Saturday, 12 December 2015

259. OS 13. Laad Governor and Afghan Jalebi (Part 33)




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/



Dedicated to Supriya Sahasrabuddhe (Sups/ aniyathi). She wanted Mami and Payal to plot to bring A-K together. So here goes,









Part 33




They drove to Agra at night, reaching there at dawn.


Khushi yawned as they were shown to their rooms in the exclusive resort by the Taj Mahal.


“When do you have your meeting, Arnavji?” she asked as they crawled thankfully into bed.


“Ten,” he answered, stretching out in bed, fatigued. “Let’s get some sleep.”


“Ji.”


“Khushi, I haven’t forgotten your golgappe or the place you want to visit,” he murmured sleepily.


“So jaayiye,” she answered in a soft voice. “There’s time enough for all that.”







Arnav woke up in the morning, blinking as sunlight fell on his face. He turned his head to look at Khushi. She was asleep, her long lashes shielding her eyes, her beautiful form covered by the blanket.


He smiled. Seven days and nights of love and peace. He could almost dance in joy.


He looked at the clock on the wall. ‘Get up and finish the meeting, ASR,’ he told himself. ‘Then you can get on with your life with Khushi.’





Khushi stirred when she felt her husband kiss her gently on her cheek and forehead. She opened her eyes to see him sitting on the bed by her, all dressed and ready to leave.


“Good morning,” he murmured, his eyes tender and molten.


“Good morning. You are leaving, Arnavji?” she asked, sitting up.


“I will be back for lunch, Khushi. Then I will take you wherever you want to go and buy you as many golgappe as you can eat,” he said with a smile. “Breakfast is here,” he said, nodding towards the trays on the table. “Eat and rest. I will be back before you know it.”


Khushi nodded.


“Call me or Aman if you need help, Khushi. I will keep my phone close to me and warn Aman too,” he said.


“Ji.”


He stood up reluctantly. Khushi left the bed, saw him off and locked the door after him.






She smiled as she looked at the pieces of luggage. She had refused to let the attendants unpack. Their clothes were still in the bags with only necessary stuff taken out.


She grabbed an anarkali and went to have a shower and freshen up.



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Arnav returned at one to find that Khushi had ordered lunch.


“Khushi, we could have gone to one of the four restaurants here,”  he began, sorry that she had been cooped up for half a day.


“I don’t want to go to a restaurant. Let’s eat, Arnavji. After lunch, I want you to take me to a special place,” she said softly, serving him.


“Kahan?” he asked. Did she want to visit a temple or go sightseeing?


“Back to Delhi,” she said softly.


He stared at her speechless.


“You took one week off for our honeymoon, didn’t you?” she asked, a faint tinge of red on her cheeks.


“Yes,” he admitted.


“I would like to spend that one week at your nanaji’s cottage in your mama’s garden,” she said quietly.


He was speechless, surprised and moved.


His silence flustered her. She remembered Lavanya’s words about him not sharing his girlfriends’ space. Maybe he didn’t want her in his sacred place, intruding into his special zone. “If you don’t want that, it is alright, Arnavji. We can return home or stay here. I...”


He stopped her. “I want to,” he said softly. “I can’t think of anything I want more than that.”


Khushi beamed.


He leaned forward and kissed her cheek gently. “Thank you, Khushi,” he said softly.


She smiled at him and leaned forward to brush her lips against his hard, stubbled cheek.


He swallowed hard at the first, tentative act of affection she had bestowed on him out of the one night they had spent together.


“Khushi, I promise. Tum aur mein, hamesha,” he whispered.


“I know,” she said softly.





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They reached Delhi late in the evening, having taken a short visit to the Taj Mahal before leaving. He parked the car in the car shed adjacent to the cottage.


“I called Ram Lal and asked him to stock the cottage with essentials,” Arnav explained. “If we need anything else, we can go shopping.”


“Ji.”


He unlocked the cottage and led her in, holding her hand in a firm grip till he switched on the light and dispelled the darkness that scared her.


Khushi smiled at him in gratitude and looked around. Antique furniture, framed paintings and sketches done by children, simple furnishings...It was cozy, perfect for a honeymoon.
He brought in their luggage and led her to the master bedroom.


“There are three bedrooms, Khushi,” he told her.


“Ji.”


He dumped the bags and took her on a tour of the house that ended with the kitchen.


“I will serve dinner,” Khushi said.


He stayed close by as she transferred the food into dishes, stealing a kiss when they were setting the table.


Finally they sat down to eat in a small kitchen bathed in a mellow light, caught in a strange kind of silence that held anticipation and tension.


