~ArSh Married Life~(OPEN FANFIC) CHECK PAGE151:) - Page 81

She closed her eyes softly, feeling the movement of his fingers, slowly wrapping around her petite waist, digging in her skin. For a moment time stopped for them. Her breathes grew sharp, and heavy. His gaze slowly studied the display of emotions over her gorgeous face. His body shifted over hers more. The intimacy, transmuted into irresistible affection. What was that about her that took his breathes away? Why did she have such an electrifying affect over him, that just being this close to her his body skittered in anticipation – an answer to the call of strong interlinked needs and emotions. There was something deep and strong between them, that always whirled his senses to an extent inestimable. A trail of shivers rose – trailing his skin, seeping internal, down every organ of his body. It spread through his veins, a slight effect left where ever it marked through him. It was enthralling, it was unstoppable. Just having her beneath him, at a distance of nothing but inches, her high round breasts pressed against his firm chest, her soft satin abdomen pressed beneath the flat toned abs of his. This was insane, yet the most debilitating effect that blanked him, and left him stunned down to his toes. And she said nothing existed between them?! He knew there was a spark midst them, hell it had become an inferno – strong, hard, and coercive. Just her presence shook him in all the ways possible – effects that he had never witnessed before. How could they be normal like others? He who had been the eternal lover, who had loved Riddhima with all he had, and was sure that he can be no one's but hers, had never felt this strong, and this helpless with Riddhima. What Shilpa did to him was capable of tearing him apart – and he had accepted it! Time was, when she does aswell. And one thing more he was sure of – the past two years, were the answers to his feelings, their relation, and strong and willing as anything, he was adamant to find it out.

She could feel his hot breathes creating a havoc inside her, but she was tied, helpless – she couldn't let loose herself and put him in danger. But controlling herself, in such a situation was beyond her capabilities. It wasn't she wont will to, but her own body, her own heart were two deceivers she couldn't win from. His thumb softly rubbed the tear, rubbing the tip of his thumb over her eyelid, then down the soft length of her cheek, trailing her cheekbone. His thumb rested there for a while, rubbing her rosy soft skin slowly. She didn't have to open her eyes, to feel the goosebumps that stood up over her skin. Her heart was banging against the shield of her body, demanding hugely to explode with the brutal attack of sensation. Craving, waiting, needing him she had cut each moment, since he had lost his memory. But being alone was far better than passing this test of patience, and resistance. She was failing with each passing moment. How could she stop herself when, she had been crying from days to feel his arms, to feel his love, but she had to – how? She had no idea now.

She placed her palms over his hard chest, controlling the urge to spread her fingers over his chest, she pushed him away, with an effort to succeed. Her gaze averted, face wore a bluff.

"Please Armaan, choro mujhe." a slow, weak whisper escaped her lips, after a lot of endeavors. He was pushed back hard, not given the chance to stop her, a request not pleaded but commanded, not letting him answer her back. She wasn't ready for his side of sentences. She quickly stood up, holding the storm of her uneven breathes, without looking back, she paced fast, to run away, from him

For Now atleast!

His frustration grew higher. A dark growl came out of his mouth. She reached the end of hallway, almost running away from him, coming inside her room, she banged the door hard, and slid across trying to control the thudding of her heart.

The door swung abruptly inward, forcing her to jump back to avoid being hit. Armaan filled the doorway, big and muscular and threatening, a dark scowl on his face. His eyes glittered like black ice. He stepped forward and shut the door.

"You shouldn't be here." her eyes searched an escape – from him. Breathes hard, her body shook absorbing his anger, and his dark brows, stern and drawn together, angrier and frustrated he stared at her.

"And are you sure about that?" he spoke dryly, intent gazes interlocked. She took a long breathe, trying to claim calmness, to some extent it did – yet no avail.

"i don't intend to talk to you." she spoke, in pure anger, thrown back at his.

"Damn it Shilpa." his scowl grew darker, stepping closer, his hands reached for her arms, and with a powerful hold, he banged her against the door. She tried to slide sideways, but he placed his hands on her waist caging her.

"For hell's sake, don't bloody move." he said angry, and irritably. "What do you think im gonna do? Throw you down and crawl above you? Will you stop running away from me for a moment?"

Colour rose to her cheeks, burning the surface. No matter what, she could never avoid this rush of sensations in her due to his presence. She had always responded to it, overwhelmingly.

"i was trying to avoid you! Only if you consider noticing." she retorted, the fury in her eyes matched his, but she could only shudder in response of the other emotion they held – intensity.

"Really So? And you succeeded? Dont pretend that you don't care. Im a man to alert not to notice, I feel every little ripple in your body baby, I can feel the response you give to my presence! Care giving explanation for that?" His eyes began to glitter, he looked at her triumphantly.

The color in her cheeks intensified. Only if her wasnt this close, only if she didn't feel his fingers, wrapped around her waist transmitting heat, only if his musky cologne didn't make her senses numb, she could have thrown it back on her face.

