FF:KMH2-Mohabat restart;) TH2 Pt 55 Pg142 (13/04) - Page 13

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Part 31

"RAAAJJJ… Stop running around!"

The decorators had arrived for the party that was to happen. It was supposed to take place in the garden, however, the living room was going to serve as a welcome area, before the guests were directed to the lawns behind. So the decorations extended in the house too. Hundreds of balloons, lights, flowers, confetti, danglers, fabric and what not was spread out in the space and the decorators were beautifying the house. Three huge chandeliers were added in corners which were converted into small intimate dancing zones.

Raj had come home from school, changed, snacked on his favourite milk and cookies and finished his homework. He had wanted to spend time with his mom, which he did. But as soon as they came downstairs to go towards the garden to play, he saw all the wonderful mesmerising stuff and had instantly wanted to play with it. Leaving Arohis hand, he had rushed in to the chaos and had kicked the ballons, blown the confetti, swirled the danglers around and threw the fabric. Arohi was worried that Kumud just needed a reason to punish Raj, and with Arjun in the office, it maynot be easy to stop her from doing so. Especially when Raj was being such an obedient child!

Arohi ran behind him to catch him and Raj made a play out of it! He was dashing in and out of the long fabrics, hiding behind pillars, making Arohi bump into the decorators, in her desperation to catch him. She had almost knocked down the man standing on a tall ladder, who was hanging confetti filled ballons from the ceiling. Raj went and stood near the main door and stuck his tongue out to his mom. Flustered, Arohi skipped the steps upto the foyer and lunged to grab him but her hands fisted in empty air. Losing the footing as she had anticipated to hold her son, Arohi swayed a bit about to fall on her back when someone held her tight around the waist and pulled.

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Arjun and Rashi were quiet in the car. Too quiet. Both had their own questions and stories to share. But both cared too much for each other to burden them. They tried to make small talk but eventually gave up. Arjun turned on the radio and they both enjoyed the rest of the journey listening to old hindi songs.

Rashis cell phone beeped, indicating she had received a message. She read it and a small smile appeared on her face. Quickly typing a reply, she returned her attention to the road ahead. Arjun had seen her smile from the corner of his eye. He wanted to ask her but then he felt that she would share it herself when she felt like it. She always did. Parking the car in the driveway, he tossed the keys to the driver and marched to the front door, with Rashi behind him.

Arjun wanted to go straight to his room. He had seen the decorators van outside and he knew the house would be a mess. He hated to see untidy spaces and hordes of people making noise. He was still lost in his thoughts as he opened the door and saw Arohi come to a stop in front of him and about to fall. Instinctively he stepped towards her, his hand gripping her waist tightly and pulling her to him.

As if on cue, the man standing on the ladder, burst the balloon he was about to hang, showering the couple in each other arms with white confetti.

Arohi blinked. She saw a hard chest just inches away. Her eyes moved upwards to see a strong neck with light stubble, which extended till the chin and above. Her eyes stopped for a brief second on the noticable pink lips, before they got locked with wide, stunned hazel ones. And all this while pure white grains continued to fall on them in slow motion.

She had always been very filmy, she had been accused of it a lot many times. It was her overactive imagination and the mind of a dreamer that made her a nautanki. But this was the best scene that she could've seen in any movie till now. Probably because she was living an imagination and that too in Arjuns arms while the gods bestowed them with blessings in the form of confetti.

Arjun had heard about this a lot many times in the movies, where the hero and heroine fall into each others arms and are coincidentally showered with rose petals or snow. He had always felt that he would never hear anything more stupid or absurd in his life than this. But being a part of the same situation now, transported him to his dreamland, where noone existed except him and Arohi, and maybe a lil bit of the confetti!

They both stood in the same pose for many minutes. The "blessings" had all fallen on their heads and clothes and were now lying at their feet. Their hair was sprinkled with white, as if they just had a snow fight! Arjun was the first one to realise their position and the innumerable eyes watching them. All the decorators had stopped decorating, Raj stood with his mouth open, Dadi was watching them from upstairs as her hands went in a circle in front of her in the air, denoting that any evil about to befall on her grandchildren should deal with her first. Rashi was probably grinning standing behind them. Arjun continued to sweep his gaze around the room, till he saw Rudra enter the room from the garden, deep in conversation with Kumud.

Arjun straightened immediately and left Arohi but he was a few seconds late. Rudra had already noticed the scene that had played out before Arjun drew his hands away from Arohi and carefully set her away from him. For any other man, he would not have given a thought. But this was Rudra Pratap Singhania. All he needed to notice was one scene and he could write out the entire movie on it. Arjun turned quickly and started climbing the stairs, two at a time, in a hurry to reach his haven, his room.

