Chapter 67
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OS 2: Finding Khushi
Section 5
As his lips were about to touch hers, Khushi turned her head away, bashful, scared of his pull, the power of her longing for him...
Arnav smiled, his predatory eyes softening at her uncertainty.
Arnav twisted his body so that Khushi was flat on the bed, trapped under him.
"Now what will you do, Khushi Kumari Gupta?", he asked in his husky voice.
Khushi breathed shallowly, panting as her eyes rested on his smiling visage and intent eyes.
"This...", she murmured, as she proceeded to tickle him.
Her hands were everywhere. Running over his neck, trailing over his chest, tickling his ribs and his washboard stomach...
Arnav burst out laughing. Khushi chuckled to see him squirm, unable to bear the torture of her fingers. Arnav tried to duck, to move away, but she was determined to bring him to his knees.
She wrestled him to the bed, and pinning him down with her body weight, tried to make him admit his defeat at her hands. Her silky hair fell over his face, clouding his vision and caressing his rough cheeks marked by bristly stubble.
But Arnav was made of sterner stuff. And he was not her Jiji.
He locked her lower limbs with his in a wrestling move, and turned her along with him, lying over her. He laughed into her face, chuckling at her chagrin.
The laughter slowly vanished from his face as he gazed at her petal soft rosy lips and beautiful eyes. His eyes lost their playfulness, and Khushi could feel the heat growing in his gaze. Not taking his eyes from her, Arnav caught her arms one after the other with one of his and raised them above her head, curling her fingers around the small, thin wooden railings on the headboard.
He trailed his fingers down her arm, caressing the sensitive skin of her inner arms with loving, knowing fingers, his eyes still holding hers captive.
Khushi gasped at the sensation, her mouth parting in shock. How could such a simple touch make her so weak, so needy, so... so...
Arnav swooped down, capturing her lips with his. He tasted the softness of her lips and their addictive sweetness, making the most of the opportunity that had fallen to them to share a few moments in privacy without any of their family members summoning them.
Time lost all meaning as he made a thorough exploration of her sweet mouth. As he withdrew his lips reluctantly from hers, both of them were panting, gasping for breath.
She was totally lost, buffeted by waves of such sensations that she had never experienced before, unaware of who she was, where she was... She saw only him, his face as he gazed down at her, its stern lines tightening in his attempt to find self-control.
Arnav could feel himself trembling as he tried to grasp at the threads of his fleeing self-control and his rapidly vanishing determination to keep her safe from his overwhelming need for her till she was safely married to him. His family... her family... the trust they had placed in him... He couldn't break it. And Khushi... She didn't have an ounce of self preservation in her. He had to look after her interests.
He tried to lift himself off her, in an attempt to remove temptation from his sight and touch.
Khushi caught his shoulders and tried to pull himcloser.
He tried to move away.
She pouted, and tried to lift herself closer to him.
With a super human effort that almost unmanned him, he freed himself from her eager arms, and leaped off the bed.
"Arnavji..!", Khushi complained.
Arnav swallowed. Hard.
"Khushi... We need to leave for Delhi now. It will be very late otherwise." He tried to keep his voice toneless, but failed. Only he knew the meaning of the word 'late' in his statement. It did not mean a dark night.
Khushi sat up, parting her lips to persuade him to delay their journey.
Before she could speak, Arnav butted in, "My shirt... Khushi, it must have dried by now..."
Khushi pursed her lips disapprovingly, crawled off the bed, and flounced out of the room to get his shirt.
An hour later, the house was clean and the doors locked.
Arnav helped Khushi into the front seat of his car, and proceeded to make his way away from the house.
As they left, Khushi turned to take one last look at the beloved old building that had sheltered her for the past 10 years. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Let's come back for a visit... after our wedding.", said Arnav softly, taking hold of her hand as he drove through the comparatively less crowded lane leading to the Main Road.
Khushi nodded, trying not to let the tears fall.
"Then you can take me to your school...", he suggested.
Khushi smiled widely through her tears. "My biology teacher will ask you how you put up with me!"
"I will tell her that I can't do without you.", he smiled, pressing her fingers. Khushi blushed.
"She will faint, pukka!", she mumbled.
Arnav smiled. "And we can go to the thandai shop, the kirana store, the channawala, and visit all your friends..." It was a relief to think about Lucknow without seeing Sheesh Mahal in his mind's eye, without feeling a cruel hand close around his heart, without feeling that his head would burst with a replay of terrible scenes from the past...
Khushi looked at his relaxed visage, and hesitated.
Arnav looked at her, an eyebrow raised in question.
"Arnavji... you didn't mind coming to Lucknow for me?" Her voice was low. So low that Arnav had to cock his ears to hear her question.
"Mind?", he asked.
"With your past..", she paused.
Arnav smiled. "No."
Khushi sighed in relief.
Arnav slammed on the brakes, and lifted her hand to his lips for a loving kiss. "You have freed me, Khushi. The past no longer hurts. We can come to Lucknow as many times as you want to, every year. And maybe one day, Nani, Di, Akash,Mami, Mamaji, Payal, you, me, we can all visit Sheesh Mahal together."
Khushi looked at him, amazed at the change in him.
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