AS
KHUSHI came down to for breakfast, Naniji looked at her grand daughter-in-law a
little wistfully.
Life
hadn’t changed too much for Khushi as she continued to do the same chores in
the house that she did earlier. But instead of helping Payal, she was taking
care of Anjali who had moved into the house having fractured her leg three
weeks ago, following her father’s thirteenth day ceremony.
On
the fateful day, Khushi had gone over for a visit and not being able to get
through to her, had the door broken in, to find her unconscious at the foot of
stairs. She had immediately called Dr Manav who had rushed to the house along
with an ambulance. He had told her that Anjali was lucky it was just her leg
and not her neck, head or spine. She had been put in a cast and had been told
to rest for six weeks. As Shyam was busy at work, Naniji had suggested that
Anjali move in so they could take care of her and had invited him to stay with
them until Anjali recovered.
In
the middle of breakfast, when she heard Manorama deride Khushi about something,Naniji
closed her eyes in resignation. Manorama’s dislike for Khushi had increased
considerably since the wedding. If she was condescending earlier, now she was
downright disdainful, making it obvious that she had neither forgiven nor
forgotten the wedding fiasco.
But
Khushi didn’t seem to mind it at all, going about her work in her usual
dedicated way. She took care of her orchids, in addition to the new plants
Arnav had added since he had moved in. She babysat Ashu as the little boy was
extremely attached to his maasi. She also continued to assist Akash with the
new project, while she taught dance in the weekends. But there was a visible
change in her.
Naniji
had been talking to Anjali the other day discussing how Khushi seemed somewhat
different. Married look became her as she adorned her forehead with sindoor and
wore her mangalsutra short, closer to her neck. But it wasn’t just that. She looked stunningly incandescent. She
seemed to have a certain spring in her step – almost like her eighteen year old
self. They knew it was to do with Arnav, but what puzzled them was that Arnav
wasn’t even in town in the past three weeks. He had left for the US the day
after the ceremony. It had always been difficult to understand these two she
thought with a sigh.
Payal
came to breakfast with Ashu in her arms and Khushi took him from her and asked
her to sit down next to Akash.
‘So
what are the plans for holi tomorrow?’ Shyam asked munching on his paratha.
‘I
am not in the mood for holi.’ Anjali said in a low-voice.
‘Rani
Sahiba,’ Shyam said in his usual patronizing tone. ‘Babuji wouldn’t want you to
sit around and cry all the time now, would he? I think you should celebrate
life.’
‘I
agree with Anjali damaadiji, it’s just too soon ---’ Naniji began.
‘But
I am in the mood for a celebration, ’ Mamiji countered in her shrill voice. ‘I
have invited our friends to come over tomorrow and there will definitely be
celebrations.’
‘Mom
please!’ Akash said.
‘Why
Akash?’ Mamiiji demanded her voice rising. ‘Mr Arun Malik was dead to us a long
time ago!’ Mamiji stated callously, mentioning her late brother-in-law’s name
like he was a total stranger.
‘Manorama!’
Naniji was appalled at her daughter-in-law’s insensitivity in the presence of
Anjali. Manorama stood up angrily and walked away.
‘This
is not right Amma!’ Mamaji stood up in anger. ‘Why do you want her to stop
celebrating holi? Because your ex-son-in-law died? Your daughter hated the man
for God’s sake!’
‘Beta,
listen ---’
‘No
Amma, you listen,’ he cut her off. ‘Manorama is still upset because of what
happened.’ He looked at Khushi pointedly. ‘She has had to face a lot of
embarrassment with her side of the family. So I would suggest you just keep
quiet in this matter.’ He walked away from the dining room.
‘Di,
I am sorry.’ Akash apologized looking at Anjali’s stoic face.
‘We
can’t stop living our lives Rani Sahiba.’Shyam placated her.
‘Whatever.’
Anjali wheeled herself away from the table.
Holi
celebrations progressed with fervour in the outdoor garden area of the Raizada
House. Refreshments like samosas, jalebis, and various other snacks were
arranged on tables. Coloured powders in various hues were also kept at various places.
There was a separate area where thandai and bhaang was made available for the
guests. Loud music blared from the music system as the revellers applied holi
on each other. As everything seemed to be in order, Khushi decided to make her
way back to the house via the garden.
