Last Chapter: Saffron Fields


Afterwards, Arnav wasn’t sure how or why the idea was conceived but it was during one particular moment when Khushi was being relentlessly questioned about her parents, the circumstances of their wedding etc, by one of his well-meaning but notoriously nosy aunt that he first thought of it.

And It wasn’t as if Khushi, holding her own with aplomb, showed any sign of distress or a need for his shining knight’s sword; it was a fleeting expression on her face when nobody was looking…

Of course, irrespective of whether she had needed it or not, he had taken it upon himself to rescue her, striding up to them, murmuring a vague excuse to his aunt and smoothly taking his wife away with him.

He led her to their library, his favorite haunt in the house and firmly closed the door behind them.

And even as Khushi chuckled with amusement, he pulled her close, molding her pliant body against his, swooping down to claim her red, laughing mouth.

After kissing her leisurely and tenderly, he raised her head and Khushi thought how nice he looked in ethnic clothes he’d agreed to wear with a surprising, and short-term, Khushi was certain, meekness.

She encircled her smooth arms around his neck, her eyes meeting the swell of desire in his.

“We need to be there”, she murmured ineffectually when he cupped her waist’s curve to pull her close, her lips welcoming his with matching ardor, “just one more…”.

Moments later, when they returned to the living room, the day was drawing to a close, with the sun inching closer to it’s resting place and people getting ready to return home.

After they’d seen the last guest off, Astha retired to the family room, relaxing on the couch and going over the day with her heart suffused with contentment.

After a while she turned the TV on. The newly weds were still in their room. They’d gone upstairs right after the last guest had turned his back. She was getting accustomed to their unexplained long absences, she mused with a flash of amusement, followed by Arnav’s poker face and Khushi’s exaggeratedly casual mannerisms when they rejoined her.


Their room was littered with carelessly flung clothes, a vibrant space filled with their signature scents, twilight and sounds of passion. It had seemed like an exceptionally long day for the newly weds. Finally finding release from the tension that had simmered like intoxication since morning, Arnav snuggled close against her damp skin, their limbs still entangled, their breaths and heartbeats still entwined.

Later, Khushi emerged from the bathroom, clad in casual comfortable clothes, her face stripped free of makeup, her hair tamed in a French braid.

Extending an arm, Arnav pulled her toward him, making her stand in between his legs as he sat on the edge of bed in just boxers.

Resting her hands on his bare shoulders, she smiled down at him, sighing as he tightened his arms and rested his cheek against the valley of her breasts.

Her heart sensed his pure need for her as always. It constricted with emotion. She could sense him struggling against comparisons, against flash backs to those long years of loneliness…of suffering he was loathe to admit to even himself.

Even as her fingers burrowed through his soft hair, he raised his head. His caramel eyes were warm, full of life and free from shadows.

“A package came for you in the mail today”, he said, “I put it in the library”.

Khushi’s eyes flared with curiosity as she went to the library after dinner, picking up the small package from the gleaming mahogany desk . As she walked back to the family room, she turned it over in her hands, looking for postmarks, wondering who it could be from.

It was late with Astha having retired to bed and Arnav watching TV in his favorite position, sitting on the rug, back relaxed against the arm chair, his long, jean clad legs criss crossed in front of fire.

“Who is it from?, he asked distractedly when she joined him, his eyes still glued to news.

“Isha”, she replied even as her impatient fingers tore the packaging apart, extracting from inside it a small object and a note.

She read the note first. It was brief, to the point, but she could hear her cousin’s humorous tone, see her large, expressive eyes as she read it.

Something you left behind in Allahabad. Boo’s ghost has been keeping it safe!”, it said with a postscript that read, “I didn’t read the note that’s inside and my lips are sealed :)”.

It was the boat. The miniature shikara. She held her breath, unprepared for the gamut of emotions that rushed past her.

Sensing her stillness, Arnav turned to look at her and what rested on her outstretched palm.

He was surprised too. He picked the boat to closely survey it.

“Is this a wedding gift? It looks very similar to the one I once gave you”.

Despite the state her heart was in, Khushi couldn’t help feeling amused.

“It is the one you once gave me”.

She had his full attention now. And it wasn’t due to her words but the import of what he glimpsed in her eyes. Turning the TV off, he placed the tiny boat on the rug beside him. He turned toward her again. Picking a hand, he interlaced her slender fingers though his long strong ones.


“I was mad at you”, she said softly, holding his gaze. Even after all this time, she realized, what transpired in the the dark phase of their relationship still had the power to rattle her, to send a cold shiver down her back, to bring back memories of that recurrent nightmare…

“So you gave it to Isha?, he asked puzzled. His heart squeezed on beginning to slowly grasp all the emotions in her eyes, in the coldness of her hand, in the fine beads on her forehead.

“No”, she said with a touch of embarrassment. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I meant to throw it away. But I..I couldn’t… so put in a tree trunk instead. Isha must have seen me”.

“A tree trunk?, he couldn’t help exclaiming.

While a part of him wanted to laugh, he was too touched to indulge in humor. He mind conjured up an image of a completely broken Khushi wanting to throw away that boat, a requiem for their dream as he’d once named it, but unable to. And he was moved. Moved by her inability to put even an inanimate object in harm’s way. By her inability to bid farewell to their love. By her inability to sing a requiem to it…

Swallowing, he looked at their entwined hands, his breaths scented by her shampoo, his thumb caressing the back of her hand in slow repetitive movements.

In silence, he mulled over her tenacity in holding their love together. At a time when his demons had convinced him to walk down a miserable path of self-destruction alone.

At a time when, with cunning design, they’d made him doubt her love and their love; they’d convinced him of his unworthiness for a second chance, his unworthiness for her.

While she, on the other hand, he thought slowly and deliberately, couldn’t stop herself from believing in their love. She had believed enough for both and brought them where they stood now.

His heart dilating with tenderness, he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to it. Struggling to articulate his emotions, he cleared his throat after a while, parted his lips but closed them again.

Extricating his hand and shifting his position, he surprised her by hauling her onto his lap, holding her ardently and pressing kisses on every inch of skin accessible.

“Arnav”, she laughed, her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead and then her eyes, “Ma…”.

“What possible objection could she have now?, he asked humorously, seemingly unperturbed by the prospect of his mother walking in on them, “Considering you’re the official Raizada Bahu now”.

As she shook her head and called him ‘besharam’, he added, “I know she went upstairs to give us space. She is a smart woman”.

“She is a dear”, said Khushi fondly.

Arnav concurred with her observation while Khushi’s thoughts rolled down a well trodden, painful path like marbles.Thoughts of her parents were followed by whispers of homesickness and an awareness of the distance that yawned between them. Especially between her mother and her. This wide gulf, more emotional than physical, had developed insidiously over the past few months and even regular Skype conversations, well meaning but stilted, had been unsuccessful in bridging it so far.

“We used to be so close”, she thought, reminiscing about a closeness she’d taken for granted all her life, “I could have never imagined that one day…”.

Arnav’s eyes softened. “Did you talk to your parents today?, he asked.

“Yes”, she said with a smile, “They’re fine. They’re looking forward to our return”.

He wasn’t fooled by her lighthearted tone. He didn’t miss the fleeting wistfulness in her eyes. It consolidated the thought he’d had earlier in the day into a concrete plan. It would mean going against his grains, acting totally contrary to his nature…but just for his Khushi, he promised himself, he will do it. He was determined to do it.

“Earth to Dr. Raizada”, Khushi waved a hand in front of his faraway eyes.

Arnav’s eyes flickered into focus. Smiling a little, he tucked a stray hand beneath her ear and said, “You look tired. Why don’t you go ahead upstairs? I’ll join you in a few”.

“It was a long day”, Khushi agreed with a yawn before rising to her feet and stretching her sore muscles.

“Don’t take too long”, she commanded before leaving.

