FF Keeping Khushi Thread 9:Part 90 Page 138 - Page 6

Originally posted by: rulama

Smita,😊

Here is my interpretation for part 77.

The weather in the Room of Revelations was unsettling. The same continued in the rest of the update. The cloud which indicates unsettled weather is called cirrocumulus. The sky with cirrocumulous clouds is called MACKEREL SKY. Why is it called Mackerel sky? Cirrocumulous clouds are a bunch of woolly clouds that resemble the scales of Mackerels. Then why do I term this update as Mackerel sky?

It is because the clouds are in small woolly bunches and are short-lived though they give no such indications! That is because you see them usually on a clear blue sky!!

Aarti after much contemplation said that she needed time to decide for her waiting audience.

Though NK agreed Nani said they would like to seek Kamala's permission for the marriage and Aarti could give her decision later and convey it.

"Haan. That's good, Nandkisore!", said Buaji.

Mami also nodded.

Arnav looked at Aarti, an eyebrow raised.

Khushi asked, "What do you want us to do, Aartiji?"

"Please don't talk to Amma now.", said Aarti softly.

All looked at her.

"Give me time. Three months. Amma needs the rest, the care that only I am left to provide her... Let her recover. When she is better, I will tell her. And I will let you know."

Arnav nodded, sure that Aarti would agree to marry NK after 3 months.

"You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future" ~ Steve Jobs

But Mami was not so sure. "What if after three months timewaa, Aarti Bitiyaa decides that she does not want to get married to NK Babua?"

"Then I will start pestering Aarti to marry me again. Till she agrees.", NK smiled, confident.

Aarti had to hide a smile.

"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." ~ Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

"Haan, NK Bhai. We will help you build a cabin across Aartiji's gate. You can do bhook hartal there.", Akash teased him.

"Bhook hartal?", NK asked, his eyes wide. "Hartal I will do, but not bhook hartal. No hungry hartal. Only hartal with food and water. Sorry, Aarti." NK pulled his ear. All laughed.

"Kid, don't miss an opportunity to laugh, because laughter is what makes the boot heels of life palatable" ~ Bryan R. Dennis, Isle of Stumps

"Sabaash, NK Bitwaa. You are the shaan of our khaandaan, Hello Hi Bye Bye!", said Mami.

"Khaandaan? Does that have something to do with khaana? Like daan of khaana? Giving away food?", NK asked, genuinely perplexed.

"They say laughter is the best medicine, and I agree. Plus, it's free, has no bad side effects and is available to EVERYONE" ~ Mindy Levy

Mami & Buaji hit their heads with their hands at the same time.

Akash jumped up. "Bhai, we should leave."

Arnav nodded.

Akash whispered in his ear, "The more Aarti hears NK Bhai's Hindi, the more likely she is to run away, Bhai."

Arnav smiled.

"Laughter is a very underrated tool for healing"

~ Bronnie Ware, The Top Five Regrets of the Dying

Wishing Aarti a safe trip with Amma and Gopi Kaka, wishing Amma a speedy recovery, Arnav gave his visiting card with all his contact numbers to contact if anything was needed.

All the ladies, one by one, hugged Aarti. Buaji lifted her off the floor in her enthusiasm.

"A hug is a handshake from the heart"

As she stood gasping for breath after Buaji's assault, Aarti saw the Sunflower come closer to her, a naughty twinkle in his eyes. She wanted to take a step back, but to do so in front of all the watching ladies and men would be awkward. She stood her place, her breathing shallow.

NK reached her, and gently dropped a kiss on her cheek.

Aarti could hear Buaji & Mami gasp and Khushiji & Payalji giggle.

"Where are you going?", he asked.

"Err... Just a few places. Some old & new memories...", she left it open ended.

"Another secret!", sighed NK, a smile on his lips.

"We will wait outside for you, NK.", Arnav said, a smile hidden in his voice

Arnav led a shell-shocked Akash, open-mouthed Buaji & Mami, a smiling Nani, and happy Khushi & Payal out of the room.

NK nodded his thanks at his beloved Nannav.

"You are leaving me, Aarti. But don't forget me.", NK said, cupping her face in his hands.

Aarti lowered her eyes.

"Just something to remember me by." He bent and kissed her good and long till both of them had no idea where they were. They parted reluctantly, breathing heavily.

"How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said" ~ Victor Hugo

"Will you forget me, Aarti?", NK asked, his voice a mere whisper.

"No.", breathed Aarti.

"Will you talk to me if I call you?"

