Divinity of thy Arms (chapter 4 updated) 19/9 page 38

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raniluvsasr

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Posted: 10 years ago

#81

Vey intense and beautifully drafted chapter very intense

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shalbi

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Posted: 10 years ago

#82

it was nice update..

gave an insight to khushi's character and how he presumes of life to be and her views on it..

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YaSha0512

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Posted: 10 years ago

#83

nice chapter

why does khushi regard herself as a sinner ??? what she did???

she feels she betrayed her family???

did she run away with some guy she thought loved her or something ???

by looks maybe her parents r dead

all she wants is to make her father proud

loved how u explain her feelings of her surroundings

looking forward to Arnavs entre

thanks for pm nplz keep em comin

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Sadh123

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#84

Well warda am so so so sorry.. this time I am not going to make you grin since my comments will be rather too short.. only this time my love..

Well the chapter was absolutely awesome.. you nailed it by confusing us.. Well I liked this tits and bits of Islamic culture you are introducing us to.. Well we have a strong payal here I think.. and Khushi confounds me.. am waiting to know more.. and we'll as always wait for Arnav's entry..

This was fab my love.. continue soon! :*

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Prologue is intriguing and promising Wardah👏

This verse is really meaningful in many, many ways , hope message could be conceived ,Very deep beyond any imagination.

"Thou and I be a share of one, for without ye I would perish and with thou the world would perish. Lo! Say my love, my and thy affection for us and Allah can conquer hath bounds of the destiny and universe."

All the best for your future endeavours 😊

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Richelle

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#86

GR8 update!!waitin patiently for da story to unfold!!

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Param

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Amazing start! loved it.. 😊

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The jingles of bells in-efficacious in whisking her, the slightest from the profound sleep she was delving in, extraneous to the world of carousing and merriment interlacing around her. She was dreaming, hovering in insignia of a dream where life was magical and love an enchantment for life. There were amethyst skies and sapphire trees, scarlet mountains and saffron fields. Yes, saffron fields and then there was Raj. His divinely handsome features lighted with the naughtiest of smirks. A russet hat tilted on his head, with a feather sticking out of it. As his connoisseur fingers pluck on the strings of his violin, a magical melody issue forth, floating on the air of love and plummeting in her ears. She stands there in white shalwar kameez, her hair soaring in the supple air of the parish summer. And then as he smiles his dimple cleft lustrous smile at her, he spread-eagles his arms, the arresting heart-melting pose he was considered an expert at. The harmony of the world pronounced in the twirling streams of air, the saffron balloting in jauntiness of the love that exuded from the bodies stationed midst them. The melody of the guitar hums on its own with the poignant notes of juvenile love and life. Raj vaguely yet sexily nods towards her, motioning with his eyes for her to let their hearts blend below the skies and on the ground where the nature would be an eyewitness of their everlasting love. He, like always, on a treadmill to being a total romantic King. With thousands of butterflies and bees, yes bees too, bustling and fluttering in her stomach and an unremitting rapping of love on her door she broke into a sprint. Her dupatta gummed to her chest and the corners flying high behind her. She keeps running and running...

"What are you doing, Khush?" Payal's snooping inquiry charred through the beautiful hymn of love she was composing with a drugged mind.

She sighed as she closed her purple diary. "Nothing Jiji."

"Tell me now. You very well know there is no chance now that I have caught you working on something reticent I will let you off the hook without ingesting the truth." She stipulated, obstinate.

"Dreams, jiji. What else?" She replied, not wanting to stretch the rubber band of her sister's inquiries.

"Shahrukh again I presume, if I am not erroneously duped. When will you ever stop dreaming about his romantic avatars? Raj, Rahul. It's about time you start searching for yours, might as well take a magnifier on your hand. Considering the scale of your, I may append, overrated madness you would be sturdily needing that." She teased.

Payal was an ever glorious expert on pulling her legs, even after wary of the palpable fact that Khushi's mind ran at a speed of 120km/hour ahead of hers when it came to effrontery. Khushi, to the alarming horror of Payal, stayed hushed. Her dainty fingers caressed the swathe of her diary, Raj staring at her from the top-left corner and Rahul from the lower-right. The centre occupied with a ruby heart in scripted with "A world of undreamt dreams".

"Khush.." Payal frivolously patted her shoulder.
"What's wrong, baby?" She asked, her minds buzzing with anxiety.

