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FINDING KHUSHI
Part 45
Section 2
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Arnav rested his head on Khushi's pillow and looked at her.
Khushi gazed back at him, her eyes shy, uncertain, slightly apprehensive.
"So finally I have you where I want you, Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada." Arnav said, satisfaction oozing from his words. He turned on his side to lie facing her.
"Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada?" Khushi asked, savouring the name as though it were a jalebi.
"Hhmmm..." Arnav confirmed, a small smile on his face as his eyes ran over her face with covetous eyes.
"Khushi Laad Governor... Khushi Rakshas... Khushi What the!" Khushi chuckled, her funny bone tickled by the thought.
Arnav looked at her laughing face, and the next thing she knew was the hard pressure of his lips against her surprised ones, stealing the laugh away from them.
There was silence in the room, except for the soft moan that left her as he lifted his lips off hers reluctantly, rubbing his hungry lips against her plump ones again & again to ease the agony of his withdrawal.
Finally, she lay, weak, quiescent against her pillow, gazing up at his intent face and burning eyes. Her fingers clutched the soft silk of his sherwani, desperate for succor from the burn within her.
Silently, as though in time to a melody only they could hear, Arnav slipped her maang tikka off her forehead. His gentle fingers slipped her earrings off her ears, lightly grazing her lobes and the sensitive skin behind her ears.
Khushi shuddered. Arnav drew in a deep breath.
He removed her nath, and placed the earrings, maang tikka, & the nath on the small bedside table. He removed her bangles one by one, dropping kisses on the peacock bangles that his mother had left for her.
Once he had freed her hands, he caught her left hand in his and dropped a kiss on the palm. She shivered and curled her fingers in to the palm. Arnav kissed each finger, gently nibbling on the mounts on her palm.
Khushi whimpered, "A..arnavji..."
"Hhmmm?" he asked, his lips travelling to her wrist. His tongue gently lapped at the soft skin there, tasting her to his satisfaction.
Khushi shuddered violently, almost pulling her wrist away, unable to take the sensory overload.
"Kya hua, Khushi?" the devil asked, all concern, his innocent voice in contrast to the devilish burn in his eyes.
Khushi swallowed, her mouth dry, unable to tell him the side effects of his love, the debilitating effect his touch had on her. Her heart was racing like a galloping stallion, her breath came in choppy waves, her body seemed to be suffering from a hot flush, and her limbs were trembling. How could she tell him kya hua?
His fingers made their insidious way to the creamy curve of her waist, adorned by a thin gold waist chain that lovingly clung to the dip. Khushi squirmed at the intimate touch, but Arnav gentled her with a soft kiss on her forehead. He rubbed his nose against hers, distracting her while his fingers unclasped the chain and flung it on to the side table.
His fingers travelled up her arms, one after the other, to free them of the armlets. He then helped her to sit up, and kneeled behind her. He removed the dupatta and flung it aside. His eyes fell on the golden expanse of her back, revealed by a choli that stayed in place on the strength of two pairs of doris, one at the neck and the other at her waist. He blew against the exposed skin, his hot breath burning her like a brand. Khushi jerked.
"Kya hua, Khushi?" he murmured in her ear.
Khushi clutched her fingers together in her lap. She was beyond finding a reply to his question. She turned her head to look in to his hot eyes that seemed to beckon her, seemed to invite her to throw away her inhibitions and join him in the conflagration. Khushi lowered her eyes to her hands in her lap.
Arnav undid the necklace, and the heavy piece slid down her chest to fall in the cradle of her lap. Khushi placed it on the table, her hand unsteady.
He then freed her hair to lie in a river down her back, rubbing the dark silk between his fingers. He bent his head and kissed her neck, savouring the jasmine scent of her skin and its seductive taste. Khushi jerked and fell back against him, a gasp escaping her lips.
"Kya hua, Khushi?" Arnav breathed into her ear. Khushi shivered violently.
He gathered the sweet weight of her hair and pushed it over her right shoulder to fall against her bosom. His fingers trailed across the bare skin of her back and touched the knot of the dori at her neck.
"Ar... rnavji..." Khushi moaned.
"Khushi...?" he asked, gently tugging the dori open. The neck of her choli loosened. Arnav traced a sensual pattern on the golden skin of her nape. Khushi turned and threw herself against him, her arms around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Her lustrous hair flew in the air and fell down her back, covering the tempting skin. Her breath fell hot and furious against the tense muscles of his throat.
Arnav slid his hand under her hair, and fingered the second dori. Khushi curled closer to him, pressing herself as close as she could to the hard planes of his chest. He tugged the second dori open.
In desperation, Khushi bit his neck, her fine teeth sinking into the hard muscles. Arnav trembled at the sensation.
He raised his unsteady hand to slide the sleeve of her choli down her arm. Khushi's fingers clutched the neck of his sherwani and tugged. She buried her face against his bare skin, breathing in his masculine scent.
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