01-01-2019, 01:13 PM
PART 16
Look for a surprise at the end of chapter!
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Shillong was the immaculate paradigm of the word ‘picturesque’. Every bit of stress and emotional turbulence that Khushi and Arnav seemed to have experienced had vanished away into the thin air as they took in the surreal beauty of Shillong and its hills.
The accommodation Arnav had offered to Khushi was located atop a hill and had offered scenic view from almost all the windows. Khushi was sure that she would not be missing her old home and city too much while she was surrounded by such divine landscape.
“Khoosi, this is Swati Aunty. She literally brought me up from my childhood. Aunty, this is Khoosi, I mean Khushi,” said Arnav, stopping midway, unable to name their relationship in a way which would placate both Swati and Khushi.
“Good morning, Aunty,” said Khushi with a smile gracing her lips. Arnav was pleasantly surprised to see Khushi addressing Swati like him.
“Good Morning, Arnav and Khushi. I hope you did not have any trouble while traveling here,” greeted Swati affectionately.
“Aunty, show her the master bedroom. I will freshen up and be back,” said Arnav.
“Master bedroom? It’s your right to stay there. I cannot stay in that room,” said Khushi, unable to stay in a room which might have been shared my Rati and Arnav in the past. She just did not want to take over something which might have a lot of emotional value to Arnav.
“I will be coming here just for a few days, Khoosi. You need comfort and the best this time around. Master bedroom has an intercom and has every kind of security measure added to it. At least for my peace of mind that you would be comfortable, please don’t refuse,” he requested, knowing well that Khushi could not refuse anything which would give happiness to him.
“If you say so,” accepted Khushi, finally giving up, despite a part of her heart fighting against her.
“Thank you. Aunty, if you don’t mind,” prompted Arnav, as Swati took over, smiling at them affectionately.
Swati began leading the way towards the lift to reach the floor on which the master bedroom was located, which Khushi realized was second, after Swati pressed a button with ‘2’ printed on.
“I don’t know what relationship you share with him or why he brought you here, Khushi. I don’t even know if I am supposed to tell you this or not but this is the happiest I have seen him since he got into a relationship with Rati. He is almost like a son to me, so thank you so much for bringing happiness into his life as your name indicates,” said Swati with a motherly smile.
“Since the beginning of their relationship? Everyone knew about their relationship?” questioned Khushi, gulping down her pain as she spoke about their relationship. She was not aware that Arnav’s family was aware of their relationship since the inception of it.
“In fact, it was pre-planned one, dear. Arnav’s parents, gods bless them, they loved Arnav a lot but sometimes it looked like they loved their status more. Rati’s father was a client of the company founded by Arnav’s father. Mr. and Mrs. Raizada wanted Arnav and Rati to be in a relationship so that the business ties could deepen and they could flourish,” answered Swati, moving out of the lift as it stopped at second floor, closely followed by Khushi.
“I cannot believe! They asked their teenage son and daughter to get into a relationship!” exclaimed Khushi, rolling her eyes in disbelief.
“Initially, the plan was just to be friends but later Arnav fell for Rati and the rest, as they say, is history but the Raizadas were very happy by the happenings,” revealed Swati, a weak smile on her lips as she opened the password-locked door of the master bedroom as Khushi lost herself in thoughts.
“Password is 119014490,” said Swati pulling Khushi out of her reverie and made her move into the room following her.
“But why did you tell about Arnav’s past to me, Aunty?” questioned Khushi suddenly.
“Because, there are only two people that I have seen looking at Arnav with the same love as me. One is Rati and other is you. A mother’s heart always yearns to find happiness to her child and Arnav seems to have that happiness with you which he had lost years ago. I was being selfish by trying to gain your sympathy for my son so that he can be happy throughout his life. Anyways, please take rest and if you need anything call me through the intercom on 1000,” said Swati with a chuckle and moved out of the room, leaving Khushi to her own mental turmoil and confusion.
How did it escape her mind since years, wondered Khushi. His eyes had betrayed his sorrow to her since ages and it had not been till Swati informed her that she realized that the unknown emotion hovering in his twinkling eyes during their college times was agony. Khushi cursed herself for not being by his side over the years. Her insolent heart could not help but question her if their lives would have been completely different if she had chosen to be open about her unconditional love towards him since the beginning.
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The knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She carefully rose from her lying position to open the door.
“Arnav?” she questioned as she eyed at the man who stole her heart at her doorstep.
“I had a wish, actually request. I don’t know how to say it..” Arnav was clearly struggling with his words in a way Khushi had never seen him.
“You can tell, Arnav. I promise I won’t mind and will try my best to fulfill it,” she vowed.
“I want to feel the baby,” he said in one breath, taking away her breath.
Khushi’s heartbeats raced at a previously unknown speed as she felt a wave of unknown emotions develop in the pit of her abdomen.
“If you want, you can listen to the heartbeats of the baby too. It has been more than twenty-seven days so the heart must have formed. I have my stethoscope with me,” she offered finally gaining a control of her emotions.