"Nothing Jiji. I just don't feel well. Not the I-am-sick type of not well. It's just that I am having this internal agitation. I don't know why." She slurped, thwarted.

"I know why. It's been eras since you last practiced your alleged tomfoolery. Come on girl! It's diwali, have you forgotten?!"

"I haven't Jiji. I guess you are right."

"I am always right, little sister. Okay so let me break the news of the year to you. Breaking News' as the whole Lucknow is quoting it!" She spoke with an exhilaration jaunted voice, her both hands shaped as if filming a movie with a virtual camera.

"What are you waiting for then?! Spit it out!" Khushi pressed, her mind already working on the possibilities that would take victoriously on the wedge of the breaking news.

"The Great Arnav Singh Raizada for diwali is traveling back to his ancestral home, which conveniently is supposed to be precisely right to our dwelling!" Payal watched, amused, the thousands of emotions that inundated her sister's exquisite features. She blinked liberally at her, and then scrunched her nose, then her eyes bulged, then her mouth crafted a perfect O and lastly the room thundered with her shrieks.

"Ssshh Khush! Pagal ho gae ho kya! You are definitely planning to get us killed by Amma."

"This is phenomenal Jijiii!" She shouted, jumping up and down. Swiftly, she hopped on the bed, spreading her hands out and circling about with comical jigs she announced pompously. "I, Khuhsi Kumari Gupta, am going to have the time of her life!"

"Arnav Singh Raizada. I feel sorry for the poor man, howbeit arrogant he may be. You are gone, devil. You are gone now." Payal thought to herself, pitying the storm that had yet to take her sisters heart by default.

"Chotey! For once in the chronology of your existence strive and smile. It isn't as hard as you deem it to be. I am sure you will be able to smile some day. You need to try for that. It's a simple sequence. Feel happiness in your heart and then let it seep to your lips they will bashfully but surely turn upwards from the corners and stretch across your face. Bingo! Try. Slowly."

"Di! Please I really don't need your How-to-smile sessions for now. I have agreed to your stupid, badgering demand. Don't expect more from me now. Let me proudly add, Arnav Singh Raizada has no need to smile. I am okay the way I am. To live, to smile is not vital. Neither do I need happiness nor do I feel it. So cut the crap out Di." He countered.

Hundreds of cameras clicked around as ASR stepped out of the airdrome premises with his sister. Arrogance discharging from every inch of his body, he handsomely pulled out a pair of aviators from his pocket. The girls around abruptly felt too hot owing to the mere presence of the man. Not paying the slightest attention to the hordes of journalists who ad infinitum tried to bug free from the cessation imposed upon them by his guards.

His sister disappointingly shook her head, as they both moved towards the BMW parked outside the access. Just before he was about to enter his car a girl from nowhere appeared at her back.

"Excuse me." She addressed to his back. He turned back to reprimand the source of disruption in his neatly scheduled time. The minute he turned, taking off his aviators his eyes caught glaze of the golden sun which reflected from a pair of gold earrings the girl wore. The vision at first a blackened form dulling to a shadowy mess and then slowly his vista cleared giving way to the features of her face. It was not love at first sight to say the very least but effortless stirring of something foreign in his heart. An exotic flapping of wings of an unidentified creature inside of him, the feeling was so sudden he was rendered speechless for a minute until she addressed him again.

"Mr. ASR I am not here to play twenty questions but just to ask a simple one. Do you know where your happiness lies? If you don't are you scheduling to seek it?" She inquired, urgent on the word scheduling'. She didn't look like a journalist, adorned in a simpler shalwar kameez of multihued colors. Her hair pleated in a braid at her side, while a satchel hung across her shoulder. Arnav was irritated. Very irritated. For someone to infringe in his life and that too so unceremoniously was something not to be tolerated easily and flimsily by him.

In a rage of fury he lashed out. "Miss. Nobody. You have no business in my life. Don't you have a life of your own? What good people like you find within encroachment of the boundaries of others lives? Just get the hell out of here. My happiness is no one's but my business. I am happy the way I am." He found no traces of anger or offense on her face instead as her face broke into a smile he looked at her, dubious with the working of her brain. Here he was insulting her and she was smiling at that.

"Your reply did not amaze me Mr. Raizada. You are reeking badly of burning anger. Here." She instantly sprayed sprinkles of odor around her neck from a bottle she had in hand.