After she had left the room, Arnav picked his laptop from a nearby table and opened it…
Two days later, when he announced his sudden plan to pay Cleveland a short visit, citing resolving urgent matters like evacuating his apartment, moving his belongings to a storage facility, and an important appointment with Dr. Shiener as reasons, he wasn’t exactly lying. He wasn’t telling the complete truth either.

And exactly a week later, a bright November afternoon, he stood on the Gupta doorstep, more nervous than he’d ever been in his life, more nervous than he’d ever thought himself possible. Never before had he pushed himself into doing something so impulsive, so contrary to his nature. Feeling like a fish out of water, he hesitated, almost deciding on calling the plan off, calling his cab back, and returning to his hotel.

“Ah..the things love can make you do”, a voice said deep inside of him. He frowned, regarding it with suspicion, not sure if he liked it, not sure if he wanted to give something so outrageously silly a permanent place in his head.

He took a deep breath to clear his head. Taking a hand out of his dark jeans’ pocket, he pressed the door bell.

Of course, the Gupta household had been expecting their family’s newest addition’s visit, notwithstanding the circumstances surrounding his addition, with a lot of suppressed excitement and nervousness too. Navin had received his phone call the evening before. He had been somewhat expecting it because an earlier phone conversation with Khushi had included a passing reference to Arnav’s sudden travel plans.

He’d broken the news to Sujata without delay, and ever since her heart had been a cauldron of ambivalent emotions.

While preparing her home to welcome him, she often paused and reflected on the strangeness of the situation. How does one reconcile months of rancor and heartburn with a social role that’s suddenly thrust upon you, with the necessity of playing this role for loved ones?

While her mental cauldron bubbled alongside the pots on the stove, one thought that stood out amidst confusion was her promise to Navin. She was committed to maintaining an open mind. For Khushi, for her happiness, and mostly for their emotional closeness that she wanted back in full measure. It was painful to live without it, to even consider that the dents on their relationship were anything but temporary.

Anita opened the door with a huge smile and an enthusiasm that startled and amused it’s recipient in equal measures. It was infectious because even Navin and Sujata found themselves smiling widely without trying.

While he was being bombarded with questions regarding their impending move to Florida, Navin decided it was time to intervene. Greeted him warmly, he invited him in and soon Arnav was face to face with Sujata.

For a person who believed in not giving a fuck, so to speak, about judgmental people, about people who didn’t like him and who had sworn by this philosophy all his life, it was indeed groundbreaking, a shift in his inner universe, to make subtle efforts to be liked by someone.

Of course, Sujata greeted him politely too, meeting him half way, her heart making a genuine effort to give ‘the devil who’d seduced her daughter‘ another chance.

Their gazed locked and held for a moment. The awareness that they were both doing it for Khushi flowed to and fro bringing appreciative warmth to their eyes. It reaffirmed their common sentiments for a dearly loved person.

It cemented their truce.

After a while, Arnav found himself sitting in Khushi’s chair at the dining table. He looked around the cozy, tastefully decorated space thoughtfully. His thoughts were uncharacteristically whimsical. They lit his caramel eyes with the ghost of a smile.

Although Khushi wasn’t physically present there, he could feel her. It was like she was an inextricable part of that cheerful space. It was like she took a part of her home wherever she went. And that was the person he’d fallen in love with.

Midway through the meal, after a series of dead ends, conversation began to flow naturally, contributing greatly to the thawing of the proverbial ice. That they weren’t short of topics and everyone was committed to forging connections, helped matters greatly. They talked about Navin’s health, Arnav’s new job, Florida, Wedding plans and…Khushi.

Khushi proved to be a recurring favorite topic with everyone but especially with Arnav. Just like every road lead to Rome, or was supposed to, at one point in history, every single thread of Arnav’s thoughts invariably leading to his wife.
And whenever he talked about her, there would be a subtle shift in his tone, a softening of his features, a smile in his eyes…

He couldn’t have imagined the amount of warmth, the deluge of emotion, he brought to his audience’s hearts. Every single time. Without even trying.

After lunch was over, they went to relax in the family room, mugs of either tea or coffee in hand. Navin turned the TV on. He was delighted to discover a fellow news junkie in Arnav. It would make his life so much easier, he thought pragmatically, not being a big fan of small talk. With both his girls addicted to news as well, it was clear that Arnav had come to the right family.

Sujata sipped her tea and sighed contentedly. Afternoon sun slanted in from the tall windows and warmed the colors of the rug and the hardwood floor.

Sujata glanced across the room at Arnav. He sat relaxed on their brown leather couch, mug of coffee in hand, appearing completely at home. It was almost as if that particular spot had always been predestined for him.

Her eyes lingered on his handsome profile. His chiseled, arrogant features failed to irk like they used to before. It was the first time she regarded them with her vision untainted with prejudice. It was the first time she caught glimpses of his real personality, his inner nature, in them.

Recalling his intention to return to his hotel after coffee, Sujata arrived at a decision. Putting her tea cup on the end table, she cleared her throat and addressed him.

“Arnav, I really think you should stay with us. In fact I insist that you stay with us”, she said, her gaze shifting to her husband for support, “Haina, Navin?

“I agree”, said Navin somberly, his bespectacled eyes twinkling with amusement at this seemingly momentous change of heart and exchanging a look with a wickedly grinning Anita.

Arnav put up a perfunctory resistance for a while. However it wasn’t long before he gave in graciously and directed a small smile of thanks at her.

Sujata smiled back, her eyes warm and motherly and faintly reminiscent of his very own hazel eyes.

Arnav felt his heart strum with satisfaction. He couldn’t wait to see his Khushi’s eyes, her reaction, when she saw them like this. He knew exactly how much it would mean to her. He was reminded of the main reason he’d planned this visit.

Finishing his coffee in a single gulp, he put his mug away. With mischief in his eyes and a boyishly conspiratorial smile on his lips, he disclosed the chief objective behind his visit…

Later in the evening, when Anita readied Khushi’s room for Arnav’s stay, she mused with a smile that her days of sneaking into her sister’s bed were permanently over.

After checking the bathroom for fresh towels, she went to stand in front of the window, gazing out at the dark, moonless night and it’s starry dome.

Determined not to indulge in futile thoughts, she refused to think of Aman. Unbeknownst to herself, his image in her heart was already fading. It was already being replaced by the comforting monotony of a void.

“Will I ever feel the same way again? Will I ever be able to forget my first love? , her heart asked the stars, ruffled into wistful disquietude by waves of Arnav and Khushi’s love for each other.

With an impatient grimace at her weak sentimentality, she turned and flounced off to her room. Opening her laptop with a frown, she took a deep breath and began working on an assignment. There were more important matters needing urgent attention in her life, she muttered sarcastically, than mulling over the odds of finding true love. And there was much more to life in general than finding romantic love.

In keeping with her vow to concentrate whole heartedly on academia for the next few years, and with commendable prudence, she resisted the urge to check either Facebook or Twitter or Instagram. On her FB were friend requests from Aman Aggarwal and Arian Foster among many others. It remained unchecked for months…

Meanwhile in Khushi’s old room, Arnav prepared to settle for the night. Many things scattered around the room attracted his attention. They made him pause and reflect. They made him miss Khushi with a strong, inconsolable yearning.

The Lilac body wash in the shower stall. A box of saffron on her desk. Dried heads of two dozen roses kept in a glass bowl on the dresser. ‘When The Mountains Echoed’ on the nightstand. It was like coming across pieces of himself in her space. It moved him beyond realms of comprehension.

When Khushi called him later in the night, she was unaware of all that had transpired while India was still submerged in the darkness of night.

After they’d talked about various topics, serious and relevant, sappy and irrelevant, Arnav sensed a slight hesitation in Khushi’s voice.

“Are you going to visit my parents?, she finally asked.

“Khushi”, he said seriously with dancing eyes, “Would it be okay if I waited until you were with me too? I would feel a lot more comfortable visiting them with you by my side. We’re going to come back permanently in a a couple weeks anyway”.

Her sigh reached him across the oceans. Her acceptance of his pathetic excuses tugged at his heart. It almost made him disclose where he was at the moment.

