His Journey Towards Euphoria#4 Link to thread 5 on PG 1 - Page 27

Awesome update
lovd it
khushi strtd 2 realiz her feelings...great

oh so finally overcame by desire and frustration khuhsi initiated the kiss..☺️

awesome update
loved it
arshi passion is damn hot
really loved how khushi expressed her feeling of missing him so innocently

I read all the chapters in a go... Its a very interesting story... I really enjoed...

awww he called her amma and about time too
just what she needed right
her wish came true
ebu called her amma
she is feeling love for her hubby
damn the rains eh khushi
she was missing you dude
how can she not
what with you being away
and her growing feelings for you
ahhh there is still the matter of ebu and arnav
they need to be brought together
well one day they will be
and of course khushi will do that too
their kiss haila that was intense for sure

Simply awesome parts dear..

Part 34

"Ebu, what are you doing? Eat properly." Khushi wiped the banana piece that was stuck on his chin. "Can you stop moving, sweetheart?..." Khushi made him eat the smashed banana as the family of three sat on the dining table to have their breakfast.

"Khushi, I am leaving. Will be back by evening." Arnav got up from his chair after finishing his breakfast. He looked at Khushi, little uncertain on leaving these both alone here. "Khushi, should I drop you at Raizada mansion? I mean you both will be here alone."

Khushi lifted her head to look at Arnav ji.

"No Arnav ji. No need to do that. We are fine here" Khushi smiled at him.

Arnav took his coat and nodded his head.

"Take care then..." Putting his coat on, he took his laptop bag.

Khushi stared at his retreating back and then looked back at the big staring eyes of her son.

"I know you are there, but I will still miss him.." Khushi sighed. This is not good. This is seriously not good. All she wants nowadays is to be with Arnav ji. She no longer wants to play with Ebu. She wants him to be around her. To sit beside her, to talk to her, to hold her, to kiss her.

She again looked down at her son.

"What should I do, Ebu? Should I tell him?" She kept the empty bowl on the dining table and stood up, taking Ebu in her arms. "What will he do if I say I love him? How will he react?" She took the stairs. "Will he be happy? I don't know. You tell me." Khushi looked down at her son, who kept his head on her shoulder. "I really don't know. But I need to tell him. I can't keep it inside me. I want to tell him..." She entered her room. "I will tell him. " Khushi sat on the bed with her decision made. "Yes. Today I will tell him. But how?" She looked around. "just like that?"

She laid Ebu on the bed and inspected the room. She can't confess her love just like that. She needs to do something special. Something special for her special confession. She clapped her hand in excitement.

"Ebu, I will make his favorite dish. Then ... hmmm... then I will .. I can only do that, I have nothing else.." Khushi pouted. She sat on the bed and leaned over Ebu. "Ebu, ab hum kya karein? " Khushi asked.

"Ammaaa.." Ebu caressed his mother's soft cheek with his equally soft hand. With his other hand, he took the hanging dupatta and tried to put it in his mouth.

Khushi caught her dupatta.

"Ebu, how many times to tell you, you should not put anything in your mouth." Khushi chided softly. She looked at her dupatta. "Dupatta...cloth? Nice cloth?" her face lit up. "Thank you, sweetheart. " she kissed him and got up from the bed to run towards the cupboard.

Khushi looked at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled. She was looking good. She turned to look at the sleeping Abeer. Walking towards him, she kissed his forehead and tucked him properly inside the blanket.

"Good night, Ebu." Again kissing his forehead she exited the room.

Khushi placed the bowls on the dining table as she stole glances at the door. Arnav ji had told he will be home in next half hour. And now it's more than 45 minutes as he still not home. Placing all the dishes on the dining table, she sat on her chair, impatiently waiting for him.

"He always makes me wait more when I waiting for him." Khushi crossed her hand on the table and rested her face against it. She looked at her locket that rested on the table. It has Arnav ji and Ebu's photo in it. The two most important people in her life. She remembered while giving it to Arnav ji she had said whenever they will miss each other, they can see the pictures in the locket. At that time she didn't knew that she will be the person who is going to miss him the most.

"Hope you are missing me too.." She said innocently stared at the locket.

She heard the door bell ring and immediately was on her feet.

"He came!" her nails were between her teeth. "Hey Devi Maiya!" She looked down to inspect her saree. "Am I looking good? What will he say? What will I say? Hey Devi Maiya!" she bit her nails nervously. "Relax Khushi. First let him have his dinner." She smiled, trying to compose herself. "Yes... First dinner" she took a breath and started towards the door.

Arnav rang the bell for the fourth time and stood in front of the door. And lifted his hand for fifth time when the door was opened and the sight in front of his vision blur for a moment. He focused and the sight she presented, he couldn't tear his gaze from her. She stood there, glad in his favorite color. Her hair was open, just the way he likes, but had never told her. He noticed her cheek, which has turned crimson. Rosetta! The name rang in his head. Rosetta, a rose flower. She looked like a perfectly bloomed red rose in his garden. His precious rose whom he wants to protect, keep away from the evil world.

