Chapter 101
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FINDING KHUSHI
Part 23
Section 5
Arnav looked into Khushi's nervous eyes, and deliberately banked the fire in his. His intention was not to scare her, but to woo her.
The radio sang,
Chatur Sughar Balmaa, Pakadat Ho Baiyya,
Mein To Naveli Naar, Kya Janoo Hit Ki Kaaj Gauvaa...
O Learned & Wise Lover, Why do you take hold of my hand?
I am inexperienced & unaware of how best to proceed in our love affair, whereas you are highly experienced & proficient in such matters. You know ways in which ?our courtship has to be conducted.
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"Khushi...", Arnav stood up and took a step closer to her. Like a frightened rabbit, Khushi jumped down from her perch on the table, and scooted away.
"It..it is time for you to go back to your office, Arnavji...", she reminded him, struggling to keep her voice steady.
Her fingers had a death grip on the magazine that would have prompted it to protest vociferously if it had a tongue.
Tum To maha Gyanaat, pravin...
Sab vidh jaanat ho, pehchaanat ho...
You are very knowledgeable, experienced..
You know all the ways to seduce and lure a maiden...
"It is?", Arnav asked, his husky voice as fascinating to Khushi as a snake was to the mouse it was going to sting, kill, and swallow whole.
He took slow but sure steps towards her. She moved backwards, stopping only when she hit the wall.
"Arnavji...", she breathed, wanting to dissuade him, but not knowing why and how.
Arnav was in no mood to be distracted. He paused only when he was close to her, his face inches from hers, his body separated from hers by a very, very narrow gap.
"Arnavji...", Khushi tried again. "I... I need to go home..."
Mein to apne ghar ki laad ladayi...
Laadlee ko lee jo manaye..
I am the pampered and spoilt princess of my family...
If you wish to have me...
"Why?", he asked softly, his hot breath stinging the soft plumpness of her left cheek.
Khushi shivered. "Sweets...", she gasped, trying hard not to breathe too deeply, lest her chest rub against his.
Kar pyaar saras garwaa lagaye
Tum Chatur Sughar Balmaa...
Win me over me with your love,
Only then may you embrace me,
You Wise and Learned Lover...
"Sweets?", Arnav whispered.
"I... I... have to m..make sweets... with badam..."
"Badam...?", he enquired seductively.
"Kismis..."
"Kissmiss...?", he drawled.
"Haa... an..", she whispered.
"They mean more to you than me?", Arnav asked, rubbing his nose against her cheek.
Khushi shuddered and tried to dig a hole in the wall with her back.
"Can badam do this, Khushi?", Arnav asked. He kissed her cheek, his warm lips moving tenderly on the soft, sensitive skin.
Khushi shut her eyes, unable to bear the acute pleasure. The magazine fell to the floor with a soft plop. Her nails bit into the fabric of her suit at her hips, in a futile attempt to gain control over her own body that had turned traitor.
Her body swayed towards the warmth of his, and his moved closer to hers, swallowing the narrow gap between them.
"Can kissmiss do this, Khushi?", Arnav murmured near the seam of her lips, rubbing his lips against the spot, but making no move towards her lips.
Khushi opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, to take in the naughty look in his eyes and the sinfully tempting lips held close to hers, but not on hers.
Khushi looked into her eyes for a moment, desperate for his kiss.
But he made no movement towards her. He continued to look at her with waiting eyes, tracing the plump lines of her lips and lingering on the rising desire in her eyes.
She parted her lips, hoping that he would understand and comply with her wishes, satisfying this hunger within her that only he could assuage.
But he remained waiting.
At the end of her tether, she lifted her arms and caught hold of his shoulders. She tried to pull him closer, his lips closer to hers.
But he kept away, looking at her, waiting for her to make the next move.
Khushi ran her hands up the breadth of his shoulders, up his neck, and cupped his face.
Arnav smiled at her, loving her need for him, a need she couldn't hide, a need she was too inexperienced to hide.
His smile! His smile was the last straw on this particular camel's back.
Khushi firmed her hands on his cheeks, turned her head, and captured his lips with hers. She surprised the socks off him and herself.
A few minutes later, when Arnav & Khushi surfaced for air, Arnav murmured in her ear, "I need you more than badam & kissmiss do, Khushi..."
Khushi blushed, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"Ganesh.", Anamika's voice was calm, but the man listening to her knew that she was anything but.
"Anamika?" No one could say her name like he did, as though it were an endearment, a mantra, something sacred...
"Gaurav had an accident. He is hospitalised."
There was a moment of silence. Then in a voice that shook, Ganesh asked, "How bad is it?"
She whispered, "He... he was crossing the road. A drunken driver..."
"Which hospital?", he asked frantically.
Anamika gave him the details.
"Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes, Anamika. I will be there.", he promised.
She nodded.
"Are you alone at the hospital?". Concern for her filled his voice.
"Yes.", she said.
"Hold on, Anamika. I will get there in 10.", he swore.
She nodded, knowing that he would get there even if he had to run all the way from his studio to the hospital.
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