In
spite of the festive atmosphere Khushi’s heart was heavy, knowing Anjali was
still mourning for her father. The previous night, Khushi had taken little Ashu
and gone to Anjali’s room to cheer her up. Even though she and the adorable
little baby had managed to bring a smile to the older woman’s lips, Anjali had
wistfully told her that she wished she was in her own house.
Lost
in her thoughts, Khushi almost bumped into Shyam who seemed to have appeared
out of nowhere. ‘Where do you think you are going Khushiji?’
‘I
am going back to the house.’
‘Aren’t
you going to play?’ He asked affably.
‘No
Shyamji I don’t feel like playing holi today.’ She wished he would get out the
way. He had begun to creep her out.
‘What’s
with everyone today?’ Shyam said with a little irritation in his tone. ‘There
Anjali is all grumpy as well.’
‘Shyamji,
her father just passed away!’ Khushi was a little surprised by his indifference.
‘He
has been ill for a long time Khushiji. How long is she going to mourn for him?’
She
was still reeling at his callousness when he said, ‘Now you, I understand
Khushiji,’ his voice dropped down, ‘I know this marriage was not your choice.’
‘What
are you talking about Shyamji?’ She was taken aback by his directness.
‘You
don’t have to pretend with me Khushiji. I know that you had to marry Arnav
because of your parents’ coercion.’
‘Shyamji,
this is ---‘
He
cut her off. ‘Did you find your jacket safe in your closet Khushiji?’
‘My
…my jacket?
‘Yes,
the one you left behind in The Oberoi Amarvilas hotel in Agra.’
Khushi
had wondered how that jacket had appeared in her closet. And how did Shyam know about that?
‘Thankfully
I was the one who received the courier when the hotel sent it to the house,’ he
paused. ‘I put it in your closet.’
‘You?’
‘Khushiji,
you are so naïve,’ Shyam said with a shake of his head. ‘You have no idea what
is good for you. But don’t worry because I will take care of you.’
‘No!’
She said but her voice came out low.
Shyam
didn’t seem to hear her. ‘But first things first,’ he sneered at her. ‘Let’s
play holi.’ He bent down to take some colour from the packet he had kept on the
ground.
‘I
said no!’ Khushi spat out, stepping back a little. The she turned around and
ran back into the party as fast as her legs could take her, blindly, uncaring
of anything. Suddenly she crashed into a solid wall and would have fallen if
two strong hands hadn’t caught her waist.
‘Khushi,
watch out!’
Arnav!
She
looked up to see she had braced her hands against the broad muscular chest of
her husband. Her heart clamouring like a runaway train, Khushi broke into a
smile and without thinking if anyone was watching she went on her tippy toes
and wrapped her arms around Arnav in a tight hug.
A
few heartbeats later, she heard him whisper into her ear. ‘Khushi,if you press
into me like this any longer I will have to carry you up to the bedroom right
now.’
Khushi
took her hands off him, realizing suddenly that people had stopped their revelry
to watch them. But to her consternation he still hadn’t let her go. As she
struggled in his arms she found Shyam standing just an arm’s length away with a
packet of red colour in his hand, his eyes wide with shock. She looked him in
the eye as she took a handful of powder from the packet, turned around and
streaked Arnav on his face.
‘Bura
na maano holi hai!’ She grinned impishly, raising her eyebrows in challenge.
Before
she could guess his move, he bent down, rubbing his rough cheek against her
soft ones, colouring her in the process and whispered huskily in her ear. ‘Same
to you.’ Unaware that his brother-in-law was burning with intense rage, Arnav
proceeded to colour her other cheek, suffusing Khushi with warmth that had
nothing to do with the sun shining above.
An
hour later, Khushi came into the bedroom, a bowl in her hand. ‘Here, take this,’
she said stepping up to Arnav. ‘This paste will help you take the colour off a
little faster.’
‘That
was quite a welcome you gave me there Khushi,’ Arnav said tongue in cheek,
reminding her of the public hug.
‘I
wasn’t trying to welcome you,’ she retorted. ‘Generally a welcome is rendered
to those who are expected. But I didn’t know you were coming, did I?’
A
small smile entered Arnav’s lips when he realized Khushi was miffed because he
hadn’t called her. ‘Go ahead.’ He said laconically.
‘What?’
She asked raising her eyebrows.
‘Go
ahead and apply the damn paste on me.’
