Friday 24 July 2015

228. OS 11. An Uncomplicated Wife (Parts 17-18)

Link to my new short story: Taking Care of You


“I thought I was dreaming when I first saw you," he said.

 “How did you know it was me?” she asked. “I could have been anybody. A thief even.”

He smiled wearily. “I don’t know many thieves who would look at me with anxious eyes and then cry because I was sick,” he mumbled.

Is it possible for love to bloom, sight unseen? Juhi and Abhay are strangers who know each other better than they know themselves. One night changes the equation and the even tenor of their lives and puts all their doubts and fears to rest.


http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ebook-smita-ramachandran-taking-care-you



Link to my first e-novel; A Home for Meenakshi

http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ebook-smita-ramachandran-home-meenakshi

"I love the way you love, Meenu," he whispered, his eyes on hers. "Such loyalty, such passion..."

Meenakshi Sharma, an orphan, lives in Varanasi with her uncle, a chronic bachelor who wants her to become a professional musician. She unwillingly relocates to Delhi to study under a renowned musician for eight months. Staying for rent in the outhouse of the Agrawals, she meets Aditya Agrawal, an attractive young man brooding over the memories of his horrendous past. Pulled between her uncle's expectations of her and Aditya's love for her, Meenakshi struggles with her feelings. How can she disappoint her uncle who had devoted his entire life to her upbringing? How can she pretend to be blind to Aditya's feelings for her? A romance that moves between the alleys of the holy city of Varanasi and the modern city of Delhi.

A blog for my VMs:

http://smitarsvms.blogspot.in/








Part 17



He looked at her image in the mirror, her eyes trained on the towel around his waist. Glad laughter bubbled up inside him, but he took pains to maintain a straight face.

There was much he wanted to do, but there was a wedding next door in an hour or so.






“Khushi,” he called.

Her eyes jumped and reluctantly left his towel to move up to meet his.

“Do you want my towel?” he asked softly.

Her mouth went dry. “No,” she mumbled.

“I can remove it and give it to you if you need it,” he teased with an expressionless face. His hands moved to the knot of the flimsy piece of cloth around his waist.



Khushi got up in a hurry, knocking down the low stool on which she had been sitting. Desiring to spy on him shedding the towel was one thing and having him do a striptease looking into her dazed eyes were two different propositions.

“Hum chalte hein,” she mumbled as she rushed out of the room.

Arnav chuckled soundlessly, his shoulders shaking. Life was fun.




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Arnav looked at Khushi as she served him halwa poori. She deftly avoided meeting his eyes, his open challenge standing between them.

“Sit down by your pati parmeswar, Parmeswari!” Buaji exhorted. “Eat fast and go to Preetho’s house. If you move at your normal pace, Hai Re Nandkisore, you will reach there only in time for Preetho’s first child’s naamkaran!”

All chuckled while Khushi pouted. “I am not so late normally, buaji,” she tried to protest even as she sat down by Arnav.

“Suno, bitwaa,” buaji told Arnav. “Count yourself lucky she reached the mandap on time to marry you. Uski bas chalti na, to you would have remained a bachelor all your life, Nandkisore.”

All laughed.



Khushi stole one cross glance at her husband’s twinkling eyes and smiling lips intending to convey her displeasure through her eyes. But the sight of his sinful lips so distracted her that she lost track of the conversation and her discomfiture. His lips—those delicious lips had touched hers...Her own lips tingled and she parted them.

His eyes lost their laughter and heated up.

“O sanka devi, show mercy on us and eat the halwa poori on your plate,” buaji exclaimed. “Why are you glaring at your husband?”

Khushi and Arnav looked at the family members sitting around the table and flushed slightly.

They quickly finished their repast and joined the rest of the family as they walked to Preetho’s house.




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Khushi looked at Preetho who looked beautiful in her red and green lehenga, sitting by Vikas in his rose-coloured sherwani. Fond memories of their childhood rushed through her head. Khushi smiled as Preetho’s father did her kanyadaan, blinking to clear her eyes of the heart-felt tears that had crept into them.