"Yes.", she admitted.

Akash knocked on the door. "Err... NK Bhai, it is time to leave."

"One moment, Akash."

"Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases" ~ Chinese Proverb

NK stole another quick kiss, and after rubbing his nose against hers, walked out of the room with Aarti.

They all wished Gopi Kaka a safe trip and Arnav gave his, Akash's and NK's cell numbers in case of need.

"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were" ~ Khalil Gibran

A few days later Aarti who wanted tell a lot to NK about,

Her fears, the foremost of them being the fear that she might never see him again. Her fear that her mother might not make it through the surgery...

took the writing pad all set to write a letter.

"The paradox of reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye" ~ Shana Alexander

She felt she just couldn't put her burden on his shoulders and dropped the pen on the pristine sheet. She knew once NK and his family, gets an inkling of her mother's health problem them would swoop down on them and lend all the possible help. But she who is not used to seeking help nor take help was reluctant to bring them into the picture. She was in a hospital room and was in doldrums.

"A lot of compelling stories in the world aren't being told, and the fact that people don't know about them compounds the suffering"

~ Anderson Cooper

The only good thing about the whole mess was that she had never told him how much he meant to her. Maybe he had understood it from her silence, her eyes, her response when he kissed her... But she had never said it.

"The world is not a pleasant place to be without someone to hold and be held by" ~ Nikki Giovanni

Making up her mind to tell him about her decision she wrote,

"My Sunflower,", she wrote.

She crossed it out, cursing herself.

Her purpose was to send him away, not tell him that she cared for him. She tore out that sheet of paper, crumpled it, and threw it into the dustbin. She started on a fresh sheet.

"NK."

Was that too abrupt?

She added, "My dear to NK." She crossed out "My"

"Dear NK". Yes, that would do. Formal, but not too formal.

"To send a letter is a good way to move somewhere without moving anything but your heart" ~ Phyllis Theroux

"Dear NK,

You asked me to marry you, many times. I refused many times.

Not because you are a bad person. But because I am not free to marry. Anyone.

"The right thing to do and the hard thing to do are usually the same."

~Steve Maraboli, Life, The Truth, and Being Free

I told your family to search else where for a bride for you. Not just because I would make a terrible wife with my ignorance of how a family functions, what a good marriage is etc, but mainly because I am not free to marry.

My first priority is my Amma. I should say, my only priority is my Amma.

"This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do"

~ Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith (Tiffany Aching #3)

I put up with Mohan Mishra all my life for her. Day in and day out. Every day. He used to try and provoke me to react so that he could punish Amma more for my reactions, but I would stare at him with an expressionless face, not giving him a chance.

How he hated me!

"Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour"

~ Euripides, Medea

He tried it all. Tried to make me lose my temper. Tried to humiliate me. Tried to make me give up. Starved me. Gave me more work than I could do. But I hung on, letting his taunts and bitter words go by me. Only for my Amma.

I held strong after Shikha's death for her. Only for her. Otherwise my grief would have taken me where Shikha went.

"For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth" ~ Bo Bennett

After Mohan Mishra's death, I spent a good part of everyday trying to bring her out of her shell. I am not going to let a pesky disease kill her. She is just 43. Just 43 bloody years old. She will survive this. And she will live as she should have lived all these years, with dignity, with happiness, with independence, and with freedom.

NK, nothing else matters to me. Not my future. Not my life. I am sorry if I gave you hope that we could have a future together when I don't have a future.

"Letters always frustrate me with what's left out" ~ Eileen Drew, Blue Taxis: Stories about Africa

Gopi Kakka will give you this letter when it is time. Get on with your life. As Amma once said, you deserve to be happy."

PS.

"You once asked me why I called you a Sunflower.

"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you"

~ Walt Whitman

Not because you like yellow. But because something positive radiates from your face. Maybe it is your zest for living. Maybe it is the love you have for your family and they have for you. Your confidence in their support and your love. Maybe it is just your good heart.

Live. Be happy.

Yours

Aarti."

"Two words. Three vowels. Four consonants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off you shoulders. The phrase is: It's over" ~ Maggi Richard

She read the letter. Then she cut off "yours", swallowing hard.

"You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve" ~ Jane Austen

Then she folded the letter carefully, put it in an envelope, and sealed it. She put it aside, and leaned back in the chair, looking at the white wall.

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect"

~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

There was so much she wanted to tell him. So much she wanted to say and so much he shouldn't hear.