“Definitely! Where is it?” he questioned without wasting a moment. His eagerness to feel the baby and the smile which played on his lips made a smile grace her own lips as her heart swelled with affection.
“It is in the draw beside the bed,” she answered as Arnav took the largest steps he could to reach out to the medical instrument he had mocked in the past but cherished more than anything in the present for being the channel to connect to his unborn.
Having prepared for medical stream, he was aware of how the instrument worked and how much pressure would be appropriate to hear the heartbeats of the unborn.
He knelt down in front of Khushi and carefully lifted her top, the trail of his fingers leaving fire on her skin, making Khushi feel if Arnav had some magic in his fingers which seeped right through her skin and seared her soul.
As he pressed the cold metal against her hot skin and the sound of the heartbeats reverberated in his ears, he felt inexplicable and delirious joy course through his veins and he felt light-headed with sheer exquisiteness of the moment.
The baby which was a part of him, his biggest dream and also the part of the woman to whom his satisfaction meant more than anything. Adoration, admiration and affection swelled in his heart towards the angel who fulfilled his every wish. He could feel his very mind etching the picture deep in itself on the canvas of his senses with myriads of emotions as colors.
The divine smile which played on her lips to see him happy threatened to steal his heart and then did he realize why they said that it was not possible for a man to not love two women in his life- his mother and the mother of his child.
Allowing his emotions to take control, he gravitated towards her and placed a firm yet gentle kiss where her womb was present, sending waves of euphoria through her body which resonated in his own.
Khushi clutched her hands together to avoid touching him and suppress the storm of her own emotions. As Arnav looked up, his eyes meeting hers in an embrace of sublime and overwhelming emotions, they were both sure of one thing- there were going to get trapped in the web of complex emotions and even complicated situations but they did not seem regret it even a bit.
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Longest update till date for this! I really hope you liked it. I have no experience of how it feels to have a child, either my own or through someone else, so mothers and fathers out there, sincere apologies if this does not do justice to your immense love for your kids.
So coming to the surprise, unveiling the teaser of the prequel of our story ‘Hues of Love’:
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“Do I understand him? Not at all. Does he understand me? He understands even that which I don’t say. Even today,” Khushi said, looking into the space as tears pooled in her eyes.
“You will never know how much I love you and I will never know if you ever cared and if this nonchalance of yours is a facade or your love was a charade,” he thought, looking at her intently, noting the remnants of pain and brine in her eyes.
Look for a surprise at the end of chapter!
________________________________________
Shillong was the immaculate paradigm of the word ‘picturesque’. Every bit of stress and emotional turbulence that Khushi and Arnav seemed to have experienced had vanished away into the thin air as they took in the surreal beauty of Shillong and its hills.
The accommodation Arnav had offered to Khushi was located atop a hill and had offered scenic view from almost all the windows. Khushi was sure that she would not be missing her old home and city too much while she was surrounded by such divine landscape.
“Khoosi, this is Swati Aunty. She literally brought me up from my childhood. Aunty, this is Khoosi, I mean Khushi,” said Arnav, stopping midway, unable to name their relationship in a way which would placate both Swati and Khushi.
“Good morning, Aunty,” said Khushi with a smile gracing her lips. Arnav was pleasantly surprised to see Khushi addressing Swati like him.
“Good Morning, Arnav and Khushi. I hope you did not have any trouble while traveling here,” greeted Swati affectionately.
“Aunty, show her the master bedroom. I will freshen up and be back,” said Arnav.
“Master bedroom? It’s your right to stay there. I cannot stay in that room,” said Khushi, unable to stay in a room which might have been shared my Rati and Arnav in the past. She just did not want to take over something which might have a lot of emotional value to Arnav.
“I will be coming here just for a few days, Khoosi. You need comfort and the best this time around. Master bedroom has an intercom and has every kind of security measure added to it. At least for my peace of mind that you would be comfortable, please don’t refuse,” he requested, knowing well that Khushi could not refuse anything which would give happiness to him.
“If you say so,” accepted Khushi, finally giving up, despite a part of her heart fighting against her.
“Thank you. Aunty, if you don’t mind,” prompted Arnav, as Swati took over, smiling at them affectionately.
Swati began leading the way towards the lift to reach the floor on which the master bedroom was located, which Khushi realized was second, after Swati pressed a button with ‘2’ printed on.
“I don’t know what relationship you share with him or why he brought you here, Khushi. I don’t even know if I am supposed to tell you this or not but this is the happiest I have seen him since he got into a relationship with Rati. He is almost like a son to me, so thank you so much for bringing happiness into his life as your name indicates,” said Swati with a motherly smile.
“Since the beginning of their relationship? Everyone knew about their relationship?” questioned Khushi, gulping down her pain as she spoke about their relationship. She was not aware that Arnav’s family was aware of their relationship since the inception of it.