Arnav held out his stiff, white hanky.

Khushi lifted her head to look at him, her eyes conveying her gratitude. She took it and dabbed at the corners of her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Arnav asked softly, his lips touching the strands of hair at her ear.


Khushi drew in a tear-laden breath and whispered back, “I was thinking of how happy we were.”
“Acha?” he breathed.

Khushi gulped down her tears to explain, “Mishraji scolded me for talking in class and said that a monkey had done my homework because the writing was so illegible.” She drew in a deep breath. “He made me stand up in class for 3 hours. My legs hurt soooo, lekin hum kya kar sakte the? Preetho was so angry with him. She...she...” Her voice dissolved in tears.

Arnav waited.

“She climbed the gauva tree on the way from school to Mishraji’s house and sat waiting till he passed the tree. Then she threw a stone at his bald head. He bled all over his white kurta,” Khushi said simply.

Arnav’s wide eyes rushed to gaze at the warrior princess who was simpering at Vikas.

“Then when Bunty stole Pinky’s pencil box and said it was me, she cornered Bunty during lunch break and punched his nose till it started to bleed,” Khushi whispered earnestly. “She is that good a friend. I will miss her sooo,” Khushi sobbed delicately.

“Looks like I need to offer my condolences to Vikas than my congratulations,” Arnav muttered. “Khushi, Vikas does not live in Delhi, does he?” he asked, worried.

“No,” she replied, frowning. “Why?”

“I don’t want a bloodthirsty Preetho throwing stones at my head each time you sneez when HP does his dusting ritual,” he confessed.

Khushi burst out laughing. “Aap bhi na,” she shook her head ruefully.





“Mein bhi kya?’ he asked, his voice low, his eyes on her lips.

“N..n..n..nothing,” she mumbled.

“Sure?” he asked, his nose touching her dangling earring.

She nodded rapidly.


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Khushi sat by Arnav to have her lunch. She looked at her plate filled with delicacies and yawned, last night’s strenuous exercise and loss of sleep taking its toll.

Arnav looked at Khushi who was trying to hide her yawn behind her hand and his heart leaped, his eyes flashed fire.

Khushi felt his eyes burning the skin on her face and turned to look at him. What she saw in his eyes made her tremble, her mouth go dry. Her eyes slipped down to his lips and her brain went up in smoke.




As she watched, his lips moved. She saw the curves move, she really did, but she couldn’t hear him. Her entire attention, her whole being was focused on the slight movement of those delicious lips.

Buaji leaned forward and spoke to Arnav, “Do you have to go today, bitwaa?” Her voice and expression were wistful as she said, “It would be nice if you both could stay for one more day.”

“Only one more day, buaji?’ he asked, his eyes still on Khushi’s dazed eyes. “I was thinking we could stay a week. Khushi can show me how beautiful...” his eyes flashed meaningfully at his wife, “...Lucknow is.”

Buaji’s face flushed with joy. “Damadji, you are so good. I can’t tell you how happy you have made us, Nandkisore,” buaji gushed.




“I am happy too, buaji,” he said, his eyes teasing Khushi. “Khushi has been... taking good care of me.”

Khushi blushed at the meaning only she could understand.

Buaji beamed. “Titliya is a good, sanskaari girl...when she remembers to be one, Nandkisore. Khussi, take good care of our damadji, suna tumne? He should return to Delhi with good memories of Lucknow and his samdhi.”

Khushi choked on the morsel she had placed in her mouth.




“Kya hua, Khushi?” Arnav asked, all concern. He rubbed her back, his fingers playing with her dori and the bare skin revealed by the almost non-existent back of her choli.

“I am fine, Arnavji,” Khushi croaked, squirming to get his hand off her back. There was no saying what she would do if the temptation got out of hand. She trembled, trying to hold herself back from leaping on him.




“But I am not,” Arnav sighed.

Khushi and buaji looked at him, their eyes wide. If he were any better, then she would have to take permanent residence inside the fridge to cool her fried senses, Khushi thought.

“Kya hua, bitwaa?” buaji was all concern.