"Love is being honest with yourself at all times

being honest with the other person at all times

telling, listening, respecting the truth

and never pretending.

Love is the source of reality" ~ Susan Polis Schutz

She pulled the notepad closer to her, and took up the pen again.

"My dear Sunflower", she started.

In the beginning we see, Aarti seeking time to give her decision. Though she is seeking a respite from conveying what she wants to, still that is not what she really wants. She is masking her real feelings behind the cloud of responsibility! We see NK agreeing to her request as he doesn't want to pressurize her! But that is not what he wants. He wants to be right beside her through thick and thin. So again his feelings are not reciprocated and he is under a cloud! But his personality is such that he always thinks positively. Always seeking the sunshine and striving to get it! Arnav Singh Raizada, is the one who has an inkling of what is Aarti going through as he had tread a path similar to it earlier in his life. He knew what her responsibilities are and where her priorities lay! So is Kushi! She too had walked along a similar path and understood Aarti's dilemma much clearer than Aarti herself! Maami is also under a cloud of apprehension that at the end of three months if her answer is no how will she be able to console her nephew!!

Even when she writes the letter to NK, Aarti is still under the cloud.

"If you say you can or you can't you are right either way" ~ Henry Ford

It is she who has to decide.

It is she who has to battle.

It is she who has to learn to seek help, get help and not just render help!

This is what Arnav Singh Raizada has realized and is sticking to it! He is clear about it. He is as clear as a blue sky! Kushi being his better half and soulmate knows that the decision solely rests on Aarti and she has faith in her to do the right thing in the end, though she might take her own sweet time!

"To make a change, you must be: willing to commit, willing to change, willing to have an open mind, and willing to take action!"

~ Tae Yun Kim, The Silent Master: Awakening The Power Within

The time will come, is what Kushi is clear about. But the question is when? That only Aarti can tell when things get clearer to her.

Aarti wants to clear the sky for her mother which has been clouded for the past twenty three years before she could think of herself!

MACKEREL SKY indeed!!!!!!

"The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal" ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by: smitar

Fabulous, fantastic interpretation.

More than that, THANKS A MILLION for posting my work. I am not able to post a message or start a new topic. God knows when it will start working again.

Part 78 is ready. I will send it to you soon.

Part 78

"My dear Sunflower", she started.

"You asked me to marry you many times. I wanted to say 'yes' many times. But...

I would be a devil of a wife.

Do you really want to live with a girl who has never been a girl? Never worn dresses and saris? Never put on makeup? Never had long hair? Never had girl friends? Never had ice cream before you bought it for her? Who doesn't know what marriage is? Who has never felt any thing for any man except contempt for her father and respect and affection for her co-workers? Who has never been touched by any man? Who does not really know what love is?

What is love?

Is it wanting to see you when you are not before me?

Wanting to run away when you approach me? And at the same time wanting to stay and feel you touch me?

Feeling weak when I see the naughty look in your eyes as you walk towards me, planning to kiss me?

Wanting to share my thoughts with you? Talk to you about the amusing and ordinary things that happen in my life? Share something that Gopi Kakka said? Something that Amma mentioned? Tell you about the roses I planted, and how Amma smiled when she saw the first bud? The birds who visit me daily in the morning to play in the birdbath I made? The big fish in the pond who raises his head out of water if he hears my voice?

Is it knowing that your full focus is on me even when you are talking to someone else?

Waiting for you to take hold of my hand at the first excuse?

Seeing you hug Amma, and wanting to cry?

Seeing your Bhabis love you so much, and wanting to hug them for loving you so much?

Feeling respect for your Nannav and Akash for setting out to win the world for you?

Wanting to never leave when you are with me. Wishing that you would stay with me all the time?

Looking for you in every crowd, hoping to see you?

Wanting to laugh at your broken Hindi even long after you are gone?

Is this love?

I wish you were with me now. I am scared about tomorrow. Scared for Amma. Scared for me. Scared I won't be able to see you again.

If we don't meet again, will you ever know how much I cared for you? How much I longed to live with you? Watch you smile?

Or will you think I cheated you, broke your trust and my word?

Life is so funny. For 22 years, I didn't want to live, but had to...

Today, I want to live. With you. But...

I am so tired, my Sunflower. I need to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.

I just wish...

I just wish I could have been your wife for atleast one day. Just one day. One day atleast...

Goodnight. Goodbye!"

PS.

"You gave me my first kiss. My first ice cream. My first hug from a man. And this is my first love letter.