He couldn’t wait to be home.
The day of Arnav’s return dawned, a beautiful blustery day in the middle of November. His flight was late in the afternoon and Khushi decided to receive him at the airport.

Her heart beating to a happy rhythm, she was about to leave the house when Astha stalled her citing sudden indisposition and a need for Khushi’s professional attention as the reason. It was so unlike her that Khushi stared in surprise before subjecting her to a lengthy interrogation of symptoms and a thorough physical examination.

Astha underwent the ministrations with a suitable patient-like demeanor, stealing occasional admiring glances at her purported healer. Although she always looked lovely, Astha mused with pride, even in those hideous sweatshirts she seemed to favor immensely when at home, today, she looked especially gorgeous in a pale pistachio lace sari she’d worn to a family brunch earlier in the day. It made her eyes gleam like emeralds.

“You’re absolutely fine, Ma”, Khushi pronounced after a while, briskly putting her stethoscope away. Her green gaze was speculative as they rested on her for a moment.

“You’re probably coming down with a cold or something”, she added kindly with a smile, “Do you want me to get some tea for you?”.

Even as she finished saying that, her mother’s oft repeated words wafted over to her. “There is nothing that a steaming cup of adrak ki chai can’t cure”. They threatened to open a Pandora Box of emotions. They tempered the euphoria of new love with a half suppressed dull ache.

She stood at the foot of the walnut staircase, a steaming teacup in hand, when the front door knob was opened slowly from outside. Dressed In dark denims, white shirt and a tan corduroy sport coat, Arnav walked in quietly.

A column of sunlight slanting on the floor was followed by soft footsteps as Arnav entered with a small smile. It widened with pure happiness when a human missile, a blur in pale pistachio, slammed against his body.

His arms folded around her instinctively, squeezing her for a quick embrace. Then he disengaged his arms and looked down at her. The love in his eyes was breathtaking.

“I have a surprise for you”, he said softly. His eyes crinkled humorously at the edges as he added, “your wedding gift”.

Her eyes were large and curious as they stared at him, a million questions swirling in their depths.

The front door was still ajar and he further opened it, his eyes communicating smilingly with her parents on the other side.

As they walked in, Arnav’s eyes lingered on Khushi’s face. Her widened eyes, her frozen stance were the only indication of her having registered her parents’ unexpected presence. And no amount of emotions on her face could have impacted her onlookers as much as the unnatural lack of them.

Her dad walked toward her with a cane for support, his eyes warm and dignified, his limp almost unnoticeable. The realization it was ages since she had last seen him like this, erect and proud, wrenched painfully at her heart.

Her mom reached her first however. Her eyes were misty. She looked at her in a way Khushi had feared she never would. It was a band aid to the hurt child inside her. It was her undoing.

Her face crumbled. Her eyes welled. Her body wracked with silent sobs. They shook her soul, purging months of repressed angst.

With her eyes raining cleansing water, Sujata stepped up to hug her first born, her heart drawing from it’s never ending spring of love.

Arnav interrupted them gently and lead into the privacy of the family room. He shut the door after them with a click before going upstairs and informing his mother about their arrival.


The initial storm had soon subsided. Words weren’t needed initially as gentle healing waves lapped the shores of their hearts.

It was after they’d all walked over to the French window, with Khushi pointing at the quay and beyond, trying to diffuse emotions with a smile, a lighthearted word, trying to force back a badly missed normalcy in their interactions, that words began to finally flow, slowly, without the burden of tears.

Khushi didn’t let her mother apologize to her.
She absolutely forbade her to apologize to her. For some reason, the prospect of her parents apologizing to her had never sat well with her. She knew her mother was remorseful for her words.

Words. Words flung out in anger. Words not meant. Words leaving behind permanent scars.

Despite it all, this knowledge of her remorse was enough for her.

And this time, Khushi didn’t apologize for her choices either. They hadn’t been easy choices. She wouldn’t wish those choices, those circumstances, on anyone. But they were made by the person she was, and in the space she was, at the time of making them. A person with no knowledge of future and no intention to hurt. A relatively naive person. A flawed human. A woman who’d gladly given her all…all…to the man she loved. Loved more that she’d ever thought possible, desirable or advisable.

Like all choices in life, her choices had brought some good, some bad, some lessons and some realizations. And they’d also brought about the person she was…the life she lived…now.

Soon, another sublime dusk began it’s descent. They stepped away from the window. Drawing the curtains and turning on the lights, Khushi sat down on the rug next to her mom, resting her head against her knee, her heart constricting every time her mother’s hand rested on her hair.

Navin sat next to Sujata. He looked on as they talked. Instinctively realizing their need to communicate, he assumed the role of a listener, drinking in every word but neither interrupting, nor intervening.

Not only could he sense a renewal in their relationship but also a much needed realignment and evolution of their bond.

Navin sighed with relief, leaning relaxedly against the back of the couch. After a while he glanced at his wrist watch. They’d been talking for almost an hour. It was high time somebody interrupted them. It was time to move on. Time to get on with the business of living.
Meanwhile in the library, Astha watched as Arnav paced the room, his eyes shuttered, a glass of amber liquid in hand. His steps slowed down by the window. His gaze skimmed distractedly over the lake’s surface. It rippled with dusk colors, a changed tapestry with every gust.

Seeing Khushi break down like that had unsettled him. And in a way he could have never imagined.

“What’s wrong, Arnav?”, Astha asked finally, placing the magazine she was flipping through in a rack near her chair.

“Nothing”, his son murmured without turning..

After just a moment, he realized how surly her monosyllabic reply must have sounded. He decided to soften it with an elaboration, “I’m just tired, Ma. Nothing’s wrong”.

Acknowledging his effort with a smile, Astha rose from her chair. “Some things will never change”, she thought. She was sure something was bothering him but her heart was at peace. She knew she could leave it to Khushi.

She glanced at the wall clock to ascertain enough time had been given to the Gupta family to compose themselves. Satisfied, she walked out of the library to welcome them.

She met Khushi on the way. And she had no doubt where she was headed to.

“How are you feeling now, Ma?, she teased, her puffy eyes twinkling like twin stars.

“Well, I’m still waiting for my adrak wali chai”, Astha replied with a smile.

A pause ensued. She patted her cheek lightly with loving fingers. Her voice was gruff as she said, “Arnav is in the library”.
Khushi opened the door softly. He didn’t hear her. He stood by the window, his wide back silhouetted against the twinkling lights of the lake and the skies. She walked across the softly lit library, deliberately keeping her footsteps light on the thick carpet.

He smelled her perfume and his lips quirked into a smile. Turning suddenly, he took her by surprise and hauled her against him. He molded her body against his with a laugh. Firmly ensconcing in his arms, she marveled at how well they seemed to fit into each other.

She smiled against his shirt, her nose wrinkling appreciatively at the scent she’d missed so much. They remained silent for a while, their hearts beating with the rare love they inspired in each other. Then she loosened his hold and her eyes slanted up and meet his.

“Thank you, Arnav”, she said softly.

“I had to go to Cleveland anyway”, he shrugged with a smile, averting his eyes, sounding a little embarrassed.

Even as she chuckled amusedly at his embarrassment, her heart constricted with emotion.

She cupped his face lightly with both hands, forcing him to meet her moist gaze. With her thumbs caressing the fine lines at his eyes’ corners, she said, “I know you went there just for me. You knew how important this was for me”. Her smile wavered, her eyes swam, her words choked at the end.

Arnav sucked in a breath; he drew her close again. “It was the least I could do”, he said gruffly after a pause, “After all you’ve done for me and all the pain I gave you in return. All the…problems I caused in your life”.

“Shh”, Khushi stopped him, a tear running down a cheek. “If you ever gave me pain, it was because…because you needed me more than anyone can imagine. Because you loved me”.

Arnav’s eyes were tender and his smile self-depreciative, “A pretty poor kind of love it seems, now that I look back at it. Selfish. Impatient. Not sure if I like it or the person it made me. No wonder your parents had reservations about me”.