“A headache, buaji,” he sighed.

“You travelled all the way from Delhi to Lucknow yesterday and we made you attend the wedding today, Nandkisore!” buaji was aghast. “Khussi, take damadji to your room. Give him medicine for his headache. Lower all the blinds and sit by him till he recovers,” she ordered.





Khushi could only nod. The devious businessman she had married had a solution to every problem, she thought in admiration.

With buaji’s blessings, the couple slipped out of Preetho’s house into Khushi’s house.







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“Arnavji, don’t lock the front door,” Khushi hissed urgently. “Or we will have to come down to let the others in.”


Arnav obediently shut the door without locking it and holding Khushi’s hand, marched up the steps to their bedroom on urgent feet.


Khushi locked the door of their bedroom and turned to find herself trapped in her husband’s arms. He pulled her as close as he could, crushing her softness against his hardness and took charge of her lips.


A few moments later, he lifted his head, his eyes eating her up.


“You have no idea how badly I wanted to do this,” he muttered.


She had a fair idea, her own head being filled with similar ideas.


Her eyes slipped to his lips, hoping he would stop talking and kiss her some more.


“Don’t look at me like that, Khushi,” he gave fair warning, his eyes burning with desire.


“Kya kar lenge aap?” she challenged him, her voice husky, hopeful.


He drew her succulent lower lip between his and sent every thought flying from her head. His fingers rubbed her scalp through her silky hair and moved down her graceful neck to hold her in place for his heady kiss.


Khushi wanted more.


She tried to undo his kurta with shaking fingers as soon as his lips left hers.


“You want me to remove my kurta, Khushi?” he asked, his husky voice shaking and all the more seductive for it.


She nodded.


“All you have to do is ask,” he informed her, quickly undoing his buttons and throwing the tunic over his head to fall somewhere.


Khushi stared raptly at the clean lines of his bare chest, the muscles of his arms, his washboard stomach...


“What do you want to do now, Khushi?” the devil asked, flexing his arms.


Khushi swallowed dryly at the ripple of his muscles. With dazed eyes, she looked longingly at his chest.


“Do you want to touch my chest, Khushi?” he asked, offering her what her heart longed for and her body burned for.


She nodded.


He waited.


“Yes,” she murmured.


He trapped one hand in his and slowly lifted it to rest on his heart.


Her fingers felt scalded at the heat emanating from his body. Her hand trembled.


He waited for her to get used to the feel of his bare body, his heart galloping, his pulse throbbing.


Soon her hand began to move on his chest, caressing the rise and dip of his muscles, running over his strong shoulders and down his arms. Then she moved down to test the sculpted muscles of his stomach.


He shuddered.


She drew in a deep breath of delight. So her touch had an effect on him. She could fell him with her touch just as he could floor her with his?


She put her new knowledge to good effect, touching him as she willed, pressing herself against his still form as she ran her hands up and down his back.


“Khushi,” he whispered.


She looked at him, her eyes dark like a siren’s, beckoning him to abandon all restraints and follow her into the world that only she could create with her magic.


“I so wanted you to drop the towel today morning,” she sighed her confession.





“I know,” he groaned.


She frowned. “How did you know?” she asked. “It was a thought that ran through my head.”


“I could read it in your eyes, Khushi,” he told her simply. “Your eyes darken when you want me, your lips tremble, you start breathing harder, the pulse at your throat throbs...as they are doing now.”


He rained kisses on her face, neck, shoulders and below, throwing away the pink Paithani silk saree and untying the doris that held the choli together.




He lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to bed, his eyes hot on hers.






He laid her on the bed, taking care to rest her head on her pillow. He captured her head with trembling hands and savoured the soft satin of her neck.


Khushi giggled slightly, the sound beginning as a giggle and ending as a moan.


“Feeling amused?” he asked softly.


Khushi gasped at the touch of his wandering fingers.


“Let me see if I can amuse you more,” he whispered against her heart.




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They lay comfortably together, Khushi lying on him, their fingers linked companionably. Their bodies had cooled and Arnav had pulled a light sheet to cover their nakedness.


