Smitar's: Loving Khushi #2 LINK to#3 on Pg 1(13/8) - Page 29

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Section 3 of Part 4.

This update is about an attack or incursion to obtain something; a raid, go to the place into which one is forbidden. In a word, FORAY.

Hearing Arnav's query, what happened Khushi? Got scared, is it? she glared at him. When Arnav extended his arm to help her get up, Khushi gazed at his hand and then at his eyes that were twinkling with mirth and naughty thoughts. Deciding to give it a royal ignore, she got up under her own steam, giving her hip bone a good rub. Arnav withdrew his hand but she saw the smile was lingering on his lips like an unwanted guest. Khushi flipped her head sending her bangs that were stroking her cheeks flying off in a wave and asked Scared? That too of him? Her peeved up face, her uneven breathing like a deer that was driven hard to bay and her flippant words made Arnav smile. He was enjoying the incursion he was making into her fortress of denial. Arnav tried to confirm whether she stood by what she said of not being afraid of him. When she affirmed, he asked her to prove it by coming to bed. His husky voice that was making her heart flip, was coursing through her like running rivers on their course alone, making her want to moan while her mind wanted to be left alone. He was on a systematic pillage spree. Khushi knew that the dare was a lure, just like spider inviting the fly to its parlour. Once that thought came to her, she moved away from the bed in a quick movement and reposed on the chaise longue declaring that is where she would spend the night. Arnav in a tone as resolute as an iron told her that she won't. Khushi without heeding his words, turned away from him settling comfortably over there. Arnav in a move, as swiftly as birds that skim the air, strode to her and scooped her up in one sweep. Her demand to leave her alone and all the squirming and flailing legs helplessly in the air came to a naught. Before she knew, Arnav had gently deposited her on his side of the bed with her head resting on his pillow. As she tried to get up, Arnav sat by her blocking her move by placing his hands on either side. Khushi with wary eyes looked at him as her head fell back against the pillow. Looking at her face, beauteous as the silver moon and taking the utmost pleasure from it, he kissed her forehead whispering against her skin, Khushi, I love you. His words that conveyed his thoughts, his voice that conveyed his feelings, hit her, marauding her senses in a trice, surged through her like neap tides making her pulse quiver and feel the tremble. Calling out her name, he tried to entice her to respond to his words, what he knew was true, but she remained stubbornly mute. She knew this assault was ransacking her and with great determination she had to keep a grip on her oscillating mind. While she remained so, Arnav told her she can remain silent as much as she wants to but her eyes, those lovely lamps, windows of her soul do speak to him. His claim had her horrified and she watched his serious eyes. Unnerved by the feeling, that he was penetrating deep into her soul, her eyes quickly skittered away from his and half veiled it with her long lashes. Arnav murmured throatily that she could hide her eyes from him, but she cannot hide her breathing. Her breathlessness was a giveaway. He was stripping her off all her shields and revealing her true self. A bewildered Khushi stared at him, trying to hold her breath. Not being very successful, she tried to breathe slowly, drawing deep breaths in to her lungs. Confounding her, with words laced with laughter, he said that she could control her breathing, but what about her heartbeats? Why was it racing? Why was her heart fluttering like a fan when he was near? Khushi, in a wink, clutched her heart with her soft and delicate hand, furious with herself. What could she do even when her heart was favouring him? He was all set to plunder and his raid was weakening her defense. She turned away on her sides, to hide her eyes, her breathing, and her heart from him. Arnav with a smile, like the sun in his glory on the bud, crawled in to the bed and curled himself around her. Winding his arms around her, clasped her hands in his and gently splayed her hands entwining his long fingers with her dainty ones, like vines. A hitched up Khushi, lay still.

Suddenly the dark clouds, like hooded monks, chanted with drops of rains. Speeding its pace, quelled the parched earth of its thirst, sending out the refreshing scent of the Mother Earth to waft on the wind. Leaves were twisting and twirling while the branches were swinging to the lashings of the rain and the wind. The sky was making an attempt to meet the earth.

