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 12
The deep
breath was taken in vain.
As soon as
Arnav’s lips brushed hers gently, tentatively, the air in her lungs deserted
her in a whoosh.
She stayed
still, her lips parted, her eyes tightly shut, her fists clenched around the
fabric of her orange-pink lehenga.
He lowered
his face again and sipped at her lips gently.
She shook.
Their hearts picked up their beat.
He lifted
his head, panting.
“Arnavji,”
she whispered softly, seeking him, her eyes still shut.
His tongue
tasted her lower lip.
She
shuddered. The sweet taste of her almost brought him to his knees.
He covered
her lower lip with his lips and sucked on it.
Someone
moaned.
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. He held her by her waist, his
fingers sinking into the supple flesh.
He tasted
her upper lip. Soon he felt her lips and tongue imitate his, sensed her
becoming a participant rather than a passive recipient.
He
swallowed hard as her lips sought his and she inexpertly tried to initiate a
kiss. She was one quick learner.
His knees
shook as he let her explore his mouth as she willed, at her pace, hoping and praying
desperately that he wouldn’t collapse on the ground by the time she was done.
Her hands made their way to his nape and his hair, her body resting against
his.
He lifted
her up and gathered her close, his hands on her bare back revealed by her
almost backless choli, feeling her heart galloping against his.
She finally
lifted her lips off him, letting an inch between them. Her eyes looked as dazed
as his. She was as short of breath as he was.
He released
her slowly, setting her on her feet as slowly as possible. Their eyes were
still locked, their hands were still on each other.
A rocket
burst in the sky, scattering stars in various colours across the night sky. It
was followed by other rockets, fired by boys in the neighbourhood. The dark sky
looked a picture with multi-hued stars studded across it.
Arnav and
Khushi stared at each other in silence. Her lips were red and her face was
flushed. The pulse in her throat throbbed and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
His phone
rang.
Arnav
fumbled while extracting it from his pocket. Neither his hands nor his voice
was steady as he answered it.
“Arnav
bitwaa, peoples are asking bhere you and your raajkumari are. Neeche aa jao,
you love-birds,” Mami said.
“I will...I
mean, we will,” he replied.
“Hamri
bahuriyya ijj alright, isn’t she?” Mami asked.
“Yes, yes,”
Arnav replied.
“Your pool
is alright, Arnav bitwaa?” Mami asked.
“Yes,” he
replied.
“Your
plants?”
“Yes,” he
said. But he couldn’t say the same about himself.
He promised
Mami to be down immediately and pushed the phone into his pocket. He looked at
Khushi who was still staring at him in silence.
“We have to
go down,” he said huskily.
She nodded.
She shook
her head in the negative.
“Khushi,
kya hua? Are you feeling tired? Sick? Do you want a glass of water? Juice?
Food?” he asked, frantic with worry.
“No,” she
said softly.
He took
hold of her shoulders gently. “What do you want, Khushi?” he asked, worried out
of his skull.
“A hug,”
she replied, sliding into his arms as though she had been doing it for years.
He stood pole-axed.
She had her arms around his waist. Her body was lying fully
against him and her head was in the crook of his neck.
He
swallowed hard. “Khushi,” he whispered.
“I never
knew,” she whispered.
He waited.
“That
getting married could be such fun,” she murmured as she burrowed into him and tightened
her arms around him, a smile on her face.
Arnav
looked at her face and then at the sky lit by rockets.
He burst
out laughing.
Khushi poked
him in the ribs. “You are still laughing at me,” she complained.
“Kya?” she
pouted.
“It is
going to be more fun,” he promised against her lips.
Nice update..continue soon:)
ReplyDeletei love it....please continue soon....
ReplyDeletetht was awesome... mami helpin arnav bitwa:-))
ReplyDeletehow come khushi didnt feel like this when arnav tied her dori on their first meet??
Marriage is fun😉
ReplyDeleteWonderful update
ReplyDeleteLoved it
Aww that was such a romantic update!!! Loved it!!!
ReplyDeleteArnav felt weak kneed as well. Too good.
ReplyDeleteArnav felt weak kneed as well. Too good.
ReplyDeleteYesss. An un(Amanji's-phonecall)interrupted kiss at the poolside, on Diwali night, with the sky illuminated by brilliant fireworks. His girl, obviously inexperienced and yet clearly powerless against the passion ignited by him. His girl on the threshold of womanhood. From a girl who was impervious to a man's touch, to 'his' woman who wants to take the lead in the matters of intimacy, explore and take it further. Such innocence an purity. How could it not bring the mighty ASR to his knees?
ReplyDeleteShe has no idea about the extent of 'fun' they are gonna have!! But honestly, am more concerned about ASR. I mean, think about it. Her maiden kiss has him all wobbly. If she takes the lead in their 'fun time' he might actually swoon and it would be Khushi's turn to catch him in her arms!! ;-) :-D
Poor Arnavji!!! Feeling all wobbly and weak-kneaded from Khushi's maiden kiss....
ReplyDeleteLoved the update dear. Please update next part soon.
Superb update... Loved the update :)
ReplyDeletenice update
ReplyDeleteLovely update
ReplyDeletewow awesome update loved it thank you.................ameena671
ReplyDeleteAwesome update... loved it...
ReplyDeleteAwesome update... loved it...
ReplyDeletedamn that was cute
ReplyDeleteand boy are their kisses electrifying or what
both were so lost in that kiss
and thank god mami called after kiss happened
come on they deserve bit of time together
even if its for kissing
mami all things are fine
but your arnav bitua isnt
how can he be
after kissing her
and getting kissed by her
they sure go off like fireworks
khushi say the cutest and most adorable things
no wonder it makes him laugh
not on her of course
he is right though
marriage is gonna be more than either of them think it will be
and thats what we all hope for
he was weak kneed too
after her response to his kiss
awww now thats adorable
Beautiful.................
ReplyDeleteGood one Smita
ReplyDeleteIt was so romantic...
ReplyDeleteBlush blush
Khushi has no idea how much fun marriage is going to be with Arnav.
ReplyDeleteOne of the most beautiful update I ever read
ReplyDeletecute and romantic..
ReplyDeleteSmita ji waiting
ReplyDeleteWriting, dear!
Deletelol
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