Chapter 7
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Part 2: Day 12
Section 3
Khushi slowly looked around.
Amma, Babuji, & Buaji were looking at her with expectant eyes.
She turned her eyes to her contract husband. He was waiting, his naughty eyes twinkling.
"He Devi Maiyya!" Khushi whispered.
Arnav smiled.
Khushi moved slowly towards the object of her distress, clutching the bottle of oil in her hand.
The doorbell rang.
All looked towards the door. Khushi's breath left her in a rush of relief. Saved by the bell for a few minutes!, she thought.
"Thehro, Nandkisore! Hum aavat he!" Buaji grumbled goodnaturedly as she went to open the door.
Vimla Chachi stood beaming at the door, big with news about their neighbours.
Amma whispered to Khushi & Arnav, "Both of you go to your bedroom and do the maalish. Khussi, massage Damadji's head too. It will give him a lot of relief. Bitwaa, take off your shirt. Otherwise, the oil will stain it."
Khushi felt her heart stop. She stared at her mother with impossibly huge eyes, feeling a constriction in her chest.
Arnav coughed slightly to stop the laughter bubbling inside his chest at the look on Khushi's face.
Buaji was leading Vimla Chachi in.
Arnav said suggestively, "Khushi, aren't you going to take me to your bedroom?"
Khushi looked at the evil smirk on his face & vowed revenge even if it killed her.
"Khussi, go, go." Amma exhorted her.
Khushi looked heavenwards for a moment, promising Devi Maiyya an earful as soon as she had dealt with the pest of a Raizada sitting in front of her. She then marched towards her bedroom, bottle in hand.
Arnav followed her gleefully.
Khushi walked in to her bedroom, pouting. Fate was conspiring against her.
Arnav took the precaution of locking the door after him. The last thing he wanted was Vimla Chachi exclaiming over the rope cuts on his arms or his leanness... He quickly unbuttoned his waistcoat & his shirt.
Khushi placed the bottle of oil on her table by Devi Maiyya'a idol, and pulled out the chair for him.
"Aap yahan baitiyee!" she muttered.
A shirtless Arnav slid into the chair. Khushi gasped.
"Aap... aap... what... why...?" poor Khushi gasped, her eyes lingering on his shoulders and his back covered only by a silky, golden wheat-coloured skin, its smooth look tempting her hands to wander over them at will.
Arnav turned his head to look at her. "Sunna nahi Amma kya keh rahi thi? The oil will stain my shirt!" He tried to look as innocent as an Adonis with naughty intentions and dressed solely in a pair of black trousers could look.
Khushi shut her eyes for a moment, drawing in a vast amount of air into her starved lungs.
Arnav smiled. He could see her & himself in the mirror on the wardrobe.
Khushi opened her eyes. Arnav quickly wiped off the smile from his face.
Khushi moved a step closer to the chair to stand at his back. The bottle was on the table. As she leaned forward to take it, her unbound hair touched his bare shoulder.
Arnav shuddered.
"Are you feeling cold?" Khushi frowned. It was a warm day.
"No. Very hot." Arnav replied, tongue-in-cheek.
Khushi frowned at him, not comprehending his meaning. She poured a little oil in her left palm, and leaned forward to place the bottle on the table, her arm grazing his shoulder.
Arnav drew in a sharp breath.
"It won't hurt." Khushi said, frowning at the back of his head. Why was he scared of the oil?
She needed to get his head tilted at an angle to massage his forehead. Khushi swallowed through a dry throat. She touched his thick, dark hair with slightly trembling fingers and pulled his head back to rest against her bosom. Khushi felt breathless at the press of his head against her softness. His hair was so soft, so silky, so unruly, the strands clinging to her fingers as though begging her not to take her hand off his dark locks.
Arnav shut his eyes, holding his breath, waiting for more.
Slowly, with shaking fingers, Khushi managed to spread the oil on his frowning forehead, sharp nose, lean cheeks, and clenched jaw. From his chin, her fingers smoothed oil down his neck. The muscles of his throat worked as he tried to control himself from pulling her into his lap and kissing her senseless. His hands clutched the arms of her chair, threatening to crush the wood with his strong grasp.
Arnav lifted his lashes to look at her disconcerted face, a blush staining her plump cheeks as she grappled with the sense of having him at her mercy and the freedom of touching him where she willed, as long as she wanted...
There was perfect silence in the room. The air seemed so thick that Khushi & Arnav could not draw breath. Khushi lifted her head to see him in the mirror, his eyes burning as they ran over her.
Desire that had been suppressed for too long and love that had been silenced for too long made their presence felt.
Khushi averted her eyes and focused on the work at hand. Arnav continued to devour her with his molten chocolate eyes.
