Chapter 43
"Huh?" Khushi asked and Arnav elaborated, "I mean Four Season's ka resort hai, very exclusive."
As they got off the plane, they were received in a very Polynesian manner at the airport and were going to be transferred from here to the resort by boat. Khushi had felt she was going through a fast forward mission on experience the world with the Airplane, now boat and whatever else she would do there?
She could hardly keep her mouthing from gaping open at the sites that emerged in front of her. She was enthralled. It did look like a paradise. Shayad Jannat aisa hi yoga, she mused.
Arnav held her elbow as she got up again and again to turn this way and that on the boat to catch every breathtaking aspect of this island called Bora Bora. Though the local who had greeted them with leis at the airport called it Pora Pora. And Arnav had explained about how the locals did not pronounce B and Captain Cook first heard the name he mistook the softly spoken P for a B and it was called Bora Bora. Truly, the most romantic island in the world. From the dramatic scenery to the privacy and amenities of the overwater bungalows, everything in Bora Bora equals a 10 on the romance scale. "Was what the brochure had said," he added. He wondered how did Nani get to know of this place as their honeymoon destination. Then dismissed it as a travel agent's marketing ability.
But he knew if he were a romantic person, he could not have chosen a better place himself. But watching Khushi's excitement had been priceless. She was like a kid in a candy store, "Ha!" he scoffed at himself at that analogy, what he wanted to do was no where near treating her like a kid. But he knew he would have to take it slow. He did not want to scare her with his desires, the way they were running through him right now.
He walked on the pier that led to their bungalow with her on the side. Once inside, he asked if she wanted to freshen up, as they found their bags had already been delivered in the time it had taken them to check in and take the leisurely walk to the bungalow.
He was in the bedroom absently putting his clothes away from the bag he had opened on the bed when he heard a "Devi Maiyya"
Looking up he found Khushi had now turned towards him and said, "Iss bathroom mein to darwaza hi nahi hai! Upar se'jo khidki hai woh bhi'uss pahadi ko dekh sakte hain' waisi hai, issme hum'kaise '.?"
Arnav laughed.
"Aap kya hans rahe ho? Humein bathroom jaana hai ' aur ye toh jungle mein jaane se bhi jyada khula hai '" Khushi too shocked to see the humor he saw.
"Achcha theek hai mein living room mein jaata hoon, toh phir tumhein problem nahi hogi na? Chaho toh bilkul bahar chala jaaon." Arnav offered softly still assailed with leftover mirth.
"Aap bahar bhi chale jaao toh iss khidki ka kya karenge? Koi bahar se dekh lega toh?" Khushi asked appalled at the thought of a voyeur.
He then walked up the window and rolled down the blind that was up there. "Lo ab theek hai? Par darwaze ke kuch nahi kar sakta hoon. Chaho toh mein bahar chala jaon?" He offered as a solution again.
"Nahi theek hai, aap bahar ke kamre mein rahiye ' i mean ' chalega '" and she smiled at the incredulity of it all.
He shook his head as he walked out of the bathroom and said leaning close to her, "Abhi toh theek hai ' hopefully soon you would not mind sharing that bath with me?" He winked at her and went away laughing as he saw her eyes widen and her mouth open.
Khushi blushed as she went to take a shower in the cubicle at the far corner, avoiding looking at the tub as she had too many images coming in front of her of him and her in it entwined together.
Closing her eyes, she let the cool water from the shower, refresh her and settle her ardor. The whole way from Delhi to here, she had tried getting used to Arnav being close to her, sometimes holding her elbow, sometimes her arma and sometimes a hand behind her back. But he was always around her, engulfing her in his warmth and she had been surprised at how at home she had felt when she had found her head on his shoulder in one of the legs of the journey. She had felt as if she was being coddled and cuddled. She had felt totally safe in his arms.
She went into the living room to see him sprawled on the couch, his feet over the armrest as he had not bothered to remove his shoes and his head on the cushions he had put up against the armrest at the other end.
She walked up to him with intention of waking him up but then thought better of it and walked out to the patio that had a sit out with cushions and bolsters over the water that flowed under them. She also saw a tray kept for them. She opened the pot to see Chai and smiled. He must have ordered and then slept off while she was having her shower. She was feeling tired but it was only 2 pm local time and must be around 6:30 am in India, time for her to wake but she was feeling so sleepy, yet strangely awake and if she slept now, she knew she won't be able to sleep at night.
She had her chai and stood at the railing, looking out at the distant mountain when she suddenly felt arms wound her waist and she jolted backwards to encounter a bare stomach where her hand had gone instinctively to support herself as she had been hoisted in air and twirled around.
She knew it was Arnav after the initial shock and tried to turn her face to see him but saw a tail end of only towel flying out as he twirled her. And all she could think of was of his state of undress and blurted out, "Arre kya kar rahein hain, toliya nikal gaya toh?"
"Toh kya hoga ' meri rani?" Arnav asked in her ear and stopped to slide her on his body slowly before he put her down and then turned her and asked, "Mujhe uthaya nahi?"
Then added, "No scratch that, I think that's not true."
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