“You will really stay here for a week, Arnavji?” Khushi asked softly.


“Yes,” he replied, feeling sated, contented with life.


“Your work...,” she began.


“Even ASR is entitled to a honeymoon,” he smiled, “every year.”


She lifted her head to look into his smiling eyes.


“One honeymoon per year?” she asked in astonishment. “I thought people went on one honeymoon in their lives.”


“We are not, by any standards, ordinary people,” he claimed with a lofty look. “If we want to have a honeymoon every month, we can.”


Khushi opened her mouth to reply and then shut it. A long moment later, she said slowly, “Your office?”


“My office won’t collapse if I am away from it for a few days,” the ASR claimed, who till his marriage had been summoning employees to work even on Sundays.


“Yeh aap keh rahe ho?” she teased. “You who married an uncomplicated wife so that you could work?”


“After marrying you, my life became complicated, Khushi. It is not every bride who can boast of coming into her husband’s life like a typhoon. A murder attempt, hiding in the forest, the bike ride, getting rid of Shyam...I am afraid I have grown to like a complicated life, Khushi. Now I want my life and wife to be complicated,” he rubbed her nose with his, making her giggle.




“Amanji?” Khushi asked.


“He will be delighted,” Arnav declared. “We can go wherever you want, Khushi. Anywhere under the sun.”


She looked at him.


“In fact, we can set out now if you want to spend this week elsewhere. Is there any place you want to see, Khushi?” he asked.


She looked down into his eyes for a long moment.


Then she tightened her arms around him, burrowed her head into the crook of his neck and said, “Nowhere. I am happy here. There is nothing more I want from life than what I am holding in my arms now.”


He swallowed hard.


“As long as we are together, Arnavji,” she whispered, “nothing matters.”


“Hamesha, Khushi,” he promised. “Arnav and Khushi forever.”


Khushi wound her body tightly around his.


Slowly he ran his fingers down the long line of her bare back. She shivered, lifted her head and looked at him.


His eyes shimmered with love and need.


Her eyes moved down to his lips.


“Don’t,” he warned.


She quirked a brow.


“You won’t like it when I ravish you,” he growled.


“Can’t you tell?” she asked. “I am afraid I like it too much to do without,” she whispered against his eager lips.








The End

Next story in August (if I can hold out so long!)









90 comments:

  1. ooh.... such a naughty Arnav! And Khushi......my goodness her mind is now only filled with naughty thoughts. Loved it. Arnav found a way to take his lady love away from everyone.

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  2. Aha!
    Hum tum Ek kamre mein bandh ho Aur...... ;)
    Is this Buaji a spinster???
    If so she is invoking the wrong person by chanting Hai re Nandkisore...
    Nandkisore is very well versed in the art of seduction....;)
    Nice update Smita...

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    1. Sab kuch Nandkisore ki kripa he! And our Arnavji is no less wicked than Nandkisore!

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    2. And Khushi seems to be in no hurry to sing -
      Mohe chhedo na Nand ke Lala ...
      More like wishing -
      Aur chabi kho jaaye ... :))

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    3. Chaabi kho jaane ke baad....
      Hum aur tum tum aur hum khush hai yu aaj milke.... ;)

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  3. Awesome update... It is always to treat to see naughty khushi and Arnav's sharp mind which work faster than bullet:)

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  4. Naughty naughty ASR. Now that ASR has transformed into Arnav he is using his Haridwar trained Shatir dimag to ensure he gets ample alone time with his uncomplicated wife!!! :)))

    That was fantabulous Smita. Looking for next part.

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  5. Loved the update to bits, I really enjoy this naughty side of Arnav

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  6. Hayyeeee... Dono k dono wanted Arnavji's towel off for one reason or another... We ALL wanted that towel off for that matter! Hehehe! Khayr, koi baat nahi... Ab Buaji Arnav aur Khushi ko akele akele ghar bhejdiye- ab toh kaisa bhi Arnav aur Khushi (Aur humaare) khwaishein poori hona chahiye, hai na Smita?? :D God Bless Buaji for making Arnavji's (and ours) dreams come true!

