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Valley of Flowers ' Chapter 21
ARNAV
turned around to see Khushi standing with her hand folded, shooting daggers
with her eyes. He walked up to her and took her hand. 'Come on, let's go.'
'No!'
She shrugged off his hand.
'Don't
create a scene here,' he grated,'People are staring at us.'
Khushi's
eyes widened. 'I am creating a
scene?' she shot back. 'What about what you did?' She reminded him of the kiss.
'Come,'
He put forth his hand peremptorily. 'Let's talk about this in the room.'
'I
don't want to go with you,' she said adamantly. 'I will order another taxi.'
'Khushi,'
Arnav's voice dropped down an octave. 'Don't push me.'
'Or
else?' She challenged him.
He
picked her up in one swift motion, walked into the lobby, past the wide-eyed
people and into the open elevator. He put her down and punched the button to their
floor. Khushi refused to talk to him, her entire body seething with anger.
When
the elevator stopped, Arnav took her hand and dragged her to the room, using
his free hand to insert his card and open the door.
'What
was all that drama back there?' He said as they stood just inside the door.
'Look
who's talking!' Khushi exclaimed.
'Come
again?'
'The
way you smoothly put Lavanya in that taxi and sent her to Delhi.'
'So?'
He looked clueless, squinting his eyes in confusion. 'How else am I supposed to
send her to Delhi?'
'You
were planning to send her to Delhi,' she stated sardonically.'And what were you
planning to do in this room?'
'I
was planning to do --- er..be with you.' He shrugged his shoulders.
'With
me? 'Khushi's anger rose up a notch. 'Are you trying to tell me you knew I
would come here?'
'I
wasn't sure --' He paused, '' I had a hunch 'since I told you I was going with
Lavanya.' He added sheepishly.
'What?'
Khushi raised her eyebrows in astonishment.
'I
know you are a little jealous of her.'
Little? Khushi's heart filled
with anguish.'How can you be so casual about it Arnav?'
'Come
on Khushi,' Arnav said affably, 'Most of my business associates tell me their
wives are jealous of their female colleagues.
'Unbelievable!'
'We
work in the business of sales and marketing Khushi. Many of the associates are
women ' and some of them are quiet attractive. We have to interact with them.'
'Can
you define "interact"?' She demanded.
'We
work, talk, share a cup of coffee ---'
'Share
a bed.' She said tersely.
Arnav
went completely still, his brown eyes simmering. 'Look Khushi, I agree that I
was no saint.
But
they were all "no-strings-attached" relationships and none of them meant
anything. It is all in the past now.'
It
was probably "no-strings-attached" only from Arnav's side. Was it possible to
be with him and not fall in love with him, she wondered.
'Are
you telling me that you have never been with Lavanyaji after we got married?' She
waited with bated breath.
'His
eyebrows snapped together as he came up to her and grasped her arms. 'I have not
been with anybody since I saw you
again six months ago!'
'Oh!'
'And
why do you keep harping about Lavanya? I was just joking when I said you were
jealous of her. But you seriously think I have been having an affair with her? Didn't
I tell you downstairs that she is married to a business associate of mine? Do
you think I will stoop down so low?
'Whatever
gave you that idea Khushi?'
'Lavanyaji.'
Khushi shrugged off his hands and looked him square in the eyes.
'What?'
'Since
you came back, she has been accusing me of stealing you away from her.'
'Why
didn't you tell me this before?' He grated angrily.
'I
saw no point at the time.'
He
nodded his head. 'I see.'
'After
all she was the girl your mother chose for you to marry.'
'But
I didn't.' He said quietly, his eyes simmering with a barely controlled temper.
Khushi
went on. 'Lavanyaji said you got -- close when you spent time together after
your mothers' passing away.'
'And
you believed her.' It was more a statement than a question.
'These things are known to happen.' She said
defensively.
'We
did get close --'Khushi's heart plummeted. .Arnav advanced on her backing her
into a wall. 'Emotionally -- not
physically. I realized that Lavanya was going through a rough patch in her
marriage. I was trying to be supportive -- as
a friend.'
'But
'.but at Nanheji's engagement she implied you both were still ---.' She stuttered.
'Khushi
I did am not having an affair with Lavanya!' He roared. 'Not when my mother
died and not any time before that either. Not
ever!
'I
have never thought about Lavanya that way. In fact I feel brotherly toward her.
She is little bit of an air head.'
Brotherly? Khushi's heart
fluttered with joy.
Before
he could utter another word Khushi snaked her arms around his neck and hugged
him tight.
'Does this mean you believe me?' He seemed
surprised.
'Yes.'
'Just
like that?'
'Between
you and Lavanyaji, I choose to believe you.'
'Why
is she doing this?' He hit his hand on the wall in anger.