“In fact, it was pre-planned one, dear. Arnav’s parents, gods bless them, they loved Arnav a lot but sometimes it looked like they loved their status more. Rati’s father was a client of the company founded by Arnav’s father. Mr. and Mrs. Raizada wanted Arnav and Rati to be in a relationship so that the business ties could deepen and they could flourish,” answered Swati, moving out of the lift as it stopped at second floor, closely followed by Khushi.
“I cannot believe! They asked their teenage son and daughter to get into a relationship!” exclaimed Khushi, rolling her eyes in disbelief.
“Initially, the plan was just to be friends but later Arnav fell for Rati and the rest, as they say, is history but the Raizadas were very happy by the happenings,” revealed Swati, a weak smile on her lips as she opened the password-locked door of the master bedroom as Khushi lost herself in thoughts.
“Password is 119014490,” said Swati pulling Khushi out of her reverie and made her move into the room following her.
“But why did you tell about Arnav’s past to me, Aunty?” questioned Khushi suddenly.
“Because, there are only two people that I have seen looking at Arnav with the same love as me. One is Rati and other is you. A mother’s heart always yearns to find happiness to her child and Arnav seems to have that happiness with you which he had lost years ago. I was being selfish by trying to gain your sympathy for my son so that he can be happy throughout his life. Anyways, please take rest and if you need anything call me through the intercom on 1000,” said Swati with a chuckle and moved out of the room, leaving Khushi to her own mental turmoil and confusion.
How did it escape her mind since years, wondered Khushi. His eyes had betrayed his sorrow to her since ages and it had not been till Swati informed her that she realized that the unknown emotion hovering in his twinkling eyes during their college times was agony. Khushi cursed herself for not being by his side over the years. Her insolent heart could not help but question her if their lives would have been completely different if she had chosen to be open about her unconditional love towards him since the beginning.
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The knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She carefully rose from her lying position to open the door.
“Arnav?” she questioned as she eyed at the man who stole her heart at her doorstep.
“I had a wish, actually request. I don’t know how to say it..” Arnav was clearly struggling with his words in a way Khushi had never seen him.
“You can tell, Arnav. I promise I won’t mind and will try my best to fulfill it,” she vowed.
“I want to feel the baby,” he said in one breath, taking away her breath.
Khushi’s heartbeats raced at a previously unknown speed as she felt a wave of unknown emotions develop in the pit of her abdomen.
“If you want, you can listen to the heartbeats of the baby too. It has been more than twenty-seven days so the heart must have formed. I have my stethoscope with me,” she offered finally gaining a control of her emotions.
“Definitely! Where is it?” he questioned without wasting a moment. His eagerness to feel the baby and the smile which played on his lips made a smile grace her own lips as her heart swelled with affection.
“It is in the draw beside the bed,” she answered as Arnav took the largest steps he could to reach out to the medical instrument he had mocked in the past but cherished more than anything in the present for being the channel to connect to his unborn.
Having prepared for medical stream, he was aware of how the instrument worked and how much pressure would be appropriate to hear the heartbeats of the unborn.
He knelt down in front of Khushi and carefully lifted her top, the trail of his fingers leaving fire on her skin, making Khushi feel if Arnav had some magic in his fingers which seeped right through her skin and seared her soul.
As he pressed the cold metal against her hot skin and the sound of the heartbeats reverberated in his ears, he felt inexplicable and delirious joy course through his veins and he felt light-headed with sheer exquisiteness of the moment.
The baby which was a part of him, his biggest dream and also the part of the woman to whom his satisfaction meant more than anything. Adoration, admiration and affection swelled in his heart towards the angel who fulfilled his every wish. He could feel his very mind etching the picture deep in itself on the canvas of his senses with myriads of emotions as colors.
The divine smile which played on her lips to see him happy threatened to steal his heart and then did he realize why they said that it was not possible for a man to not love two women in his life- his mother and the mother of his child.
Allowing his emotions to take control, he gravitated towards her and placed a firm yet gentle kiss where her womb was present, sending waves of euphoria through her body which resonated in his own.
Khushi clutched her hands together to avoid touching him and suppress the storm of her own emotions. As Arnav looked up, his eyes meeting hers in an embrace of sublime and overwhelming emotions, they were both sure of one thing- there were going to get trapped in the web of complex emotions and even complicated situations but they did not seem regret it even a bit.
____________________________________
Longest update till date for this! I really hope you liked it. I have no experience of how it feels to have a child, either my own or through someone else, so mothers and fathers out there, sincere apologies if this does not do justice to your immense love for your kids.
So coming to the surprise, unveiling the teaser of the prequel of our story ‘Hues of Love’:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Do I understand him? Not at all. Does he understand me? He understands even that which I don’t say. Even today,” Khushi said, looking into the space as tears pooled in her eyes.
“You will never know how much I love you and I will never know if you ever cared and if this nonchalance of yours is a facade or your love was a charade,” he thought, looking at her intently, noting the remnants of pain and brine in her eyes.
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