While the nature was quenching the thirst of the earth, Arnav lay on his bed curled around his wife, his hand in hers. Darkness encompassed them like a cloak with the pitter patter of the raindrops singing them a lullaby and rocking them. For Arnav, it was the pleasantest thing and a blissful situation. Arnav's thoughts lingered on thinking that this was all he wanted, to be happy in life, with her hand in his, moments of togetherness in their own small and secluded world. This was what he needed. As soon as Shyam was kicked out and Di's life was settled, he could hope for some khushi in his. As a streak of lightning blazed across the dark sky, followed by a clap of earth shattering thunder, Khushi, who always clung to her Jiji at such times, pulled her hand out of Arnavji's, turned and threw herself in to his arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, trembling like a flame blown by the wind. With a beaming smile, he tenderly gathered her into the warmth of his arms. His night was spent mostly savouring the sweet warmth of the lovely bundle in his arms, cuddling her close to his heart and dropping kisses on her hair, while she trembled like dew on the leaves. The thunderstorm had succeeded to send the fly into spider's parlour. This was one foray that had yielded results beyond his expectation so soon. Together they made their foray into their own world, their choti si duniya.

That is why this update is titled, FORAY.

"Determination, effort, and practice are rewarded with success"

~ Mary Lydon Simonsen, The Perfect Bride for Mr. Darcy

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Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Section 1 of Part 5.

This update is about support, strengthening, propping up. The word is BOLSTER.

As decided, the doctors visited four times the next day and drastic improvement in Anjali's health was found. Everyone was happy with the progress. Arnav relieved the services of the nurse and paid her triple the decided amount. He cleared the house of all the outsiders as he did not want to air their dirty laundry in public. Khushi had been to her Devi Maiyya's temple and prayed for Anjaliji, Arnavji and the fruition of their plan and returned home to cook lunch. Nani, Payal and Mami spent the day with Anjali. When she asked Nani the whereabouts of the nurse, as she could not see her around, Nani giving Mami and Payal a telling glance told her, that Chotey had relieved off nurse's services as Bitiyaa was much better now and there was no need for her presence. Anjali with a frown said that she had not found her cell phone yet. Nani, trying to smile at her asked her not to worry, as she must have misplaced it. Anjali was insistent on that matter saying that she had never misplaced or lost anything in the house till then, until the nurse came over to look after her. Frowning at the thought, Anjali asked does she think the nurse was in any way connected with the missing phone? The rest could only glance at each other. The girl had come over just to help them out and now was being doubted for her integrity, for something that she had no clue about. Nani, not wanting to blame the girl without any reason told Anjali ambiguously, who knows. Only Devi Maiyya would be able to sift the truth from falsehood and no one will be able to hide their sins from her all knowing eyes. Nani was talking about the bubble that was surrounding Anjali. She was shoring up both her grandson Arnav, in his quest to expose the crook as well as her granddaughter Anjali, seeking solace. Anjali was living in a dream world where every lie looked like a truth and everything her husband did looked like a loving gesture. In her insecurity that had been dwelling in her due to her past and her physical challenges, she had cocooned herself against her one folly, the folly of falling into the charms exuded by Shyam Manohar Jha. Now, it was left to her brother, Arnav Singh Raizada, to open her eyes by reinforcing his argument that Shyam had taken them for a ride and he was not Parameshwar as envisioned by her but a crook with an evil bent of mind abetted by his legal brains. Arnav, while exposing Shyam was cushioning his Di with the support of his family from the effects of his deeds that would affect her very being right now. In this, his family was aiding them both. That was what that would strengthen them. This was one tempering that Anjali had to go through for her folly of letting Shyam inveigle into the family.