"This would help in chasing away the burning smell. Have a safe day. Farewell." Flashing a disarming smile at an alarmed Arnav she hurriedly slipped away into the crowd.

"If your interlude with that beautiful girl is over you can come and sit in the car, Chotey. I do wonder what that perfume was about." Anjali made him come back to realism as he felt a pricking in his neck which intensified with every second that passed. The itching spread all over his upper body part as he yelped in misery scratching everywhere, a befuddled Anjali stared at him from inside the car.

He knew now what that perfume was about. "F**uck the safe day!" He swore, the scratching all resplendently proceeding towards its destination.

"What is all the uproar about? My head is going to explode, Di!" Arnav spurted, descending the staircase.

"Relax Chotey. It's Diwali. I have invited the neighborhood children to celebrate it in the grounds." Anjali replied, as she limped towards the staircase with a Pooja thal in her hand.

"Why Di? Of all the places they could have celebrated you chose to invite them here and that too without letting me know! First you threaten me to accompany you to this damned place and then you plan to get my brains licked off by the hoodlums out there!" he fumed, his eyes pits of defined anger.

"Enough Chotey! You actually are crossing your limits. This is my house too and I don't need your permission to live how I want to."

"I don't know anything. I am going to chase them away!" He opposed unheeding to Anjali and stomped out of the parted doors and into the garden.

Hordes of children scattered in the garden were indulged in their affairs. Some crackling the crackers, some sparkling the sparklers and some were just fooling around raucously chasing each other. Before he could give them a piece of his mind, he heard a horribly familiar voice from there.

"Bacha party. What's the use of playing with this stuff? They are perilous. The real fun lies in lighting diyas and scattering brightness. That is what the real thing is about, spreading light and happiness. The sun is about to set till then we will just hang around and play."

"Yes Didi. You are right. I read many children work in the factories for their manufacturing and lose their lives. Many mishandle these things and get injured." Spoke out a small adorable boy.

"Right, Samrat. You are one intelligent boy."

"Didi. You are an exceptional writer we have heard. Read us out something you have written." A girl requested.

"Okay then. Hop around everyone. Let's do something productive until the sun sets."
As much Arnav wanted to confront that girl for the stunt she had played on him earlier he did not step out in prominence but lingered at the back, his heart more than his mind wanted to hear what that girl had written. So she began reading aloud from a diary in her hand.

"Like the incomprehensibleness of nature, there resides a multitude of unfathomable possessions in an individual. So isn't this what we were born for? To discover the candidness of the concealed and to collect the scattered pearls of one's existence and thread them into a garland of exquisite beauty and wholeness. One does not get hand on a constructed marauders map of the world for the correct sighting of the paths and people. So why don't we pick ourselves up and construct a Marauder Map of our own? Traverse the stretching paths and the concealed corners and emerge out as a marauder. Victorious and knowing and as a trophy our happiness mustered in our hands. Life is nothing without happiness and brightness."

She completed, just as her eyes caught sight of Arnav loitering by the side of the bushes. She didn't know why but saw him standing there like a child reflecting upon what she had read, a child who had no idea of betterment, light, happiness or even life itself.

Arnav uncertain of the things that had transpired, turned back to go inside. All his previous anger and steadfastness of confrontation long forgotten. Who was that baffling girl?

"Ahem Ahem Mr. Raizada. Why don't you join us?" Yet again her voice from behind stopped him.

"I am not interested." He replied.
"Then what exactly you were doing sneaking here from the past ten minutes. Feel free to roam Mr. Raizada this is your home after all."
"Who are you anyways?!" He brusquely inquired.

"I, by a miracle, live right next to your home." It dawned on him then, the branching of the particular girl from the house to their left.

"You are Khushi, that bugging ugly girl from that house! My sixth sense was right." He testified, happy with his intuition's success.

"Excuse me Mr. Ego what did you say I was? Ugly?" She demanded as her eyes formed darkening slits.

"Yes! What Else." He stated as it was the most obvious thing on Earth. To his amazement something tickled on his face, as he felt some movements in his jaws and they struggled to extend. Smile! No freaking ways. Trying and winning he curbed it back acquiring sullen features.

"I will show you what saying me ugly does to mankind." She replied and then he heard crackers behind his back. The second he turned he saw a tail of crackers glued to his pants, the crackers popping dangerously close. He fled rampant in circles, not knowing what had struck him and what he was supposed to do. Khushi signaled to the children and as he went running close to the pool in the center he tripped over the wire and fell headlong in the water. Everyone burst out laughing like rabid ruckus.