Khushi’s
dhak-dhak began as she dipped her fingers in the paste and rubbed it on his
forehead, his cheek, his chin, her body suffusing with heat as her fingers were
abraded by his stubble.
‘I
….I have to go now.’ She stuttered and took a step back.
‘You
are not done yet.’ He held her hand with his and began to unbutton his shirt
with his free hand, his caramel eyes simmering as it bore into hers.
‘I
…I have to see to lunch.’
‘You
should have thought of that before you --’ he paused,‘– what was it you said?’
his eyebrows snapped together. ‘Bura na mano, right?’
She
couldn’t take her eyes off him. Seeing him in broad daylight, Khushi remembered
the time she had sponged him to bring his fever down five years ago. He was
well built then but now he was just spectacular, his body chiselled to
perfection. His shoulders were broader, his biceps bigger and his muscles
firmer on his chest and abs. Khushi felt a sizzling jolt going through her as
she brought her shaking hands to his chest.
‘Khushi,’
he bit out his body hardening instantly.
She
followed his eyes to see her finger on his nipple. Just as she was about to
snatch her hand away he held her to himself. ‘Don’t.’
A
loud knock on the door broke the sensuous spell they were in.
‘Who
is it?’ Arnav barked his anger going up several notches.
‘You
are needed down for lunch.’ Shyam replied.
‘What
the ---?’ He whispered looking at Khushi in confusion. ‘You go ahead,’ Arnav called
out loudly. ‘We will join you a little later.’
‘Maamiji
wants Khushiji to help.’
‘Arnav
let me go,’ Khushi implored.
‘We
aren’t done yet.’ Arnav’s words followed her as she hurried out of the room, her
entire body tingling with sensation.
Later
that night, Khushi stood in the kitchen washing dishes. Thankfully, Arnav had
back to back meetings after lunch and was still busy attending phone calls. But
her relief was short lived.
‘What
the f@#$!’ Arnav strode into the kitchen. ‘Do you know what time it is?’
‘No,
but I am sure you are going to tell me,’ Khushi quipped as she rinsed a plate.
‘Where
is Hariprakash?’ he demanded.
‘He
has gone to his hometown for holi,’ Khushi replied, ‘he takes a month off at
this time of the year.’
‘Isn’t
there a maid who comes in the morning?’
‘Yes
but I am washing the Corelle plates as the maid is a little clumsy and tends to
break them.’
‘Then
change the frigging maid! Get one who won’t break the plates.’
‘Do
you know what you need right now Arnav?’ Khushi said without turning around.
‘What?’
‘This!’
She turned around and splashed a handful of water on his face. She took
advantage of his shock to whizz past him into the living room, giggling like a
school girl.
Before
she could take a step on the stair his arm wrapped around her waist and she
covered her face with her hands her body racked with uncontrollable laughter.
Then in one swift movement he had swept her up in his arms and pulled her close
to his chest. He looked into her laughing face, bent down to an inch from her
lips, curbing her laughter in an instant. ‘You know I don’t need water to make
you wet Khushi.’
Her
mouth going dry Khushi buried her face into his neck as he strode up the
stairs, a smirk on his face.
Shyam
watched them from a darkened corner of the house, seething with rage and
jealousy. Khushi and Arnav were physically intimate. It couldn’t be. Khushi
didn’t even like Arnav. She hadn’t wanted to marry him. How had this happened?
Three weeks ago
She stood mutely, tears
streaming down her cheeks as she stroked his hair gently, relieved that her
husband was finally grieving for his father.
As she stood stroking
his hair, he stilled and suddenly pulled her onto his lap and into his arms,
crushing her mouth with his. The slow intimate movement of his lips against her
was beginning to melt her insides in an achingly familiar way. She could feel
grief being replaced by a deep, bitter-sweet yearning between them.
Tonight she couldn’t
deny him anything, she would give him the comfort he needed. Her hands locked
at the back of his neck, and her lips parted in surrender as she returned his
kiss.
Her body trembled as she
clung to him. He lifted a hand and stroked her face, her throat, his fingers moving
to her braid to unravel them from their confines so it fell like a waterfall
down her back. Her pallu had already slipped from her shoulder, down to her
waist and his hands brushed down her full breasts to rest both his hands on her
tiny waist almost covering it entirely.
His hands caressed her
waist as it went up to the back of her blouse to unhook it, felt the material
tear as he slipped it urgently from her shoulders.
