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.
“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.
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Part 14
“Kya kar
rahein he aap?” she asked, one scared eye trained in the direction of the
kitchen. “Buaji will see us,” she hyperventilated, forgetting that she had
sworn not to talk to him.
Arnav
cupped her sweet face in his palms. “Khushi, are you really angry with me?” he
asked, his eyes serious.
Khushi
opened her mouth to assure him that she was mad at him, but an inconvenient sense of honesty made her
hesitate.
“I am sorry
I hurt you. Sorry I almost got you scolded by Buaji, sorry that...” he began.
Khushi cut
him off with the simple trick of placing her finger against his hard, sinfully
delicious lips.
He
swallowed hard, the hands cupping her face trembling at her innocent touch.
“I was
angry then, but not now. Don’t apologise, Arnavji,” she told him, her voice
soft, loving.
He parted
his lips to ask why not but was silenced by the feel of her finger against his
sensitive curves.
She
explained anyway. “Arnavji, if you apologise so much for such a small incident,
just think how many times I have to apologise to all the people I have tortured
over the years?” she asked, looking downright scared of the prospect.
Arnav had
to chuckle at her question.
She waited him out.
He said
with a sigh, “Do you know how good you are, Khushi?” His eyes were tender, lit
by love.
Her eyes
flew open. “Me? Good? Don’t let Buaji hear you,” she whispered.
“I won’t.
Let it be a secret between you and me,” he whispered.
Khushi
nodded happily.
He wanted
to gather her close, hug her till her ribs cracked, kiss her senseless. But
both of them heard the rattling of teacups in the kitchen.
“Sit down,”
Khushi hissed. “Buaji is coming.”
Arnav
obediently left her and took a seat.
By the time
Buaji carried the tray to the living room, Khushi and Arnav were seated on
chairs, each placed at a distance of two metres from the other.
Buaji
beamed. Arnav bitwaa was mature, decorous. Even her pagal Khussi could not persuade
him to lower his standards. She hoped he would keep a strict eye on the
scatter-brained girl.
Arnav drank
the tea, making small talk with Buaji while Khushi sat silently watching her
husband-to-be.
“Bitwaa, I
was telling Devyaniji that we can have the sagai in two days. She was very
happy, Nandkisore,” Buaji smiled at Arnav.
He drew in
a deep breath of contentment. Soon Khushi would be with him 24x7, living with
him in their house, sharing a room...They were moving towards their marriage on slow but
sure feet, giving Khushi time to assimilate the changes in her life.
“When will
our marriage be, Buaji?’ Khushi was direct in her query.
Buaji’s
eyes flew open to their maximum size. “Shameless girl! No laaj, no sharam! Hai
Re Nandkisore! What kind of a girl have I been looking after for years?” she
asked, her hand on her head.
Arnav bit
back his amusement with superhuman effort.
“If I won’t
ask, who will?” Khushi asked simply. “It is my marriage, isn’t it?”
Arnav
coughed, unable to control his enjoyment of the situation.
“She will
put me to shame when she goes to her sasuraal!” Buaji declared. “Devyaniji will
think I brought her up badly, Nandkisore!”
“No, no,”
Arnav stepped in, his limpid eyes on Khushi’s cross face. “Buaji, don’t worry.
Nani loves Khushi.”
Khushi got
ready for battle with Buaji.
Arnav stood
up quickly. “Buaji, Khushi, I have to leave now,” he informed them.
Buaji and
Khushi accompanied him to the door to see him off.
Arnav
pressed Khushi’s hand in the cover of darkness before bidding good night to
them and driving off. He looked at Khushi’s image in his glass till he could
see her no more.
“He is a
fool,” Khushi muttered furiously at the TV as she chomped on channa.
“Kaun,
you?” Buaji asked, pushing her specs up on her head.
“The hero,”
Khushi mumbled.
“He is a
fool and you are an idiot for watching him, Nandkisore!” Buaji declared before
walking away.
The serial
ended and Khushi switched off the TV, a frown on her face.