As the meal ended, Khushi sat back and asked casually, “When did you realise you love me?”


He looked at her, startled, his eyes revealing, unguarded.


Khushi didn’t wait for an answer. With her fingers fiddling with her mangalsutra she said softly, “Waise, I am not totally guiltless in this debacle.”


He swallowed hard.


“Woh—woh,” she murmured, her eyes falling to the soiled plate before her.


He felt time stand still.


She slowly lifted her eyes to look at him.


“Woh—at jiji’s wedding, I—I didn’t come to you to give you a jalebi,” she confessed. “Woh—I told Preetho that—that you looked handsome, bilkul like Salman Khanji.”


His eyes widened.


She continued bravely, “I thought you must be a friend of jiju’s from Delhi. I had no idea you were his brother. Preetho challenged me to approach you if I was so interested. I—I was scared, but I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t a coward...and I wanted to meet you. Isliye I...”


“I—I was talking to Aman about business,” he murmured.


She nodded.


“Woh—I didn’t know you were involved with Lavanya. I never thought—matlab, you could have been married. I never stopped to think.” She looked down at the table. “It was a stupid thing to do.”


He said through a dry throat, “You knocked me off my feet. I didn’t like that at all. I didn’t want to be like my father, a prey to a pretty face. That’s why I—I am sorry, Khushi. I was rude. I was angry with myself for being attracted to you. That’s why I...”


She nodded.


“It had been a hectic two months. I had just returned to Delhi from a month in Paris when I was asked to come to Lucknow for Akash’s wedding. Lavanya had been irritating me over the phone while I was in Paris and I had too much work on my hands. And I didn’t want to visit Lucknow, the place where our lives had fallen apart. I was at the end of my tether, seriously freaking out when you approached me. I am sorry,” he said softly.


She nodded.


“I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I watched you cry at the wedding and wondered if you were upset at my rudeness. It was only when you approached me with the thali and Akash introduced us that...” his voice trailed away.


She nodded. “It was a shock to find out that you were jiji’s jetji.”


“And then that pest NK turned up,” he muttered.


Khushi gasped. “Don’t say such things about my Nanheji.”


He said, “He deserves it. He was all over you and you were smiling away. I wanted to kill him.”


“Jealous?” she asked directly.


“Very,” he admitted easily.


“You had no reason to be,” she said.


“I know, but,” he paused. “I wanted to apologise to you before we left for Delhi, but.”


“I didn’t want to hear it,” Khushi admitted. “I was very angry with you. Waise, why does Nanheji call you Nannav?”


Arnav looked out of the window. “That idiot couldn’t pronounce my name properly when he was a kid. He used to lisp and call me Nannav. I thought he would grow out of it, but.” He shook his head.


Khushi smiled. “It is very cute,’ she said.


Arnav rolled his eyes.


They sat in silence for a long moment. Then he said, the words drawn out of him, “I saw you everywhere.”


“Ji?” she asked in bewilderment.


“After I got back to Delhi, it was you everywhere--in the file, on the laptop screen, in my dreams.” He shook his head in incomprehension. “I began to sketch clothes for you. I designed clothes after eight years, just for you. I filled notepads with drawings like a mad man on the loose. I drew till I dropped, till my shoulder and arm ached. I could see you in the lehengas and sarees and anarkalis I drew.” He smiled. “My firm has never produced ethnic clothes before. I started a line just for you, calling it diversification.”


She smiled.


“What kind of madness is this, Khushi?” he asked softly.


“I don’t know, Arnavji. But whatever it is, we are both caught in it. That’s enough for me,” she said softly.


He nodded slowly.


“I never thought something like this existed. I never believed—I didn’t know that my whole mind, body, soul—everything I am—would be focused on another person. That your happiness would mean more to me than mine. I didn’t know, Khushi,” he admitted.


She nodded.


“Di talked to me of marriage and I blew up. I never intended to marry. Never. After what happened in my past, I had absolutely no plans to marry. That’s why I went in for girlfriends who knew the score, girlfriends I didn’t care about and who didn’t give a damn about me. If I knew I would meet you some day, Khushi, I would never have...”


She looked down at her plate. She got up and began collecting the used utensils, not looking at his face. She placed them in the sink and opened the tap, making certain that her back was facing him and her face was hidden from him.


His hand came to shut the tap.


Khushi stiffened.


His hands cupped her shoulders. He gently tugged her back against him.


She lowered her head hoping to hide her tear-stained face.


He turned her to face him, his heart stopping at the sight of her wet face.





“Khushi,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and hugging her as tightly as he could.