"Perks of being ASR, Mr. Raizada!" Khushi hollered to a startled wet Arnav in the pool. "The pictures I have got in my mobile, I wonder what the media will have to say about them. I can make a bundle of fat greens through this." She spoke and saw Arnav rising from the pool. She could visibly make out the destructive anger rousing in him. His eyes blood-red and his hands clenched into strong fists.

"What are you waiting for Bacha party! Run!" She announced and then everyone broke into a run.

"I hate that girl! What does she think of herself! I will show her the rightful place she deserves. Ten feet under the ground!" Arnav huffed to himself as he towel dried his hair rigorously. After he had worn his ruby sweatshirt and trousers, perfect home attire he went to the doors. Just then he heard a yap from outside his room window. He stepped out from the doors and instead of going to the right he went left on the balcony. Hundreds of bulbs lit around the balcony and plunked in the center was a sight to behold. Khushi, wrapped in a net of light was struggling to unplug them from her body. He stood mesmerized cast under an enchantment of compulsion. His eyes drank in the sight and imprinting it forever to his memory, a memory incarcerating a girl woven in streams of light and beauty. He slowly ambled to her and then their eyes met as their minds stopped operating and hearts took over as the regional tempest of the year.

Her breathing labored, chest heaving up and down from the close proximity and the heat of the moment. He caught her captive in the prison of his eyes refusing to let her break free. He held her by her upper arms, their nudity softly teasing the skin of his arm and an electricity running over the region he had touched her. She without protesting read the features of his face. What kind of feeling was that? So exotic it made her ache sweetly all over. It was a torture, a torture she would prefer over the sweetness of jalebis. He carefully untangled the wires from her hands all the while trekking in the recesses of her hazel orbs. Slowly and daintily, he revolved her half way so that her back was positioned to her. He clasped the ribbon tussles of her back which held her kameez at place from the back. As his fingers touched that bare area in an attempt to cross over the wire from above them she closed her eyes and a gasp escape her mouth. It was an undefined pleasure, a pleasure she had never known, a feeling she till today yearned to find with someone who would love her for life.

Arnav was enthralled with the beauty of the girl. She looked youthful yet a serene enchantress summoned from the heavens above. He had never felt that way for a girl before, not even remotely closed. This girl was calling out the heart caged in his chest. Without second thoughts he continued to torture her, somehow succeeding in breaking her free from the tangled wires but prohibiting her from liberating through his heated gaze. Someone calling her name broke the captivating web of their rendezvous. The revelation harshly sank into her as she jerked his hands away and ran out, leaving behind his heart in a tempest.

Tonight, like so many other nights' sleep failed to waft him away in a kingdom of dreams, sleep eluded him like it was eluding the girl in the house next to his. He stepped out of the threshold of his room and into his balcony where the memories of a few hours ago stirred in the air. He gazed at the sky where the stars embellished the obscurity blessing rays of familiarity to oblivion. His balcony fronted the balcony of her room. Like a moth attracted to fire, she felt an urge to step out in the cold air. When she did she found him leisurely measuring something in the cavernous convex skies, as if in absolute search of something. She silently stood reading him, his face strewn from every ounce of arrogance and ego he carried around in the world. A palpable fluttering of innocence engorged in the sculptured features of his face. He was beautiful and handsome.

As he felt a soothing warm stare at him he averted his gaze from the sky and looked straight at her which made her wheeze for breath out of surprise. Under the moonbeams her hair silver with the sparkles. He found more light exude from her than the skies. It was ironical, till today he did not believe in the concept of darkness and light. For him, money was everything. A liability to chase away the darkness or slice the light, but till today he wasn't aware of the happenings of the heart.
Their eyes danced on the melody of their hearts for what felt like eras of eternal love.

"Khushi." He whispered.
"Yes." She murmured back.
"Can I come across?" He inquired, thoroughly sentient of the ridiculousness of his question.

"What do you mean?" She asked, befuddled.

