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“Aarav I… Oucchhh.”
She winces in pain as the knife pricks her finger. Blood oozes out of her index finger and by the time she processes what’s happening, I am already holding her wrist. It’s a small cut and luckily the knife didn’t pierce deep. But Jhanvi makes those painful wincing sounds that bring me to the edge. In the past, I wouldn’t have minded sucking the blood off her finger and I read that same desire in her eyes now, but I fail her need and turning the water faucet on, place her finger under the cold running tap water. She squirms as the water makes contact with the cut on her finger.
“This is why I denied you to make breakfast for me. You have lost practice and interest, both.”
The moment I say these words, hot tears pool in her eyes which I know are not from her physical pain but my harsh words. She wriggles to get off my hold and that’s exactly when I put her index finger in my mouth to give her the solace she needs. Jhanvi freezes again. I know what this gesture of mine does to her. The last time she had kissed me at the office and bit my lips, I had used this same index finger to wipe my blood and then sucked it for minutes, draining all the anger and energy from her. Today I’m being more careful not to make the moment lusty, unlike the last time. She keeps on staring at my face and my lips as I suck her blood, check her cut and then re-pop her finger in my mouth to repeat.
“Is it paining still?” I ask once the blood stops oozing out. Jhanvi softly nods in denial, as pulse drums in her wrist I’m holding. That’s what I still like about her. No matter how much she wants to put distance between us, her body always gives in whenever I touch. It needs me.. more than she knows.
Jhanvi
My heart, body and soul needs Aarav Raichand more than my mind agrees upon, and that’s why every time he touches me, I am a hot mess. Just like yesterday evening when I asked Aarav about my quickie flashes being true or just my imagination. Never did I thought he would practically demonstrate that same scene again, at least in terms of our positions. And every word that came out of his mouth to explain how we enjoyed the quickie was exactly matching the flashes I’d recalled. Even that slightest touch of our lower bodies during that demonstration had tempted me to an extent that I wanted him to touch and kiss me where it ached me the most. He had read that need in my eyes too but Aarav refrained from losing his resolve and had left me standing there – weak, high and wet for him.
I didn’t sleep at all last night. That one scene kept me awake throughout and I ensured not to pay heed to his advice of staying away from Aarvi. That’s never happening. As usual, Aarav didn’t sleep with us in the bedroom and now it had started to prick me. That’s why I decided to at least have a cordial relationship with him where we talk, share things and also take equal responsibility of Aarvi. Which is why when I woke up, I decided to make breakfast for us. His coffee was ready just the way he liked, as I’d asked the recipe from his Chef here and Jaya had pre-informed me about his food habits which in the past, I’d had happened to share with her.
But once again, Aarav asked me not to indulge myself in doing anything for him which could make him addicted to my presence in this house and that hurt me. Not just emotionally but physically too and I cut my finger. Thankfully, Aarav didn’t ignore my pain and healed it with the cold water and with his hot mouth, both. I think I loved his latter actions the most. More than cold water his mouth gave me the relief I needed.
I am about to thank him for healing my finger when my phone buzzes on the counter and the moment Aarav sees the caller id, his frustration is back. There’s a tense line above his brows when he gazes at me and then walks out of the kitchen to let me answer the phone call. I turn to check my mobile and then realize why he reacted that way. It’s Rudra’s father’s call. Aarav doesn't want me to be in touch with the father-son duo but I don’t have an option but to stay in touch with them until I get the answers I am seeking, especially from Rudra.
“Hello, Uncle,” I answer the phone call.
“Khushi. How are you? You were supposed to call me last week.”
Khushi? He still thinks I am Khushi Thakur. It’s high time I clear that air now.
“Did Rudra call?” I ask, wiping my fingers to the hand towel.
“He didn’t. But he has messaged me all is well. He is still trying to cope with the breakup. Can’t you just forgive him one last time, Khushi?”
I press my eyes shut, inhaling.
“I can’t, Uncle. And there are reasons why I can’t do that.”
And just after that, I share with him the truth of my identity.
He is unable to believe it at first but when I tell him about the DNA test I did, he has no words.
“How’s that possible? You mean, Rudra found Jhanvi and not his girlfriend Khushi in Scotland? That’s too much for a coincidence.”
Yes. That’s odd and only Rudra could shed some light on it but even he is hiding.
“So where are you now?” he continues to probe.
“With Aarav.”
“What?”
He is silent for a few seconds.
“I have a daughter too, Uncle. I can’t just shrug her responsibility.”
“I understand,” he sighs. “But what should I say, I still can’t believe you are not our Khushi. I wonder if that’s so, where she is? I am worried even more now.”
That’s another thought which has kept haunting me too. If I am Jhanvi, Aarav’s wife. Where is the real Khushi Thakur?
“I’ll share this with Rudra and ask him to find her. I’m sure this news should be enough to bring him back and we’ll also take help from the Police to find her if necessary. She’s been missing for two years, that’s not something we can take lightly.”
I agree. He has to do something to find the real Khushi. Only he can.