Khushi sobbed hard, her arms around his back, her fingers clutching his shoulders. All her sorrow and her insecurities poured out as hot tears, wetting his jacket and shattering his heart into a thousand pieces.


“Khushi, please don’t cry,” he whispered, his voice shaky.


Her body shook under the force of her anguish.


He rubbed her back, showered kisses on her hair and rubbed her scalp to calm and soothe her, but to no avail.


She continued to weep soundlessly, her slim body unable to withstand the pangs of misery.


He bent to lift her in his arms. She hid her face in the crook of his neck. Holding her securely in his arms, he carried her to their bedroom and set her down.


He got in with her and lay hugging her, not letting an inch of space between them.


“I met Lavanya at the restaurant yesterday,” she admitted against his heart, her voice tear-filled.


His breath stopped.


Fresh hot tears wet his chest.


He shut his moist eyes in acute grief. He didn’t ask her what Lavanya had said.


“That’s why I said I don’t want to stay in a hotel,” she admitted.


He nodded, feeling terrible.


"I didn't want our honeymoon to be like...be like..." she wept.


“Do you think I will confuse you with another lady, Khushi?” he asked gently.


She said nothing.


“I won’t, ever. They don’t exist, not in my head, not in my heart, not in my life. They never did, not even when I was seeing them.”


Tears flowed silently down her cheeks. He tried to dry her cheeks with his fingers.


When her tears subsided, he asked softly, “Don’t you trust me, Khushi?”


She nodded.


“Do you think I loved any of my girlfriends?” he asked.


She had no hesitation in shaking her head.


“Then please don’t cry, Khushi. I can’t change the past. Not what happened to my and your parents, not our childhoods, not my girlfriends. Give me a chance to make a new present and a future for us,” he pleaded.


Khushi nodded, trying to dry her wet face.


“I promise to spend the rest of my life loving you and only you, Khushi,” he said seriously.


She nodded, sniffing.


“I love you, Khushi,” he said softly, feeling liberated, free as the words slipped out.


“I know,” she countered.


“Then believe it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.


Her lips parted.


“You may not believe it, but this is new for me, Khushi, as much as it is to you,” he whispered before kissing her as though he had been starving for her.


She clutched his shoulders; her fingers raked his hair.

They rolled over, Khushi lying on him, their lips still locked.


He relieved her of the weight of her dupatta. Her fingers attacked his jacket. He unzipped her and slid the anarkali down her arms and body, his fingers trailing gently over the exposed skin.


Khushi moaned loudly.


 She unbuttoned his shirt and ran an eager hand over the vast expanse of his chest.


He turned to let her lie on her back, his legs coiling with hers.




“Khushi, I love you...so much,” he groaned.


Khushi answered by throwing his shirt away and attacking him with kisses to every available surface. In between she murmured, “Hum bhi aapse bahut prem karte hein.”


Her hand moved down his torso.


He shivered. “Khushi...”


She caught hold of his belt and tugged.


“Khushi,” he whispered hoarsely.


He managed to free her of her clothes and traced her figure with trembling fingers.


 “Arnavji,” she squealed.


“Hhmmm?” he asked, setting his lips to work.


Her nails marked his back, unable to bear the sweet torture of his touch.


“You are a shaitan,” she whispered against his lips.


“Only yours, Khushi,” he promised, moving his lips down to the base of her throat where her pulse throbbed.


“Rakshas,” she whimpered.


“Only yours, Khushi,” he said kissing her lower.


“Laad Governor kahin ka,” she groaned.


“Only yours, Khushi,” he sealed the promise against her navel. “Hamesha, hamesha, my sweet Afghan jalebi.”






The End



Darlings,


Will be back next week with a new story. I need the time to finish the last few chapters of my novel, Waiting For You, edit and publish it.


Keep safe,


Bye!


Rash's Interpretation:

Part 32



Just a simple request from Khushi to spend their honeymoon at the cottage of his Mama’s garden left Arnav Singh Raizada bereft of words… When he had given Khushi the hotel room with the best view of Taj Mahal, the queen of his heart, opted for his mother’s humble abode… The loving husband’s reaction of stunned silence had doubts creep into her mind… But his happy agreement sealed away those doubts for forever…



Once in the cottage after having something suited to their  palate, Khushi took him by surprise with her query… when did he realize that he loved her?… She admitted that she too had her guilt part in their first meet… She told him she had made the advance taking up the challenge from her friend, without even bothering to find out whether he was already taken… This confession of hers opened to his outpour… He was at the end of his tether with his work and Lavanya’s irritating ways… With her step to converse with him, she Khushi, became the butt of his anger without realizing who it could be as he had been away when Akash’s wedding was fixed.