"What has happened to you Armaan? What about Riddhima? You love her? Don't you?! What the hell is wrong with you." as much she wanted to shout off her frustration she spoke in a soft voice. Changing the topic was much wiser.

For a moment silence prevailed. Yet it ended as quick as it had taken over. His eyes grew darker, with the slow build of passion, color rose in his high cheekbone, he looked a strong, dark personality, much more dangerous yet captivating. His breathing deepened, and her own breathes were caught, heartbeat erratic. She shouldn't have asked this! His hands slowly, slid up, the side of her bosoms, his fingers pressing into her skin, tantalizing her. He cupped her face in his warm, vital palms, and looked intently in her eyes. "Feel this Shilpa. Feel what you do to me. Do you even have the slightest idea what you do to me? What your presence does to my senses? What affect you have over me? Id loved Riddhima, and I know that very well. Id always thought, she was my love, my life, that I couldn't live without her, but since the day ive gained my conscious back, since ive known about my memory loss, all I care about is you goddammit. I don't feel the same for her. She is no more the woman id been mad about. She doesn't skitter those feelings you stir so violently inside me. She doesnt drives me crazy. You do! I dont know what had happened during these two years, all I know is something did – something between us! You and me. Something took birth, flourished. You drive me insane. Your thoughts, keep me occupied the whole day, and there is nothing I can do to avoid them. Its you goddamit! Not Riddhima. Id never felt this strong for her. Dont you feel whats there between us?" His voice was low, enveloped in desperation. His eyes soulful, and pleading, still the huskiness and faded passion in his voice shook her down to her toes.

For a moment everything halted. She looked into the glimmering countenance of his. The blue glittering emotions, that set her senses on fire. She could see the need, the pain, the love inside them, and there was nothing she could do to stop the explosions inside her ownself.

"Kya hai humaare beech mein Armaan?" she looked deep into his eyes, her eyes glistening with tears, not shed. The vulnerable look in his eyes, impersonated into a passionate, intensified, strong gaze. His raspy jaw set firm, as he tilted his head, and his lips merely an inch away from hers. He spoke over her lips, huskily, with a dark passion hidden in his voice, yet the softness of his heart appealing her. "Feel it Shilpa. Feel what we have." His face arched deeper, and within a moment his lips claimed hers.

His hands closed on her waist, and the feel of her, warm and soft, so vibrant that his palms tingled where he touched her, went to his head like a potent wine. Her hands lifted and flattened against his chest, and a shiver of response rippled his skin. Inexorably, his gaze fastened on her mouth, he drew her closer until her slim body rested against him. He felt her legs tangle with his, her firm breasts push against his hard chest, saw those soft, full lips part as she drew in a startled breath.He lifted her and bent his head, and fed that particular hunger with a wild intensity. Her lips felt like rose petals, too, soft and velvety. He tilted his head deeper and increased the pressure of his mouth, forcing them to open, a flower blooming at his command. Blood thundered through his veins and he pulled her tighter, sliding his arms around her and holding her welded to his body. He felt her shudder, felt the convulsive movement of her hips, arching into him, and fierce male triumph flooded him. Her arms slid upward over his shoulders, to twine around his neck, and her teeth parted to allow him deeper access. A low growl sounded deep in his throat, and he took it, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Her taste was sweet and hot, her tongue curled around his in heated welcome, then she sucked daintily craving to feel his hot mouth, holding him within her mouth. He pushed her backward, forcing her against the locked door. She was banged against it. His body drew closer, slamming himself over hers. Her round high soft breasts pressed against his manly chest. Lifting up, and descending down. Each inch of her body was pressed by his manliness. She was live fire in his arms, not struggling against his kiss, not just accepting it, but responding wildly to his touch. Her lips trembled and clung and caressed. He wanted more, wanted everything. The pressure high and exquisite, whirled their senses. The kiss grew ferocious and ravenous, from simple. It was hard, fierce and demanding. Their tongues tangled together, lips sucked daintily, hardly against the flood of pleasure. She couldnt stop now, fight her inner self, the urge, the crave to be in his arms. Since ages she had been waiting for this one moment, when he would take her in his arms, and now, it became impossible, for her to avoid the storm, the inferno that sensationalized through her, deep inside her. His hands slid down, holding her hips firmly, wrapping his fingers around them, he pushed them up, pushed them inward, pressing her more into his hardness. He had now been fierce with arousal. Their lips thrusted against each other more and more, sucking harder. He could feel the swelling of her breasts against his chest, her bosoms rubbed against him, arousing him, alluring and soaring. He could feel her body, shivering in delight, and this fact fascinated him beyond edges. Armaan kissed her deeply, hungrily, as ravenously as he wished, deliberately leaving her breathless, his lips forcing hers wider. The passionate lock of lips, and emotions was petrified, interfered by the loud thunder of their pagers, echoing in the room. Whether it was the rumbling voice of the pagers, or his division of attention, Shilpa stiffened under his hold, when realization slowly streaked through. Their breathing was heavy, and damp, their eyes averted, and locked back. They were wild, and sore. She broke the contact and ran towards her pager, with a thudding heart, banging against the walls of protection, shouting to explode.

