The Unbreakable bond - Page 42

She hated how she had left thing with Arnav. But suddenly coming face to face with Shayam, and seeing that same lecherous look in his eyes, had shaken her being, she had wanted to slap him and tell Arnav what a sick man his sister was married to, but the look of adoration in Anjali's eyes made her hold back. She felt like she was back 4 years, the same questions looking her in the face. Anjali's heartbreak, and Arnav's pain to see his sister like that.

Once again she found herself trying to choose between Anjali's happiness and her own happiness. She had given up everything 4 years ago but this time she had more at stake, her son, and her husband the only man she could every love. She had seen the look of desolation on Arnav's face when she had told him she wanted to take Arush and go to Malini Maa's house. She knew he didn't want her to go. But had finely, given in angrily. She sighed what was she going to do, she didn't want to lose him, she couldn't bear to lose him. She felt a headache coming on and closed her eyes and leaned head against the back of the chair. Arnav's sad, angry face flashed behind her eye lids.

Arnav could not seem to concentrate on his work; all he thought about was Khushi, he was angry at her, why couldn't she just confide in him. He felt a sense of desperation that she would not tell him about her fear, because he could see it in her eyes. He felt like he had time travelled to the past, 4 years back and some unknown entity; he knew was there but could not see was trying to push Khushi away from him. She had walked out on him 4 years ago. And today he felt that she had left and gone to Malini Maas house because of the same reason. Feeling a headache coming on he cut short the meeting and went home early.

He would use this time to talk to his sister and catch up on things. He also had to make arrangements, as the rest of the family were arriving tomorrow. And if Khushi didn't come back tomorrow, he'd just have to go and get her and Arush home.

He spent the evening with his sister, catching up on thing happening at home in Delhi. When his sister suddenly asked

"Chote, I knew there were sparks between you and Khushji, but I never realised you felt this way about her, I'm so sorry, if I had paid more attention to you, I would have seen that you didn't love Lavanya. And I would never have tried to push you two to get engaged."

"Di it was not your fault or anyone else's but mine, I was unwilling to accept my feelings for Khushi, and I had treated her very badly. It was because of me that she agreed to marry the man the family chose for her. And by the time I realised I could not bear to be away from her, it was too late. She was engaged and going to be married. And I was going to be engaged to Lavanya." He sighed and smiled at the memory of the first time he had made love to Khushi. "Well, it just happened that what we felt for each other was much stronger, and we were unable to keep away from each other, so..." he trailed off, blushing in front of his sister.

"Oh! Oh! Who could have thought my chote could be so romantic, remember we used to tease you that you never had a romantic bone in your body." She giggled. "And there you were having a clandestine and torrid love affair right under our noses and we never even knew."

"Di! It wasn't like that." he huffed blushing, "Ok, maybe a little." He grinned boyishly, "Di, Khushi and I cared for each other even then, and whatever had happened between us I have never regretted nor will I ever regret it. She was going to break of her wedding and I was going to ask her parents for her hand, but circumstances didn't allow that to happen, she felt Delhi all of a sudden I didn't know why or where she had gone. But when I found her here in Udaipur and came to know about Arush we married immediately."

"Chote I understand, I may not have known exactly what had taken place between you and Khushi, but I knew what you felt for her was deep, you were so sad after she left. But look at you now, you're so happy, and that is all I care about." She put her hand on his cheek lovingly and smiled. They sat talking, late into the night.

It was almost 11 pm, when Anjali went off to bed. Arnav trudged to his room in a depressed mood knowing Khushi was not there waiting for him. So he first went to Arush's room, it smelled of baby powder and green apples. The apples smell came from some tiny fruit shaped stickers, that Arush had stuck to the door of his toy closet, the stickers smelled like green apples.

He picked up a long legged bugs bunny stuffed toy holding it to his chest burying his nose in the toy, it smelled of Arush. He missed his son. He missed reading him a story and tucking him in bed, after having his son's tiny arms cling around his neck and getting a noisy kiss on his cheek. He sighed, one day his son will grow older and those sweet kisses will stop. And he wanted to make the most of it. Sighing he put the toy down and went to his and Khushi's room.