In cue he leaned across the leaning, his upper half body hanging low. Alarmed, she didn't utter a word and watched him in surprise. He crossed both his legs over the railing and onto the ledge, dangerously close to falling. With both hands tightly grasping the bolster he tried to reach over to the ledge of her balcony with his left foot. When it failed to reach the point he extracted it back. Rapidly he jumped and for a second Khushi's heart stopped beating and she almost shouted his name but by then she saw him emerging from over her railing. A victorious grin modeling on his face.
"Breathe Khushi. I am fine." She gulped in a ratio of cool air on his behest and the cold did the work of the fire.

"Are you mad?! What exactly were you thinking?! What if something had happened to you? Didn't you think of your family?! Of your Di?! Of your business?! Of..." She broke at the end, failing to complete her tirade as the repercussion of her outburst seeped in her. Hurriedly, she let go of his collar as if electrocuted.

"Of you? Yes, I did. It was the only thing which made me play this stunt." He replied, smirking at her. "Wait! Did you say business?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes." She murmured, fiddling with her dupatta and looking everywhere but at him.

"Only you, Khushi Kumari Gupta, can come up with something so stupid yet nave at a moment like this."
"You remember my full name?" A beam lighted her eyes.

"Of course! Who would ever forget that? I did not even forget you, Khushi. You have changed so much from that healthy, bespectacled, braced girl that I couldn't recognize you."

"Yes how could someone forget the name of the person they hated like hell?"
"I never hated you, Khushi. Trust me." He replied, veracity proudly evident in his confession.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" She asked to deflect the abnormal interlude.
"Why haven't you?"

"You are insomniac. I am insomniac. Do you need any other valid reason?" She replied with an obvious tendency as it was the truth of the creation of the world.
"Let's sit down. Or else I would kill my legs talking to you while standing."

"You weren't this nice earlier today." She commented, sitting down on the wooden swing.

"I was a fool to not be. I have been ASR for so long I had forgotten what Arnav was to be like. But it seems I am eventually on the journey towards discovering my Arnav avatar." He replied, sitting next to her.

"Aren't you afraid someone would see us like this here on your balcony?" he asked, impressed by her calm and composed attitude.
"My door is locked." She simply stated.

"So what do you do all night?" He asked, turning sideways towards her.
"I write. I Google, a lot. I read."

"What do you write?"

"Muddled musings and dreams I would like to dream someday. I wish I could sleep profoundly once in my life and dream what I have always wanted to." She whispered dejectedly. Her head hanging low with disillusionment.

"Don't lose hope Khushi. You as a writer should believe in that. I believe someday we both will be able to sleep peacefully and soundly." He tried to dispel her dejectedness not liking the prospect of her discontentment.
"When?"

"Once we find where our homes lie and where our happiness lies." He answered and explored her surprised eyes. The sparkle in her eyes intensified and even though the light was not enough to provide clarity he could swore he saw her blushing profusely.

"What do you do all night?" She instantly answered to hide the weird sensations she was basking in.
"The usual stuff, office work."

"Not surprising. Do you see that star Arnav?" She solicited, pointing towards a star in the sky.
"Yes."
"It's the North Star. Navigators in olden times used that to find direction. And there right above us is a constellation of star. They appear an hour before the morning every night. And then their right next to the North Star.."
"You know a lot about stars." He stated.

"I love astronomy. I even have a telescope. Star gazing is one of my best hobbies."
"What is your interest?"
"Gardening."

"You give the proper illustration of a beast to the world."
"And to you?"
"I don't know but you would sure be a prince to your beauty."

She felt his fingers caressing the back of her hand when pools of electrocuted water washed over her system. The churning in her stomach was unbearable, instead of butterflies and bees hundreds of swirling elephants trampled on the grounds of her stomach. The fondling amplified to grasping and he got hold of her hand, securing their hands together. They kept sitting there looking at the beaming moon, the sound beating of their hearts as the perfect romantic melody and the moonlit ambiance a proper attestation to the blissful moments they were spending.

When she felt tired from sitting upright she leaned onto him, her boldness somehow surprising her even though she didn't let it interfere the magical moments they were sharing.

"I will sure be your prince, my insomniac beauty." She heard him whisper as she went flying in the world of vibrant mottled dreams. There she found what she was seeking. Her prince charming midst the saffron fields and as she went running into his arms she finally knew where her home and happiness lied.

"I love you, Arnav." She whispered and somewhere Arnav caressing her cheeks witnessed a firecracker bursting high in the sky, marking the end of the festivities of Diwali but the beginning of a new life they had yet to live. A life where they both, in each others embrace, could fight insomnia and dreams the dream that were summoning them.