"Emergency." she spoke in a shaky, soft whisper.

"Same ere." his voice was low, dark, and a streaking weakness in it.

They drove in silence. None spoke – it was better if they didnt. Armaan felt different, yet it was hugely satisfying and joyous. She had been taut and trembling with desire, vibrating with it. Her response had broadsided him, knocked him so crazy that he still hadn't recovered. He affected her in the worst of ways, and this mere truth overwhelmed him to no extent. Just a kiss, sweet and spicy at the same time, so hot it had seared him. Her tongue, curling against his in love play. The unreserved sensuality in the way she had sucked on his tongue. The press of her body, eager and instinctive. She wanted it, as fiercely as he wanted her, in that one moment. An impervious smile formed over his lips. A clean play towards victory. In this moment nothing else mattered more – his memory loss, his frustration, confusions, nothing but only her. She was sitting quitely, in effort not to fall. Her palms were damp with perspiration, and trembling badly. She had to have been insane to give in to the craving to kiss him. Now he knew; she couldn't hide it from him any longer. But she had been left with no option. He had made her so vulnerable, so debilitated at that moment, that she was no more in her own senses. she had let him see her weakness, and now he knew that she had feelings for him – not weak, normal and obvious, but strong, wildly abnormal and deep. And there was noway, he would let it go so easily now.

As soon as they reached the hospital, and even before the car had come to a halt, she opened the door, and literally ran inside – escaping from him. He smiled genuinely, satisfactory, joyous smile, and his dimples set right. "And now il get it all out of you miss i-dont-care."

As soon they got freed from the emergency case, Shilpa stopped across the maternity ward, and watched her patient being taken to the general room now. She had been her patient, and she and Armaan had tagged very well along her. She remember her and her husband giving tips to Shilpa and Armaan for their marriage, and on their insistence theyd also attended armaan and her marriage. She had delivered a cute baby girl, and Shilpa was overwhelmed to see them happy. She moved forward, communicating with the nurse when Armaan entered the room.

"Arey Armaan." The husband of the patient, moved forward, and hugged him, leaving him slightly confused.

"Kaise ho? Aur kahaan the? Aur Shilpa kahaan hai? Hum tum dono ko kabse dhoondrahe the?" his face shined with the happiness that had stepped into his life, but before Armaan could say, his wife interupted, "Haan Shilpa kahaan hai? Usne toh kaha tha ke hamaari beti ka naam wohi rakhegi. Sach mein after knowing about the complications, agar tum dono nai hote to pata nai humein itni himmat kahaan se milti. You are a very lucky man, ke shilpa tumhaari wife hai." Armaan stood frozen at his spot as the words registered in his mind. It was a huge electrifying jolt that hit him suddenly, and he was shaken to the root.

"Hmm you are really lucky dude. Uska humesha khayal rakhna. She loves you a lot. And humein abhi tak tum dono ki shaadi ki snaps nai mili, kab dikhaarahe ho?" Armaan's eyes widened, while his heart thudded inside him. Shilpa was his wife! How should he react to that? How? When? Why didnt she tell him? A turmoil of emotions surpassed him, streaked though his senses. He was so numb, that he had almost got unconscious in that moment. He felt his heart swelling with the unbearable happiness. She was HIS WIFE. A slow, smile crept over his lips, and his eyes glistened with tears. He was excused by the nurse, and he dazedly replied to the couple, "Il just be back."

"Hey" Shilpa arrived shortly, and hugged the lady.

"Your daughter is beautiful." she complimented, while the duo smiled.

" pata hai, armaan ko bhi ek beti chaahiye bilkul aisi hi." a tear formed in her eye, when she reminisced their moments, and how he had told her dreamily about his baby girl.

"Armaan aur tum ek saath kitne achhe lagte ho. And hello humein tumhaari shaadi ki photos kab milrahi hain?"

"Oh so sorry. Who hum honeymoon pe itni jaldi chale gaye aur waapis aakar itna busy the, main tum logon ko kal hi laakar dikhaungi." Shilpa smiled, though it faded when the heart wrenching memory of the accident swept back..

Armaan stood against the door, rooted, numb, and shaken dizzily. He had no idea how to react. Should he be elated, or confused? What had happened in the last two years? Compling his thoughts he stood there, when suddenly their moment in her room flashed back.. His lips curved into a smile. Slowly his eyes lifted, as his gaze locked on hers. She was smiling, and looking so beautiful – like an angel, his angel. He spoke the words,with utter intensity, and happiness. "Shilpa.Armaan.Malik." his smile grew wider, "My Wife!"

id actually wanted to continue it, but being me i dont think il or maybe i do, anyway of anyone wants to continue then duh go ahead, im not trustful in that matter, lazy with my updates. um i wanted something like Armaan getting the truth out of Shilpa. Not telling her, not making it obvious, not showing her that he has the slightest of idea about her being his wife, yet compelling her to accept him and them. yaa somethng like that. ehh so please do continue wd dat idea um only if you want to :D