It smelled of her unique fragrance of flowers and spice mingled with his after shave. He sighed as he stood in the empty room, everything in its place. The huge gilded photo frame of Khushi, Arush and him grinning at the camera, his arms about them, hanging above the bed, only reminded him how much he missed them.

He picked up Khushi rose colour duputta that was draped on the back of the couch, burying his nose in it, drinking in her fragrance, his need to have Khushi in his arms hit him like a punch in the stomach. He rushed to the balcony breathing hard as tears formed in his eyes as the pain in his chest increased. Oh god he thought he could not breath without her. He needed her so much, just to see her and hear her voice and see her smile, to feel her presence, to bury himself within her in the throes of passion.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he ached for her. Hearing a faint sound behind him, he suddenly felt the pain in his chest receded and his heartbeat accelerated he spun around to find her standing just inside the door with Arush asleep with his head on her shoulder.

He walked back into the room and stood there for a moment thinking they was a figment of his imagination. Her eyes full of tears, he saw her blink and a tear spilled over, running down her cheek. He moved then closing the distance between them in three strides and threw his arm around his wife and child holding them close.

Khushi nuzzled her face into his neck with a sigh and as she lifted her head to look at him, he captured her lips with his; kissing her passionately. He shifted Arush from her shoulder to his, wrapping his other arm around her pulling her tightly to his chest deepening the kiss. Her hands framed his face as she moulded her body to his.

"I couldn't stay away from you." She whispered against his mouth between kisses. "I couldn't breathe, I couldn't stay away from you."

"Oh Khushi! I missed you, with every breath I missed you." He said hugging her to him.

He guided her to the bed, and laid Arush on it, while he and Khushi sat holding each other, "I'm sorry I left like that, I just ..." her voice trailed away on a sob.

"shsssh! Don't say anything it doesn't matter, I'm just wanted you back and your here. That's all I care about Khushi." He kissed her hair "the rest can wait." They sat there for a while holding each other.

After sometime Arnav shifted "I'll put Arush to bed in his room." He whispered kissing her ear. He picked the sleeping child and walked to the adjoining room, laid Arush on the bed and tucked him in.

He walked back and took Khushi in his arms kissing he face and trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder, he unzipped her kameez pulling it off her shoulders and buried his face in her cleavage placing open mouthed kissed on her exposed flesh as he bit and nipped her sweet skin.

She tugged at his shirt and sweater pull both over his head simultaneously, leaving his upper body bare; she ran her hands over his smooth muscular shoulders and chest running her lips and tongue over his hot satin flesh making him gasp and moan. In a tangle of arms and legs they fell onto the bed. Arnav pressed himself over her, moving his body pushing her deeper in to the mattress, their breaths and moans mingling in a symphony of passion. Khushi groaned she pushed against his chest "the door, the door." she gasped. His head whipped around "shit!" he groaned and pushed himself off her and went to close the door.

Unknown to the couple the silent man stood in the shadows and watched, with heated eyes, his breath accelerating with excitement and rage as he watched the object of his desire in the arms of other man's. His sick mind feeding his imaginations. His lust building, and mingling with a rage that shook his body. He hands clenched with fury as he watched her rejoice in the other mans arms, her body arching and her hands and lips cling to him in need. Everything he wanted and desired and knowing it would never be given to him freely. Hatred for the other man washed over him making him grit his teeth.

He saw his shirtless brother in law, his lean perfect body and washboard abs, an epitome of manhood shut the door to all the world outside, to partake in the feast only he was blessed with. Rage and envy shook Shayam's frame and his mouth wet with lust twisted with hate he stepped out of the shadows and walked towards the closed door his ears taking in the moans and sighs of passion coming from behind the closed doors.

