WW About Last Night (May20 - June01 2012) - Page 101

Update was very interesting.

June 1 2012

Had the general populace any knowledge of how Arnav Singh Raizada spoke to his wife--they would advise her to abandon him instantly. Where they heard criticism, Khushi heard his inability to speak his heart. It was not expected that the world would understand their lexicon; but she understood him perfectly. Nothing else mattered.

So when he asked, "What have I done to deserve such a heartless unfeeling wife?" Khushi's response was to climb onto his lap, and return his irony with sarcasm. "You should have married someone like yourself--someone sensitive to the feelings of others."

"True," he sighed with a smile that told her everything he felt.

His splayed fingers on the back of her head drew her close, and she rested her cheek on his chest. For some time, she simply listened to his warm beating heart speak. Eventually she stated what she had come to say. "I know you don't believe your actions were wrong, but I also know that you won't be happy until you make amends." She felt him stiffen but he did not immediately voice resistance. This must constitute result. She continued, "I'll tell Di I mislead you. You thought Yash had refused her and that provoked you--it made you act unreasonably."

"No, Khushi, that's inaccurate and unneccessary," he said, stroking the length of her back, his fingers catching in her hair. "I know what I'm doing."

"But to offer him money to marry Di--" she began.

Arnav interrupted her. "I'm not against the man. I'll even allow their marriage--if that is Di's wish--but I must take measure of him first."

Khushi countered, "you've made his position doomed. Whatever he does, it will appear that his motivation was money. How can he possibly win?"

"If his motives are sincere, he'll extract himself from the position I've placed him in. If a man cannot accomplish that much, he is not worthy of my sister."

Arnav spoke this with conviction, and Khushi knew that further canvassing of the Laad Governor on this matter was futile. Perhaps even counter-productive. She gave up the fight--but before she did, she felt she owed the sisterhood this much: She said, "you do her an injustice behaving as though her wealth is the only reason why Yash would choose her."

Her husband did not address her words directly, but said, "I'll apologize to Di. Will that make you happy?"

It made her less unhappy and she told him so by dropping a kiss in the open 'V' of his shirt, drawing in the scent of his skin. The clock in the hall chimed the hour, reminding her that they ought to be with the family who would soon be departing for the airport. Lifting her head she met his eyes.

"Let's go," he sighed, in agreement with her unvoiced thoughts.

He stood with her in his arms, and then let her to slide down his form until her feet were secure on the floor. Khushi re-tucked her saree pleats into her petticoat, smoothing the fabric down. Arnav's hand caressed her stomach, and asked, "how is my baby?"

"Hungry and horny," came her teasing reply. She handed him a pakora, picked up one for herself and they returned to rejoin the family.

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Anjali Raizada's refined manners were more than a social artifice; they were grounded in tenderness for the feelings of others. She knew what was owed Dr. Yash Malhotra--beyond tea and pakoras--and she knew it fell to her to provide it. Or rather, it fell to her brother, but as there was no precedent to suggest Chotte would meet this obligation, she took it on as the elder sibling. When the time came for Yash to depart for the hospital, she watched him with appreciating eyes as he graciously bid farewell to her family, wishing them a safe journey. There was a distinction in how he addressed each member--conveying to each their due regard and respect. It was a difficult paradox to endure: to like a man more after turning him down. Yash kissed his daughter, reminding her to be a well-behaved-Hindi-speaking-milk-drinking child. He then turned to Anjali to thank her, but she indicated she would walk him to the front door. She felt his surprise.

Arnav and Khushi were entering the lounge just as she and Yash were exiting. Anjali was relieved to see that both men shook hands--not with cordiality of course, but at least with civility. Anjali felt that her Bhabhi must be partly responsible for this small gentrifying effect on her brother. She met Khushi's eyes with an almost imperceptible lift of the eyebrow. Khushi replied with a slight widening of the eyes to suggest that she too was pleasantly surprised.

As soon as they were alone together, she turned to him to speak. She felt her own cheeks blush in anticipation, and for a moment she wondered if it was unwise to open such a humiliating subject. Would her apology add to his mortification, she wondered. Yet, to not mention such a travesty seemed also wrong. Anjali's thoughts were in such a turmoil that she was not conscious that a silent Yash was closely observing her. She made her decision--this time resolved to speak...when his fingertips brushed her cheek lightly. It was a light undemanding touch, more sensed than felt. But it was a touch--a touch between a man and a woman who had touched before. The first reaction was visceral. Her body shivered with--shall we just call it 'pleasure'? The second reaction was emotional. She was a woman, after all. Anjali felt her heart sigh with relief--relief that he still wanted to touch her. She had not acknowledged this publicly to her heart, but she had wondered privately whether her retraction had reversed any desire he had once held for her. Had Anjali known the ways of men she would know this was utter nonsense. A retraction could only intensify longing.