“But I loved that person. I loved him just as much I love you”, she said, her eyes aglow with green fire, a fierce protectiveness, “And no one…no one…has the right to judge him until they have all the facts, until they have the guts to go back in time, to step into his shoes, to walk around in his skin…”.

With her voice cracking, she slipped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes to press her lips against his in a soft kiss.

Even though his caramel eyes shone through gossamer moisture, his lips curved as he murmured, “With you as my champion, I guess I’m going to be alright”.

He ran a hand down her back, caressing her bare waist possessively before tracing the curve of her derrire and pulling it closer. Another weaved into her mane of glorious hair.

She caressed his lower lips with a flick of her tongue, her knees weakening as he promptly upped the ante by an uninhibited devouring of her lips and mouth.

After a long while they decided it was time to stop, their breaths still tangled, their eyes dilated.

They heard Astha calling them for dinner and reluctantly released each other.

Dinner was a jovial affair with every person sitting around the table in a peaceful, slightly euphoric, frame of mind. Arnav and Khushi watched with satisfaction as their parents mingled effortlessly. They talked about a wide range of topics with Kashmir, politics, movies and their upcoming wedding among the very top and sometimes they joined in, sometimes they watched, and sometimes they looked across the table at each other.

They lingered in the family room after dinner, drinking kehwa and eating saffron infused phirni in little terra-cotta dessert bowls. After a while, Arnav turned the TV on, although it took a lot of remote flipping to get everyone enthusiastic about the same channel.

With the parents immersed in a new, critically acclaimed Hindi movie, Arnav looked across the room at Khushi. She sat between her parents on the couch but he was the rug, as usual, next to the fire place. Their eyes met for a second, a significant second, before he rose, stretched, bade goodnight to everyone and left the room.

After what she thought was a decent interval, Khushi followed him, her steps light and joyous on the walnut staircase. Perhaps she could have flown if she had tried; it certainly felt like it.

Her heart beat wildly as she opened the door and entered. Bolting it, she stood with her back pressed against it, looking across the lamp lit room at Arnav.

He semi-lay on the bed, his head propped up by pillows, an arm folded behind his head and another keeping his cell phone pressed against his ear. He was still in jeans in white shirt, it’s buttons half undone as if interrupted in the middle of undressing.

The soft lamp light slanted on his face. With bright eyes, he smiled at her; an eyebrow and lips made a disappointed gesture at the phone.

She went to sit beside him; perched on the edge of the four poster bed, she faced him.

Words like saffron, harvest, storage, market price and shares…wafted toward her but didn’t quite reach her. She studied his face, his stubbled jaw, his chiseled nose, his fatigued eyes. She caressed them first with her eyes and then with her soft touches.

He closed his eyes and swallowed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing, when she leaned closer, and nuzzled her dew soft skin against his, dropping kisses on his face, his jaw and his warm corded neck. The tenderness in her loving, in her every movement and touch took his breath away..

She heard him ending the call, dropping the phone carelessly on the side as she slowly unfastened his shirt. She stroked his chest with her palms, teasing the fine sprinkling of hair with her nails.

Her lips followed the path emblazoned by her hands and fingertips; he inhaled sharply when she reached his toned abs and followed a fine line of hair leading south.

His strong fingers burrowed in her hair as she reached the waistband and unbuttoned it, his heart tapping a wild rhythm against his ribcage. His breath hitched as she lightly touched his fly, his arousal, pausing deliberately to torture him.

The sound of his laughing expletives mixed with that of a fly being unzipped.

He had almost nearing his release when he stopped her with a hoarse cry. Hauling her up, he turned with both their bodies, pinning her under him.

“You little minx”, he said with a lazy grin before swooping down to claim her waiting lips.

With his blood turned to fire, he almost ripped her clothes off of her, kissing, tasting, worshiping every inch of her body, playing her body like an instrument. His clothes joined the pile on the floor and it wasn’t long before he had entered her with a single, strong thrust or before their bodies rocked together to a primeval rhythm.

Khushi cried his name, her nails dug into his shoulder and together they fell off the cliff into a rip tide of sensations.
The lights of Shantivan went off one by one under a moonless sky. Ensconced in the comfort of darkness, it’s inhabitants had soon drifted off to the realms of oblivion, perhaps more peacefully than they had in months.

It was late in the night that Khushi had that dream, or a small part of it, again. She found herself in Pampore once again. Her mind, conditioned by the horrors of her recurrent nightmare, recoiled in anticipation. Her sleeping form had just begun to walk amidst the rippling violet sea, just begun to feel strong wind in her hair, that her protesting mind woke her up with a start. And that moment marked the end of her nightmares.

Arnav’s face loomed over her, his eyes narrowed with concern, his gentle hand patting her cheek.

“Khushi? Are you okay, baby? Were you having a nightmare?

Her eyes were blank for a short while before blinking into focus. Her features gradually relaxed. Her breaths slowly became even.

“Arnav, can we go to Pampore now? To the saffron fields?, she asked suddenly, her eyes flickering with an urgency she didn’t understand, her voice hoarse with sleep.

Arnav recalled another night in Tampa. The night she’d rushed to his room and told him about her nightmare…

“Go, get ready”, he said with a smile, their eyes merging in a continuous pool of tenderness, a silent affirmation of understanding.
They reached Pampore just before sunrise. This time they entered through the plantation main gates under a curved white metal sign that read Saffron Fields in violet letters. As uniformed guards, who’d been alerted of their arrival, held the gates open, their white Range Rover Evoque glided in over smooth asphalt.

Arnav parked the SUV in front of of a cluster of nondescript wood and brick buildings that included the manager’s office, warehouse, stamen extraction and drying, storage and packing facilities.

With saffron harvesting being an early morning operation, the place was already abuzz with activity. Saffron pickers, seasonal workers from nearby villages, were amassing in the fields.

Prepared with wicker baskets, they waited for dawn, time for the delicate crocuses to blossom.

Breathing in the crisp morning air, Arnav and Khushi strolled towards the dark fields, chasing sleep away by sips of coffee from a shared steel travel mug.

Strong wind blew in from the encircling rim of Himalayas. It ruffled their hair and invigorated their senses. As they neared the fields, they could smell the evocative fragrance it picked off of the violet flowers.

With the fragrance inextricably enmeshed in a million memories, Khushi’s heart dilated with a surge of nostalgia. She weaved her fingers in Arnav’s and together they sat down on a grassy slope at the edge of the fields.

The grass was slightly moist with dew but they didn’t really mind. Their eyes were focused on the eastern sky above the mountain summits, waiting for it’s first pink and orange steaks.

The sun inched up from behind the summits. A ball of fire, a symbol of cyclical regeneration like the Phoenix…

It colored the air pale gold and coaxed the delicate flowers into a blooming sea of violet.ย Their hearts thrummed in unison with emotion too deep for words.

It was another day…and it was theirs.



The End.



A/N: Thank you so much for reading and re-reading this story. I know it dealt with dark, uncomfortable, complex topics but I hope I was able to do even a little justice to them and that I was able to convey what this story had set out to do. This blog will remainย open to all while Silver Sands, it’s sequel, is ongoing.

I know, a lot of you have already been very generous with your comments while this story was on IF, but could you please share a few of your thoughts (on your favorite chapters and parts maybe) It will mean a lot to me and I want to save them on this blog and cherish for the rest of my life. ๐Ÿ˜Š


Love always,




138 thoughts on “Last Chapter: Saffron Fields

  1. First of all Jenny a very very Big Thank You to you.

    This story and every stories of your are socially relevant,making going us through a journey filled with harsh realities of life that many people outside the world faces.

    Saffron Feilds is also one of those social relevant stories. A beautifully written by you that has made an impact on me like your other two stories I have read. This story has taken me to journey where I have come to know about the situations that in life you have to Never Give Up. It was a rollar coster ride of emotions that I have gone through a heater it was angry,loneliness,helplessness,love, pain,heartbreak and many more!!!
    Each and every characters have its own strength and weakness.You also describe the beautiful and stunning scenes of Kashmir that I felt I was also exploring it.