'Because she was in love
with you.' She said simply. 'I feel sorry for her.'
'Oh
please!' Arnav mocked.'You were freakishly jealous of her a little while ago.'
'Not
at all.' Khushi defended herself, stepping back from him.
'So
you came to Agra to see Mr Sheik?' He said he tone laced with sarcasm.
'Of
course!'Khushi said.
Arnav
burst out laughing and Khushi turned around and walked up to the door and
yanked it open. Arnav was quick when he caught the door and shut it back with a
bang. 'No you don't!' He pushed her back against the door and took her lips in
a fierce kiss. Though she pushed at him initially, the pressure of his tongue
sent an electric jolt, fraying her senses into submission.
After
what seemed like an eternity Arnav lifted his head. 'Admit it Khushi Kumari
Gupta Singh Raizada.' He smirked. 'You were jealous.'
'So
what?' She hit back. 'You were jealous of NK even though you claimed I never
loved him.'
'I
knew you never loved him,' he said.'I
was jealous that he wanted you.'
'You
make it sound like I was an object he wanted.
He wanted to marry me because I would
make him an ideal wife. That is all there is to it.'
'Bull
shit! He wanted to have you because you are beautiful.'
'No
I am not.'
'What
the --!' Arnav couldn't believe what he was hearing. Khushi didn't think she
was beautiful?
'I
think Lavanayaji is beautiful, sophisticated ---'
'That
sophistication comes at a price Khushi.You know she spends a lot of time in the
beauty salon to look the way she does.'
'When
I was a young girl, Buaji always told me that I was too pale and too thin. She
said I didn't have the pretty features that Payal had.'
'F@#$!'
Arnav was livid that Buaji would be this mean to a child. 'Who cares what she
thinks? Khushi you have worked in a Television show for God's sake!'
'They
hired me because of my dancing skills not because of my looks.' She said
doggedly.
'Khushi,
you are not too thin.'He tried to make her feel better.
'I
know that,' she said in dismay, 'because Buaji said I was too thin, I tried to
put on weight and as a result of that I ended up gaining weight on the lower
part of my body.' She stepped back and pointed to herself. 'See? Don't you
think my hips are too wide?'
With
a look of complete disbelief on his face Arnav took her hand and led her to the
dresser, making her stand in front of the mirror. He walked up to the curtains
and drew them. The reflection of Taj Mahal shimmered in the pale moonlight.
Khushi
gasped. 'Oh my God Arnav! It is the Taj Mahal,' She remembered the hotel
manager who had proudly informed her that all rooms had a view of the ethereal
monument. 'It looks beautiful.'
'Not
more beautiful that you are Khushi. See what I see.'
Khushi
looked at herself standing there in her jeans and kurti. 'This kurti always
makes me look good.'
'Is
that so?' He whispered looking at her in the mirror. 'Let's take it off then.'
Khushi's
heart began its erratic dhak-dhak as Arnav took her long black braid in his
hand and unravelled it slowly. He took the thick tresses in his hand and moved
it to her front, laying it on her breast. He moved his hand to her back and
began unbuttoning her kurti, one button at a time, making her shiver each time
his finger touched her skin.
Arnav
peeled the garment off her shoulder, brushing her skin as he brought the
material down her arms. Khushi gasped looking at her own body 'her delicately
rounded shoulders, the swell of her left breast above the cup of her bra, while
the other remained hidden under her hair,the curve of her long waist and her
navel quivering just above the waistband of her low rise jeans.
Arnav
moved his right hand to her midriff and moved it downward to dip into the
waistband of her jeans unbuttoning the single button, before sliding the zip
downward. Khushi realized that she had never ever looked at herself like this
in the mirror. She looked --
'Sexy.'
He whispered her thought aloud. She felt herbody heating up.
Khushi's
breath hitched in her throat as Arnav's fingers traced her delicate collar bone
moving them under the strap of her bra, sliding them slowly off her shoulder.
As Khushi watched the scrap fall, she realized he had already unhooked the
clasp on her bra.
He
wrapped his hands around her tiny waist. 'I love how I am able to wrap your
entire waist with my hands Khushi,' he whispered into her ear. 'I love how the
difference in our skin tone looks, don't you?
Khushi
was riveted by the sight of his tanned hand on her fair skin, spanning her
waist.
Then
he moved his hands to rest on her hips. 'I also love that this lower part of
your body is wide, compared to '' His hands moved up to cup her breasts.'Makes
you look irresistible in a saree.'
Khushi
held both his hands and tried to remove them. 'Arnav, please.'
'Shh
we are not done yet.' He hooked his finger inside the waistband of her jeans
and peeled the material along with her panties down her long, smooth legs.
She
closed her eyes.