"Ar..nav..ji" Khushi called, nervously biting her lips. Why was he staring? Wasn't she looking good? She had worked so hard.

"Arnav ji.." she called little louder this time.

"Ha...yes ..what?" her sweet voice pulled him back from the trance he was.

"Don't you want to come inside?" Khushi asked, fidgeting with her pallu.

Arnav nodded his head and entered inside. Why was she wearing a saree today? Arnav wondered. Not that he mind.

Arnav kept his laptop bag and the discarded coat on the couch and again looked at Khushi, who was concentrating on the floor.

"Khushi, what happened?" something was going on in her little mind.

"Woh.. Nothing ... You go and change ... Dinner is ready..."Khushi stammered.

Arnav nodded his head and started towards the stairs.

Khushi's hand fled to rest on her thudding heart.

"Relax Khushi, relax. You can do it. You can do it..." Khushi walked towards the dining table, patting her hammering heart.

Arnav entered the dining space to see Khushi seated on her chair and arranging the already arranged bowls with her slightly trembling hands. What is wrong with her? Arnav walked towards his chair and occupied his place.

"Khushi, are you fine?" Arnav asked looking at her.

"Hum ... ha... I am fine... what will happen to me?" she passed a fluttering smile and served him aloo sabzi and poori. "You eat, I ... I have made your favorite dish... Also ..also kheer...sugar free..."

"Why?" Arnav asked, his eyebrow cringed in confusion.

"Woh ...Nothing ... Just like that ..."

Arnav stared at her, not really convinced by her explanation.

Arnav started his dinner and looked at Khushi, who was sitting beside him, her plate in front of her, but more fidgeting with her food than eating.

"Is ... is the food good, Arnav ji?" Khushi asked.

Arnav kept the glass on the dining table and stood up. Taking her hand, he walked towards the couch in the living area. He made her sit on the couch and sat beside her.

"Khushi, now say. What is wrong with you? Why this saree and favorite dish ... What is all these? Do you want something?" Arnav asked, really confused by her weird behavior.

"I yes ... I ..." Khushi nodded her head. "I mean no... I ,..." She shook her head.

Arnav cupped her face between his palms and made her look at him.

"Khushi, what? Tell me what's bothering you. "

Khushi stared in his assuring eyes and nodded her head.

"I ... I want to tell that ... that ..." Khushi closed her eyes. "I ... I love ... I love you, Arnav ji.."

Arnav's hands on her cheek stilled. He stared at her face, her eyes still close. Loves him? He waited for her to add, like a family. But the red hue that spread on her cheeks was speaking the meaning of her words.

"Khushi..."

Khushi opened her eyes as she heard her name being called in a soft whisper.

"Khushi ... Look ..." he caught her hands in his. "I ... I know what you are feeling ... But ... but it's not love ..."

Blood drained from her face as she heard him. Not love?

"I know all this is new to you ... it's just a ... just an attraction ... you ... I know all the emotions you are feeling is overwhelming .. But Khushi, it's just an attraction ... You should not think about all this too much..."

Khushi just stared at him, her face pale. It felt like someone had twisted a dagger in her heart.

"Khushi, are you listening to me?"

Khushi immediately looked down, holding the tears that were threatening to come out. Swallowing the big lump, she pulled her hand away from his hold.

Arnav tried to hold her hand but she pulled back.

"Khushi?"

"I ...I understand ... I am fine ... You go.. I want to be alone for some time" Khushi said in a small voice, still not lifting her head to look at him.

Arnav stared at her for few minutes before nodding his head. And wanting to give her some time alone, he obliged to her and stood up.

Khushi stared at the white titles of the floor. A pearl dropped from her eyes and spread on the floor. Attraction? What is attraction?

"What is attraction, Devi Maiya? Do we miss that person if we are attracted? Do we always think about them if we are attracted? Do we feel the heart cutting pain of rejection if we are attracted?" The tears flowed down continuously. Nani ji had said he loves her. She though he loves her. She looked at the red bangles in her hand. She had not thought her love will be rejected this easily when she was happily sliding those bangles on her wrist. She didn't think that her love will be given some other name when she was wearing this saree. Red, his favorite color.

Her palms fisted in a tight ball. How can he say that? Attraction? What the hell is attraction? She got up from the couch. Angry tears spilling out of her eyes. She was so happy. She was so happy that he will reciprocate her feelings. He will understand her feelings. But he ... He just gave her love some other word from his dictionary and walked away. Just like that? Without caring that his words had hurt her. Hurt her so much that she don't know if she had felt this pain ever in her life. How can he do that?