Thank you. For all the good memories. I didn't know that life could be something to look forward to.

Only yours,

Aarti"

Khushi sat in bed, leaning against a big stack of pillows, a magazine in her hands. Her eyes were on her husband who was working on his laptop.

"I am sorry, Khushi. I really need to finish this.", Arnav muttered.

"You finish it, Arnavji. It is not yet time for us to go to bed. I will sit here and read this magazine.", Khushi said.

Arnav nodded. He wished he could throw the laptop into the pool and join his wife in bed, but...

"I wonder what Aartiji is doing now.", remarked Khushi.

"Trust her, Khushi. She will be back."

"I called her many times. She said that Amma is better. That we may not get her on the phone for the next few days as they would be travelling in rural areas."

Arnav frowned. "Travelling in rural areas without a mobile network with a sick Amma?"

"I will try again tomorrow. And maybe she has given NK Bhai some means of getting in touch with her."

Arnav's face cleared.

"Arnavji, we will talk to NK Bhai in the morning. You finish your work now.", Khushi comforted him.

Arnav nodded, and focused on the screen.

Khushi looked at the picture of a skinny model in a skimpy dress, and looked up at Arnavji. She turned the page. Another model was wearing a swim suit. Her ribs were sticking out. Khushi counted them, and sighed in pity for the poor girl.

Her eyes wandered to her husband. He was frowning at the screen, impatient.

The cute frown lines on his forehead, the strands of his unruly hair flopping over his forehead, his manly nose, his stubborn chin... The magazine fell from her hands on to the bed. Would their child look like him? Maybe they would have a son who looked exactly like Arnavji! Or a daughter as sweet as Di! She smiled, lost in dreams.

Arnav shut his laptop gratefully, and rose to join his wife. He stopped in his tracks, smiling at the sight of his wife who was lying across a mound of pillows, the magazine discarded, her eyes shut in sleep, a sweet smile on her lips.

Arnav took the magazine, and placed it on the side table. He lifted Khushi carefully, and made her lie down comfortably. She opened her eyes, and her smile widened.

"Arnavji, do you know what I just dreamed of?"

"Kya?", he asked, nuzzling her sweetly scented, warm cheek.

"A room full of children.", she said, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him to lie close to her, hovering over her.

He frowned. "A Kindergarten?"

"No, an army. Of our children."

His eyes widened.

"Lots of boys like you. Frowning cutely and saying What the!"

Arnav looked at her with his mouth open.

"Standing and looking at me with cross looks on their faces, their naughty hair falling on their forehead...."

Arnav shook his head. "Khushi! You must be the only person on earth who wants a room full of cross children!"

"My children are like my husband. What can I do if I have been blessed with a cross husband?", Khushi teased him in return.

"Only boys? How come we don't have daughters?", Arnav tweaked her nose.

"There were daughters too. Sweet. Smiling. Caring daughters."

"Like you?", asked Arnav, kissing her chin.

"No!", said Khushi. "Like Di."

Arnav rolled his eyes. "You are their mother. Don't you want them to be like you?"

"Be like me? What can I give them?", Khushi wondered, thinking long and hard.

Arnav kissed her forehead.

"Your courage. Your smile. Your laughter. Your strength. Your kindness. Your beauty. Your heart. Your music..."

Khushi stared at his serious eyes, astonished.

Arnav kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, and then her lips. Khushi ran her fingers through the hair at his nape, pulling him closer, sliding the fingers of her other hand inside the neck of his T-shirt, trying to touch his warm skin.

She kissed his eyelids and he closed his eyes. She moved on to his cheeks, his nose, his chin... She fondled his ears, and ran her fingers through his hair, loving their feel.

He smiled.

She touched his smiling lips with a curious finger. He gulped. She moved down to his neck, savouring the strained tendons with her lips as he arched to give her better access.

Arnav Singh Raizada forgot how to breathe.

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Smita,😊

Here is my interpretation for the Part 78.

A word of German origin sums up the entire update. ECHT. The update is filled with the outpour of genuine feelings, nothing withheld,

It is an honest expression of what is felt. It comes from the heart.

Aarti began writing her second letter,

"My dear Sunflower", she started.

"You asked me to marry you many times. I wanted to say 'yes' many times. But...

"Happy marriages begin when we marry the ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry" ~ Tom Mullen

I would be a devil of a wife.