After meeting her, she became the source of his inspiration, his happiness…. She clouded his thoughts, and he lived in its haze which was akin to madness… He spoke at length about his thoughts on love, marriage and his girl friends’… They knew the score all along and were happy to go along… His way of life was fine by him until he met her… His only regret was if only he knew that he was to meet a girl named Khushi, who lived up to her given name and more, he would have waited for her to appear… On the canvas of life… we often go off color… but as long as there are special people to add the right shades…. Life goes on to be a rainbow… If only he knew… After hearing his version, Khushi was filled with tears…



Seeing her in tears shattered his heart to smithereens… The most important thing in communication is hearing what is not said… He could see, she, a simple person, who hid a thousand feelings behind the happiest smile, had lowered her happy mask and gave vent to her feelings… With tears streaming down her cheeks she told him of her meeting Lavanya and that was the root cause for her to uproot them from the hotel… She didn’t want her life with him to be a repeat of how it was with his girlfriends… Arnav asked her to trust him and he would never ever confuse her with them as they meant nothing to him emotionally… If he could give her one thing… he would give her the ability to see herself through his eyes… Then she would realize how special she was… The best thing in life was finding her… knowing all his mistakes and weakness… and still thinks that he is complete and special…

He realized after he met Khushi that anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you… but it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show how much they love you…

This was the story of the Laad Governor and his Afghan Jalebi… the delectable looking man who had his nose high up in the air, was brought down from his high horses by a deceptive looking simple small town girl, who became his wife… She, Khushi was a person with positive outlook, with her own set of ideas and responsibilities… Her charisma and strength of character were quite unconventional in her surroundings… Yet with her unique identity she held harmony in the family as of utmost importance… Be it with her adopted family or the family she was married to or her relation with her husband with her soft look held on to her beliefs and adjusted her sails whenever necessary without compromising her dignity…  The secret of happiness is letting every situation be what it is, instead of what you think it should be…. That’s why she is an Afghan Jalebi, the deceptive beloved of her Lord Governor…



A beautiful story has come to an end…  Smita… it was a delight to go through and was hooked to it… Loved every twist of it…

171 comments:

  1. Ohh end nooo:(...well this one was really really epic story...looking forward for next one

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  2. Awesome ending to yet another mind blowing story. Loved it to bits Smitha. Can't wait for you to get started on your next story

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  3. Ek chota sa epilogue please pretty please with cherry on top ...

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    1. This story is complete. Will be back soon.

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  4. Loved this story.... Enjoyed reading it n grateful for the regular updates.... Will look forward for the new story..

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    1. Next week, as soon as my novel is ready for publishing.

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  5. Oh you ended it :(

    That was a super one. Thank you so much. Love your writing and look forward to the next one.

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  6. Wonderful story Smitha.. thanks a ton for it.. ARSHI hamesha.. loved the ending.. Arnav and his afghan jalebi.. :) <3

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    1. Afghan jalebi, mashooq farebi, ghayal he tera deewana...

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  7. A super duper update...
    Adding this again to my favourite list..
    Finally they are one and home..
    So so sweet
    Will wait for ur next update smita

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    1. One week. Will miss all of you, but I need to finish my novel.

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  8. Superb update! Loved it!
    But too bad that we will miss this story because you have raised above and beyond your amazing writing skills that you had set for yourself Smitaji. A million wishes to you! God bless you!
    Will wait for another story of yours to take us fans to Arshi land!!

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    1. The next one is ready in my head. Let me publish my novel. Will rush back here.

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  9. Superb, what a story!what an end! love it.
    eager to read your next one.
    wish you all the best.

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  10. Wow ,I liked the way ,they reached a conclusion and he confessed his love for her. Very well done ,looking fwd to you writing more .

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  11. wow brilliant update and ending loved it keep writing amazing stories for us thank you........ameena671

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  12. Brilliant and swift end .. He confessed his feelings so beautifully and there is not a single doubt left .. Awesome

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    1. All doubts cleared. Ab Khushi Kumari is khush and no longer a kumari..LOL!

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  14. Outstanding, brilliant, amazing end to one of the most beautiful tales ever written about Arnav and Khushi!!! This story has topped all of your previous works!!! Hands down, one of the best ones ever told!!! Thank you so much for this treat!!! *can't stop clapping*

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    1. Thank u, my dear. Will be back soon with the next one.

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  15. Thanks for such a beautiful update Smita. Will eagerly wait for the nect story.....