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Rajveer kept his phone down and smiled. He went back to studying his file which he had left halfway when he had remembered something and texted about it. The answer had made him smile, it was a jab at him, but a sweet one.

- a few minutes back -

Beep…

I am glad that you shared this with me. I hope you are fine and safe.

-Rajveer

Beep beep…

Thanks. Im fine coz ive a friend like you and safe coz of ACP Rajveer ;)

-Rashi

Rajveer kept down the file, leaned behind on his chair and smiled again. For the past few days, he had experienced an unusual amount of peace. His life had taken a turn and it was definitely for the better. A lot of that had happened because of Rashi. He had probably felt a lot of guilt when he had found out that Gauri, then his wife, was the one behind her ordeal. Apologising to her had made him feel a bit better, but gaining her friendship in return had given him a lot more.

Rajveer had always been a ball of fire. He could never sit in one place in peace, nor could he hold back his anger. Somehow the restlessness to do something constantly made him connect to Arohi instantly. That's the reason they were best of friends. But Rashi was different. She was not impulsive like him, neither was she hot tempered. But she could easily surpass him in the matter of strength, something that noone could guess this delicate girl possesses. Her calm cool demeanor had made him stand up and take notice. Her impeccable grip on herself had stunned him, wondering how did she manage it?!

The Rajveer who used to enjoy a fast paced no-nonsense life, now wanted to sit back and enjoy the moment. He felt the need to pause and think, over his words or actions and even try look at a situation from another perspective. Whatever happened with Arohi, had made him slow hi pace in life, but meeting Rashi had somehow given him the right direction.

Rajveer sat up straight in his chair with a jerk. Had he been thinking about Rashi all this while??? Why?! His eyes widened in disbelief. He looked around to check if anyone noticed the lost look and silly smile on his face. What is wrong with you Rajveer!!!

Chiding himself to act his age, he picked up the file with the biggest frown on his face and attacked the contents with his eyes! After a minute he looked up again. The words texted by Rashi were floating in front of his eyes. Was she flirting with him??? No… that was not possible. What if she was! But then of all the people why will she flirt with HIM??!! Rajveer… can you recognise a flirty line even if it came and slapped you in the face? Maybe he should check on it with someone. But who? And how can he ask someone if a girl was flirting with him??? There will be thousand questions and a thorough interrogation cropping up from it. But he will have to cross check with someone. That was the only way to put his restless mind at peace.

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Arohi walked into their room and bumped into Arjun, who was making his way out. Holding her by her shoulders, he stared at her for a moment. Pulling her in the room, he shut the door behind her and turned around.

"Kahi jaa rahe ho Arjun?"

"Tumhe hi dhoondne jaaraha tha! Kaha reh gayi thi? Kabse intezaar karraha hu. Hum dinner pe bhi baat nahi kar paaye."

"Mein Raj ko sone ke liye tayar karke aarahi thi."

"Kyu? Roz to Rashi Di karti hai?"

"I know. Lekin ab mein aagayi hu toh Raj chahta hai ki mein aur Rashi alternate days karey so that he is fair to both of his moms." Arohi smiled remembering the reason her son had given. He had expected Rashi and Arohi to fight over him and had come up with this solution to avoid it.

"Aur mera kya? Tum yaha meri wajah se aayi ho, usski vajah se nahi!"

Arohis mouth opened in shock. "Arjun, tum apne aap ko apne bete se compare karrahe ho???"

Arjun frowned. "Naheee… nahi toh! I mean you need to spend time with me too." Arohi opened her mouth but Arjun beat her to it. "Haan mein jaanta hu kal puri raat hum saath they… lekin fir bhi!" Arjun turned his back to Arohi refraining her from seeing the restlessness on his face.

Arohi walked up to him and slid her arms around his waist from behind. Resting her cheek against his back, she tightened her hold. Arohi closed her eyes, feeling Arjun relax in her arms and his heartbeat accelerate under her palms. She grabbed his tshirt in her fists pushing herself more into his back. Arjun grabbed her hands and loosened them enough for him to turn around. Arohi pulled him back and rested her head on his chest. She felt Arjun rest his cheek on her head as they both swayed to an unheard tune in their minds.

Arohi turned her face and kissed Arjuns chest on his tshirt. Arjun reacted instantly. Bending down, he put one arm behind her knees and lifted her in his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he placed her on the mattress, coming down besides her. Arjun put a finger on Arohis forehead, dragging it down to her nose, lips, chin, neck. Arohi closed her eyes and snapped them open the next moment as they heard a knock.

They both sat up immediately and Arohi pressed Arjuns hand, asking him to not flare up. She got off the bed and opened the door. Dadi stood there with an apologetic smile on her face.

