Smitar's: Finding Khushi #12 Last Part Pg32 (11/7) - Page 11

"Love is a partnership of two unique people who bring out the very best in each other, and who know that even though they are wonderful as individuals, they are even better together"

~ Barbara Cage

a great chapter x

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Section 4 of Part 45.

While Arnav tried to imbibe the sweetness of her smiling lips, Khushi in a move as quick as a wink, swiped the duvet from him, wrapping it around her, ran towards the ensuite bathroom. Pulling a funny face and giggling over her act, she shut the door and locked herself. An astonished Arnav sat on the bed deprived of the warmth of the blanket, felt the chill air of the morning sweeping over his body without a stitch. Quickly jumping out of bed, he wrapped a towel around his waist taken from the almirah. His next target was to get the bathroom door open. He focused his Harvard (Oye! Haridwar) sharpened brain to the problem at hand. Spying her suitcase in the corner, a smile lurked on his lips. Rummaging through her case he pulled out a set of her clothes out. Shuffling through her belongings he took out a few necessary items and within a few seconds he was knocking at the bathroom door. Khushi called out, that she was not going to open the door and she had won, jumping up and down wild with joy, uncaring of the twitching muscles all through her body.

Arnav hiding his smirk, sounding as innocent as he could, just like a wolf in sheep's clothing told her, that she had won. But what was she doing over there in the bathroom without her toothbrush and clothes? Khushi realized her folly and her mouth fell open. She thought that it was no wonder, Buaji called her Bhooleshwari Devi, the epitome of forgetfulness! Arnav tried to inveigle his way into the bathroom offering her clothes and brush. Khushi sighed looking at the door and at herself in her birthday suit and grabbing the fluffy white towel wrapping it around like a sarong with soft feet, tiptoed to the door. With her heart pounding like a trip hammer, she unlatched it. Opening it a wee bit, she peeked out with an eye. It made her think, He Devi Maiyya! Arnavji was wearing just a white towel! That too only a white towel slung low over his waist! Her eye ecstatic over what she saw, lingered over his well toned muscular body, and was mesmerized by its magnificence. Arnav looked at the single hazel eye that was perusing him in fascination and with a straight face without giving into the mirth that was bubbling in him, held out her clothes and the other things she needed. Khushi biting her under lip, clutching the front of her impromptu sarong in one hand, she stretched out her other hand through the narrow slit to take her things. Arnav with a casual stride narrowed the gap. Khushi for a sec took her eyes away from his body to her clothes. That was the moment he was waiting. Throwing the clothes on to the side table nearby, caught hold of her arm making Khushi open her mouth with a wide perfect O and her eyes go round like an owl's! Arnav with a smirk asked her, now who won? Khushi whose senses had gone haywire, recovered and cried foul! You have cheated! was her reply. Arnav with a nonchalant look drawled, so what? making Khushi steam up. Arnav with a tug tried to pull her out of the bathroom. Khushi, shocked by his act, whispered, to leave her! Her mind dwelling on the possibility of her towel getting loosened... Arnav being as obstinate as a mule told her, that he wouldn't. Khushi with all her effort tried to pull her arm of out of his grasp. Arnav let go of her making her stagger back into the bathroom. While she was recovering her balance away from the door, with a quick movement at the blink of her eye, Arnav entered and locked it behind him. Khushi looked at Arnav leaning relaxed against the door grinning like a Cheshire cat, with his weight on one foot and the other, crossed and resting on its toes, clad only in a miniscule of a towel that was tucked low over his waist. Khushi's heart beat like a bass drum, and felt jittery under his smoldering gaze. His eyes did a leisurely survey of her sculpted body from head to toe. Her wide eyes that were devouring his body, her unbound tousled hair, her swan like neck with his mangalsutra around it, creamy, satiny shoulders rising above her saronged white towel, her slender shapely legs showing beneath it... his seductive gaze giving out his intention to make love to her until she lost herself, unable to remember anything but him in the throes of passion. Khushi seeing the predatory look in his eyes took a step back each time as Arnav moved closer to her maneuvering so that she was jostled into the shower cubicle.

