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 16
Arnav
looked into the disturbed eyes raised to his and his whole life flashed through
his mind.
The
pampered childhood that had come to an abrupt halt on the gruesome death of his
parents, the years of letting Nani and Mama support him and Di, the days and
nights he had spent studying so that he could prove to the world that he was no
wastrel like his father, the blameless life he had led, trying to reassure his
family that he did not have his father’s blood in his veins....
As he
watched, fear crept into Khushi’s eyes as though she was scared of his reply.
She sat braced for unwelcome news.
He sat
watching her, silent, seeing images from the past.
His
roommates bringing girls to their flat while he sat in his room working on his
assignments, his friends picking up girls in bars while he sipped a beer alone, his moving
out of shared accommodation at the earliest to avoid the pressure to buy hookers for
the night and crawl bars seeking girls, resisting the natural urges of a young
adult by thinking of the expectations his family had of him, by reminding
himself of what his father had been...
Khushi
blinked away imminent tears, his silence scaring her to the marrow. Why was he
staring at her as though he had never seen her before? Was he lost in the
memories of some other girl? Was he missing her? Was he regretting not having
married her when he had the chance?
While
Khushi was worrying her life short, Arnav was having a startling epiphany about
his fastidiousness and extreme caution in matters relating to the opposite sex.
It had all
been for Khushi, for her peace of mind. His celibacy had earned him a bride to
rival the best on earth, a girl who wore her purity and innocence like a cloak,
whose goodness and generosity were beyond doubt.
He smiled.
Khushi
frowned. Why was he smiling? Here she was worrying her heart out and there he was
smiling? She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. Anger dried her tears. Did he
have a live-in girl? She would kill him first and then kill that girl!!! How
dare he even look at another girl when Devi Maiyya had set aside Khushi Kumari
Gupta for him?
“No,” he
replied.
Khushi
frowned. What was the question? What was he saying no to?
“No, I have
never had a live-in relationship,” he admitted softly.
Khushi’s
mouth fell open. In her thirst for revenge she had never anticipated this
reply.
“You
don’t?” she confirmed.
“I don’t,”
he said. “I never did.”
The fire of
jealousy and the pain of imagining herself to be one of a long list of women in
his life left her in a whoosh, leaving her sagging in her seat.
“But I am
planning to live with a girl soon,” he said smirking.
Khushi
frowned.
“She is
beautiful, naughty, funny, loving,” he paused.
Khushi
waited for more clues, tense. Was he talking of her or of some other girl?
“She is
prone to accidents, she is...” he broke off as he felt her soft body collide
with his and her arms coil around his neck.
“It is me,
it is me,” Khushi chanted as though she had won the sweepstakes.
“Yes, only
you,” he murmured. Arnav drew in a deep breath of peace and buried his face in
her neck.
“Titliyya,”
Buaji called from her room. “Has Kamla gone home?”
Khushi
remained in Arnav’s arms, deaf to all sounds except his heart beat.
Arnav
lifted his head at Buaji’s voice.
“Khushi,”
he called softly.
“Hhmm?” she
asked, lost in his arms.
“Buaji is
calling you,” he smiled.
“Let her,”
Khushi snuggled closer.
Arnav
chuckled. “Buaji will come to see if Kamla has gone home,” he reminded her.
Khushi
jumped. “Buaji, woh..woh..it was not Kamla chachi to return the sugar. It is
Arnavji,” she confessed.
“Arnav
bitwaa?” Buaji exclaimed. The lovebirds could hear her getting out of bed and making
her way towards them.
When Buaji
entered the living room, Arnav and Khushi were sitting decorously away from
each other.
Buaji
beamed at Arnav and at the roses. “Has the groom brought gifts for the bride,
Nandkisore?” Buaji teased.
Arnav
flushed.
“Hamare
zamaane mein, your Phoophaji would buy me ribbons and clips for my hair after
our marriage was fixed. He used to throw them through my window, Nandkisore!”
Buaji sighed.
Arnav
choked.
Khushi
being Khushi, asked, “Buaji, you used to wear them for him?”
Arnav
looked at Buaji with apprehension.
But Buaji
was in a good mood. “Kahan, Titliya?” she sighed. “He had bad aim, very bad
aim. The ribbons and clips would fall in our neighbour’s house. Sudha’s toothless
nani thought that your Phoophaji was eyeing her and warned me about him.”
Arnav and
Khushi burst out laughing.