    Have to hand it to Khushi though. Can't believe she lasted through all those heated gazes of her pati. I'm absolutely loving your naughty version of Arnav! It's a welcome change from the typical rough and moody Arnav I read.

    Yet again, I'm anticipating your next update because of that time alone At home they'll be spending together. I've got all these possibilities running through my head right now! LOL!

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  7. He out to woo khushie and he become a naughty Arnav ,knows how to Get her to spend time with him in their room ,smart move on his part

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  8. arnav is so bad... and now he got khushi to himself..lol

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  9. arnav is so bad... and now he got khushi to himself..lol

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  10. Loved the update. Arnav is so naughty.

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  11. Naughty naughty ASR loved the update so cute .

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  12. Awesome uldate as usual Smitha!!! Totally loved it!!!!

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  13. How u write all mind-blowing update all the time. I have no words to explain.... Just love it.

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  14. Are you trying to give me a heart attack Smita? You're on your way to succeeding admirably. The first 3 banners. Haiiyyee!! Khushi is not the only one to find refuge in the refridgerator. And now he wants to spend a week in Lucknow? Can't wait for your next update.

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  15. Too good
    Arnav is getting very naughty when it comes to khushi
    Continue soon

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  16. wow awesome update dear ..... arnav wants to see how beautiful lucknow is ? huh khushi and her wild thoughts yaar ......

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  17. Wow read last part and this part now!!
    Really cool update!! Naughty Naughty arnav!! its true life cant get better!!!
    when kushi wanted arnav to remove that towel i remembered one tamil movie (kuruvi where thrisha will be in a towel joke.. hahaha) funny!! heated chapter i would say!! already feeling thrilled to know how they are planning to used their time in lucknow now!!
    Wah how much double meanings by arnav!! cool cool update!! if anji would have been there to hear those then she would have had an heart attack!!
    Cont soon dear!! will be waiting for the next update!!

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  18. wow awesome update loved it thank you..............ameena671

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  19. Nice update Smita. And superb pictures also. I am sure it must have taken a long time to give perfect pictures. Each one looks appropriate and perfect.

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  20. Awesome update! Loved it as usual:D

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  21. Hai re Nandkishore..... Still laughing and clutching my stomach.....

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  22. Amazing update! loved it.. ARSHI are in their own love world and loving to see them so much into each other.. :)

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  23. Awesome update...naughty arnav is always a treat to read...

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  24. Naughty,flirty,romantic,sexy Arnav..
    Naughty,blushing,gorgeous Khushi..
    What more do we need?! :D..Awesome update Smita Ji..Waiting for the next part ;)

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  25. Naughty Arnav n Kushi..... I loved it

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  26. That was super Smita. But you ended it too soon :)

    Eagerly waiting for the next one.

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  27. Lovely ending Smita. Can't wait for you to get started on the next and August is just 4 days away:-)

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    1. July is going to end? Mujhe pata hi nahi chala!!!! I thought I was a long way away from August! Damn!

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  28. wow superb update and ending loved it please continue writing thank you................ameena671

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  29. Awesome ending Smitha!!! Totally enjoyed the story and your hatke Khushi 😉cannot wait for the new story!!!

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  30. Loved it immensely!!!!.........Going to miss it.......looking eagerly for the next!! :)

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  31. Sad that it's completed hope to see a new one from you soon ,thanks for letting us into your world of imagination

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  32. wow dear superb update ........... we are going to miss your updates very badly ....... come back soon with your another mind blowing story.......

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  33. An other zabardast love story..
    Arnav is the best lover as ever..
    Khushi,the innocent soul ,is too naughty here :)

    Smita...
    Can August come sooner than soon ??

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  34. awesome...khushi and arnav hamesha....waiting for august....only three days left

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  35. awesome...khushi and arnav hamesha....waiting for august....only three days left

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  36. That was a perfect ending. Arnav accepted that he likes his complicated wife and life :-).

    Smita, it is always thrilling to wait for the next story. You think of so many different types of stories, really brilliant. Eagerly waiting for the next one to begin.