She moved both hands to his forehead, and with deft, slick fingers, began to press and rub the knotted nerves, soothing them. She rubbed the frown lines away, rubbed the area between his brows firmly, pressed the bridge of his nose with her thumbs, and kneaded the pain out of his cheekbones and jaw.
Arnav fell back further against her, cushioning his head against her softness, her touch taking him to a pain-free and dream-filled world. Her warm fingers moved down to his throat. Arnav swallowed, feeling her hesitation.
He sat waiting, silent, trying very hard to regulate his breathing. Khushi looked down at his bare chest and washboard stomach, and hyperventilated. Why did he have to remove his clothes?
Khushi slowly pushed his head away from her bosom. Her fingers kneaded his nape. Arnav moaned in relief.
"Khushi' my shoulders too." he said, his husky voice sending the butterflies in her tummy dancing wildly.
Khushi leaned forward to take the bottle of oil, holding on to one bare shoulder for purchase. Arnav shut his eyes in pleasure, loving the bite of her nails on his muscles.
Khushi warmed the oil by rubbing her palms together, and applied it on his shoulders, his muscles rippling as she caressed them. Arnav watched her closely with rapt eyes as she massaged his aching body. Khushi looked up, and seeing his predatory eyes on her, felt her hand slip from the shoulder she had been working on to slide down his arm.
Khushi quickly lifted her hands off his shoulders. And looked at him. Whatever it was that she saw in his eyes, it made her tuck her loose strand of hair behind her right ear, totally uncaring of the fact that her fingers were leaving traces of oil on her face. Arnav felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He smiled at her through the mirror.
Khushi grabbed the bottle of oil as though it were a talisman to protect her from the smirking Shaitan. It was time to leave the room. Staying in the same room as a smiling Arnav Singh Raizada was hazardous to the health of her heart.
"Aren't you going to massage my head, Khushi?" the devil asked. "Should I ask your Amma to do it?"
Khushi clenched her jaw and grit her teeth. If this was the way things went on, by the time the twelve days were over, she would have only stubs where her teeth were supposed to be, she thought. His head! There were many things she wanted to do to his head. And massaging it was not one of them, she fumed.
She glared at Devi Maiyya who was watching the proceedings with benevolent eyes, and poured oil on her palm. Arnav bit down his laughter.
Khushi pushed her oily fingers into his thick hair and began massaging his scalp. Arnav's aahs and oohs were the only sounds in the room, if one discounted the dhak dhak of their hearts and their rapid breathing.
"You hands, Khushi... They feel so good..." Arnav's soft words sent a tingle down her spine.
Khushi gulped. She finished the massage as soon as humanly possible, heaving a sigh of relief as she walked around him to screw the cap tightly on the bottle.
The next thing she knew, she was sitting on Arnav Singh Raizada's lap, her hands clutching his oily shoulders for support. His bare, oily shoulders for support. His arms were around her waist, holding her close to his chest. His shirtless, warm chest...
Khushi squirmed, trying to free herself of his hold. He tightened his arms.
"Kya kar rahe he aap? Chodiye hamein..." Khushi tried to protest.
Arnav cradled her in his arms, and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you, Khushi." he murmured against her skin.
Khushi sat still on his lap, shocked at the kiss and his gratitude.
Arnav bent to kiss her cheek. "Your hands are so soft..." he whispered, his lips moving against her skin. Khushi felt her heart beat louder than a drum, faster than a speeding train.
He rubbed his nose against hers, transfering oil to her face. "Your fingers have magic in them..."
Khushi stared at him, unblinking, panting for breath.
Arnav stared at her parted lips for a fraction of a second. In keeping with his new resolution of showing her his love as and when he felt it, he swooped down and kissed her lips.
A while later, he lifted his face off hers. Her eyes were dazed, and her fingers were in his hair, clutching the locks as though they were a lifeline.
Arnav stood up, Khushi in his arms, and walked to her bed. He laid her on it and got in beside her, almost crushing her with his body. Khushi put her arms around him, enjoying his weight against her. He rained kisses on her face, taking his time to worship her with his lips, moving closer and closer to her lips, but not touching them. He kept her wanting so long, he kept her so needy that, finally in desperation, Khushi clutched the back of his head and pulled him closer so that their lips could touch.
He brushed her lips softly with his, teasing her, taking his lips away from hers. Khushi was in no mood to be teased. Khushi pulled at his shoulders, and dragged him closer.
Amma knocked on the door. "Khussi, Vimala has gone. How is Damadji's headache now?"
Khushi woke up from the dream he had lulled her into, and scrambled off the bed.
"I am much better, Amma." Arnav laughed. "My headache is gone."
Khushi looked at his laughing visage with feverish eyes. His headache was gone, but hers was just beginning!
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