His touch had had yet another effect: all ability to form sentences had left her brain. She stumbled over her tongue, and her apology was less elegant than she would have hoped. But, what it lacked in elegance, it more than made up for in genuineness.

"Yash," she began, "nothing I say can absolve my brother for his...approaching you as he did this morning." Anjali feared that Yash would stop her from progressing, so her words rushed out. "I want to apologize--not for his actions because only he can do that!--but for having exposed you to it because of my flightiness these past few days." And, as is often the case, the more Anjali spoke the more clarity she gained.

She realized that Arnav was not entirely to blame. She shared this with Yash. "I realize that I am also responsible for drawing Chotte into my madness. His actions were wrong, but had I shown personal strength and handled my life better, he would not have felt the need to assert himself in this paternalistic manner." She drew breath here and felt the sting of tears, but was able to hold them back. "I just want to say that I am so very sorry. Please forgive me."

The final three words were a mere whisper. She had nothing more to say. And, that was fortunate because if she had to speak further, she knew that she would have dissolved into a blubbering mess. She contained herself by drawing her upper lip into her mouth.

Yash was silent. And, she had now had enough conversations with him to know that that was his style. He listened, absorbed and waited. Perhaps that was his physician's training--or perhaps he was just an exceptionally developed human being.

She felt it was up to her to walk away first. She knew that he would not get in his car and drive away until she left. So, she said, "I'll see you in the morning" and returned to the house.

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Once they had waved off the Delhi faction, the remaining foursome (Little Khushi was one of them now!) returned to the house.

"Di?" Arnav said, stopping his sister in the hallway with a hand on her shoulder.

Anjali turned around and before he could speak--what Khushi thought would be a badly-worded apology--she went into his startled arms. The brother and sister embraced in silence, both their eyes wet. The other two who witnessed this moving display of sibling love were beyond expression. But it was impactful to even the young child who clawed at Khushi and asked to be held. Khushi lifted her into her arms.

Khushi heard Anjali say to her brother, between sobs, "I've...been such a burden. To you. Especially recently."

Arnav shook his head and clutched his sister tighter, without words.

Khushi's eyes flowed with tears as she felt the heart of her husband open.

At length, Anjali lifted her head, and placed her hands on Arnav's shoulders, "You always say success is the best revenge. Let's forget Shyam. Let's forget everything. Let's try to be happy."

Arnav wiped his sister's tears, and nodded his promise.

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The rest of the evening was a quiet and welcome contrast to the maelstrom of activity of the past few days. Anjali took Little Khushi for a bath. Arnav retired to the bookroom with Aman. Khushi and Aman's wife--whose name was appropriately Pari--went to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. It was an established house tradition at Sheesh Mahal that the kitchen staff shut the fires after Sunday lunch and did not return until breakfast on Monday morning. As the two women chopped and stirred, Khushi learnt so much about Pari which Arnav had either neglected to share or was not aware of himself. Most likely the latter. Pari, like Aman, was also employed by AR Group. She was a graduate of fashion design school and was a junior assistant in the design department. It seems that her and Aman's stormy office romance had sizzled the cutting room of AR Headquarters, culminating in a wedding only weeks after Pari joined the firm. She was a lively girl--though not so adept in the kitchen, Khushi discovered--but enthusiastic and well-versed about leading trends. Pari shared some insights that proved her advanced for her years. Khushi had not had much time to consider -kiss-, the lingerie division that her husband had entrusted her with, but in speaking to Pari, some ideas began to percolate.

Soon after the family enjoyed their meal by the pool, Anjali and Little Khushi said goodnight. Arnav returned to the bookroom, so Khushi went up to their bedroom with a notebook to record some of the ideas that had emerged from her conversation with Pari. She worked quietly and once satisfied with her notes, she took a leisurely shower.

To her annoyance, Arnav was still absent from the bedroom when she stepped out of the shower. She was drying her hair when he eventually came up, and she was finally able to share with him all her thoughts about -kiss-. She spoke about Pari at length and was enlarging on many fine points, when she met his eyes in the mirror's reflection.

