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Part 93

Khushi, dressed in a beautiful pink-red silk sari, adorned her hair with a string of jasmine flowers that Arnavji had gathered for her and she had strung together. She straightened her bindi, and applied sindoor to her maang. She was done.

She turned around to leave the room and stopped short.

Arnavji was standing near the door, his hot, molten chocolate eyes running over her from head to toe.

Khushi didn't have to ask him if she looked OK. His bedroom eyes revealed their appreciation loudly. His intent gaze was already anticipating the night ahead when they would be alone in their room, basking in the moonlight and the scent of jasmine and other flowers that he grew in his garden.

Khushi blushed. Arnav smiled.

He walked up to her, his eyes taking in every aspect of her loveliness, caressing her face and form with his gaze, loving the hint of red on her cheeks...

He ran a loving finger down her cheek, bringing it to rest against the edge of her lips that trembled.

"Khushi!", he murmured.

She lifted fluid eyes to his, her eyes revealing her love for him.

He lifted her chin with his warm finger, bending his head to taste the tempting curve of her lips.

Trembling, Khushi shut her eyes, waiting for the touch of his lps against hers eagerly.

"Chotey! Khushiji! Aren't you coming down? The guests have started arriving for the Sangeet!", Anjali's excited voice came from without the door.

Khushi took one look at the chagrined look on Arnavji's face, and burst out laughing.

"Has rahi ho?", Arnav asked her, one eyebrow up in the air.

Khushi tried to stifle her chuckles.

"Let me see if you will still be laughing later this evening!", Arnav whispered his threat in her ear, kissing it softly.

Khushi blushed and left the room in a hurry.

NK, Akash, Arnav, Anand, & the boys from Omkar had helped HP and Gopi Kakka decorate the house with thousands of strings of fairy lights, diyas, flower chains in many hues, big, sweet-smelling floral arrangements etc. Professional decorators had taken over the stage and the entrance to the house, making lavish use of pink and dark blue to create a magical world of fun & gaiety.

"Naniji, this is Kitty Singhania, and her daughters, Shefali and Shradda.", Rani introduced her family friend who had travelled all the way from Sydney to take part in NK's wedding.

The lady and her daughters greeted Naniji politely, and received a warm welcome in return.

"This is Ritesh Gandhi, his wife, Kajal, & their son, Siddharth."

"This is Mridul Sinha and her daughter, Monica."

The introductions went on and on till Rani reached the last family. "Naniji, this is Pink Geelani and her daughter, Coco."

Naniji looked carefully at the girl with the miniscule choli and the strange name, but greeted her & her mother warmly. "Namaste. I am very happy that you have come here today to share in our happiness."

"Hello!", drawled Coco, bored out of her skull.

Pinky looked anxiously at her man-mad daughter.

Coco looked around. This place was crawling with old budda-buddies. Was there no one below 30 in this house?

What a bunch of weirdos! That fat cow who kept on bleating Hai Re Nandkisore! That loud lady who kept on mixing English and Hindi! The way in which everyone fawned over the tall thin man, calling him Baba and Babaji! And the way in which they introduced the man called Gopi Kakka to everyone! You would think he was a millionaire rather than a servant!

The whole family freaked her out. Big time.

The man with the specs was handsome, but he seemed besotted with his wife who was plump & not in the least fashionable!

NK, the only guy here who was personable, knew too much about her to give her the time of the day. She fiddled impatiently with the thin dupatta of her lehenga and very short choli and turned around.

Her breath stopped.

An M&B hero, all tall, dark, & handsome walked into the house as though he owned it. He removed his sunglasses in a fluid motion, whispering something to the servant who had taken a packet from his hand. His head held high, uncaring of the rest of the world, his face set in arrogant lines, he walked up the stairs and disappeared.

Arnav strode up the steps, his hand patting his pocket carefully. Yes, it was there. He hoped no one would notice his arrival and stop him from reaching Khushi who was helping Aarti dress.

He knocked on Aarti's door.

Khushi opened it.

"Aap!", she was pleasantly shocked.

Arnav caught hold of her arm and pulled her out of the room.

"I went out to get some red grapes and strawberries for Amma."

Khushi gasped. "Her fruits! They were over! Arnavji! I didn't notice."

"It is OK. You were busy. HP told me about it. So..so along with them, I got something for you."

Khushi's eyes brightened up. "Kya?", she asked, eager to know.

Arnav smiled. He put his hand into his pocket and brought out a small brown cover. He held it out to her.

She took it, & opened it.

"Channa!", she exclaimed, her face lit with joy.

She took a couple of channa out of the cover, and held them to Arnavji's lips. He opened his mouth and chewed on them. She popped a couple into her mouth.

She asked, "Shukriya! How did you know I wanted to have channa?"

Arnav smiled. "I read that pregnant women have cravings. So I'"

She looked around. There was no one there. She whispered, "I like channa, but I crave only you, Arnav Singh Raizada!"