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  37. Superb story...
    Loved it :)
    Can't wait for the next story :D

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  38. Nice way to down the curtains to this story Smita...:)

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  39. Anju... I could get it... Try it once again... Might be the blog is playing truant....;)

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  40. What an update, Smita! Muuuuaaaaaahhhhhh. My laptop was smoking. Loved all the banners. I think we (AAA) should send out these banners as a form of public service so guys out there could learn the art of seduction. Buaji was 100 % correct. Khushi is a sanskaari girl when she remembers to be one and when not to be. Finally Arnav has admitted - the more complications the better. I'm glad that August is only a few days away. What is your next story about? Please give us a teeny tiny hint. Now I'm going to read the story again. Thanks again for this wonderful OS.

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    1. Hint: His eyes following her as she does her work....

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  41. lovely update... and a good ending..

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  42. Beautiful ..... Loved it
    But I hate it when your stories come to an end
    Waiting eagerly to read you next story

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    1. Working on my novel, Waiting for you right now. Will get back to ArHi as soon as that is over.

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  43. A wonderful finish to a lovely story

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  44. From anju-arora ....
    Just WOW!!!!!!

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  45. very nice ending to a lovely story...u are a beautifull and an amazing writer..waiting for ur other stories on arshi..all the best.and gud luck

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  46. brilliantly written
    amazing story

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  47. I hate it when your stories end...i wish them to continue forever!!! Can't wait for a new one!!! Love!

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  48. Beautiful ending enjoyed reading it...lovely pictures to go with story.... august is already here smitaji....

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  49. Smita ji August is here. Already waiting for the next addiction ..

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  50. OMG you can't be that cruel! !

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  53. Wonderful, awesome, spicy, wicked, romanticisme, funny, cute, adorable, fantastic.... Should I add more to describe this story? Thanks for being there, writing, and sharing your beautiful imagination with us... Love you hamesha

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    1. I meant romantic and not romanticisme. It was a typo. My bad!

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  54. When are you updating the next story??? august vandhu 6 days over!!come soon smitty

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    1. Writing novel. Will be back when I finish it...ha.ha..

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    2. Hooo novel.. thats good carry on will be waiting for the next story

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  55. Enna new story post cheyyunne?.. :D
    Will be waiting for the new story and the novel.. :)

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    1. I am writing a novel set in Kerala, called Waiting for you. Once I finish it, I will get back to the blog.

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  56. hey smita waiting for your story...

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  57. Hi smita!! I was a silent reader till now ,finally I'm here .Just love ur stories to the core (my personal favourite is an unwanted wife)Keep up d good work!!Eagerly waiting for ur next

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    1. Thank you. Hoping to get back soon after I finish writing my novel.

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  58. Please give us a teaser..............that will make us more impatient.......but nevertheless something .........

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    1. Very busy right now with my novel. I write only one story at a time. That helps me keep to my characters. Hoping to finish in a week's time. Will get back to ArHi then.

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  59. Good one....
    I like all your stories............
    But you hold it too long now. dear.
    Pl. give us one more of your romantic Arshi story.

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  60. Hi Smita, it seems like you're holding pretty well and not starting with your new story :)
    Stalking your blog everyday for the new story
    Hope it's coming soon
    Thanks

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  61. Good luck and best wishes with your new novel. I am sure it will do well. You are an awesome writer.
    hydsri

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  62. Awesome adventurous story !! What a fantastic concept !! You are so talented that whatever you write becomes such an awesome read !! May God bless you and may you keep writing more and more stories of our beloved arnav and khushi !! Seriously reading your writing is such a treat !! :)

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    1. *wink* It is such fun writing about them! I hope the Nov 30, 2015 Hotstar episode of IPKKND is not a disappointment. And hopefully Barun has gotten a haircut and has shaved!

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  63. Amazing story you are one fantastic writer that could make Shakespeare run for some of your work.

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  64. This story was superb it was a correct mixture of adventure mystery and love not too heavy a very delightful story loved reading this

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