His own soul twisted in agony, he shut his eyes and leaned against the wall imagining himself touching that succulent creamy white flesh of the women behind the door. He pushed himself from the wall making his way to his own room where his wife slept peacefully. His aroused body craving release, he undressed and lay besides her shaking her awake and pulling her towards him. He grabbed her roughly pulling her clothe off. And took her with a savage violence that left her astounded and sobbing softly. He lay on his back catching his breath, thinking of the woman who at this very woman lay happily in the loving arms on another man. He shook his head to dispel the images floating in his head. Turned his back on the woman crying softly besides him and went to sleep.

Anjali slowly walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, she let the warm water wash away the pain in her limbs and body. Her leg hurt, when her husband in his need for physical pleasure had twisted it awkwardly. She let the water sooth away some of the pain. She knew that tomorrow the limp would be more pronounced, and she didn't want to worry her brother.

Dressed in a fresh nightgown she watched her sleeping husband. She didn't understand the man. He was such a soft spoken man who always said the right thing. When they had married he had been nothing but the perfect gentleman, always caring and considerate of her and her family. Yet he was a man of strange moods and unlike her brother who carried his anger on his nose. She could never understand the reasons behind her husband's anger or his violence like today. Though he always apologised and showered her with gifts later and she always forgave him.

She loved Shayam, she knew he was not a highly accomplished lawyer, as she believed that most of the cases he worked on were for the poor and she admired him for that. She didn't care for money or riches she was well provided for and she didn't mind sharing her wealth with her husband. In fact she regularly provided him with large sum of money without question. Yet she sometimes caught a look of envy in her husband's eyes for her brother.

She was used to seeing men envy her highly successful and gifted brother. She was proud of him and all his achievements at such a young age. For a long time her Chote had locked his emotions up and had hidden away the key, but when she saw him today and how happy he was her heart rejoiced. She prayed with her heart that nothing would ever take her brothers happiness away, praying always relaxed her so she prayed for all her loved ones, for Khushi and little Arush who had brought so much joy in her brother's life, she drifted off to sleep.

The next day brought a whole lot of excitement and energy. Arnav and Khushi woke to the sound of someone pounding on the door, Arush lay at the foot of the bed half on top of them a bottle of milk in his mouth watching Tom and Jerry on the television in their room.

"Chote, wake up, they will be here any minute." Came Anjali's voice. "Chote?"

Khushi scrambled out of bed wrapped in sheets and dashed for the bathroom, Arnav holding a sheet wrapped around his waist went to open the door, while Arush sat nonchalant to the adult drama, watching TV and sucking on the milk bottle.

"Chote!" Anjali eyes widened at the sight of Arnav wrapped in a sheet, untidy lock of hair falling over his brow. She gasped pushed him aside ignoring his "what the?" and sighed with relief at the sight of Arush on the bed. " oh! Khushi is home." She smiled in relief.

"What?" Arnav asked puzzled, then his eyes widened in astonishment, his brows rising, "Di!! Really?" securing the sheet around his waist, he shook his head in disapproval.

She grinned, holding her ears "Sorry" she smiled sweetly at him, "I didn't know Khushi was back." She said in her defence. Then she grinned teasingly "no wonder you'r still in bed." She giggled, clasping her hands under her chin.

Arnav shook his head blushing, he walked to the bed and picked up his son like a sack of potatoes, the child squealed, the bottle falling on the bed, he picked that up as well and deposited them into his sisters arms "Bua will get you ready" he told his son, kissing him on the cheek. He ushered them to the adjoining door leading to the nursery, "Khushi and I will be down shortly." He told his sister with a smile. His mind already in thought's of joining Khushi in the shower.

"Aaray, But..." Anjali trailed off as the door shut in her face. She looked at Arush, "tsk! Your papa no?" she said in mocked annoyance. "tsk! Papa no." Arush repeated slapping his forehead like his mother, imitating Anjali's expression making her laugh. "Come my bundle of joy, let's get you ready and handsome for everyone."

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