Heya readers.🤗
OMG! OMG! OMG! I cant believe it really, I cant man, I am on cloud nine right now! For all those who think I have gone crazy for no reason at all, you people are partially right, but main awain pagal thori huwein hun boss, my FF: We Are Together, was declared the runner up Fan Fiction, in this weeks official IPKKND News Letter🥳 It is such a great honor, to have my work appreciated like this, specially work that is very close to my heart, and of which i tend to become very apprehensive about at times. But all this wouldn't have been possible without you people, this is too all my lovely readers, who have stood by me and my work always and at all times.😃 Thank you everybody.🤗 I seriously don't know what to say, I have been rendered speechless by this seriously.😳
But anyways, did something for you all which I am good at, as a small token of thanks for your love on me and wrote this OS. Hope you people like it, Pleasant reading to all of you.🤗
OS: WrinkledCompanions
Khushi sat in front of the mirror looking at herself her fingers draped in the small circular plastic box of Ponds anti-aging cream. Her dainty, frilly skin covered fingers worked their way towards the wrinkles on the edge of her eyes and on her forehead smoothing all those aging marks on her face. Next she padded her face with some foundation, applying light minimal makeup on her eyes and a pink blush on her already rosy red cheeks.
She was fixing her small pearl sized diamond earrings when she could feel rough hands slipping around her thin creamy waist, the silk from the Armani coat of her husband rubbing against the bare skin on the lower half of her whitish arms. Arnav moved in his face closer to his wives neck, resting his chin on her frail fabric covered shoulders, his left cheek rubbing against her right cheek, they both looking at their reflection in the mirror, Khushi's eyes lowered down blushing, in the same manner she did 25 years ago on her twenty fifth birthday.
"Khushi you look gorgeous" her husband Arnav whispered in his husky yet aged voice his breathe touching the corner of her ears causing them to curve cutely.
Her cheeks had flushed with blood, giving a crimson look to her white cheeks. She lowered her eye lashed some more in the girly manner she use to do before. But suddenly she looked up right into his eyes having a beady look of annoyment, her nose flaring, making direct eye contact with the molten bronze pair of eyes of her spouse.
"Finally. Arnav finally. You took a whole 25 years to say these words" she said in a rusty tone, him giving her the most odd reaction she would expect, his famous lop sided smirks.
"You were always gorgeous Jaan. You knew that already why wait for me? (giving her a evil smile) Or does me saying it make you more beautiful?" her asked her naughtily, enjoying his fifty year old wife going all red like a teenager, loving the effect he had on her every time in the last twenty five years they had spent together.
" Fifty five year old men don't flatter their wife's like that on their birthday without wishing them" Khushi replied back haughtily, that smile on Arnav's face now lingering yet he dug his fingers more into his wife's waist, moving in closer to her.
" Actually I am waiting for that complain bow of your to explode before I wish you" he told her back playfully, but only a second later moving back five steps away from where she was sitting slithering in pain, holding his stomach, after receiving a sharp backward poke from his wife's elbow right into his belly.
"Your old bones are much stronger than your young ones" he growled annoyingly, rubbing his stomach, as Khushi got up from the dressing stool looking at her husbands wrinkled face, his black lined glasses falling on his nose, his entire features crunched up. She giggled inwardly, her old features lightening up with a magical spark on her face.
"Nana, what happened to you?", their five year old grandson, Aryan entered the room running towards Arnav looking at him with concerned filled eyes. Khushi walked lovingly towards Aryan and bent down on her knee, to be the same height as his on ground level, her eyes softening with love.
"Nani, Nani what happened to Nana? Is he hurt? Did he break any of his toys?" Aryan asked cutely, worry all over face, shaking Khushi by her arms, who was now looking at the five year old him amusingly, touched by his concern fro Arnav.