She twisted around on the stool. He was undressing. "You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?" she accused.

He carelessly tossed his unbuttoned shirt at her.

She caught it.

He asked with a gleam in his eye, "Khushi, do you really want me to think about Aman's wife in our bedroom?"

She smiled at his rhetorical question. She stood up and asked, "is the door latched?"

He nodded. She lifted her arms above her head and stripped off her nightsuit kameez revealing a black and purple lace bra. His eyes registered significant interest.

"Get rid of the bottoms," he instructed.

"You first!" she returned.

He quickly removed his trousers to show his snug black shorts. He also tossed these at her. She caught them and dropped them on the stool.

Then--like the vixen she was--she turned to show her husband her back and slowly removed her shalwaar. Making a point to bend more than was necessary. The miniscule matching boy shorts made its debut.

A glance over her shoulder told her that she had his fullest attention.

"Not bad," he said, his voice more an appreciative growl. A discreet glance informed Khushi that the appreciation was also felt elsewhere. "Come here, Khushi," he said.

She shook her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder and said defiantly. "I did all that difficult work last night. Tonight, I'm not lifting a finger."

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res<--- yea I was stalking 😉 but hey in my defense I stayed up until 1 AM to do this so I'm gonna admit it freely 😛!!!!

Had the general populace any knowledge of how Arnav Singh Raizada spoke to his wife--they would advise her to abandon him instantly. Where they heard criticism, Khushi heard his inability to speak his heart. It was not expected that the world would understand their lexicon; but she understood him perfectly. Nothing else mattered.

So when he asked, "What have I done to deserve such a heartless unfeeling wife?" Khushi's response was to climb onto his lap, and return his irony with sarcasm. "You should have married someone like yourself--someone sensitive to the feelings of others."

"True," he sighed with a smile that told her everything he felt.

His splayed fingers on the back of her head drew her close, and she rested her cheek on his chest. For some time, she simply listened to his warm beating heart speak. Eventually she stated what she had come to say. "I know you don't believe your actions were wrong, but I also know that you won't be happy until you make amends." She felt him stiffen but he did not immediately voice resistance. This must constitute result. She continued, "I'll tell Di I mislead you. You thought Yash had refused her and that provoked you--it made you act unreasonably.



their were so many great and epic part i did not know which to choose loved the update only khushi can make this man do what she want loved their conversation and glad yash talked to anjali and not brush her away loved the last part khushi teasing asr loved it that was so cute and hot awesome update

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Sorry maya very busy lately so a very short comment
Great update
Aww the Anji n Arnav relationship is so beautiful n u did show that so beautifully
Coming to yash n anji's part aww they make such a cute couple hope Anji agrees soon
And Arnav and Khushi haye these two are what to say
Lol Khushi's last comment was so cheeky
Great one n loved it totally

Loved June 01. So many different layers in this one and you write all these layers so beautifully.

Had the general populace any knowledge of how Arnav Singh Raizada spoke to his wife--they would advise her to abandon him instantly. Where they heard criticism, Khushi heard his inability to speak his heart. It was not expected that the world would understand their lexicon; but she understood him perfectly. Nothing else mattered.

Honestly i am in awe of this couple.. The understanding , the love , the passion everything is such on a high level, it's simply difficult for anyone else to reach there. They are such an inspiration for all couple. Wonder if this really exist somewhere in this world or not.. 😍

Anjali is growing with every part. Loved her with Yash and Arnav. she has developed such strength and command over her emotions. I wish her really to be happy soon..

Thnx for getting Aman's wife here. She really seems talented. I hope she n Khusi can work together for Kiss.

I really cracked up when Arnav asked
Khushi, do you really want me to think about Aman's wife in our bedroom?"😆
The night gonna be a long one again.. Who's complaining anyway...

Lovely part Maya...

Mine!

*edits*

Awww. . . .
Anjali and Yash! Sighs!
So much of unvoiced conversation going on between these two. . . .

Arnav and Anjali!
The relationship the siblings share is amazing! 🤗

Arnav and Khushi!
Khushi, I am in love with.
I mean, in a way that I adore her for being such an understandable wife! 😳

I needn't even tell you that your Arnav is going to be the end of me one of these days! 😆

Thanks for making that day come lil more nearer! 😛