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  16. Wow waiting for u'r new story����������������

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  17. Again a beautiful story ended. superb.

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  18. It was an awesome story smita.waiting for next one

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  19. Such a beautiful story
    It was such a joy to read this everyday
    Thank you very much for writing this beautiful Kahani

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    1. Thank u, my dear. Will be back soon with the next tale.

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  20. That was a perfect ending... But why do I feel sad. It happense with every story. I feel like it should go on and on.... You write so wonderfully Smita. I just love your stories.

    Waiting for the next one to begin...

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  21. Waiting for the next one to begin

    A beautiful end.
    Smita your stories are so beautiful.... They always bring a smile on my face

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    1. Look out for Shyam the snake in the next tale.

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  22. Beautiful end to this beautifully written story :)

    Your too good Smita!!! Thank you as always

    Good luck and All the best publishing your book.

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  23. That was such an amazing end to an awesome story!!! Loved every chapter, cannot wait for the next adventure to begin!!!!!

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    1. Adventure is the right word. Get ready for the next one.

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  24. Lovely ending! Part of me is sad that this journey is over. And what a journey it was! We were with Arnav and Khushi every step of the way!
    Thanks once again for giving us such a wonderful piece of'sapnon ki duniya'.
    Will you be able to give us an epilogue- a teeny tiny little one?
    I'm waiting for your next published work. When is your novel coming out?
    Will snakewaa be a part of your next OS?
    Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you and many hugs and muuuaaahhhs for this story and for patiently putting up with my nagging for updates.
    Will wait for your next masterpiece eagerly. Take care and God bless you.

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    1. I want to publish Waiting for You before December ends. The next story will have Shyam in it. No epilogue, KC. This story doesn't need it. You know how Arnav will treasure Khushi.

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    2. Waiting for " waiting for you ".

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    3. Soon. Working on it as we speak.

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  25. SB, I hope everything is fine with you. Where are you?

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    1. SB, we are planning to send out a search party for you. Kya khayal he?

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  26. Lovely ending.
    Khushi is now sure that arnav only loves her and will always be loyal to her.
    Thank you for sharing this story with us. Waiting eagerly for the next one

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  27. I am with kaycee...can you give an epilogue please!

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    1. No, my dear. This story is complete. A & K don't need an epilogue.

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  28. Smitarji, you have given us a very beautiful love story that we will remember Long after it has ended. Truly one of your best, if not the very best. And that's saying a lot, as you have so many beautiful stories. Kudos!

    The characters are complex with depths n layers. I have enjoyed the fascinating insights into their psyches n lives. You could do a textbook case on ASR/Arnavji alone. The development of Kushi from a giddy young girl to a mature woman was fleshed out well, although I believe you could have given us more. I am greedy, mind you.

    I also wish that we could have seen more of Lavanya n Lisa. You have given them life here, humanising them, not mere cardboard n 2 dimensional characters. I would have loved to see more of them.

    You made me happy, sad, angry, baffled at the twists n turns. Looking forward to more interesting stories in the future.

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    1. Let me focus on Waiting For You. That novel has been in my head for one full year and the characters are begging to be let out to breathe. I have been writing in fits and starts over the year and want to finish it as it deserves to be finished..with a bang.

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    2. Agree 100%. This is truly one of Smitaji's best. What stands out for me is the imperfectly perfect Arnav. The way he starts of as ASR and ends up as Arnav.

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  29. Hey di After a long time m commenting here.Only I knw kya kya jugad karna pada. Ok so........ Actually m not getting words. So I think a lil poetry will do it. :)

    Lafz na mile to ho jati hoon pareshaan
    Sochti hoon kaise karoo haal-e-dil bayaan

    padhati hoon jab Arshi ke mann ki dastaan
    Bhav-vibhor ho jate hai mera dil meri jaan

    Dhundati rehti hoon har gali har jahaan
    Par kahin na milti aap jaisi kahaniyaan

    Sochti hoon kaise karoo haal-e-dil bayaan

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    1. Welcome back Priya... Howz your stydies going on?

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    2. Studies are going well Rashmi di. I m doing a Tally for now. Have given eligibility exam for the same. Let's see what happens. How r u? We are talking after a long time.

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  30. Awesome story.......beautiful ending.......