Do you really want to live with a girl who has never been a girl? Never worn dresses and saris? Never put on makeup? Never had long hair? Never had girl friends? Never had ice cream before you bought it for her? Who doesn't know what marriage is? Who has never felt any thing for any man except contempt for her father and respect and affection for her co-workers? Who has never been touched by any man? Who does not really know what love is?

"Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person..."

What is love?

Aarti who has been fed with just hate from her father knows only the love and compassion of Gopi Kaka who is the only other male member of her family. She is only able to comprehend the love and affection of her Gopi Kaka and her employees. Her mother who has become fragile loves her but needs Aarti's love and care more than what she can give Aarti. Aarti's insecurity made her refuse his proposal. She is unsure of her own feelings. She just doesn't know if her reactions and the feelings that well up in her when she sees NK amounts to being in love. So she spells all her inadequacies and pens her feelings to NK in her letter asking him what it means?

Is it wanting to see you when you are not before me?

Wanting to run away when you approach me? And at the same time wanting to stay and feel you touch me?

Feeling weak when I see the naughty look in your eyes as you walk towards me, planning to kiss me?

"Love is trusting him enough to tell him everything about yourself including the things you might be ashamed of..."

Wanting to share my thoughts with you? Talk to you about the amusing and ordinary things that happen in my life? Share something that Gopi Kakka said? Something that Amma mentioned? Tell you about the roses I planted, and how Amma smiled when she saw the first bud? The birds who visit me daily in the morning to play in the birdbath I made? The big fish in the pond who raises his head out of water if he hears my voice?

"Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Is it knowing that your full focus is on me even when you are talking to someone else?

Waiting for you to take hold of my hand at the first excuse?

"Love is feeling comfortable and safe with him..."

Seeing you hug Amma, and wanting to cry?

Seeing your Bhabis love you so much, and wanting to hug them for loving you so much?

Feeling respect for your Nannav and Akash for setting out to win the world for you?

Wanting to never leave when you are with me. Wishing that you would stay with me all the time?

Looking for you in every crowd, hoping to see you?

"Laughter is the shortest distance between two people" ~ Victor Borge

Wanting to laugh at your broken Hindi even long after you are gone?

Is this love?

"Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive" ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Men

After noting all her feelings that are alien to her but now reside in her she talks about the known feelings. She has the innate desire for his company and would like to share her fears with him.

"When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out"

~ Elizabeth Bowen

She wants to derive warmth and strength from his presence and his love. She is scared of loosing him too!

"Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds

and warming your soul.

Love reminds you that nothing else matters"

~Amy Bushell

I wish you were with me now. I am scared about tomorrow. Scared for Amma. Scared for me. Scared I won't be able to see you again.

"Give out what you most want to come back"

~ Robin S. Sharma, The Greatness Guide: Powerful Secrets for Getting to World Class

If we don't meet again, will you ever know how much I cared for you? How much I longed to live with you? Watch you smile?

Or will you think I cheated you, broke your trust and my word?

"But how could she tell him that the reason she always acted so disinterested in everything was because of the worry that she herself wasn't all that interesting?" ~ Jennifer E. Smith, You Are Here

Life is so funny. For 22 years, I didn't want to live, but had to...

Today, I want to live. With you. But...

"Love addicts you to its feeling. You never, ever want to lose that feeling. Sometimes the fear of losing love drives people to do crazy things. Make a phone call. Cry. Write. Laugh.

Because when you love someone, you really love them. You give them your whole heart. You trust them. You never want to be away from them. Sometimes, you don't even need their words. You just need them there" ~ Alysha Speer

I am so tired, my Sunflower. I need to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.

I just wish...

I just wish I could have been your wife for atleast one day. Just one day. One day atleast...

Goodnight. Goodbye!"

"Love is such an amazing thing, and too many people take it for granted. If you're in love, don't let it go. Don't you dare let it go" ~ Alysha Speer

PS.

"You gave me my first kiss. My first ice cream. My first hug from a man. And this is my first love letter.

Thank you. For all the good memories. I didn't know that life could be something to look forward to.

Only yours,

Aarti"

"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you'"~ Erich Fromm

Arnav was trying to speed up his work to join his wife who was waiting for him on the bed. While leafing through the pages of a Fashion magazine Khushi wondered about Aarti's whereabouts.

"I wonder what Aartiji is doing now.", remarked Khushi.

"Trust her, Khushi. She will be back."

"I called her many times. She said that Amma is better. That we may not get her on the phone for the next few days as they would be travelling in rural areas."

Arnav frowned. "Travelling in rural areas without a mobile network with a sick Amma?"