She heard him murmur her
name on a long shaken sigh, and her head fell back helplessly as his lips
explored the long, sweet line of her throat. His hands moulded her bared
breasts, his touch rough on her smooth and tender skin. Her body shivered with
delight.
His mouth closed over
one hardened peak, suckling in a heated demand, his stubble abrading her as he
moved his attention to the other one. Khushi felt fire spreading through her
veins as she responded with a fierceness that matched his own, her body moving
against his in restless abandon.
He held her upper arms
hard and pushed her onto the bed, his face flushed, his caramel eyes intent as
he came down beside her.
His mouth closed on her
once again with a sensual urgency and Khushi wrapped her arms around him, yielding
to him totally, all inhibitions flown. She was weightless, floating on the sea
of sensation he had aroused in her, vaguely aware that his hands were
unravelling the pleats of her saree, sliding the in-skirt along with her last
piece of clothing.
He moved away from her
briefly and she watched with half-closed eyes as he shed his clothes. And then
he came back to her.
As Arnav moved his hands
down her body, she arched against him in mute invitation, totally giving. The
moment his fingers came in contact with her molten core, she felt his
self-control snap as he thrust his knees between her legs and entered her with
one swift thrust.
Her voice broke on a
little cry as a searing pain assailed her. He stilled right away, holding her
to himself until he felt her move against him.
Exerting savage
self-control he withdrew and pushed into her tentatively and she moved in
accord with him, increasing her rhythm to match his raw passionate urgency.
Then suddenly she was
engulfed in a pleasure so intense that she felt her body had shattered from
head to toe. In her whirling dazed state she was vaguely aware that Arnav had
reached his own climax as he made one final thrust into her.
She returned to normal
breathing consciousness slowly. Arnav’s sweat-dampened body still rested
languorously against hers. His eyes were closed, the dark arrogant lines of his
face transmuted into a kind of vulnerability. As he rolled onto the bed, he
gathered her to him his hand closing possessively on her waist. As her cheek
rested against his chest, her own eyes drooped close lulled by the steady beat
of his heart.
As the first rays of
sunlight bathed her eyelids, Khushi woke up to find Arnav looking at her, his mesmerizing
brown eyes serious. When she sat up with a jerk, his eyes moved downward, darkening
instantly in the fraction of a second. She looked down to realize her breasts
were exposed to his gaze and she quickly grabbed the comforter to cover
herself, turning red with embarrassment.
‘Khushi,’ Arnav’s husky
voice urged her to open her eyes. Her heart began beating painfully when she
saw the look in his eyes. Was it regret?
But the next question
dismissed all her fears. ‘Are you okay?’
She nodded her head
unable to talk.
‘I mean,’ he paused,
‘Did I ….hurt you?’
Khushi lowered her eyes,
twisting her comforter nervously. ‘No.’
‘Khushi I ….,’ he
hesitated and then moved to the door. ‘I will be right back. Why don’t you
freshen up in the mean time?’
Khushi heaved a sigh of
relief when she saw Arnav close the door to the room. Her eyes spotted a white
cloth next to her and realized it was her blouse, flushing as she remembered
how the material had given way under his urgent fingers. She managed to grab
some clothes and rushed into the shower.
When she stepped out of
the bathroom, she was surprised to find the room completely tidied up. The bed
had been made up with fresh sheets and there was a cup of tea on the table. As
she walked toward it, Arnav stepped into the room from the pool side.
‘I hope you like the
tea.’
Khushi looked at him in
surprise. ‘Thank you.’ She picked up the cup of tea and sipped it. It was
slightly strong, probably from being over boiled. ‘It’s ….good.’
‘You are just being kind
to me aren’t you?’ He joked.
‘No, I like it.’
‘Khushi sit. I want to
talk to you,’ he began gravely. ‘Whatever happened five years ago is something
beyond my comprehension. But I am not going to delve into it further. I would
like to put the past behind us and start over.
Khushi looked up at him
her luminous almond eyes reflecting her confusion.
He continued. ‘There is
this bond between us that is incomprehensible to me, impulses that are beyond my
control. But we cannot take away the fact that it exists. If not anything we could
live with that couldn’t we?
If not love ….whatever
it was he felt for her -- was close enough.
She nodded her
compliance and he captured her lips in a searing kiss, turning her insides into
puddle even as a deep pain began in her heart. She wished she could tell him.
If only she hadn’t loved him so much.