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  31. Beautiful ending to a very beautiful story...my favourite. .offcourse all yr stories r my favourite. ..reading this story updates everytime I wished arnav to be my husband.hahahahahha...I was actually jealous of khushi in this story..lol...amazing story..smitaji I wanna know how u get so many ideas of different stories related to arshi. .I mean I guess when U are writing a story u already have the plot of next story in ur mind...its just so amazing.. that's why I said u are just gifted and brilliant. .well smitaji I have a wish...if ever possible plz plan a story showing anjali in negative role and how arnav realises it..its just one of my wish to see arnav realising that he can't just play with any gals life just because of his blind love for his di..like they showed in serial...I wish they had shown khushi also to have a real brother which loves her like arnav loved anjali. ...and who acts as her shield..anyways it's just my thinking. .will wait for ur story smitaji. ..thank u so much for all the lovely storiez...Gud luck

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    1. So glad you had fun reading it. Hope you enjoy my novel too when I finish it. I did touch on this in Knowing Khushi and a couple of other stories like The other Woman.

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  33. Nice one Smita.
    I always thought that when Lavanya would finally meet Khushi, she would spew venom. Didn't see her inadvertently clearing the cobwebs in Khushi's brain though.
    Hope to read more from your pen.

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    1. One week more. Then I am back here. Surprised you with La-K convo, didn't I? LOL!

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  34. It is such a beautiful story which made me waited anxiously day after day. Such an amazing end. You are an amazing writer smita. Hats off. Hope your arnav and kushi's stories never end. Already looking eagerly for the next arshi dear.

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    1. Thank u, my dear. I write because I have such appreciative readers like you.

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  35. Smitaji, is Shyam going to the nice guy or the creepwaa? I must say that he is a very good baddie.

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  36. Scrap Booker, Where are you? I hope you are keeping safe and well. Missing you here.

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    1. Exactly. I was wondering too. kya hua usse?

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  37. Amazing ending to a beautiful story Smita. Loved it. Looking forward to your novel and next story. Hey Smita, like in Smiling Girl or Keeping Khushi, let us have some sweet pairing for NK as well.

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  38. Beautiful ending to one of the amazing stories smitaji....

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  39. Ummm! Smitaji, can you please give us the title of your next story? That'll keep me speculating/imagining until you post the actual story.
    School has begun and we're going to be working through the Christmas holidays b'cos we've lost a lot of working days. The first assignment for the kids was the mosquito control idea given by rulama ji. I'm hoping this idea will spread fast. Thank you once again rulamaji.

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    1. Once Upon a Wedding. Aaya kuch samajh mein? Working through vacation? Hai Ram!

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    2. "Once upon a Wedding" - imagination working overtime.
      Next question - When are you posting the story? He He!!! Couldn't resist.

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  40. Thank you, Smitaji, for this beautiful story, for Arshi's
    idyll, and for your crazy mind, your imagination which generate such wonderful stories!!! I hope that it will be stay crazy like this for ever, so IPKKND fairy tales could never end!!! I adore your writing, dear Smita!! It's really another world with happy endings, happy love, familiar people and where I can feel cosy and happy.So, bahut bahut shukriya, Smitaji!!


    P.S. I got that job, so now I am snowed under with work, but I eagerly waiting for your next story!! Once upon a Wedding, mmm!:)))

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    1. Felicitations pour votre obtenir l'emploi. Good luck. I, too, am a sucker for happy endings.

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    2. Congrats! Will get back in January. Very, very busy with novel and other work right now. Yes, these stories are our comfort zone where everything is perfect and hamesha. Writing them is my stress buster.

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    3. Thank you, Kaaycee!=) Happy endings are exactly what real life often miss, hein? So here we could enjoy fully,thanks to Smita ji=)))))))

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    4. Thank you, Smita, dear! Good luck for you with your novel, and your work! I hope everything will be fine, and in January we will savor your story=)

      BTW, if this is not a secret, what is your profession? I'm really interesting!=))))

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    5. A big secret. Why don't you try to guess, Olga? What am I?

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    6. I have two suggestions - either you are a teacher (professor), or you are a doctor =)

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    7. Is Olga right? I too have a feeling that you have something to do with the field of education.

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    8. I thought, Kaaycee, that you should know Smitaji's profession!=)
      And what about yours, if it isn't also a secret?=))))

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    9. Was a teacher. Am a chef right now if you count me living in my kitchen cooking for my family a profession. (It sometimes feels like an unpaid job..LOL!) IT? Hai Re Nandkisore!

      KC is a brave soul, a teacher, Olga. She teaches English.

      Ab gaaasss (guess) karo what my profession ijj.

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    10. Yay! So Olga and I were right. A teacher!! Smitaji, did you also teach English? I'm also a cfhef(going by your definition). I have a teenaged son. Need I say more?
      Now, your profession - a full time author.