Arnav stared at her, his eyes wide.

She quickly dropped a kiss on his cheek, and smiling at his happy but shocked face, darted into Aarti's room to help her with the lehenga.

Arnav went to his room with a fond smile on his face.

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Smita,😊

Here is my interpretation for the Part 93.

INSTINCT...the innate fixed pattern or behavior in response to certain stimuli ...propensity in human beings to act without conscious intention, innate compulsion ...unconscious skill, intuition

"Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored"

~ Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair At Styles

Khushi, dressed in a beautiful pink-red silk sari, adorned her hair with a string of jasmine flowers that Arnavji had gathered for her and she had strung together. She straightened her bindi, and applied sindoor to her maang. She was done.

She turned around to leave the room and stopped short.

Arnavji was standing near the door, his hot, molten chocolate eyes running over her from head to toe.

"I'm a little bit more

In love with you

Each morning

When I wake up.

I'm a little bit more

In love with you"

Khushi didn't have to ask him if she looked OK. His bedroom eyes revealed their appreciation loudly. His intent gaze was already anticipating the night ahead when they would be alone in their room, basking in the moonlight and the scent of jasmine and other flowers that he grew in his garden.

Khushi blushed. Arnav smiled.

He walked up to her, his eyes taking in every aspect of her loveliness, caressing her face and form with his gaze, loving the hint of red on her cheeks...

"Every time

You walk into the

Room...

I'm a little bit more

In love with you"

He ran a loving finger down her cheek, bringing it to rest against the edge of her lips that trembled.

"Khushi!", he murmured.

"Every time

You say my

Name.

I'm a little bit more

In love with you"

She lifted fluid eyes to his, her eyes revealing her love for him.

He lifted her chin with his warm finger, bending his head to taste the tempting curve of her lips.

Trembling, Khushi shut her eyes, waiting for the touch of his lips against hers eagerly.

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?"

I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back"

~Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

"Chotey! Khushiji! Aren't you coming down? The guests have started arriving for the Sangeet!", Anjali's excited voice came from without the door.

Khushi took one look at the chagrined look on Arnavji's face, and burst out laughing.
"Hope is not a dream, but a way of making dreams become a beautiful reality"

"Has rahi ho?", Arnav asked her, one eyebrow up in the air.

Khushi tried to stifle her chuckles.
"Let me see if you will still be laughing later this evening!", Arnav whispered his threat in her ear, kissing it softly.

"Happiness is not something readymade. It comes from your own actions" ~ Dalai Lama XI

Khushi blushed and left the room in a hurry.

With the help of NK, Akash, Arnav, Anand and the boys from Omkar, HP and Gopi Kakka decorated the house with thousands of strings of fairy lights, diyas, flower chains in many hues, big, sweet-smelling floral arrangements etc. Professional decorators had taken over the stage and the entrance to the house, making lavish use of pink and dark blue to create a magical world of fun & gaiety. The entire decoration had a personal touch.

Rani introduced to Nani their friends who had travelled all the way from Sydney to take part in NK's wedding.

"Naniji, this is Kitty Singhania, and her daughters, Shefali and Shradda

The lady and her daughters greeted Naniji politely, and received a warm welcome in return.

"This is Ritesh Gandhi, his wife, Kajal, & their son, Siddharth."

"This is Mridul Sinha and her daughter, Monica."

The introductions went on and on till Rani reached the last family. "Naniji, this is Pink Geelani and her daughter, Coco."

"I am prepared to meet anyone, but whether anyone is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter" ~ Mark Twain

Naniji looked carefully at the girl with the miniscule choli and the strange name, but greeted her & her mother warmly. "Namaste. I am very happy that you have come here today to share in our happiness."

"If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also" ~ Russian Proverb

"Hello!", drawled Coco, bored out of her skull.

Pinky looked anxiously at her man-mad daughter.

"Visits always give pleasure - if not the arrival, the departure ~ Portuguese Proverb

Coco looked around. This place was crawling with old budda-buddies. Was there no one below 30 in this house?

"The greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances" ~ Martha Washington

What a bunch of weirdos! That fat cow who kept on bleating Hai Re Nandkisore! That loud lady who kept on mixing English and Hindi! The way in which everyone fawned over the tall thin man, calling him Baba and Babaji! And the way in which they introduced the man called Gopi Kakka to everyone! You would think he was a millionaire rather than a servant!

"Don't waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear"~ Paulo Coelho

The whole family freaked her out. Big time.

The man with the specs was handsome, but he seemed besotted with his wife who was plump & not in the least fashionable!

"Life is 10 percent what you make it

and 90 percent how you take it" ~Irving Berlin

NK, the only guy here who was personable, knew too much about her to give her the time of the day. She fiddled impatiently with the thin dupatta of her lehenga and very short choli and turned around.

"It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body"

~ Charlaine Harris, Dead Until Dark

Her breath stopped.