    This story also highlights that Life is not always a bed of roses,you have go through thrones too!!!

    Again Thank You so much for re-opening this story. Will now start my journey on Silver Sands and I am so much excited.

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    1. OMG OMG i am soooooo thrilled to read this story, I have no words to articulate how good of a writer you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
      I am so fortunate to have found this link (from ShipperK’s blog) and got the opportunity to read it. Its unbelievably marvelously amazingly written!
      The angst, pathos, misery, love, the emotions that I don’t even know how to express, that Arnav goes through is depicted so very well – Hats off to your story telling skills Jennifer!!

      The fact that life is not just black and white and that all of us have that gray-ness in us is so well brought out. Arnav is no doubt an excellent person and so is Khushi, but to understand what and how Lavanya too has justification to what she did was an amazing journey. The way our parents react to such situations, how our usually not-so-conservative siblings give us their support, the way society passes judgments was all amazingly illustrated.
      This passing judgement factor sank in me so much after reading this story, that I actually have learned not to do so myself. So, a big thanks to you for teaching me this lesson.

      I am not a writer like you, so I don’t even have words to express my joy after reading this last chapter my dear. Now I am eagerly looking forward to reading the sequel. I am sure you would have excelled at that as well.

      Also, a big thank you to you for still having this blog open for late-comers like me so that we can still avail the privilege of reading this treasure of a story.

      Ahh, the way you have described Srinagar and Saffron fields, I fell in love with it. How have you give such minute details of, you must have lived there too I bet.

      I fell in love with Arnav too all over again and in every aspect of your depiction of his behavior, I could easily imagine how well our Mr.Sobti fits into this character. How I wish this is made into a web series. If I every win a lottery (powerball to be specific ๐Ÿ™‚ I will certainly contact you first thing to produce this myself ;)!!!!!!

      Please let me know if you have more stories that I can read and have the enjoyment. I am not sure if you even will get this comment of mine and if you are still active but i hope you do.

      THANKS SOOO VERY MUCH again!!!

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      1. Thank you so much for stopping by, for taking time to express your thoughts and your kind words. It meant a lot to me ๐Ÿ˜Š

        Iโ€™m glad you enjoyed this and hope you like the sequel as well.


  2. โ€œThe real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in having new eyes.โ€

    Marcel Proust

    Darling Jenny, firstly, can I just express how overwhelmed I feel after binge-reading (and finishing) Saffron Fields every free moment of these last two weeks or so. I didnโ€™t know to expect when I first started. I remember being struck by how different it was from A Late Spring. Initially I did it a disfavor by comparing it to ALS at every step but as I plowed on, intrigued and tugged by the magnetism of your voice & narration & a certain mysterious intensity, a certain raw earthiness, that permeates every word and chapter, that throbs just under the surface throughout.

    Yes, it is very different from ALS and if any anything, it proves what a supremely talented writer you are, it proves how wrong I was in thinking that I would never like a story as much as ALS! As fresh ALS and itโ€™s characters still are (and cherished) in my heart, Saffron crept under my skin, forcing me to think and rethink about a lot of things and slowly dyeing my heart with itโ€™s own unique color.

    It is often said that the purpose of good writing is not to provide a convenient, simplistic solution but to provoke thoughts, not to tell that moonlight is slanting across the fields but to show what it does to things and people in itโ€™s path, not to judge, not to cajole readers towards preconceived notions but to present multiple facets and hues of every situation and personality with impartiality, rationality, honesty and compassion. And these are the very qualities that make you such a blessed writer.

    Not only is the story itself a complex weave of ambivalent situations and emotions, the characters were heart-wrenchingly human in their imperfections and layers, sometimes burning from other peopleโ€™s mistakes, sometimes their own, sometimes struggling to come to terms with their fallibility, sometimes punishing themselves for it. And bravely trying to live, maintain their sense of self and worth – and love at the same time.

    It was indeed a journey and your poem says it all. What an incredibly beautiful, deep and apt poem. It leaves me wordless with wonder.

    Saffron Fields ~ A Journey.
    Fields of moon shadows
    To sun rising from ashes,
    Love โ€“ bloodied, scorched,
    It lives on; it soars,
    It creates us.
    The person you once were
    The person I once was,
    Alchemists seeking elixir,
    We found you and I,
    We live on.


    I always knew you were a poet, by the way, because what is A Late Spring, if not sheer poetry in prose?

    You set the bar so high with Mr. & Mrs. Foster that I was prepared to not love Drs Raizadas just as much or even close. I had clearly underestimated your magic. Despite being so different (which in a way reflects your absolute brilliance as a writer) Iโ€™m head over heels in love with them. Creating psychologically complex protagonists that are not only real and imperfect but also interesting and lovable is your definite forte! And you do it with a style that is uniquely yours.

    Even the side characters – Lavanya, Astha, Sujatha, Manya, Navin, Neville, Aman- and my darling Anita – were wonderfully fleshed out and multidimensional and not neglected to remain mere cardboard cutouts or caricatures like they often are.

    With silent compassion, you navigated us through the labyrinthine mazes of their minds, not attempting at any point to sway our judgement one way or the other. And in the end, just like you intended Iโ€™m sure, although we walked out with our own unique viewpoints, opinions and takes, we were unable – often reluctantly – to hate anyone. This says a lot about not just you as a writer but you as a person โค๏ธ

    You turned them all into real people. Even Arian! With just a chapter, you established him as a real, flesh and blood person in my mind!

    Every character had a well thought of backstory and every single one not only earned his or her place in narrative but also helped move it forward…๐Ÿ‘ The Same artistry with which you wove different threads together in ALS was at work here – creating a tapestry of equally (if not more) breathtaking beauty, clarity and depth. And same mastery was utilized here to layer blocks upon blocks and build an equally believable and cohesive plot of unforgettable width and depth.

    I fell in love with Anita and itโ€™s commendable how you kept the two sisters so distinct yet alike. Iโ€™m ecstatic that a large part of the sequel will deal with her story. I have a feeling itโ€™s going to be a love – triangle but knowing you, it will be anything but cliched so bring it on.

    I would like to end by paraphrasing an article I read recently. It reminded me of you.

    โ€œGood writing is simple, but not simplistic. Good content deconstructs the complex to make it easily understood, conveying things in human, accessible termsโ€.

    Can I also add that I canโ€™t help noticing that today is November 15th and my heart feels heavy. I never thought it can hurt so much to say goodbye to fictional characters. Iโ€™m holding you to your promise of further glimpses into Mr and Mrs. Fosterโ€™s world. Such beautiful names – Aiden and Sofia. And aww…Emma decided to switch camps โค๏ธ

    Yesterday, I read the PN sonnet again and my heart constricted with emotions. That beautiful poem – every word, thought and imagery – and this beautiful story will be forever intertwined in my heart.

    Will be waiting to hear from you.

    Lots of love,


    PS: Since this is about both SF and ALS , Iโ€™m posting it twice.

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  3. Hi Jen,
    This is an amazingly penned work dear.
    To be honest, I was kind of skeptical to continue after reading the first chapter.
    And boooyyyyyyy…….I made the right decision to continue….
    The tested love, the anticipation, the heartbreak, the never give up attitude and the oh so wonderful love makes Saffron Fields above over other stories of Arnav & Khushi.

    Thank you so much for opening this blog dear and cant wait to join the sequel.

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  4. Hi Jenny,

    It’s a beautiful feeling while reading Saffron Fields!!! You have woven a magic with your words taking us to the alternative world of Arnav and Khushi!!

    Reading the story from the start till the end is a very pleasurable feeling… Khushi’s trust in their love, Arnav’s need to have her beside him always, his grief which brought them both together and her being his strength, Arnav’s relation and love for Aarav, Lavanya’s obsession, love, self-centeredness, Aman and Anita’s feelings, Astha, Sujatha and Navin’s thoughts, emotions and sentiments….you have written and showcased each of these emotions so very beautifully… It’s mesmerizing!!!