"Nahin mera Raja Beta, your Nana doesn't play with toys that can break. (Arnav looking at her sheepishly) Actually he is a habit of making weird faces all the time" Khushi added, giggling, cupping Aryan's face in her hands, her eyes darting upwards towards Arnav who was towering the two of them, glaring at Khushi menacingly. He too sat down on his knees, right in front of Khushi and Aryan turning Aryan around so that he faced him, and his back was at Khushi.
"Your Nani is growing old Aryan, so she is confusing her hitting me, with me making faces. *pause* Isn't it Khushi?" Arnav looked directly at her who was no scorning looking extremely comical, while the poor confused child in between them was exchanging looks at the two glaring grandparents of his.
"Nani did you hit Nana? Mama says hitting people is bad manners." Aryan said in his usual, childish innocence his small black eyes searching Khushi's hoping she would say sorry.
"See Khushi? Even Aryan is better behaved than you." Arnav grinned at her wickedly, her entire face now blazing with uncontrollable fury, removing the positive effect of the anti aging cream she had so carefully applied to her face minutes ago.
"Beta, did you come here for something?" Khushis turned Aryan around so that his back was no to Arnav, trying to change the vicious topic that had prevailed between the two.
"Yes Nani, Mama said to wish you happy birthday. Happy Birthday Nani!" five years old Aryan smiled at his grandmother, who was looking at him tenderly, her eyes going watery with the effect of absorbing so much of pure love from her only grandson. She moved him towards herself, and captured him into an affectionate, lovable embrace.
"Thank you, Raja Beta, I love you" she said in her elderly choked up tone, pulling away from him who looked confused at Khushi's tear stricken face, and with his small chubby hands wiped the saline water marks off her face.
"Look my Raja Beta is such a gentle men, (glaring at Arnav) unlike you who didn't even wish me as yet." She said in a complaining tone, who was at the moment very moved by seeing the emotional moment between the grand mother- grand son, his expressions currently soft and calm.
"Paa, that's not fair, why do you keep Maa waiting for it every year?" twenty four years old Riya Singh Raizada, now Riya Mittal, entered her parents room like every years witnessing the same thing of having her mother, grieving over how her father had failed to wish her on her birthday.
Arnav and Khushi got up from their bend positions, and stood up straight upon hearing the soft yet firm and slightly irked voice of their only daughter, who was walking towards her son, fetching him up in her arms, locking eyes with her parents full of irritation.
"Paa, wish her please, before Maa starts with how you Ha..Ha..Ha..on her 25th birthday, and couldn't say Happy Birthday to her for the entire length of her birthday" Riya kept her hand on her fathers shoulder, who was looking at his wife shrewdly.
"Princess, this time it's not my fault; your mother couldn't get over being whiny so that I would have a chance to wish her" he told his daughter clearing his stance over the issue.
"Oh please Arnav, I was not being whiny it was you who was pulling my leg, (looking at Riya) Riya, it your Paa's fault, not mine" Khushi countered back having her daughter retreat her hand from Arnav's shoulder and on her forehead, even little Aryan now looking at the three adults before him sheepishly.
"Not again you two! Please, Paa wish her now, let her wait be over" Piya almost pleaded to her obnoxious parents, tired of their tireless bickering all the time.
Arnav knew it was no use keeping her waiting anymore and moved towards Khushi who was looking at him hopefully, feeling strongly that her wait was over and sure it was, as he picked up her hands that were lying by her sides, and placed them around his neck, his hands slipping all around her waist, jerking her towards himself.
"Turn around princess, this is our moment" he told his daughter firmly, who was giggling now, seeing her parents romantic antics, and ushered her son away who was questioning her, not disappearing before reminding her lost parents that everybody was waiting for them downstairs.
"Happy Birthday Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada" his eyes bore into her hazel ones, that smirk lighting up his old yet handsome features, her body spirited with new blood flowing through it, as she moved in closer to him, letting her lips linger for a while on his, but he was no one to play with and closed her naughty movements firmly, pressing his lips on hers, their kiss being the moment of their life, because for them age was just a number.
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