An M&B hero, all tall, dark and handsome walked into the house as though he owned it. He removed his sunglasses in a fluid motion, whispering something to the servant who had taken a packet from his hand. His head held high, uncaring of the rest of the world, his face set in arrogant lines, he walked up the stairs and disappeared.

"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be"

~ Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

Arnav strode up the steps, his hand patting his pocket carefully. Yes, it was there. He hoped no one would notice his arrival and stop him from reaching Khushi who was helping Aarti dress.

He knocked on Aarti's door.

Khushi opened it.

"Aap!", she was pleasantly shocked.

Arnav caught hold of her arm and pulled her out of the room.

"I went out to get some red grapes and strawberries for Amma."

Khushi gasped. "Her fruits! They were over! Arnavji! I didn't notice."

"Only you, with your generous heart, could warm

my world with so much love..."

"It is OK. You were busy. HP told me about it. So..so along with them, I got something for you."

Khushi's eyes brightened up. "Kya?", she asked, eager to know.

"Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it" ~ Lou Holtz

Arnav smiled. He put his hand into his pocket and brought out a small brown cover. He held it out to her.

She took it, & opened it.

"Channa!", she exclaimed, her face lit with joy.

"Only you, with your gift for understanding, could know my deepest feelings, even when I can't find the words..."

She took a couple of channa out of the cover, and held them to Arnavji's lips. He opened his mouth and chewed on them. She popped a couple into her mouth.

She asked, "Shukriya! How did you know I wanted to have channa?"

"Soul-mates are people who bring out the best in you. They are not perfect but are always perfect for you"

Arnav smiled. "I read that pregnant women have cravings. So I..."

She looked around. There was no one there. She whispered, "I like channa, but I crave only you, Arnav Singh Raizada!"

Arnav stared at her, his eyes wide.

"Only you, with your steady, gentle ways, could bring such peace and sweetness to my days, and such tenderness to my nights. Only you, only us, for always"

She quickly dropped a kiss on his cheek, and smiling at his happy but shocked face, darted into Aarti's room to help her with the lehenga.

"Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence"

~ Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come

Arnav went to his room with a fond smile on his face.

"A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,

A song is no song 'til you sing it,

And love in your heart

Wasn't put there to stay -

Love isn't love

'Til you give it away"

~ Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, "You Are Sixteen"

Arnav Singh Raizada and his wife are intuitive of each other's presence when in the vicinity. For them it's the case of,

"A hundred hearts would be too few

To carry all my love for you"

Their instinct is to spend all their personal time with one another. We see in this update how Arnav, who had been watching his wife giving finishing touches to her dressing up, comes towards his wife with his gut instinct to adore her! He knows she is his and only his to take. Likewise, Khushi too harbours the same feelings!

This instinct of theirs has been a balm to their lonely hearts.

"It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves" ~ John Bulwer

It has soothed them, it has healed them and it has given a new dimension to their life together! This sublimate instinct has transformed Arnav Singh Raizada the business tycoon, who was breathing only his work into a family man.

Then we come across the instinct of Anjali Dwivedi nee Singh Raizada!, and her instinct of being present or calling out at inopportune moments, much to the chagrin of Arnav!, and laughter of Khushi. This immediately evokes a promise of retribution later from Arnav!

Devayani Singh Raizada, the matriarch of the house, is a loving Lady. Her instinct is always to welcome people into their fold. Her instinct, when introduced to the guests from Sydney, is to make them welcome. When she is introduced to a young girl named Coco, she keeps her counsel to herself and greets them warmly.

Coco's mother's instinct was to be apprehensive of her daughter's man-mad behavior.

Coco's instinct is to search for any handsome guy in the crowd. Failing to spot one she shows the attitude of being bored! But the second her eyes fall on the tall, dark and handsome Arnav Singh Raizada, her predatory instinct gets honed.

The instinct of Khushi is to apologize for not being aware of running out of the fruits required for Kamala Mishra's convalesence. She being the eldest daughter-in-law takes this lapse seriously.

Arnav's instinct is to get the job on hand done, irrespective of, the nature of work.

His instinct of understanding that Khushi must be having cravings in her pregnancy leads him to bring her favorite channas.

In reciprocation to his sweet gesture Khushi's instinct is to thank him verbally and follow it with a kiss, thus taking him unaware! He was extremely pleased with the return gift for channas!

"Love means nothing in tennis, but it's everything in life"

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

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lovely updates!!! commenting for the last 3... a full shaadi wala mahol and loved the teases , the happiness and loved Arnav being so understanding😆 and bringing all the couples together amidst all business.

Now this Coco😡 is scaring me 😕

Damn the ArHi scenes are Olalala Muah !

omg,,,arhi scenes loved it ya :):) coco...waiting to see what s gonna happen next !!!

very cute part...

Looks like Coco is going to have her hair pulled out!

great part
this coco seems like trouble
continue soon