Khushi examined herself in the mirror keenly. She looked lovely
tonight. Her sari was pale yellow, her favorite color. Her hair hung loosely to
her waist. Her eyes shone with excitement.
"You look very nice!" said Arnav, sidling up behind her. He
slid his arms around her waist and dipped his head into the crook of her neck.
"Umm'smell nice too," he murmured.
"You, on the other hand, smell pretty bad!" said Khushi,
shoving him away. "Go and shower. It's almost time!" she commanded.
"Towel?" he asked.
"Get it yourself, Laad
Governor. I need to finish getting dressed," she said, ignoring him, as she
ran a comb through her silky hair.
"Where are my clothes?" he asked grumpily.
"In your wardrobe?" she replied cheekily.
"I mean my clothes for tonight Khushi," he said crossly.
"Don't be such a grump. Hari Prakash had them dry cleaned
and put them on your shelf right on top," said Khushi not looking up from the
He ambled over to his wardrobe and made a mess of the neatly
arranged clothes in his wardrobe, oblivious to the pile Hari Prakash had placed
right on top.
"I can't find it Khushi!" he grumbled, now pulling clothes
out randomly and shucking them to the floor. Khushi whipped around and pulled a
face. She walked over to him, and picked up the black sherwani prominently displayed right on top and handed it to him.
"Office mein tycoon,
ghar pe bas, typhoon hi typhoon!" she muttered under her breath glaring at
him. Arnav had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. He went to shower like a
lamb. When he emerged 20 minutes later, freshly showered and shaved, he looked
and smelt much better. Khushi had finished dressing and was lounging on the
bed, watching him change.
"How was your day?" she asked, as he threw the towel off and
reached for the pajama bottoms.
"Meh. OK. Same old. I need a new secretary. This one's no
good," he complained.
"I thought you said she was doing fine," said Khushi, as
Arnav made a face and sat down on the bed to adjust the churidar bottoms properly.
"She's slow. Also, I think she has a crush on me. She starts
giggling and blushing whenever I say anything to her. It's annoying!" said
Arnav. "Also, who the f**k invented these weird tight pants. I hate them. Why
can't I wear a suit?" he barked.
Khushi knelt down to help him adjust the folds on the
churidar, and grinned up at him. "Next time, pick a 50 year old battle-axe. Not
a 22 year old, fresh out of college. Of course she's in love with you. Look at
you. All hot and sexy and confident and arrogant. Women love that stuff, and
you know it!" she said.
"You think I'm hot and sexy?" asked Arnav, slyly.
"Only after you shower!"
"I'm showered now!"
"We were expected downstairs 5 minutes ago."
"What's 10 minutes more? We have time for a quickie," he
said, reaching for his wife.
She swatted him away like a fly. "Don't you dare get my hair
mussed. It took me ages to get it look just so. Wear the sherwani and let's go
down now!" said Khushi. ASR preferred to pick his battles. And this one was not
even worth the fight. He wore the Sherwani, while she rummaged around for
something in the cupboard.
He ran a hasty comb through his still slick hair and turned
around to see his wife holding a cream colored stole out to him.
"Do I have to? Those things poke?" he complained.
"Yes, you do. And it's just for a few hours. Don't be a
baby!" said Khushi, arranging it around his shoulders the way she liked it to
be. She picked an imaginary piece of lint off his sherwani, smoothed the
creases out and rested her hands on his shoulders.
"You look very nice! Should we go down now?" asked Khushi.
"Just one moment. I have something for you," said Arnav,
pulling something out of the pocket of the blazer he'd discarded after coming
home from work.
"What is it?" she asked, like all women, excited at the
prospect of a gift.
"Sit down," he said, pointing to the bed. She sat
obediently. He opened a small, flat blue box. Inside it lay a pair of exquisite
diamond earrings. She gasped, as he indicated that she should try them on.
"You wear your mother's anklets and my mother's bangles. I
wanted to give you something too," he said.
"Thank you!" she said, taking off the earrings she'd worn
and slipping his gift on instead. She stood in front of the mirror, preening.
Admiring the glint of the diamonds as they caught the light. "They are
beautiful Arnav!" she said, "Thank you." She stood on her toes and planted a
light kiss on his lips.
"You're very welcome. Where's my gift?" he asked, eyebrows
"Party ke baad. Samjhe
aap? Now, let's go down please," she said.
"Do you really have a gift or were you just referring to
yourself?" he asked mildly.
"I thought you preferred me to any material gift?" she
"Oh, I do. I absolutely do. Just curious," he said.
"Remember Jaadu hai
nasha hai?" she asked.
"Don't I just!" he sighed nostalgically.
"I think it's time we found ourselves a new song. How about Bheege honth tere? I thought I would'"
she bent and whispered the rest in his ear and grinned as he stiffened at her
"Let's just get this party over with!" he said, grabbing her
"Happy 1st wedding anniversary Mr.Raizada," she
said to him, as they walked down the stairs to join their family and friends
who were waiting to celebrate with them.
"The party's just beginning, Mrs.Raizada," he winked, and
pulled her close, his arm around her waist.
Happy First Anniversary IPK forumwasis.
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