"How can he do that? He ... He just ... just ... How..." Khushi looked at the vase on the table in front of her. Lifting her trembling hand due to the anger burning inside her, she flunked the vase on the wall. "I love him! And he says it's some attraction? What is attraction!?" Catching hold of another flower vase, she smashed it across the wall.

Arnav was about to cross the threshold of his room when he heard that noise. He turned around to look downstairs.

"Khushi!" He saw her picking a vase and throwing it across the wall. He ran downstairs.

"KHUSHI!!" He caught her arms and made her look at him. Her face was all wet and red with the crying. "What happened?! What nonsense is this?" Arnav demanded. He grit his teeth as her eyes remained downcast and lips pursed, not replying to him.

"I ASKED WHAT IS GOING ON!" He shook her.

"I DON'T KNOW!" She jerked his hand away. Her breathing rapid. "I don't know what is happening... Because ... because I really don't know what's happening... I said I love you and you think it's attraction? What is attraction? Go from here ... I don't want to talk to you. Just go!"

Her red angry eyes stared at the man standing in front of him. She wanted to do something. Something to show how much he has hurt her. He HAS hurt her. She looked at the dining table. Running towards the dining table, she flunk all the things in the air, her breathing heavy and her form trembling in anger and pain of rejection.

"KHUSHI!!" Arnav strode towards her and pulled her away from the mess she has created. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don't know what is wrong with me. I told I love you and you mocked my love... You rejected my love. I don't know what's wrong.." Khushi looked down, not knowing how to convey to him how much hurt she is.

"Rejected? When did I do that? I just told you are mistaking your feelings... This is just attraction..."

Khushi pushed his hand away not letting him complete his sentence.

"Go from here...I don't want to listen to you. Do not tell me what I feel. I know what I feel. If you don't want to accept my love then it's fine. But don't say that I am mistaken."

Arnav grit his teeth. What has gotten into her today? Why is she behaving this way? He again caught her arms and made her face him.

"Do not talk to me like that. And STOP BEING CHILDISH!" Arnav bellowed.

Khushi's wet eyes jerked up to look at him.

"Childish? I am childish? I AM NOT CHILDISH! I AM NOT! DO NOT CALL ME CHILD! Because I am not. If you don't love me then it's fine. Why are you giving all these excuses. If I am child, then why did you marry me? You should have denied me that day. Why..."

Her ranting stopped immediately as he slammed his lips on hers. He pulled her to him. He bit her lips, urging her to open her mouth. But instead of that, he felt a hard push on his chest.

"Don't! Do not kiss me. If you think that I don't love you then how can I allow you to kiss me? I will not. Go and kiss someone else, who is "only" attracted to you... "

Arnav's eyes flashed with anger. She was crossing her limits and he didn't want to hurt her in any way.

"Khushi, go. Go and sleep. We will talk tomorrow."

"NO! I will not! I will not do anything you say. I will... I will not sleep... I will... I will go in the garden ... Do not follow me..." she stormed out of there, and slammed the front door shut behind her.

Arnav closed his eyes.

"What is wrong with her today?" with his shoulder slumped, he followed her.

He looked at her. Her shoulder shaking, a clear indication that she was sobbing her heart out. The sight hurt him. He don't know what has happened to her suddenly. She was fine few days back. Except the kiss which she had initiated, she was acting normal. Then what happened to her all of a sudden?

He walked towards her and stood in front of her. As she didn't lifted her head to look at him, he sat beside her.

"Khushi, come inside." Arnav said.

"I will not." She hiccupped.

He caught her arms and made her look at him. He wiped her face and took her in his arms.

"Why are you behaving this way? You are confused of your feelings, Khushi." Arnav tried to make her understand.

"I am not." She said against his chest.

"Ok. We will talk tomorrow. Now time to sleep."

"I wore those bangles for you.." she sobbed.

"It looks nice" he complimented.

"I wore this saree for you.." a tears slipped from her eyes.

"You are looking beautiful.." he kissed her hair.

Khushi caught his lapel with her both hands and buried her face in his chest.

"I cooked your favorite dish for you..." Khushi murmured.

"The food was delicious.." he took her on her lap.

"Then why don't you believe me..." he heard her low whisper and looked down to see her eyes close. She was asleep. Kissing her forehead, he stood up, taking her in his arms. He stared at her angelic face as he made his way towards the house. He smiled at her. The innocent she was, she thinks the physical pull she is feeling for him is love. He don't want to encourage her fallacy.

What he failed to understand is, he is living in a fallacy. For his wife, love means love. No infatuation, no physical attraction, no other emotions which exist in his life. For her, desire, passion, obsession, affection, devotion all have only one word ---- Love. A pure love which she feels and just want it to be reciprocated.

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second i guess

awesome update... loved it 😊

stupid arnav ..first he wanted her love ..now he rejected her