When Arnav called Shyam in the evening after the doctor had visited for the fourth time that day, it was answered at the second ring as though he had been expecting the call like a fiery steed that anticipates the course, and pants to hear the sprightly signal to start him for the goal. It reinforced Shyam's belief that things were in place as planned, even though he had not received any calls from his treasury house a.k.a. Anjali Jha. Saale Sahab, what had made him to be thought of now, came the odious voice over the phone. His hollow words and lip devotion boosted Arnav all the more in his endeavour to expose the evil Shyam in front of his Di. Arnav, all turkey-red, managed to gulp down his choler sufficiently to utter some syllables and said, Di.. Di is very sick. She wants to see him. His words made Shyam smug, give out an exultant smile, and think that his brilliant plan had been extremely effective and his Rani Sahiba had played her part perfectly by starving herself for him. He was buoyed by those words. When Arnav stated that she had not had a morsel in two days, Shyam's mind went to the fabled pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Saale Sahab and his Di were the bridge to procure his pot of gold. Shyam beamed scenting victory in the vicinity. Arnav using a tone that showed his reluctance, he asked Shyam haltingly, to come over and be with his Di. A triumphant Shyam with an evil smirk and with self satisfaction thought that the three years of his life invested in Arnav's limping Di were going to pay him rich dividends. This was what had sustained him. Looking around at his spartan living conditions, in a rented room at a lower income group locality in Delhi, he deliberated that he was born for better things, to live in the lap of luxury without having to lift a finger, spouting romantic nonsense in the ears of his Rani Sahiba and fooling large sums out of her. The request from Arnav, helped him in upholding his belief that his place was in Raizada Mansion and nowhere else. It buttressed his self image that he was destined for greatness and wealth without even breaking a sweat. Shyam having a self-satisfied smirk of a man who knew he was in power, and enjoying it drawled out, that his Saale Sahab's wish was his command. A wry smile twisted on his lips with the knowledge that Arnav let himself be manipulated by his Di into inviting Shyam back home. He gloated to himself as to what did Arnav know of his prowess, his brains, his sharp wit, his legal mind that could see loop holes and avenues and at times he could create them too where ordinary mortals could not? He was brought out from his reverie of back patting by Arnav's query, what time could they expect him? Shyam answered at six and he was overwhelmed that his Saale Sahib had seen the light on his erring ways and the ramification of separating his Di from her husband. His intention was to rub salt into the injury but Arnav, not bothering about any of his snide remarks said that they would wait for him and cut the call. The call to Shyam helped Arnav to reinforce the necessity of his actions as well as quick result.

Turning to Khushi who was by his side, Arnav said that, Shyam says he would be here at six but he could be expected at seven. He would deliberately make them wait trying to show his power. As Khushi nodded he said, that he would let Di know and as he turned to leave he asked her to come down to Nani's room to go over the plan once more. Her meek, yes, that was said without much zest made him turn around only to see her face had paled as a candle by the sun and flickered with fear of the outcome of the evening's drama when unfolded. With a long stride he reached her, cupping her face tenderly within his palms, he told her not to worry. He promised that, whatever be the outcome, Shyam will not be allowed to live in this house making Khushi nod. In a soft voice that had a ring of steel in it he said, whether Di accepts the truth about her husband or not, Di would not be living with him anymore. He would get him out of her life. As Khushi just nodded without an oral reply he knew she was still apprehensive and was in need of his support. When he needed her, she was his cushion, as well as his buttress. She had been the one to show him the path leading to light when he was enveloped in darkness and misery. She had buoyed him into action when he was unable to decide what to do. In order to boost her confidence that they could pull it, he told her that she was Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, who was not scared of even Arnav Singh Raizada. When that being the case, was she scared of a creep like Shyam Manohar Jha? Khushi immediately steeled herself and retorted, no, in a tone that was as cold as icy winds. Arnav seeing herself bracing up against Shyam who had tried to tag her as a siren, boosting her confidence said, that was his Khushi. The Khushi who braved the lashing rains and stood in wet clothes refusing the coat and returned it to ASR, the Khushi who cleverly got the work done of getting the measurements of male models, the Khushi who dared to challenge the arrogant Laad Governor at every step. Every word he uttered was an accolade to her power of resilience, her ability to overcome hardship, her daring nature to face things and not shy away and also his love for her, admiring her tenacity, her zest and her doggedness. Every word was an endearment. His way of boosting her confidence when it was down with apprehension made it impossible for Khushi to do anything but smile. Her smile, as wide as the ocean, made him smile, like sunlight in a rippling sea. Feeling light hearted he swooped down to kiss her bright cheek, as soft and pure as a wild rose in its bloom.

This update it is the strengthening of beliefs, be it Arnav, Khushi, Shyam, Anjali, Nani or the rest. As iron sharpens iron, one person sharpens the other.

That is why it is titled BOLSTER.

"There is little difference in people,

But a little difference makes a big difference.

The little difference is attitude.

The big difference is whether it is positive or negative"

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