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.
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Link to my first e-novel; A Home for Meenakshi
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"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.
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Part 10
Khushi
looked at his lips with wide eyes, too shocked to speak.
Arnav
wanted to say more but she looked concussed, as jolted as an accident victim.
He bent to
clasp her arms gently and lift her. She tottered on unsteady limbs and he held
on to her for a long moment till he was sure she could stand without aid.
“Will you
come home for Diwali, Khushi?” he asked.
She nodded
uncertainly, her rapt eyes on his dangerous lips.
He wanted
to smile but felt it might inflame her into throwing the shagun gifts at his
face if she imagined he was laughing at her.
“Chotey?”
Anjali called. “Shall we leave?”
“Time for
me to leave,” he said, unwilling to leave her. “Tum theek ho, Khushi?” he asked,
finding it very difficult to walk away from her.
She nodded again.
He had no
more excuses to stay.
He turned
to leave, only to feel a pull keeping him in place.
He looked
down in surprise. Khushi was holding on
to his coat sleeve.
“Khushi?”
he asked softly, hopefully.
She moved
closer and pressed her lips to his chin.
His eyes looked into hers as she moved
away.
She pressed
her chest with one hand. “Something just happened in my heart,” she confessed.
“Chotey?”
Nani called. She had been bidding goodbye to Madhumatiji for the past fifteen
minutes.
“It
happened to mine too,” he whispered against her ear before walking out of her
bedroom.
Khushi ran
to the window of her bedroom to peek at him as he left the house with his
family. Just before driving away, he looked at her window at her lost face. He
gave her a secret wave before driving away, a small smile on his face.
Khushi ran
to the mirror to look at her lips. They did not look burnt. She frowned. How
could they look normal when she had felt the fire char them?
She gently
touched a plump curve and shuddered. It felt like Arnavji’s lips were touching
them. She quickly took her fingers away and hid them behind her back.
So Arnavji
too had felt that blaze? She drew in a deep breath of relief. At least she was not
alone in this. How embarrassing it would have been had it been just her in this
plight? Buaji would have dumped her in Agra pagalkhana and Arnavji would have
happily paid the bills to have her kept there!
She looked
closely at her own body. Her face was flushed, her breath was rapid, her heart
was thundering in her chest, butterflies were doing a bhangra in her tummy and
she felt a bit groggy. All these because Arnavji’s lips had touched hers once?
She
swallowed hard.
What would
have happened if his lips had lingered on hers? She would have self-combusted,
leaving behind only ashes. She frowned. Did every girl feel so weak and dizzy
and wobbly when her Arnavji’s lips touched hers? Whom could she ask? Buaji?
She
imagined the look on Buaji’s face if she ever made bold to ask her and burst
out laughing, the peals of laughter carrying to the next room.
“Hai Re
Nandkisore! This girl is pagal, bilkul sanki,” Buaji muttered in the living
room, her hand on her head. “Poor Arnav bitwaa!”
Diwali came
finally, bringing with it the end of anticipation. Arnav stood with Akash, both
dressed in cream-coloured silk kurtas and pyjamas, waiting for the Guptas.
“They bill
come, Arnav bitwaa,” Mami teased. “You are looking at the phront door like a
chakor looks at a moonwaa!”
Arnav
flushed. Akash blushed for his brother.
“Look at
our Akass bitwaa,” Nani teased. “He is blushing already, Manorama. Get him
married off too.”
Anjali
chuckled. “We have to get another girl like Khushiji for Akash, someone who is
not shy like him,” she suggested.
“Another
girl like Khussi?” Mami’s eyes went round. “Another namoona? Saasumma, lagat he
I bill have to go on new dietwaa. No pickles, no fireworks, no nothing, Hello
Hi Bye Bye!”
All
laughed.
Madhumati
and Khushi stopped at the door and stared at the house with huge eyes. It was
covered with fairy
lights and flowers and looked a treat.
“Khushi,”
Arnav murmured, walking towards the door on eager feet.
She was in
a pink and orange lehenga in raw silk with a flaring skirt that flattered her
slim frame. The silver and crystal work and the net dupatta added glamour to
the pleasing shades of colour.
She looked
at him with happy eyes. “Arnavji, you look so nice in a kurta,” she praised
him.