'Khushi,
open your eyes.' He urged huskily.
The
slow revealing of the creamy expanse of skin was beginning to cause an
explosion in his gut. It was like unveiling a masterpiece. Khushi looked like
one of the statues of the goddesses in the temples.
Exquisite. Beautiful. For
him alone.
Khushi
opened her eyes and looked at Arnav's caramel brown ones simmering with desire.
She understood.
She
turned toward him and burrowed into his chest, her entire body shivering, hot,
her heart clamouring wildly in her breast.
His
head descended to claim her lips in a bruising kiss even as he put his hands on
her waist and lifted her up on the dresser moving between her legs.Her fingers
slipped into the crisp hair at the back of his head as she deepened the kiss.
He discarded his clothes quickly and entered her in one swift motion and heard
her gasp and shudder as he urged her to wrap her legs around him. He slid in
and out of her, finding himself building to a climax. He moved faster, kissing
her mouth, kissing her neck until he felt the entire world explode around him
as he dropped off the edge of the precipice.
As
he came back to rational consciousness, he realized what he had done. 'Khushi I
am sorry, I didn't meant to --'
She
touched her lips to his in a gentle kiss. He picked her up in his arms and laid
her gently on the bed.'You have had a long day Khushi. I will draw you a bath.'
A
littler later, Khushi stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a white, terry bath
robe. She realized that Arnav had stepped out of the room. For the first time
since her entry, she observed how beautiful the room was.
A
grand arm chair and ottoman in taupe sat in one corner of the room, flanked by
a tall and elegant floor lamp. Right next to it was a curtained wall in cream,
which probably lead to some sort of balcony.
On the other end of the curtain there was a work desk. But what
dominated the room was a huge king sized bed occupying the centre. It was decorated with several throw pillows
in different shades of blue, maroon and taupe. Two tall lamp shades stood
majestically on either side of the bed. Then she saw the dresser and heat
suffused her body.
The
door opened and Arnav walked in. 'Good, you are done.' There was a box in one
hand and a bag in the other and he walked up to the work table. 'Come here.'
Khushi
walked up to the table and saw that he had brought her a cake which had the
words "sorry". She looked up at him in astonishment.
'I
have been meaning to do this since the day we argued but each night I came
home, you had already slept.This is for smothering you with my highhandedness.'
His
caramel eyes bore into hers.'Khushi, you can have all the space you want ' and
more. I will not interfere in the future. In case I forget -- you have every
right to slap me.'
Khushi
wished the earth would just open up and swallow her as she watched Arnav cut a
piece of cake. 'Arnav I --' He stuffed it into her mouth shutting her up.
'Don't
you want a piece?' She stopped ' --- Oh!
this is probably not sugar free.'
He
pulled her close. 'A little taste is not going to kill me.' He bent his head
and touched his tongue to the side of her lip and licked off a dab of cream.
Just as her heart had begun to flutter, he let go off her disappointing her
immensely.
He
picked up the bag. 'Here is something for you.'
Khushi
looked up in surprise. 'What is this?'
'You
can look for yourself when I quickly grab a shower.' He walked toward the
bathroom.
A
little later Arnav stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only his pajama
bottoms. His heart skipped a beat when he didn't find Khushi in the room. But
then he saw the gap in the curtain. He went up to the door and found Khushi
staring out at the Taj Mahal clad in the night gown he had bought for her at
the hotel boutique. She had the matching robe on. Her long and lustrous hair
hung down her back.
He
switched off the lights in the room and drew the curtains so the moonlight
filtered in brightening the room with its luminance. When he opened the door,
he was hit by a blast of hot air reminding him it was summer.
'Khushi,'
He paused. 'I know you don't wear these kind of --'
He
couldn't finish the sentence when he saw Khushi turn around, undo the belt at
her waist and slide off the robe and drop it on the floor. The wine coloured satin
gown clung to her curves sensuously. The deep V neckline, trimmed with soft
french lace in a flower design, showed off the creamy swells of her breasts to
perfection. The thigh-lengthgown revealed the long expanse of her shapely legs.
Even though he had seen her with nothing a short while ago, he found himself
hardening. He walked up to her.
Khushi
placed both her hands on his abs, tracing the cut of the muscles slowly inching
upward to brush against the hard contours of his chest and shoulders. Arnav
felt a fire start in his body at the first touch of her delicate fingers, but
he had made up his mind to exercise control unlike before. She went on her
tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. The
fire turned into an inferno when he felt her soft satin clad breasts crushed
against his chest as she deepened the kiss. He moved his hand down to her pert
bottom and lower still and lifted her up, urging her to wrap her legs around
his waist. He walked toward the bedroom, one thought reverberating in his mind.
Slow. Slow.
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