"Sorry puttar. Itni raat ko disturb kiya tujhe."

Arohi looked back at Arjun. Thankfully he was not scowling, infact he looked a bit ashamed to see his dadi apologise. It was high time he realised how much he had been snapping at everyone. Relieved, she turned back to dadi.

"Arre nahi dadi. Kahiye na. Kya baat hai? Andar aaiye…"

"Nai puttar. Mein bas tujhse poochna chahti thi ki agar tu kal busy nahi hai toh mein tujhe shopping le jaana chahti hu. Tu chalegi kal mere saath?"

"Haannn dadi. Of course mein chalungi. Sirf kal mujhe bua ke saath naye shaadi ke venue jaana hai toh afternoon mein jasakte hain. Is that ok?"

"Koi nahi puttar. Kal dopahar ko chalenge. Shaam ko party haina. Toh baad mein nahi jaapayenge. Kal 2 baje, thikey?" Arohi nodded her head smiling and dadi left the lovebirds after wishing them goodnight.

Arohi shut the door and came back to the bed. She was confused to see Arjun get off the bed and walk to his cupboard. Pulling out a box, wrapped in silver wrapping paper and a red bow, he walked up to Arohi and handed it to her. Arohi took it but with a question mark on her face.

"Woh… uss din mall mein jab hum miley they… tab maine ye kharida tha tumhare liye. I was hoping if you can wear it in tomorrows party… if you like it."

Arohi did not wait for Arjun to finish. She tore the wrapping like an excited child with his first birthday gift, and opened the box. A classy black and white polka dot saree with red pallu and a glittery black halter neck blouse lay inside. Arohi kept the box on the bed and lifted the blouse and saree and inspected it. Her eyes were animated and a wide smile adorned her lips as she checked the soft sheer saree which was modern as well as sexy. She kept it on her shoulder and turned to the mirror to check herself out. Happy with the results, she turned around and threw herself in Arjuns arms.

"I love it I love it I love it!!!" Arjun fell back on the bed as his wife launched herself at him. Laughing loudly, he held her on top of him. Arohi leaned down and smacked an open mouthed wet kiss on his cheek. Pulling back she grinned at him and sat up to pack the saree and blouse in the box. Arjun got up, watching her actions with anticipation.

"Toh… tum ye… *clears his throat*… party mein… pehnogi?"

Arohi continued to pack her gift and got up to keep it back in her cupboard. "Of course pehnungi." As she turned around after shutting the cupboard, she stopped to see Arjun standing right in front of her. He walked towards her till she was back against the cupboard. They both were transported back to a similar situation in the past when Arjun had tried to seduce Arohi to take her attention away from Dhondu and had almost kissed her. They had come a long way since then but Arohi could still feel the same butterflies in her stomach and she still found Arjun equally dangerous. Arohi tried to move sideways and go from there. She stopped in shock as she felt Arjun grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back.

Just like he had done then.

The moment she was back against the cupboard, Arjun loosened his grip on her hair but cupped her head. Pulling her close, by placing his other arm around her, Arjun crashed his lips on hers. Anxiety, thrill and passion made Arohi completely let go of herself as she instantly opened her mouth without waiting for Arjun to ask her permission. Arjun grabbed her hair in his fist again and twisted her head to dive in deeper. Arohis nails anchored themselves on Arjuns shoulders as the kiss became more and more hot. Arjun smiled against her lips at the bittersweet pain created in his body by the one woman who was his life. Arohis hands went lower and they started travelling upwards after they reached the hem of his tshirt and slipped inside it.

Arjuns heart jerked as her felt her soft hands against his naked skin, bunching his tshirt upwards, exposing his torso in the process. Arjun loved this part, where his wife took control and initiative knowing exactly what he liked. Or perhaps he liked everything that she did. He did not know, and neither did he care!

Arohi broke the kiss and lifted Arjuns tshirt over his head, throwing it in a corner. She walked Arjun back to the bed till he fell backwards, as his knees touched the edge. Arjun crawled back towards the headboard and Arohi followed him on all fours like a cat. They both simulatneously laid down on the bed and Arohi covered Arjuns bare chest with small sensual kisses.

Arjun was growing restless now, with Arohi laying on him, holding his hands as she continued to shower her love. Her long hair were spread out on his naked torso, tickling him. Arohis hands travelled to his chest to explore more and Arjun seized the chance. His hands swiftly removed her top before she could come back from the passionate mist that she was lost in. As Arohi realised what happened, her eyes widened. Arjun held her and swiftly turned her on her back with him on top of her. Looking into her shy eyes, he reached over to the side table, grabbed the remote control and switched off the lights.

The room plunged into darkness as two people continued to light the fire of passion which would put the teachers of kamasutra to shame.

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