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Part 1
Khushi fingered her many colourful, eye-blinding suits hanging in the wardrobe she shared with Arnavji. What to wear for Janmashtami pooja, she wondered. Her lips curved downwards. Whatever she wore, Dadi would still scowl at her. Her hand reached for a yellow suit. As she took it out of the row, her eyes fell on the red sari that Arnavji had gifted her on her birthday. Her lips widened in a smile. Gifted was the wrong word. He had forced it on her. After all, it was his choice, the colour he liked, his money that had paid for it... And...and he had wanted to see her wearing it.
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Her heart had skipped a beat as he had said this in his husky voice. But still she had managed to refuse him. With great difficulty.
She pulled
the sari out of its place. It was beautiful, red with lots of stones and beads
worked into its borders. She ran her hand over it. She loved it. And he had bought
it for her.
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She smiled.She pulled a matching blouse out, and went to change.
Arnav had never enjoyed a Janmashtami more. All day, he had followed Khushi around, teasing her, scaring her about their impending Suhaag Raat, loving the terrified look in her lovely eyes, trying to make her admit that she was scared and wanted out... Aman and his work, Indore and his clients, his meetings and his laptop were all forgotten in his pursuit of his wife. He looked around. The house looked gorgeous, the fragrance of flowers perfuming the air. Helpers scurried around setting the final arrangements in place. Di, Payal, Mami, & Akash were missing. Khushi had vanished. NK was coming up the stairs.
"He Nannav!", NK greeted him, a smile on his face. "How come you haven't changed your clothes yet? Don't you want to look khurafat (rubbish) for Khushiji? Eh? Eh?", he teased.
"Khubsoorat (beautiful)!", bit out Arnav.
"It is all the same.", said a happily unaware NK.
"Where is Khushi?", Arnav asked, his patience at an end.
"In your room, getting ready. Naniji sent Di, Payal Bhabi, Akash, Khushiji, & Maasi up to dress for the function."
Arnav turned and walked away, leaving NK wide-eyed, wondering what had put that naughty glint in ghhooosawala Nannav's eyes.
Arnav walked into his bedroom, taking care to lock the door after him. He knew that she was in there, somewhere. His eyes went to the bathroom. The door was open. She was not hiding in there. His eyes looked around the seemingly empty room, and stopped at his wardrobe. Had she hidden in it again, among his clothes? A smile played upon his lips. No, she wasn't there. By the pool? But the door to the poolside was locked from the inside. His eyes came to rest on the small bulge in the silk curtains covering the big glass window. No one in his family had ever seen that look of glee in his eyes. He walked towards the curtain, soft-footed, his heart thumping to a mad tune, eager to surprise her.
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He swished the curtain open. She stood before him, dressed in the red sari that he had given her on her birthday. His breath stopped. Her golden skin seemed to glow, its silky beauty heightened by the deep, bright colour of the sari. He looked at her, his eyes running up her body from her feet covered by the graceful pleats bordered by the thick beadwork, up her long legs, the tempting curve of her tiny waist, her heaving chest covered by layers of the sari, her arms hidden by the tiny sleeves of her blouse, up her neck with the betraying rapid pulse, her hands... Her hands? She had covered her face with her hands in the ostrich-like belief that if she couldn't see her Arnavji, her Arnavji wouldn't be able to see her, either!
A laugh bubbled out of his chest as he clasped her hands gently and lowered them. She stole one look at his laughing face, and quickly lowered her eyes. He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"You look beautiful!", he managed thickly.
She blushed.
"This colour looks good on you..."
Her face took on the colour of the sari.
He smiled,
and led her by her arm to sit on the bed. He walked to his locker, and opening
it, took out a couple of jewellery boxes. She watched him as he strode towards
her. Sitting by her, he opened one box. It held a beautiful necklace of pearls
& rubies with matching earrings.
He freed the necklace from its box, and slowly placed it against her neck, admiring the way in which her satin smooth, creamy skin added beauty to the piece. He fastened it, running his fingers over the stones, remembering the days when his mother had worn it, her face wreathed in smiles, her eyes shining with happiness, their house filled with guests, Di smiling and twirling around in her rich lehenga, the air redolent with the smell of delicious food being cooked in the vast kitchen by an army of cooks... He swallowed.
He took out
the earrings, and with her help, inserted them into the piercings in her ears,
and fastened the screws. He opened the next box, took out a pair of pearl &
ruby bangles, and slowly, gently eased them on to her arms.
The jewellery looked as though they had all been made for her, made to adorn her delightful body, made for him to put on and remove...
"They belonged to my mother.", he said. "Now they are yours."
Her eyes opened very wide, and she opened her mouth to refuse his very, very generous gift of his past.
He bent his head and placed a kiss each on her bangles, taking the time to enjoy her reaction to his actions.
Her mouth fell close, helpless against his invidious attack on her senses.
He could feel her limbs trembling, the rapid breathing making the stones in her necklace glimmer and shine, the earrings swing gently... He leant towards her and kissed her earrings, letting his lips linger on the curves of her ears. She sat still, holding her breath.
"Breathe...", he instructed, his head moving towards the necklace. He kissed the necklace, and looking into her wide eyes, gently ran his hand down the fall of her dark, silky, smooth hair.
"Bhai, Khushiji!", came Akash's call. "Di and the others are waiting for you."
Arnav pinched Khushi's chin gently. "Remember, it is our Suhaag Raat tonight!" His wicked eyes delighted in the panic that flooded her at his words. He led her out of their bedroom to the living room where his family was waiting for them.
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