“Arnav
bitwaa, shall I make tea for you?” Buaji asked.
“No, Buaji,
I need to get back now,” he said standing up. His eyes twinkled seeing the disappointment
on Khushi’s face.
Buaji’s
phone, sitting on her bedside table, sounded the alarm it was supposed to sound
the next morning.
“Hein?”
Buaji exclaimed. “Ab isse kaa hua?”
Arnav,
Buaji and Khushi stood looking towards her bedroom. Then Buaji said, “Bitwaa,
let me go and teach my phone a lesson. You don’t mind that I am not here to see
my damadji off, do you?”
“No, Buaji,”
Arnav said sweetly, thrilled to be called her damadji.
Buaji
waddled to her room in search of her disobedient phone.
Khushi
caught hold of his hand. “Arnavji, stay a while longer,” she wheedled.
“It is
getting late, Khushi,” he replied regretfully. “I have to check the accounts
before going to bed.”
“Oh,”
Khushi sighed.
“Waise
Khushi,” he teased. “What if I had lived-in with a girl?”
“Matlab?” she frowned.
“What would
you have done if I had lived-in with a girl some time in the past?” he asked,
expecting an entertaining response from Khushi.
“Cried,”
she admitted. “Then asked you her name and address. Then hit you.”
“Hit me?”
His eyes widened in shocked delight.
“Yes, with Buaji's belan. And
then gone to her and told her that you are mine and only mine,” Khushi
declared.
Arnav burst
out laughing.
“Aap
hasiye. You can laugh because you don’t have a live-in. Nahi tho you would be
crying now and I would be crying with you,” Khushi said, miffed.
Arnav
quickly leaned forward and kissed her soft cheek thoroughly.
She stood
looking at him, her eyes alight with pleasure.
“There is
no woman on earth to match you, Khushi,” he whispered.
Awwwwwweeeeee..... Such a lovely update....
ReplyDeleteTruly no woman like khushi! Buaji should write a book.. 101 ways to interrupt a romantic moment :P
ReplyDeleteAwwww.......that was too cute
ReplyDeletewonderful
ReplyDeleteFantastic
ReplyDeleteSheer romance
ReplyDeleteSheer ,romance
ReplyDeleteReally love this story. This Khushi is so cute and funny. Hope its going to be a really long story. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAwesome update. it's so funny. thanks for putting a smile on my face.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely update
ReplyDeletePhew
ReplyDeleteAll that tension for nothing
Ahhh he never had live in
Forget live in the man is a virgin
Even better
Or else khushi would murder that girl
And him too
She was dealing out
Thinking what if he did
But he hasn't
Never had time
Nor did he wanna
Khushi Jo inki zindagi mein aani thi
Buaji and her love story so funny
So this much closer to their wedding
Can't wait for it
Their love is so pure and heartwarming
ReplyDeleteThis Arnav is good :-). Beautiful update Smita.
ReplyDeleteSuch cute update....
ReplyDeleteSuch cute update....
ReplyDeleteAww cute update ๐๐
ReplyDeletecute and lovely..
ReplyDeleteAwwww. That was so sweet.
ReplyDeleteAww.. That was so Sweet!! And buaji and phoofaji๐๐✌️
ReplyDeletewow read all parts in one go.. enjoyed reading it.. love sweet Arnav-Khushi's love story.. :)
ReplyDeleteWow yaar...
ReplyDeleteKKG was so afraid...
What if Arnav has been in a live in relation ship..
Buaji is always pleased to see arhi sitting at a safe distance...Lol
It was really really cute update !!!!
Lovely update
ReplyDeleteBeautiful update.......................poor guy he struggled in his youth................
ReplyDeleteAwesome update!!! Loved it!!!!!
ReplyDeletewow superb update loved it thank you.................ameena671
ReplyDeleteSmita, you create the loveliest Arshi couple. They are adoreable.
ReplyDeleteSmita, you create the loveliest Arshi couple. They are adoreable.
ReplyDeletevery very very good
ReplyDeletewhere are you smitha
ReplyDeleteWill post today, my dear. Sorry abt the delay. Was terribly run off my feet!
Delete"Acha hua mein chala gaya. Pata to chala mujhe kitna mis kiya jaata he!"
Deletewill be waiting:-))
ReplyDeleteOmg! This is so freaking cute! The way Khushi described what she would do if Arnav had been in a live-in relationship was hilarious!
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