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Chapter 131

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FINDING KHUSHI

Part 32

Ganesh stopped at his office on their way to Anamika's home after shopping for their engagement ring. The building was deserted, and their feet seemed to make loud sounds as they strode through it.

Anamika walked around his office, looking at his collection of music with a keen eye. She fingered the CDs and glanced at the books on photography arranged on an antique rack. In one corner of the room, a big cabinet held all the awards and trophies he had won over the years, dumped there by a man who had forgotten about them as soon as he had won them.

Anamika turned to look at Ganesh, a tender smile in her eyes. His overlong hair hung around his face as he passed vital information to some client over the phone. Other men wore their hair long as a fashion statement. Ganesh wore it long because he couldn't remember to cut it!

Ganesh cut the call and placed the phone on his table to see Anamika standing very close to him.

"Your hair!", she shook her head. "It grows like a weed."

Ganesh smiled. The smile died as he felt her fingers touch his locks gently.

"It is soft, like raw silk." she murmured.

Ganesh drew in a deep breath. It looked like his self-control was going to be tested big time.

She stepped closer to him, almost unconsciously. She ran her fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp, loving the feel of him.

"Do you mind...?" she asked softly, rather late in the day.

Ganesh croaked, "No."

"You are so warm... so... so big, like... like a bear." she whispered.

A small smile played on his lips.

"A bear?" he murmured.

She nodded. "A bear with shaggy hair. A bear who forgets to get a haircut till I nag him."

"A bear who loves it when you nag him." he smiled.

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

He nodded, smiling at her astonishment.

Anamika surprised him again by leaning into him, placing her hands on his tree trunk-like shoulders, lifting on her toes, and kissing his cheek.

He gulped.

She whispered, "I promise to nag you forever and a day."

"Thank you for your... kindness." Ganesh said wryly, smiling slightly.

Anamika giggled, and lowered herself.

Ganesh smiled into her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The smile died slowly on her face. As Ganesh watched, his heart in his throat, she lifted her hand and pulled his glasses off and tossed them on his desk.

She touched his face gently. Her curious fingers trailed over his forehead, down his left cheek to his chin, and then over to his right cheek. She ran her finger over the bridge of his strong nose and paused at his lips.

Ganesh swallowed hard. Anamika's eyes traced the movement of his throat muscles with fascination.

She touched the edge of his lips and looked into his hot eyes. Slowly, she rubbed her finger against the soft curves, loving the feel of him. His lips parted involuntarily, desperate for air.

Anamika lowered her hand.

They stood looking at each other, silent, the deserted office making the harsh sound of their breathing sound very loud.

"Shall... shall we leave?" Ganesh asked.

Anamika shook her head to mean 'no', stubborn like a small child.

Ganesh had to smile. How he wanted to clasp her in his arms and shower kisses on that sweet face!

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and took a tentative step forward in their physical relationship. He asked, "Anamika, can I touch you?"

She looked into his eyes, swallowed, and nodded her agreement.

Ganesh could feel his heart galloping, the blood rushing through his veins in excitement. He chanted silently, Slowly. Slowly. Don't scare her.

He said, "Anamika, take my hand." He smiled at her to reassure her.

Anamika took his right hand in her left one. He could feel the fine tremors, and gently pressed her fingers to calm her.

He said, "Place my hand on your body. Anywhere you want. Any place you feel comfortable."

She looked at him, understanding that this was his way of giving her all the choices and the power to decide where their relationship went. How had she found such a good man?

She lifted his hand and placed it on her face, holding his huge hand to her cheek so that her cheek rested against his warm palm. She shut her eyes, breathing in his sandalwood scent to fill her lungs with it, feeling more loved than she had ever been in her life.

She slowly withdrew her hand, standing with her eyes shut, her cheek resting against his palm.

Ganesh felt tears choke him at her stance, at the trust and love that her posture conveyed. He stood silent, letting her get used to his touch.

Then he, slowly, gently, taking care not to spook her, slipped his fingers into her hair. Taking his time, savouring every moment and touch, he gently ran his hand through her lush, healthy, silky hair. He traced patterns on her scalp, making her smile in pleasure. Her head fell back on her neck, loving the feel of his rough, blunt fingers in her hair.

So this was what he had felt when she had touched his hair, Anamika thought, her mind floating in a world of sensual pleasure, warmth, and physical arousal. How could a man's touch be so gentle, so evocative, so capable of making her limbs weak'?

Ganesh brought his hand back to her soft cheek.

Surprising him and herself, Anamika turned her head and pressed her soft lips to his hard palm.

"Arnavji! What would the others have thought about you? And us? In front of all of them'" Khushi blushed and blushed, while Arnav smirked and smirked.

"Don't smile like that!" Khushi instructed.

"Like what?" he asked, still smiling.

"Like... like the cat who steals into Buaji's kitchen and drinks the milk. This is how he smiles at me when I see him and try to shoo him away!" Khushi complained.

Arnav smirked. "Oh! So the cat smiles at you?"

Khushi fumed. "Yes. After stealing the milk. Just like you."

"What did I steal?" he asked, his molten eyes drinking in her furious face, his husky voice touching her skin through her clothes.

Khushi crossed her arms, feeling the prick of his all-seeing eyes and his seductive voice. She rubbed her arms. They were sitting on the cot in Buaji's yard, enjoying the night air and the canopy of stars.

Arnav smiled, "Kya hua, Khushi? Feeling cold?"

Khushi frowned at him. "Don't change the topic, Arnavji! Why did you have to...?"

"What did I do?" an innocent Arnav asked her.

Khushi glared at him, her cheeks still rosy. "You don't know what you did?" she asked.

Arnav pursed his lips and looked at the night sky, leaning back on his arms. "What did I do? I sat with you. I looked at the rings with you. I bought you the ring you liked. What else did I do?"

Khushi raised her clenched fists in the air, and growled, "Grrr..."

"Oh! Did you mean this?" he asked as he leaned swiftly towards her and placed a loud smack on her plump cheek.