There was a
knock on the door.
“Who is it,
Nandkisore?” Buaji asked wearily.
“Must be
Kamla chachi returning the sugar she borrowed two days back,” Khushi replied.
“I will see to the door, Buaji. You put your feet up.”
Khushi
marched to the door and pulled it open to see Arnav standing there with a
bouquet of red roses in his hand.
Her mouth
fell open and she stepped back in shock.
Arnav
entered the house and shut the door after him.
“Is the
episode over, Khushi? I was caught in traffic,” he said apologetically.
“It is
alright,” she muttered absently, her eyes on the roses.
“For you,”
he handed over the bouquet.
Khushi
raised it to her face and inhaled the sweet scent, her eyes shut. He silently
promised her that he would make frequent gifts of flowers to her, especially
red roses.
She lifted
her head and smiled at him. “How did you know I love flowers?” she asked.
He
squirmed. It had been a lucky guess. What could he say?
But Khushi,
being Khushi, did not wait for an answer. She took hold of his arm and led him
to sit by her.
Arnav
looked at her sitting with her arms around the flowers. She looked happy, as
though she had got the entire world in her arms. But as he watched, her face
fell.
“Kya hua,
Khushi?” he asked, worried.
“Arnavji,
if you like me, will you bring another girl into our house?” she asked
seriously.
Arnav
stared at her, unable to comprehend her meaning. They were on different pages,
most likely in different books!
“The hero
likes the heroine. Phir bhi he brought another girl into his house for a live-in,” Khushi explained.
Arnav
heaved a sigh of relief. The fault was the hero’s, not his. “That sounds
stupid,” he commented.
“He na? I
was telling Buaji the same thing,” Khushi exclaimed victoriously. “Arnavji,
what is a live-in?” she asked curiously.
This Khushi will be death of Arnav one day for sure.Patience my boy
ReplyDeleteVery nice a Smita. You have beautifully incorporated the actual ipkknd with this arnav and Khushi story.
ReplyDeleteThis girl is superrrrrr.....
ReplyDeletekhushi is too cute.......
ReplyDeletekhushi is too cute.......
ReplyDeleteSuch a cute update!!!! Loved it!!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful update
ReplyDeleteLoved it
What the ! I really waiting to see how he answers her query ? ,
ReplyDeleteomg.. a perfect question. waiting for Arnav's answer..
ReplyDeletewonder from where arnav is gettin all his patience:-)
ReplyDeleteHmm if you only know buaji
ReplyDeleteWhat he really is like
Kiss and all
She is besharam
Then what the hell is he
Well its best she doesn't know
Wait if she won't know about her wedding which will
The next door neighbour
Buaji bhi naa
She is so funny
Aww he got her flowers
And she loved it
Thats good
So not long to go
They shall be getting engaged soon
Steps closer to being his wife
Hmmm what will he say now
What's live in
This should be good
Waise buaji is right she must be crazy to watch that serial
Such a update
ReplyDeleteHahaha KHushi asked about her marriage date and Buaji called her shameless hahaha
And OMG how is Arnav going to explain this now
ohhh. Poor Arnav - thinking - kaha fas gaya mei.
ReplyDeleteHaha What will arnav answer now
ReplyDeleteAwesome update
Khushi and her questions sure keep Arnav on his toes.
ReplyDeletehai re nand kishor...loved it
ReplyDeletewow superb update loved it thank you............ameena671
ReplyDeleteAwesome...........now she want to know what a live-in is..............
ReplyDeleteNice update... :)
ReplyDeleteLovely update
ReplyDeleteI'm eagerly awaiting Arnav's answer. Lovely chapter.
ReplyDeleteKhushi always asks alarming questions...
ReplyDeleteLet's see what is Arnav's take on Live in...already waiting for part 15
Lovely update
ReplyDeleteAwesome update...
ReplyDeleteWhar will be arnav's reply now...
Awesome update...
ReplyDeleteWhar will be arnav's reply now...
speechless...
ReplyDeletehababa
ReplyDelete