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  5. Superb story of Arnav and Khushi ๐Ÿ˜Š
    Their journey of finding true love and a campanion with each other is truly beautifully described… the pain Arnav has gone through and the person he had become… whereby khushi’s entry in his life completely changed him and both wanted to be with each other no matter what… circumstances of parents disapproval and their fair share of arguments did keep the story interesting but the lose of a child is still something I can’t get over… the revealing of that had me in tears ๐Ÿ˜ข
    One of the best stories I have ever read ๐Ÿ‘
    Will be reading SS soon ๐Ÿ˜€

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  6. Hi
    Compliments of the season to uou n your family. Wishing you n yours a Happy New Year.
    At the outset let me apologise to you for missing to comment on a few earlier chapters. I plead guilty to the fact that i wanted to read the updates continuously without a break owing to paucity of time.
    Coming to the story

    I loved the fact that u managed to give closure to all characters in your story.
    Arshi found true love and are bonded till eternity with strong heart ties. Armav managed to bring Khushi’s mom back to her by oriving himself to be the son she (Sujata) never had.
    La finally opened her eyes to the fact that u cant force someone to love you but you have someone made for you.
    Anita found that u cant force your heart to forget someone ib a day but growing up n getting over your first love is a process.
    Continuing with the sequel….

    All the best to you

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  7. – First of all, Befitting title, I don’t think there could be any better title for this last chapter
    – The conversation between Khushi and Arnav in the family room about Isha’s gift and Arnav’s reflections were so emotional and very VERY well written (emphasis on the Repetition and the CAPS :3 )
    – The things love can make you do indeed ๐Ÿ˜€ . The heartwarming feeling you get when you’re reading a story and you find that what you predicted some time back is actually happening. It reflects just how one is attached and immersed into the story and that’s what I felt going through saffron fields, I especially like the part where he admitted that what he’s about to do is so not him but how he’ll do it for Khushi’s sake nontheless. And I think this passage described it best: (( For a person who believed in not giving a fuck, so to speak, about judgmental people, about people who didnโ€™t like him and who had sworn by this philosophy all his life, it was indeed groundbreaking, a shift in his inner universe, to make subtle efforts to be liked by someone. )). As well as how you described Arnav and Sujata’s efforts to settle a mutual truce and meet each other in the middle all for the sake of, and I quote, a dearly loved person.
    – ” It was a band aid to the hurt child inside her. It was her undoing. ” i love you for coming up with such expressions and phrases, there was something about this one that was just sooo heartwarming and attracting.
    – the conversation between arshi in the library was a pleasure to read, thank you for creating such an amazing and genuine scene, how he realized his past selfish act and her reaction and fierceness towards his self-deprecating thoughts.
    – and last but not least, that was such a beautiful turn you gave to khushi’s nightmare.
    An absolutely BEAUTIFUL story. I’m surely going to be rereading this again and again.

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    1. PS 1 : You see i had read this chapter right after i finished the previous one and posted my thoughts about it, it’s just that i had so much on plate and so much pending work with exams at my doors and stuff so i didn’t leave a comment on this one. But i promised myself i will be back again to finish where i left off and reread the chapter, and honestly, it never gets boring, there is absolutely nothing I’d like to skip just because I’ve read it before and i know where it’s going.

      PS 2 : I love your style and how you write your stories, I love how, for me, there’s a constant challenge I face while reading your work and that is the new words I keep adding to my vocabulary, I love it when a story, text, document, etc, is rich when it comes to style, vocabulary and information.. and your work certainly fits. It doesn’t have a hard language but not so simple and boring either, I find it certainly intruiging.

      Thank you for creating and sharing such wonderful work with us. I think one doesn’t have to be an Arshi fan to enjoy such stories. You really are talented and gifted. Wish you all the best with whatever you chose to spend the rest of your life doing.

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      1. Thank you so much for your very very kind and generous words ๐Ÿค— And thank you for overlooking itโ€™s many flaws to give so much love to this story and itโ€™s author โค๏ธ I hope you like itโ€™s sequel too…looking forward to staying in touch with you.

        Lots of love,


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        1. Honey you are so welcome. I’m not a professional writer or anything and believe me I don’t see any flaws. If anything, you are one of my favorite fan-fic writers and I find your stories so addictive, captivating and seamless.
          I’ve been away for a while, exams and then my final year project kept me busy and I am yet to finish, I will try to read as much of Silver sands as I possibly can in my free time. God I just realised how much I really missed this story.

          Love, Zayneb.

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  8. I am finally here!

    We have closures on several fronts as we brace up to end this phase of the Arnav-Khushi journey.

    – Lavanya, as uncomfortable as her visit may have been initially for Arnav (and even Khushi), will be a done-and-dusted chapter of their lives. The main take-away from this visit was Arnav’s realization on how he has changed with the power of Khushi’s love. It was truly a magnanimous gesture to relieve Lavanya from any sort of hatred that he’d been harboring.
    – Arnav has also realized how difficult it must have been for Khushi to take that courageous step towards him, upsetting her parents in the process. Really appreciate his gesture of flying back to Cleveland to offer his respects to the parents. And I am equally glad that Sujata did come around this time. It was about time. ๐Ÿ™‚
    – I had almost forgotten about the Shikara that Khushi had left behind. Isha is a sweetheart! I am glad to see Khushi confiding in Arnav the reasons for leaving that Shikara on the tree. The very fact that she could not just dump the gift (that Arnav wanted her to have as “Something to remember by”) shows what a kind soul she is. Even in grief, she respected the gift and Arnav’s love. I still have a lot of expectations from Arnav as we sail along SS. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    – The moment by the Saffron Fields. What a way to end this journey! The nightmares are now replaced with a breath-taking image of the fields and the rising sun. The rising sun symbolizing the dawn of a new phase of Arnav and Khushi’s lives.

    Jen, I could feel the passion with which you have written this journey… And of course, you are a gifted writer. The research (whether on the Medical profession, or Kashmir or even something as mundane as a train journey) shows in the exemplary detailing that have accompanied this tale. I have many more things to say, just can’t find the right words to do justice to yours. I am thankful to have found this story and to have had a chance to read it multiple times.

    Here’s a song I want to dedicate to this beautiful tale and to Khushi. And to her powerful love. The love that filled Arnav’s life with happiness, and in the process, even her own.


    โ€œThe Power of Loveโ€ โ€“ Jennifer Rush

    The whispers in the morning
    Of lovers sleeping tight
    Are rolling by like thunder now
    As I look in your eyes

    I hold on to your body
    And feel each move you make
    Your voice is warm and tender
    A love that I could not forsake

    ‘Cause I’m your lady
    And you are my man
    Whenever you reach for me
    I’ll do all that I can

    Even though there may be times
    It seems I’m far away
    Well, never wonder where I am
    ‘Cause I am always by your side…

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      1. Jen — Someday, I would like to know how the seed for this story got sown? Srinagar/OH, Doctors, the plot etc. ๐Ÿ˜Š
        Just a know-your-author’s-mind question…

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          1. Awesome!! Thanks Jen. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
            The Saffron Fields have me knotted up. Sigh.. some day I will make a visit. I too have a bucket list for a Srinagar visit ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  9. Thank you so much for making your stories available for us to read โ€ฆ I think this the 10nth time I read it again it’s soooo great to read it every time with new enthusiasm โ€ฆ please do write more