He smiled.
“You smell
nice too,” she sniffed delicately. The fragrance of sandalwood was alluring.
“You always do.”
“Thank
you,” he murmured, still smiling. “Buaji, I am glad you came,” he greeted the
middle-aged lady wth a hug.
“Your house
looks beautiful, babua,” Buaji complimented him.
The
Raizadas fell on the Guptas, welcoming them into the mansion with glad cries.
“The crackers,
babua,” Buaji whispered in Arnav’s ear.
“No
crackers in the house today, Buaji,” Arnav whispered back.
“Nandkisore
ki jai ho!” Buaji called devoutly.
Khushi
looked suspiciously at them. They must be talking about me, she fumed. What did
they think she was? A discomfiting
image of the old lady covered in pickle followed by one of the chachaji
without a tooth flashed through her mind. She sighed. Why was she a magnet for
trouble?
“Khussi, be
phree. There are no patakhe in the house today,” Mami confided in her.
Khushi took
a deep breath of relief. The last thing she wanted to do was burn her future
sasural even before entering it as a bride.
The
Raizadas introduced Buaji and Khushi to all the guests and the ladies inspected
the young girl from the top of her head to her toes to find out what had
attracted the infamous recluse and Indian version of Mt. Vesuvius, Mr. Arnav
Singh Raizada.
“She is
pretty, but ASR is used to pretty girls in his line of work,” Mrs. Patel
whispered to Mrs. Sinha.
“There is a
sweetness to her,” Mrs. Sinha replied. “Maybe the akhdoo was attracted to that.”
“She is too
young for him,” Mrs. Mehta remarked. “If it were my daughter...”
“Your
daughter?” Mrs. Tiwari snorted. “ASR better become a sanyasi than marry her,”
she said bluntly.
The other
ladies giggled while Mrs. Mehta walked away in a huff.
“That’s her
Buaji?” Mrs. Agarwal asked. “The family seems traditional, orthodox. A funny
choice for ASR, the tycoon.”
As the
ladies watched, Khushi Kumari Gupta walked towards the huge glass window taking
up a good part of a wall to look out at the glorious view of a thousand lamps lit outside. A beatific
smile bloomed on her face at the sight. She leaned forward to see better and
the tassels of her pink and orange net dupatta hovered dangerously over the
flame of a row of tiny lamps lit on the window ledge.
Before the
ladies could gasp, the mighty ASR appeared by her side and gently tugged her
away from the window and towards him.
The girl
turned her head to look at him, her face suffused with joy and love.
The ladies
caught their breath. She looked beautiful.
ASR
whispered something in her ear. The girl cast a horrified look at the burning
lamps on the ledge and her own dupatta. She huddled closer to him. His arm went
protectively around her, his entire body surrounded hers, gathering her into
its safe fold.
The ladies
stared at the sight that was rarer than rare.
The girl
lifted her head and asked him something, her eyes anxious.
ASR smiled
and his shoulders shook with hidden mirth.
“He is
laughing!” Mrs. Patel exclaimed.
“He know
how to smile?” Mrs. Tiwari gasped.
ASR
whispered something to the girl, the lines of his face relaxed.
Anxiety
vanished from her eyes and naughty playfulness took its place.
The ladies
held their breath. Now confident in her man’s feelings for her, the girl looked
the epitome of beauty.
“No wonder
he fell for her,” Mrs. Patel said. “He is lucky.”
“Yes,
akhdoo has won the prize. Where was she when I was looking for a bride for my
son?” Mrs. Sinha asked with a disappointed sigh. “Devyani Raizada has all the
luck.”
Unaware of
the good-natured envy of the guests, Arnav and Khushi laughed and chatted as
though they had not met for years.
As the
ladies watched, a white goat butted the girl right behind her knees. She
stumbled but ASR caught her easily. Both of them turned to look at the goat and
burst out laughing. To the astonishment of the guests, Khushi cried, “Laxmiji...”,
kneeled down and uncaring of her expensive-looking lehenga, hugged the goat
till it bleated.
ASR looked
at the girl and the goat friend with an amused and indulgent smile.
Mrs. Sinha
fanned herself.