Anamika woke up feeling, happy as a lark. She felt lighter than ever before. Looking around with a delightful smile dancing on her lips, her eyes fell on the wilted flowers, the remenants of the decorations, rumpled bed, crinkled sheets, clothes strewn all over where Ganesh had flung them off... Anamika sat up covering her front with the sheet, feeling deliriously happy and warm, the blush on her cheeks were like a glow of sunset on a mountain peak. While her eyes sought out for Ganesh, she observed that the door was open but he was nowhere to be seen. Anamika made her way to the floor length mirror with every sinew announcing its presence with a pleasurable ache that was the result of the untiring unleashing of the passion withheld for twenty long years. They had spent a ravishing night of passion, that was rapturous, that had transported them to cloud nine. It was as though they were making up for the lost years. She smiled as she stood by the mirror holding the covers. Her hair was wild, all mussed up, lying in a voluminous cloud like a thick mist of a hill, soft and curling around her shoulders. Her cheeks were were like the rose that had bloomed after a shower of rain, on her neck and shoulders she could feel the imprint of his lips.. She looked bewitching, well loved and felt so too. The very thought of their romp between the sheets made her toes curl and blink back the tears that she felt would spill out. She was now observing the body that she had never loved over the years. She had hated it vehemently and ignored it for years together. She wondered, when had she worn something attractive and dressy before her wedding and stood in front of a mirror and appreciated her looks? Was it before she was eighteen? She felt it was far too distant to remember. She swallowed the fresh ball of tears that formed in her throat. Her heart that had gone as cold as icy mountains had thawed to the warmth of Ganesh's love, like sunbeams that melt the snow caps.It had rejuvenated her life, bringing with it a new zest and a feeling of abandon. Her eyes fell on her hands that was deep red with the colour of mehendi. The thought, what Naniji had said that the deeper the colour of the mehendi, the more her husband loved her, made her smile. She knew that she did not need the mehendi to tell her what her heart had known for 20 years. She looked down at her feet. They too had the reddish orange colour, etched deep and dark in to the skin. The smile widened and hoped it never faded.

Hearing the heavy footfall of Ganesh, Anamika dived into the bed covering herself modestlyand sat waiting for him. Ganesh who entered the room paused with the tray in his hand. He saw that Anamika had woken and with a slight smile that showed his contentment, he walked in and placed the tray with two mugs of steaming coffee by her side and got into bed saying, Coffee, Madam, an exclusive potion made by my own hands, flexing his large hands to emphasize his point. When Anamika chuckled, it received an answering bloom in his lips. With a mug each they sipped their coffee. With the first sip, Anamika complimented his coffee making skill saying, that he brews wonderful stuff. Ganesh acknowledged it with a nod. She admitted to a smiling Ganesh that she used to keep all the stuff needed to brew coffee ready in the studio for him, hoping that every time he came for shooting, he would make some, for her as well all the others. His brand, his equipment, a special black mug for him, and 30 cups all ready... And every time he did oblige. He knew the ruse didn't he? she asked. When Ganesh with delighted chuckle told her that the cups were something of a give away Anamika too joined in.

When they were done laughing, Anamika looked at her pink mug with the words 'My Princess' written on it, making her eyes widen in surprise. Ganesh with a nonchalant shrug told her, that Gaurav and he went shopping before the wedding... as if it was no big deal. But the flush on his face gave away. Anamika imagining the time her son and his Papa shopping for crockery had to bite back the laughter. Looking at the black mug in his hand with words, 'A toad now. On the way to becoming a Prince,' she smiled and placing her mug on the tray, she hugged him hard and kissed him with enthusiasm. Her whispered words, You have always been my prince, only you, made him as happy as a clam and an euphoric Ganesh letting his coffee go cold, showered a rain of kisses on her face.

In the shower cubicle, while Arnav and Khushi were gazing at each other to their heart's content, the water from the shower above was cascading on them rejuvenating their muscles from the aches of pleasure. Holding her close, he murmured, white was her colour, making her breath hitch at the look in his eyes. Whispering over the sound of the water, a jubilant Arnav said, but nothing suits her better, as he unknotted her towel.

This update is about special, close and intimate, jovial persons or consorts. In a phrase, BOON COMPANIONS.

