip on to her back. He looked down in to her hazel dazed eyes that had golden speckles reflecting his needy, passionate, hot eyes. He whispered his view that, he does not need her words, for her eyes tell him everything she feels, and went on to demonstrate the usefulness of her silent lips, kissing her into oblivion. It was a statement that said, the mouth was made for communication and nothing was more articulate than a kiss.😉
That is why it is titled, tete-a-tete.
"The best things in life can never be kept; they must be given away. A smile, a Kiss and Love"
~ Tony Farrar
That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.
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