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The moment Khushi felt Arnav enclose her little hands in his big ones, Khushi snatched her hands away in panic, causing Arnav to cock his left eyebrow in amusement. Khushi knew that if she stuck around Arnav any longer, then he would surely see the very thing that she was trying to hide. So she decided to make a run for it.

As she made to swiftly walk away from him, she felt a tug on her duppata. Slowly her eyes followed the length of her emerald duppata only to find Arnav holding the other end, whilst smirking mischievously. The feathery feel of her duppata sliding off her neck made her look away.

Turning her back on Arnav due to her nerves, Khushi lifted her hand to indicate for Arnav to return her dupatta. She stopped mid way however, noticing the patterns on her palms. She instantly dropped her hand back to her side.

For a moment, Arnav had forgotten the game he was to start with Khushi of refusing to give back her dupatta. When Khushi's bare back came into his view, it made him powerless.

A thin line tying a knot at the top of her back with two strings teasingly dangling down her smooth spine ignited a burning desire within Arnav to remove anything that was invading his right of touching her. On an accord of their own, his legs began moving forward towards her delicate frame. How he urged to caress that silky back of hers, untie the dori that was doing his job of protecting her modesty and preventing him of access to more. He slowly walked forward mesmerised by the sight of Khushi. He didn't even notice when the lace material slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor.

Khushi could feel Arnav inching closer, and just wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible. She suddenly felt familiar fingertips sliding over her bare abdomen causing her heart to skip a beat. When her heartbeats began regaining their rhythm, and that too a rapid one, Khushi closed her eyes as Arnav gripped onto her waist tightly from behind, pushing her back closer into himself.

He could sense the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Arnav dropped his head in frustration on her bare shoulder, as he knew he would have to control himself for just a little while longer. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" His ragged voice whispered into Khushi's ear tempting her to respond. He enclosed her between his muscular arms, feeling content to have her so close. He was quickly losing his calm however as he moved his face slowly against hers from the side. It was the smell of her beautiful hair that was his undoing. Why did she have to smell so good? Khushi wondered the same thing about him. There was not a single flaw in her soon to be husband. He was Arnav Singh Raizada. His voice, his touch, his mere presence made her forget all else. She was beginning to fall weak with his light caresses.

Arnav's slow nuzzling movement on Khushi's neck was just making him feel more teased by the stunning woman in his arms. He moved his hands slowly down her arms placing them around her fists and turned her around to face him. He wanted to see her. He needed to see her.

Khushi had surrendered unknowingly and as Arnav loosened her clenched palms, her eyes began to flutter open. He filled the gaps between her fingers with his own and pulled her closer. Their gazes met and all Arnav could see was the heat and immense shade of pink their closeness had caused upon Khushi's cheeks. He let go of one hand and slowly caressed her cheek, before stroking his thumb down to her lips. As he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, a small moan escaped from Khushi. Judging from what was happening, and what Khushi now wanted, she thought maybe Arnav seeing the designs on her palms wouldn't be such a bad idea...

No. She couldn't melt. Not right now. Not yet anyway. Although she was sure Arnav was as lost in the moment as her, she did not want to risk breaking his trance with the state of her hands, so she slowly released her hand out of Arnav's grasp, and allowed his other to remain on her face. So not to give Arnav any inclination of her sudden antics, she slowly placed both hands upon Arnav's chest. "Not yet Arnav". She whispered lovingly, looking into his burning eyes. All she could read was desire. He hungered for her, and she could not deny that. Khushi looked away, as she had only just mustered the courage to break free from her own daze, and she could not loose herself once again.

Arnav's free hand instantly found its way to Khushi's bare back. Khushi felt a new tingling sensation shake right through her body as she felt Arnav's intent hand slowly feeeling its way over her exposed skin as he moved his head closer down towards her ear. Ignoring her plea, Arnav's other hand travelled around her waist, to the lower half of her back, and rested there as he leaned towards her closer still. He placed soft kisses below her ear, trailing lower to her neck. The pleasurable feeling of her warm skin was driving him wild, and he wanted to savour the taste and feel of her as much as he wished to ravish her just then too.

He made his way back up to her forehead and dropped a final small kiss. With his head bowing down he scanned her face, and let his eyes fall lower, allowing him to sneak a glimpse of Khushi's peaking cleavage. There was no way he gave a damn now. That was it, he tugged back her head and laid open-mouthed kisses upon her mouth, quickly trailing lower to her collar bone, aggressively pressing her flesh with his lips and sucking the taste of her body a while longer at her nape. His fingers unconsciously made their way to her dori as he lifted her and shoved her against the closest wall. He ran his hands along her bare arms, kissing her more passionately as he could feel the response Khushi was now returning with no reluctance. These kisses were nothing like the soft ones Khushi had received from Arnav before. These kisses were the consequence of what Khushi had allowed Arnav to see. She was now at mercy to him. There was no way she could help what she had started. Arnav continued deepening the kiss, drawing throaty moans in between as he enjoyed the flavours of his bride. If tiny exposures of her body could provoke him to such an extent, Khushi couldn't help but wonder what the images on her hands would lead Arnav to do.

"Khushi!" came a voice from not so far away. Khushi's hands stopped their eager movements in Arnav's hair, and she looked around frantically for the person the voice belonged to. Nani ji had told her that the girls would be on their way to her shortly, how could she have so stupidly forgotten?

Arnav lifted his head lazily from Khushi's lips. At that moment, he really did not care about anyone seeing them and certainly not about being caught. What mattered right then was his need for Khushi. Their need for each other, and he had no intention of stopping what they had started.

"Arnav chodiye, Payal jiji mujhe dhoondte hue andar aa jayegi" she tried to reason with him.
"To aane do Khushi" Arnav answered between hungry wet kisses. "Mujhe koi faraq nahi padta". His kisses became more urgent as he feared her getting away.

Khushi's eyes grew larger than she thought was physically possible. She lightly slapped Arnav on the shoulder and struggled to push him off. He just wouldn't budge. "Eh lo. Inhe to sach me koi faraq nahi padta".

When Khushi felt her blouse loosen, she knew she had to stop Arnav before... before they did the thing they could not do before they were getting married! She tried to push him away but he firmly grabbed hold of both her hands.

It was then he noticed interesting patterns etched on the side of her arms. They were somewhat covered by her bangles towards her wrists and upper arms. He was curious to get a better view of what he felt may have been a figment of his imagination. When he outstretched her palms however Arnav was unsure how to react to the open invitation.

Meanwhile a shocked Khushi looked on as Arnav slowly stroking her skin, tracing the drawings he saw. The soft movement changed to a slow rubbing as Arnav remembered Khushi's initial hesitation of showing him her hands . He could picture exactly what sort of 'position' he would have taken her down in had he seen this earlier. As he took in the images now, Arnav couldn't have felt more erotically charged and wanted to lift his bride onto his bed and have his way with her.

It was then, that Khushi hastily removed her hands from his grasp and made a run for it, making Arnav smirk slightly.

Arnav watched Khushi's seductively dishevelled figure flutter out of his sight. His ravenous heart pinched with hunger, he was ready to take her right there and then. Although he now realised that would not have been the right thing to do, he couldn't help what he felt, especially as he was missing the feeling of her soft skin already. He craved her so outrageously.

But he would be more than happy to test each of them, every single one of them, all of those positions with Khushi. But before that could happen... he would have to wait... just a little longer.