"I will try again tomorrow. And maybe she has given NK Bhai some means of getting in touch with her."

Arnav's face cleared.

"Arnavji, we will talk to NK Bhai in the morning. You finish your work now.", Khushi comforted him.

Kushi and Arnav genuinely care for Aarti. For them she is not just a girl whom NK is wooing, but a fellow traveler who had to tread burning coals along the way. Despite the perils she faced every day, she has come out in glowing colours. They are her hidden backbone who are determined to make her choose, change for the better and not the status quo that she is trying to opt. They are her cheerleaders along with NK.

Arnav agreed and started to speed up his work. Looking at the pictures of models made her wonder about their slim figure. When she looked up she found Arnav concentrating on his laptop with frown and impatience!

The cute frown lines on his forehead, the strands of his unruly hair flopping over his forehead, his manly nose, his stubborn chin... The magazine fell from her hands on to the bed. Would their child look like him? Maybe they would have a son who looked exactly like Arnavji! Or a daughter as sweet as Di!

Thinking about it she slipped into her sweet dreams. When Arnav came to her she was smiling in her dreams reclining on a mound of pillows, quite an uncomfortable position to sleep long hours. While he was shifting her to a comfortable position, she woke up and smiled at him.

"Arnavji, do you know what I just dreamed of?"

"Kya?", he asked, nuzzling her sweetly scented, warm cheek.

"Love is like flowers blossoming in spring. When you think it ends, it'll grow again in time"

~ Primadonna Angela

"A room full of children.", she said, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him to lie close to her, hovering over her.

He frowned. "A Kindergarten?"

"No, an army. Of our children."

His eyes widened.

"Lots of boys like you. Frowning cutely and saying What the!"

Arnav looked at her with his mouth open.

"Standing and looking at me with cross looks on their faces, their naughty hair falling on their forehead..."

Arnav shook his head. "Khushi! You must be the only person on earth who wants a room full of cross children!"

"My children are like my husband. What can I do if I have been blessed with a cross husband?", Khushi teased him in return.

Khushi has accepted her husband for what he is and loves him despite his drawbacks! She wants her sons to be just like him and would adore them for being the replica of their father.By this she has shown that she sees and loves the actual nature of Arnav behind the facade he puts up.

"Only boys? How come we don't have daughters?", Arnav tweaked her nose.

"There were daughters too. Sweet. Smiling. Caring daughters."

"Like you?", asked Arnav, kissing her chin.

"No!", said Khushi. "Like Di."

Arnav rolled his eyes. "You are their mother. Don't you want them to be like you?"

"Be like me? What can I give them?", Khushi wondered, thinking long and hard.

"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect.. I love her and it is the beginning of everything" ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

Arnav kissed her forehead.

"Your courage. Your smile. Your laughter. Your strength. Your kindness. Your beauty. Your heart. Your music..."

Khushi stared at his serious eyes, astonished.

Arnav Singh Raizada, definitely knows how to please his woman! Giving her affection, attention, appreciation, listening to her and protecting her emotions. By listing out all her good traits he has shown her how he thinks about her now. He wants his daughters' to take after her! Kushi on the other hand is stunned realizing how she is seen by him! He who had propositioned and hounded her to be his Mistress in the beginning, is now admiring her for what she is and wants his daughters to follow her footsteps.

Arnav kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, and then her lips. Khushi ran her fingers through the hair at his nape, pulling him closer, sliding the fingers of her other hand inside the neck of his T-shirt, trying to touch his warm skin.

"Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. "Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing," he agrees"

~ Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

She kissed his eyelids and he closed his eyes. She moved on to his cheeks, his nose, his chin... She fondled his ears, and ran her fingers through his hair, loving their feel.

He smiled.

"The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name; it's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change" ~ Taylor Swift

She touched his smiling lips with a curious finger. He gulped. She moved down to his neck, savouring the strained tendons with her lips as he arched to give her better access.

Arnav Singh Raizada forgot how to breathe.

"Love sort of envelops you. It covers you like a giant shadow, then pulls you in like a blanket. You are so warm. The feeling surrounds you, and no matter how you feel, it is always there. You can't escape it. But you wouldn't want to. You are so, so safe. You can't remember the last time you were this happy. Were you ever? This happy?"

~ Alysha Speer

The update is filled with the honest, genuine, real feelings of Aarti Mishra, Arnav Singh Raizada and his wife Kushi Singh Raizada!

It is ECHT!

That's it from me! Hope you enjoy it!