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  10. Hey Jenny,
    I have enjoyed reading this piece of work earlier and came back here again to get a dose of ArShi…This piece of work has been captivating on so many levels…Be it Khushi’s maturity, innate goodness of heart; Arnav’s fight with the demons of the past, and overcoming them with and for Khushi…The Gupta couple pov is quite understandable. The anguish, the worry, the over protectiveness is something one can relate to…
    Delving into a very sensitive topic of depression with one of the key characters involved is commendable. The emotional roller coaster of not just the patient but also the family is finely depicted.
    The moment when Manya barges into the Gupta home and lashes at Khushi…is very heartbreaking…I just hated Manya for doing what she did… But, looking at the larger picture, one cannot blame her for her reaction, erratic and ill informed as it may have been,coz it was just her protective elder sis mode that had taken over.. Like Gustave Flaubert quotes…There is no Truth. There is only perception.
    All in all, a wonderful read…This one.
    Much love,

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  11. Hi Jen reading Saffron fields all over again. Like you said a ship called Arnav and Khushi has fired the imagination of so many writers and to the satisfaction of so many readers. Not all writers inspire so much loyalty that one goes repeatedly to read about Arnav and Khushi as woven in their stories.loved your a late spring and saffron fields. Saffron fields had such a distant beautiful aura about it and an ache for a part of our country. Thank you for giving such a normal feel to it. Thank you for bringing Arnav and Khushi story to its natural conclusion. A writer who can cause resonating emotions in a reader is a class above all. Thank you. Looking forward to to More on your take on our ship
    Love u . gangard

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  12. Jen, two weeks back when I was hurriedly trying to read the missed chapters of silver sands, I had a strong urge to read a few updates of saffron fields – I wanted to read the chapters where khushi comes to know about aaravโ€™s death, the Madison part, the Thampa part, arnavโ€™s Itโ€™s over part etc. and I ended up reading each and every word of saffron fields once again. Will you believe me when I say I thoroughly enjoyed each and every word of it. What a superb story it is jen and how beautifully you have delivered it to us. Great jen. I am just wondering in what state Arnav would be if khushi has not entered his life – if they hadnโ€™t taken the same flight out of Cleveland and hadnโ€™t met in Kashmir too. Oh I just canโ€™t imagine his plight – beautiful one jen – thank you once again for giving this super awesome work. Keep up your great work.

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  13. Hi jenny

    First of all thank you so much
    for giving access to this beautiful story
    The story was very well written
    Each character was very intense and special you have focused on every character very flawlessly every thing was so naturally beautiful
    I enjoyed the story very much
    While I was reading i thought its better than serial no offence to anyone
    You gave arnav and khushi like we wanted in the serial thank you again and i love you Jenny all the best and keep writing beautiful stories hamesa

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  14. Hello Jennifer di ๐Ÿค—
    I’m Anjali, an IAS Aspirant, My Twitter id is – @anjali_k1 .

    I don’t know from where to start ?
    After struggling with my emotions, my thoughts for about more than 3 hours, I decided somehow to put my inner thoughts into words here. But, I’m not just sure that words would be able to exactly express my inner Thoughts about this Particular Special Story โ ๐’๐€๐…๐…๐‘๐Ž๐ ๐…๐ˆ๐„๐‹๐ƒ๐’ โž but I’m still trying !!
    ……….Some stories we read for pleasure, for time pass, & some stories we read for better Understanding, for Experience. & I will be honest with you Jennifer di, I moment I read the 1st chapter of SAFFRON FIELDS, I was & still deeply moved by this Story. & Only few Writer’s have that Ability to give their Readers a Story that is ๐‹๐€๐‘๐†๐„๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐€๐ ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„. An Precious Lesson of Life you have given me di, through this beautiful Story ๐Ÿ’ž
    ………. I was so Damn intrigued by this story, that somehow I read it by awakening 3 Nights, which I don’t repent at all. The Complexities of this Story is it’s Charm๐Ÿ’ซ
    ……….Let me start with ๐€๐‘๐๐€๐• ๐’๐ˆ๐๐†๐‡ ๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐™๐€๐ƒ๐€. A too much Complex Character, His Helplessness, his grief , his issues, A difficult Character to write into words. But You ๐‰๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐…๐„๐‘ di, you Nailed it with your Outstanding Writing ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป. A Man caught in a unwanted, loveless Marriage, The intense grief of losing his child, He’s all Shattered & When he get his KHUSHI in his lonely life, A ray of Hope of Happiness fluttering on his shoulders. But it was short lived. The hurdles in Lovโค๏ธ is yet to crossed. I understand his desperacy in having KHUSHI in his life As soon as he got the impending Divorce, but their breakup, resulting in shattering his every Hope into pieces, He was Broken !! I really Relate to Arnav’s Thoughts. His views regarding Relationships matches mine too. If two people are not happy together, then No amount of Signs of legal chains can bind your heart. It’s Better to be alone than with someone you are not happy with !!
    This line โ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘๐“ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐…๐‘๐„๐„ โž holds a very singnificant deep Meaning ๐Ÿงก
    …………..๐Š๐‡๐”๐’๐‡๐ˆ ๐†๐”๐๐“๐€…….Smart , Sensible & Sensitive. A independent soul, but not actually Independent in true terms. A Girl like each of us. A daughter , from whom her parents have high hopes, & when She takes an unconventional decision regarding her life, Her entire being is questioned, not by others,, but first by her parents. A Character who stands by her beliefs, what her heart desires. In Admist of Right or Wrong, between Easy & Complex, Regular or Satisfying !! Aman is Easy going person, a Regular good types boy whom her Family approves but not hers heart, she choose ARNAV. A Complex Man, Not easy but someone whom her heart desires. That’s KHUSHI GUPTA โค๏ธ
    ………. Now coming back to both โ ๐€๐‘๐๐€๐• & ๐Š๐‡๐”๐’๐‡๐ˆ โž……. Only One thought crosses My mind !!
    ๐ˆ๐… ๐“๐–๐Ž ๐’๐Ž๐”๐‹๐’ ๐€๐‘๐„ ๐Œ๐„๐€๐๐“ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐“๐Ž๐†๐„๐“๐‡๐„๐‘, ๐“๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž๐†๐„๐“๐‡๐„๐‘, ๐๐Ž ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘ ๐‡๐Ž๐– ๐Œ๐€๐๐˜ ๐‡๐”๐‘๐ƒ๐‹๐„๐’ ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐Ž๐–๐’ ๐ˆ๐ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐–๐€๐˜,
    ๐†๐Ž๐ƒ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐”๐๐ˆ๐“๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”.
    ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐–๐ˆ๐ ๐Ÿ’•
    That’s how The Painful yet Beautiful love ๐Ÿ’ž of ARNAV & KHUSHI you have penned down di ๐Ÿ’•

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    1. ๐€๐€๐’๐“๐‡๐€ ๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐™๐€๐ƒ๐€….. A Mom who’s Understanding & Just wants their Kids happy.
      ๐๐€๐•๐ˆ๐ ๐†๐”๐๐“๐€…… A Father who Understands where lies their kids happiness, even the whole thing isn’t according to his liking but he placed their kids happiness above everything.
      ๐’๐”๐‰๐€๐“๐€ ๐†๐”๐๐“๐€……A mother who is fine, with her kids only till her daughters go according to her wishes. The moment her daughter took a decision of her life which is unconventional according to her views, instead of Understanding her, supporting her, she will blame you, makes you feel low of urself, breaks your heart. The Character of SUJATA as a Mother is very realistic. Such kind of Moms do exist in real life too. I too have gone through this bitter Truth when an outsider bad-mouths you & your mother too agrees with them instead of standing or supporting U. I tell U, this shatters your soul into pieces, it hurts a way lot.
      ๐‹๐€๐•๐€๐๐˜๐€…… She loves Arnav but she Actually didn’t understand the True meaning of lov. Love is simply about Giving not caging your love in an unwilling commitment.
      ๐€๐๐ˆ๐“๐€ ๐†๐”๐๐“๐€…… A Character i like the most. Fun loving, little crazy but most Sensible one. She loves Aman but Unlike Lavanya she didn’t let her lov for Aman turned into a freaking obsession of Control.
      She’s like –
      ๐ˆ๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐Œ๐„๐€๐๐“ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’,
      ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐‚๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐๐€๐‚๐Š ๐“๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐”,
      & ๐ˆ๐… ๐๐Ž๐“, ๐“๐‡๐€๐“ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐„๐€๐๐“ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐„๐•๐„๐‘ !!
      That’s the Major difference between The love Anita & Lavanya holds !!