When Arnav tried to have his ambrosia from his wife, in a move stunning him, swiping away the duvet, she ran to the bathroom while covering herself with it. Pulling a funny face and giggling at his expression she locked herself in the bathroom cheerfully putting a break into his early morning ardor. Arnav though out beaten by her, who took him unaware, planned jolly retaliation. Noting that she had not taken her necessities to freshen up, he collected all the necessary items from her case and banged on her door. When Khushi told him that she had won, hiding a smirk he conceded it to be so and asked her, what about her clothes and her toiletries and told her, he had it and to take it from him. Khushi quickly using a towel as a sarong covering herself, opened the door a tiny bit to be able to see him whether he had her clothes with him. Her eyes spied on his bare torso with a miniscule of a towel slung over his hips mesmerizing her. His Adonis look along with a lean body and rippling muscles, making him look like a Greek God who had come down from Mount Olympus itself, had her hitch her breath. Noting and enjoying her special fascination towards him and his body, putting on a straight face, he held out her clothes. Khushi was forced to take it. The second her eyes focused on her clothes and held out her hand, he tossed them on to a side table and caught hold of her arm. Not withstanding her cries of foul, he tugged at her hand, making her pull back with greater force. Suddenly letting her go, he let her loose her balance and as she staggered backwards to enable herself to gain her bearings, he entered the room and locked it. It was a jolly good attempt of diverting Khushi from her goal and gaining access to the bathroom. His barely clad body along with his eyes devouring her had her senses reeling. His eyes showed every intention of ravishing her till she melted down into a pool of sensations. Khushi understanding his intentions tried to put distance between the two, when he started his predatory moves, but it was in vain. He had her cornered into the shower cubicle. It was an intimate merry act done in a convivial atmosphere, oozing with the heat of passion.

When Anamika woke up, there was a thrill running in her veins that made her look around with bright eager eyes searching for the reason for her feeling fresh. She could not see Ganesh but found that the door was open. Looking at herself in the floor length mirror for the first time in years, she found that she made a rosy picture of a woman who was thoroughly loved. The tell-tale signs of the passionate night on her body enhanced her feelings. It made her wonder as to why she had hated her body and ignored it! Her sensuous nature and the feelings that she had abhorred as a flaw and a liability were in fact an asset and one worth nurturing with Ganesh as her boon companion. With him by her side her world was filled with cheerfulness, friendliness and of course, unlimited passion. Even during the intimate moments he was kindness and graciousness personified, making her forget about her past and imprinting only the pleasant feelings of the present in its place. He was someone special made exclusively for her. The color of her Mehendi too reinforced this thought of hers. Hearing the footfalls of the heavy man, covering herself modestly with a sheet, she waited for him. When he handed her a mug of coffee and joined her in bed, sipping the brew she complimented on his ability to make a mean brew and told him how much she had always waited in her studio for this brew he makes. She had set handy, all the necessities for his preparation and he was always kind and gracious enough to oblige. Not only she but all the rest in the studio were eager fans of this brew. Ganesh knew it, even though he was never told so, by the number of cups placed. The mug, that had 'My Princess' told her how much he valued having her in his life. His confession that he had bought it during one of his shopping expeditions with Gaurav before the wedding, had her cheerfully enjoy the merriment imagining the two men in her life together shopping. His mug with 'A toad now. On the way to becoming a Prince.' made her kiss him senseless saying that he was always her prince and it was only him in her life who could be so. Her burst of passion made him forget his brew and he thought of nothing else but her and gave in to his passion. They, the boon companions, found salvation in the arms of each other.

With water from the shower spout cascading over them, thoroughly drenched, still unaware of the fact, both Arnav and Khushi were entranced in a world of their own. Arnav told Khushi that in the white make shift sarong she looked absolutely gorgeous, but he preferred her wearing only a smile. These two wait for opportunity, find opportunity and make opportunity to give in to their passion and every such opportunity is festive for them. They are always in tandem with one another. They are special and loving one another was surely meant to be. They are the boon companions.

"The simple truth is sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people"

~ Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One

That is why this is titled BOON COMPANIONS.

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