Mrs. Tiwari
summoned Akash. “Where can I get a glass of water?” she asked.
Oh my god all women are burned by their sizzling chemistry too... Wonderful story to read which we can read time and time again like your all stories
ReplyDeleteLoved it very much.
ReplyDeleteAwesome update. Love the story. Looking forward to next part.
ReplyDeleteAwesome update :)loved the ladies guests remarks and their reactions about arshi
ReplyDeleteAnd the magic continues....
ReplyDeletelovely comments from the ladies.. definitely a magical moment..
ReplyDeleteSuperb chapter
ReplyDeleteLoved It
Beautifully narrated, felt as if we were there at the party.
ReplyDeleteAwesome
ReplyDeletehydsri
The party guests are very amusing. They were so shocked at Arnav's behaviour. Their life is going to be entertaining.
ReplyDeletesuch an entertaining party for the guests... and our dear ASR is now officially the new bodyguard for khushi
ReplyDeletewow superb update loved it thank you............ameena671
ReplyDeleteLoved it. Arnav true to his word won't let any disaster come upon his Khushi. thanks for the update
ReplyDeleteAwesome update Smitha!!! Loved it!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely update Smita. The ladies were talking nicely for a change. Khushi and lakshmiji's hug was very cute :-). Continue soon.
ReplyDeleteIF Id: pinkly
oh sweets
ReplyDeletethat kiss was something
dont worry you wont turn into pile of ashes
or combust
that would be bad
bechare arnav babua
what will he do without khushi
so their first kiss sure is stuck in her mind
and there will be more to follow
really ask buaji
are you crazy
best to ask him dear
awww finally diwali is here
now he can look at her all she wants
disaster queen man
but arnav to rescue again
hmmm so the ladies wondered how ASR fell for her
well now they know
her own knight in shining kurta for now
awww he stopped her lehenga on catching fire
that was some feat dear
but her lehenga wow
its really beautiful
good it didnt burn
but then as if arnav would let any harm befall her
he is keeping his eye on her
and thank god for that
seems arnav and his display of love for khushi is making those ladies almost faint
knight in shining kurta..ha..ha..
DeleteLol....The ladies' behaviour was so weird...
ReplyDeleteBut they find Arshi very cute..
Arnav is taking proper care of Khushi..
I m loving it..
Lovely update
ReplyDeleteKhushI's dress was beautiful
What is it with ASR and "tum theek ho?" Why do I get palpitations every time I read it, or hear it?? And if a "You sure?" is appended to it.... Dead, Thud. The reader in me wonders if the writer too gets dhak dhaks and acidity while 'she' is writing it. :P
ReplyDelete"Did every girl feel so weak and dizzy and wobbly when her Arnavji’s lips touched hers?" Smi, all I have to say is ahem ahem... and you know why. ;-)
Waise, ASR all dapper in his kurta, his Khushi looking exquisite and flawless in her lehenga and their scorching chemistry. Who needs fireworks anyway ?!?
Sachi, crackers are over-rated anyway!
DeleteThanx a million for the comments, all of you!
ReplyDeleteWow... The kiss really left Khushi reeling and she was happy that she was not alone in this craziness.
ReplyDeleteThe ladies were weird. First they were scrutinizing Khushi and by the end in awe of Khushi for making ASR smile and laugh.
Well that's Khushi. Liked how Arnav took care of Khushi.
awesome blowsome like always
ReplyDeleteAwesome update...
ReplyDeleteKhushi's lehanga was beautiful...
Awesome update...
ReplyDeleteKhushi's lehanga was beautiful...
Amazing update...
ReplyDeletewow... the lehanga was so beautiful :)
Awesome update Smita! I love the lehenga!! Nice choice! ;)
ReplyDeleteKhushi is soooo adorably naive. She's happy that she's not alone in the reeling effect of the kiss. She'll keep ASR on his toes though. Full of life. And he in turn will forever take care of her <3
Mrs. Sinha and Mrs.Tiwari were feeling hot 'coz ASR's smile was to die for? That's I what I see it like..Lol :P
Smita When will you update? ???
ReplyDeleteWriting now. Will update today.
DeleteAwesome part....................people who came for the party wondered about khushi..................
ReplyDeletelol
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