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    11. Haan, English. yahan pe, teenager daughter. Would love to be a full-time author, but unfortunately, that won't pay my bills. Even though hundreds read my blog, they won't part with their money to buy my novels. LOL! My real profession is something else altogether. Socho, socho.

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    12. Hmmm! Let's see. A former teacher!! I firmly believe once a teacher always a teacher. Am in mami baand mode - I think it would be challenging to find a suitable career after interacting with children. So you probably have a job where you meet children/ other people.
      Option A) tutor
      Option B) ESL TEACHER
      Option C) career / guidance counselor
      Please tell me if I am at least getting somewhere close to guessing it right.

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    13. Don't be discouraged Smitaji. It is only a matter of time before your novels take off. I've already hinted to hubby dearest that he should get " Waiting for you" for a "just because" gift. He's actually looking forward to the book more than me because he knows it'll be a hit and I think he is secretly relieved that he doesn't have to go shopping.( Can't hide the fact that I am nutso about your stories)

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    14. My guess is also based on your wonderful characterizations.

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    15. Oh, thank you for you replies!=) Actually it seems that here there is a party for English teachers=)
      And yes, I absolutely agree with Kaaycee, that it is only a matter of time before your novels take off, I adore your writing and eagerly waiting for your novel too!

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    16. KC, option three ijj right, but not career counsellor. A basket of jalebis for you.

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    17. YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! Thank you for the jalebis. That's one of the things I love about being a teacher. It's not just about the subject material. I get an opportunity to mould young minds and every day is dynamic with the kids presenting me with so many challenges.

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  41. Smitaji, is this Shyam going to be a bipolar snakewaa or a cool, suave baddie?

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    2. A bipolar Shyam! As soon as you said it I had to go and watch a few scenes on hotstar. Truly, apart from the lead pair, Shyam's contribution to the success of IPKKND can't be denied. He was the character we loved to hate.

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  42. Smitaji, are we going to wait for long? eager to read your next story. please update soon, I'm n vacation so I'll take my time to read and enjoy the parts.

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  43. SB, What's going on with you? You've fallen silent all of a sudden. I pray you are keeping well.

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  44. Smita,
    Just realized I haven't commented nay commended you for this wonderful story. Your simple, positive characters are uplifting. I really applaud your updates, both for being almost daily & their length- oh how hard it must be with AD butting in!

    I've considerably increased the page views of your blog to see if there is an epilogue or a new story :-)

    As eagerly waiting for the next story as Arnav & Kushi do for glimpses of each other...

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  45. Oh & Wish you & your wonderful readers a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year.

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  46. Hi smita di, dis is Dipanwita.. I have read ur all stories & have been a crazy fan if ur writing.. This Afghan jalebi story was superb BT I am very sad it ended BT evry good thing has to be ended... BT plzzzz can u give us a epilogue... & I have a idea!!! You can call it a request as well
    can u plz write a story... The idea is khushi goes away from Arnav after diwali night's declaration.. & Arnav realises his folly & his love for khushi.. & how Arnav makes khushi his after all the hurdles.. The main one being khushi... Plz can u write on this something.. I will be very happy & thrilled as well... Bye as of now & u rocked di.. Thanx for giving us such lovely stotis to read..

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    1. I have already written it, my dear. Try Finding Khushi on my blog.

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    2. Thanx di for the information... I have read it.. & its awesome.. Trust me u r one of my favourite writer.. When u r going to write ur next story?? I m sure along with me everyone is egarly waiting for u.. Plz write..

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  47. Smitaji, we are getting a couple of days off for Christmas and so I decided I had the time to read this story all over again. (I'm not telling you how many times I've read it already.) I've said enough about A and K but I think this Lavanya tugs at the heartstrings. You've humanized her and towards the end I was left feeling sorry for the way she had been treated by ASR and happy that she was able to find someone who could give her what she wanted. I've always liked La's character in the show, so thank you for a wonderful depiction.

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  48. BTW, what's the status of "Waiting for You"? (I've decided I'm going to be the official Smitens pest / nag)
    Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.

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    1. Writing chap 25. Hoping to finish the novel & editing in one week.

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    2. "Once upon a Wedding" - whose wedding? Hint hint hint hint hint please please please please please!

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  49. Hi Smita, Wish you, your family and your readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

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  50. Hello Smita dear, this was a very beautiful story and amazing journey for ArHi. Looking forward to such awesome journey.