      ………..๐๐Ž๐– ๐Œ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐Œ๐๐Ž๐‘๐“๐€๐๐“๐‹๐˜, I can very well Understand the Difficulty you have gone through while writing this Story ๐‰๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐…๐„๐‘ di. โ ๐’๐€๐…๐…๐‘๐Ž๐ ๐…๐ˆ๐„๐‹๐ƒ๐’ โž is not an easy going, regular type of Story to write. The whole plot is very unconventional, lot’s of Complexities in Characters & Emotions & to top of it, to keep this Story Real. & Truly not for a fleeting moment, the plot of this story has gone out of tracks. You keep each Emotion , each scene tightly intact with the harsh realities of life. By keeping this Story as hell as Realistic, You ACE it, with your Way of Amazing Writing di ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป
      You as an Writer โœ๐Ÿป succeed in giving me a Lesson of Life for A lifetime ๐Ÿ’ซ & For this precious Experience, happiness you have given me through your beautiful Writings- I will be Forever Grateful to you Di ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
      As a reader , I can only pray to God for your happiness di. Because I firmly believe that
      ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘บ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ฌ’๐‘บ ๐‘ท๐‘น๐‘จ๐’€๐‘ฌ๐‘น ๐‘ฐ๐‘บ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ท๐‘ผ๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘บ๐‘ป ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ด ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฌ ๐Ÿ’ž
      & For the Happiness & The Precious Lesson you have given me ๐‰๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐…๐„๐‘ Di , I will Forever keep you in My Prayers & May God always bless you with Immense Happiness, lov & Peace ๐ŸŒธ
      โ„’โ„ด๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š ๐’น๐’พ ~ โ„‹๐’ถ๐“‚โ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’ถ ๐Ÿค—
      Take care ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’•

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    2. Dear Anjali,
      So happy to connect with you ๐Ÿ™‚ Welcome aboard! Thank you so for reading and for sharing your kind words and thoughtful analysis – I loved reading your thoughts – Getting to know my readersโ€™ thoughts – their perspective – always make everything worthwhile. It brings me so much joy. So thank you, dear โค๏ธ

      And all the best with your IAS prep studies – May all your dreams come true ๐Ÿค—

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      1. Ohh !! Di , you are so Sweet โค๏ธ.
        I have learned in my life that Never take anything for granted, especially Good hearted persons. It’s rare in today’s world to find good souls.
        – & I truly dil se ~ The Immense love you have showered on me Jennifer di, means a lot , way lot to me. More than my words could express – ” I truly feel BLESSED ๐ŸŒŸ TO HAVE YOU DI IN MY LIFE”.
        – & One more thing that I want to say as a person to you – is that your beautiful Story “Saffron Fields” have changed my views regarding life & Relationships for good.
        & I’m forever going to be Grateful towards you di ๐Ÿค—
        – & Thanks for your lovely wishes. I hope next year I will ACE the IAS exam, & I will surely let you know my results of after Giving prelims in Upcoming June & hope I will able to clear IAS exam with my HARDWORK that I’m sincerely putting day & night.

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        1. You know yourself The syllabus is too much Vast, & the only thing that keeping me sane throughout the process is Reading Ffs, stories.
          I let myself get lost in your Beautiful Sapno ki duniya โค๏ธ
          & I really love reading your Writings di.
          Such an Outstanding, Amazing Writer you are beyond Excellence ๐ŸŒŸ
          But I have a request to you,
          I found your some stories are protected, which I respect, you have your Reasons to make it protected.
          But, I request to you Jennifer di,
          IF it’s ok with you can you please let me give the Access to Read your Beautiful Writings.
          I so want to read them & I promise I will be good loyal reader, won’t ever trouble you even a bit. Plz di, pretty plz ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
          & If you ever decide to publish your Awesome Stories, I will happily buy it.
          Your Writings are heart touchingly Beautiful โค๏ธ Touches every chord of one’s heart โค๏ธ
          & For the Immense Happiness you have given me through your Writings, I will & am forever will pray to God for your Happiness & Peace di ๐Ÿ’ซ
          That’s the least I can do for you di.
          Thanks so soooo… very much di ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป,
          Forever Grateful to you ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
          Love you Jennifer di ~ Hameshaa ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’•

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          1. You are so so sweet ๐Ÿค—โค๏ธ I will definitely let you know when my other stories are available again dear & wishing you all the best in everything in life – may all your dreams come true ๐Ÿ˜

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            1. & I’m eagerly, desperately for that day to come soon, when I will get this beautiful opportunity to Read your other Amazing Striking Writings ๐Ÿ’ž which I’m Damn sure will be as Wonderful & Beautiful as you are My Awesome Jennifer di ๐Ÿ’•
              & Your wishes Truly means a World to me, means a way lot to me โค๏ธ
              Can’t thank you enough Ever ๐Ÿ™
              You are always in my prayers di.
              Thanks soooo…. Very much ๐Ÿ™
              Love you di ~ Hameshaa ๐Ÿ˜˜

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  15. & I will for now try my best to put my comments on each chapter.
    It’s just I was so Damn indulged in reading SAFFRON FIELDS & SILVER SANDS….. I read it madly in one go.
    Such intriguing your Writings are ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป
    But, I will try my best from onwards.
    Take care di ๐Ÿค—
    Lots of love ๐Ÿ˜˜โค๏ธ

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  16. This story will always touch my heart! Even now reading just a single chapter of silver sands brings out sooo many emotions. This is the first time I read the story in its entirety and it’s just different than reading as the chapters are being uploaded. Reading it now completely was just a different experience! The way you have developed the characters and how the navigate throughout the story is just exceptional! There was quite a few times I was crying openly and then smiling after a few chapters! I am just unable to describe how much of a joy this story is.
    PS: I have been a silent reader and a I can’t really write what I feel. But I thank you from the bottom of my heart for keeping this blog open. May you and your family be blessed and please do keep writing ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  17. I know in my last comment I said I’ll be starting to read Silver Sands right away.. But i seriously couldn’t resist the temptation of re-reading Saffron Fields one more time and maaaaan I love this story. It’s so dear to me, especially now, because every time i read about the rift between Khushi and her mom I saw me and my mom and the kind of similar situation we’re in.. Feeling like what Khushi is feeling in regards of her mom, i find your description and your insight so truthful and real. And SF gives me hope.. Hope that things will get better.

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  18. Hi Jennifer,

    I am a new reader here.. Recently started rreading the wonderful Arshi FFs on IF and landed somehow on the equally addictive WordPress arshi fan fiction world!

    I almost binge read your story, it is so beautiful and also heart wrenching at times, I have no words to express how amazing it was to read it.

    The whole setting across countries and in saffron fields, no less, gives it such a romantic backdrop. You have done complete justice in your lyrical description of season changes and its effects on your characters!

    I love the way your Arnav and Khushi have gone through changes in perspectives and beliefs, for each other’s sake, that truly is a hallmark of a lasting love. All your characters are adorable and realistic for that matter.
    I love the way you have written Arnav’s pain of losing his son and Khushi’s very mature and selfless way of accepting it as her own.

    The way you have woven their Asli Duniya with their jibs, families, friends and it’s pressures on them makes it way easier to relate to the story and makes it feel like it’s happening in real life..

    I am very much looking forward to read the next part with Anita’s story.. (honest declaration, I read some recent parts and have vowed to read from start of the second part!)

    Just wanted to let you know that this is definitely one of the most outstanding stories I have read and you have simply done a superb job!! Thank you for writing it!

    All the best to you and keep writing!!


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  19. I am not good at writing long analytical comments. I ask lots of questions though!
    But this is one of the beautifully written Arshi FFs and I loved it thoroughly. Thank you for letting us read it. Wish you all the best with your future stories. Off to read the other SS.

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