    Wish you, your family and readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

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  51. Smitaji, I know you are very busy but if and when you do find time (not now but sometime in the future), it is my most sincere wish that you would rewrite IPKKND. You could keep the salient points as it was in the show such as 1. Khushi from Lucknow (minus the ugly hairclips and pompoms) 2. Arnav's past 3.Shyam's snakeish behaviour 4. Your kind of mamiji 5. No Sheetal (that track was cringeworthy) 6. Definitely no Mrs.India and I don't know what else. My imagination is already stretched to its limits. If you write this, then this could be the IPKKND bible (so to speak). I was watching a couple of scenes on hotstar and felt that the CV's had an overdose of saas bahu serials. They could have done so much with the characters. Each had so much potential. I know that this is wishful thinking on my part but I can't help it. I know you can do justice to it. The reason I brought this up is your perfect depiction of ASR in this story. Part 5 is your best to date. Just a humble request Smitaji.

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  52. Many Happy Returns of the Day Smita.... May you have many more wonderful years...

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  53. Smitajii. Is it your birthday.Many many happy returns of the day. God bless you with health wealth and happiness. Let all your dreams come true. Enjoy life to the fullest.

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  54. Happy Birthday Smitaji. I just found out from rulama's comment that today is your birthday. I pray that you have a long, healthy and prosperous life.
    P.S: My son was born on 25th Dec. Just turned 15.

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    2. Hiya Priya, so nice to have you back. I hope you had a good trip. Thank you so much for your wishes. Will pass it on to him.

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    3. Belated wishes to the Christmassy boy who shares his birthday with Vajpayee too...

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    4. Thank you rulamaji. Will pass it on to him.

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  55. A very very happy birthday Smita.I hope I am not too late in wishing ..

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  56. A very very (belated) happy birthday SMITA dear :)

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  57. Dear smitar ,wishing you a very happy birthday and lots of good wishes ,and I love to download your nxt story ,I have the first one

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  58. happy birth day; Smita. best wishes.

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  59. Belated Birthday wishes Smita .And a Happy New Year.May all your wishes come true.

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  60. Just now completed reading the whole parts...I felt really bad for Khushi at the initial parts..But felt better after witnessing the change of ruthless,angry,no-shaadi,no-love ASR to Khushi's Arnav Ji..Thanks a lot for such a beautiful ArShi tale Smita Ji..

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  61. hiii smitar, i had scrapped u on IF but ur not active there anymore i guess.....

    i have heard a lot about ur stories , but today i found out that its protected.... plz can i get access plz.
    my id appy5293@gmail.com
    thank youuuuu.

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  62. Hi di, Hope u remember me... I want to read ur story once upon a wedding bt find it protected.. Plz can I get the access.. My id- dilipkdas1961@gmail.com plzzzz di.. I am going crazy without reading ur stories

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  63. Now this is what I LOVE about your stories... How you terrify me with the possibility of destruction of the world as we know it and then... Then you solve it sooooo simply... There is no way in the world I could have thought in my wildest imagination that the much dreaded meeting with La will be what it takes to remove all doubts from Khushi's mind. This story has been full of unexpected yet much appreciated twists and turns.

    My favorite part...
    La... He never kisses...
    Khushi... He misses no opportunity to kiss me... to touch me...

    Sigh... I love simplicity... I love intelligent characters... I love your stories. Mazaa aa gaya!!!

    Love and regards,

    P.S. Is it possible... just a suggestion... for the characters in your books to be named Arnav and Khushi... Just saying

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  64. dear smita i love your stories very much.i also followed you in India Forum also.Now i wished to read your latest story.Can you send your new blog link to josnirmala@gmail.com id.Plzzzzzzz

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  65. Beautiful story smitha... nice ending...

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  67. Hi Smita, very nice story.. I liked it..
    Plz checkout my arshi ff too : http://ffarshi.blogspot.in/p/arshi-sp-work-index.html

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  70. HELLO DEAR ,I WANT TO READ YOUR STORY IN WORDPRESS,PLEASE GIVE ME ACCESS.YOUR OLD READER

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  71. Thanks for sharing this post. very helpul information you have provided in this website. Love to read your complete post.

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  72. Plz give me your blog password.. plzzzzz

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  73. Please give me your password.I will be waiting for you

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  74. please provide me the password for the new blog as i am dying to read them further
    please please

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  75. please provide me the password for the new blog as i am dying to read them further
    please please

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  77. Such a wonderful story. Loved it

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  78. I read all of your stories in just one go..... Loved all of them a lot.... I'm so much adddicted to your stories now ...... I wish to read all of your other stories in the blog.... Please provide me the access for new blog .... Please author .... Pretty please...

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  79. Haan! You always give us such satisfying stories of love

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