Series of FF's on Arnav & Khushi : updated pg 165 - Page 72

the heart is pining...the eyes are shining...the mind is whining :) all tarsoing for your udpateee...

Loved it i have to read every chapter :D

and as I always say - BAAKI BAAD MEIN 😉

Originally posted by: Priya_128

the heart is pining...the eyes are shining...the mind is whining :) all tarsoing for your udpateee...

prettty pleaseee ? :)

ha ha ha

sorry guys ... but this laughing and non screaming arnie is not doing anything to me!!!!!

i need him to shout and grab and hurt, then i write!!!!

but seriously, have been really really busy, hence the delay in updating ... insha allaha you shall see something tonight!!!

but don't hold me to it!! 😭

RC if you miss ASR please watch some old epi 😉😆

but please update 😭

i think they will fall sick for being in cold water

ayyo..Chick

so true...

i need the passion... on the screen...i hope i see that on sunday..and then perhaps..the creative juices..will flow... (pun intended 😛)

Yeh lo, my lovelies ... and for all those who are underage please do not read beyond the first few paras ...

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The chilled water hit his taut body the second he sliced into the pool after her. She had gone down completely when he reached out and caught her hand in his steely grip pulling her up towards him. They were still underwater when he brought her close to his own body and held her by her waist against him, as he pushed them both up towards the surface. The coldness of the water making him numb, but his only thought to get her out of there.

Khushi surfaced spluttering and gasping for breath as she clung on to his shoulders, still panicking at feeling no ground beneath her feet. The cold night air seeped into their drenched bodies, and Khushi, her teeth chattering, moved closer hanging onto his safe arms as he swam towards the edge of the pool, with her in tow.

Hoisting her up by the waist, he sat her down on the edge of the pool, and with one fluid movement jumped out himself beside her.

'Tum theek ho,' he questioned gently, as he knelt on one leg beside her, watching her nod and shiver all together. He stood immediately; his first thought to get her inside the house and warmed before she caught a chill in that flimsy kurta that was now clinging to her in all the right places. Shaking the thought roughly out of his mind, he held out his hand, and sighed gratefully when she did not decline his help.

Khushi took the support of his outstretched hand to stand on her now quivering legs. The shock combined with the cold was now making her unstable, and she again clutched at his open shirtfronts to steady herself. She noticed that the shirt was completely plastered to his chest, his muscles visible under the now transparent fabric. Since he had left it unbuttoned during their last argument, Khushi saw her hands leave his shirt front and move to touch the exposed skin that fascinated her.

Arnav drew in a sharp breath, as her cold hand came in contact with his … equally cold flesh, he thought suddenly. He had to get them inside immediately, he realized. Picking her up suddenly and flinging her on one shoulder in a fireman's lift he strode towards his room, ignoring her gasps coming from behind his back.

Once inside, he carried her straight to the bathroom and setting her down on the cool tiled floor. He saw that she was standing still with a glazed look, hair all straggly and framing her pale face; the shock of the entire incident obviously taking over her. With a muffled curse, he reached out started peeling off her wet clothes gently one by one. Arnav suddenly smiled when he reached the lacy and now transparent lingerie. A welcome change, he thought sardonically, remembering the functional white cottons he had encountered on their wedding night. Well, her new friends had certainly helped her more than he gave them credit for!

The chill seemed to seep into her as she now broke out in severe shivers, her teeth chattering, and legs giving way. Suddenly he picked her up and carried her to the shower. With urgent hands, he pulled off the rest of her garments and pushing the knob of the shower and adjusted the water till the hot water tumbled over her neck and back, reviving her lassitude. She looked up and watched his drenched masculine body as admiration flooded her and she felt another clench.

Arnav watched painfully as his naked wife stood in the shower looking at him like she wanted to devour him. He felt a tingling rush of blood engorge him at the thought of being inside her. She shuddered under his penetrating gaze.

As if drugged, Khushi moaned and reached out to drag a perfect glossy polished fingernail over his chest. That was all the encouragement he needed and looking at her now a rush of possessiveness overtook him, and he slammed her up against the shower wall, covering her with his body.

Her frantic fingers removed his shirt, moving instinctively towards the buttons of his trousers. Once they had the barriers of their clothes removed he lifted her off her feet, bracing her with his arms, as he pushed himself into her, claiming her.

Hot water pounded his back as he pumped her up and down, their bodies slipping, him full and slick inside her. He couldn't leave her with one doubt as to whose she was; every stroke to remind her. Her feet knocked a staccato on his back, her back pressed against the tile

Her voice came out in gasps. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Un-gh."

He growled as he watched as she once again reached the culmination of her frenzy. Elation poured over him. He made her feel like that. He did that to her.

Her head fell back on the tile wall and he kissed the hollow of her neck. He gave her one more thrust and lay his head on her chest.

He didn't know what to say. That he loved her? That he wanted her forever? That was his problem. He never knew what to say. He kissed the underside of her ear and traced his tongue around its curves.

"Do you want to stop?" he whispered instead … Well, that didn't come out right either.

She was speechless, as she shut her eyes in embarrassment, thinking of her crazed wanton behaviour once again. What was it with her, when she came close to him? Was it her intense love that made her loose all rationality?

He let her legs down slowly, one at a time ... Bed ... They owned a king sized bed which they never seemed to use, and he wanted her on it. Showers were fun for thrills but he wanted her close to him tonight.

The water was now getting cool so he turned the knob. He lathered up some

soap filling the steamed shower with its bright citrus smell and gave her a once over, nibbling her ears and lips as he washed her down.

As his fingers spread the lather all over her, she moaned and moved towards him. Water ran down his handsome face as he shook his head under the stream. Turning the water off he then grabbed the towel off the rack. It was thick, soft and he wrapped it around her as he rubbed her dry.

Kneeling, he appreciated how her legs tapered down into trim ankles and pale pink toenails. He gently lifted her foot, drew a toe into his mouth and sucked. She clutched his shoulders as a fresh rush of feelings was drowning her once again. Stopping when he saw she might topple over, he stood up to dry himself. She watched him, stealing covert glances under her eyelashes. She loved what she saw. Sensing her watching him he looked at her questioningly, as if expecting her to run out.

She realized that she should. But she didn't want to. The urge to flee was almost as strong as the anticipation of staying. As another gush of emotion swept over her at his look, he watched in satisfaction as she clutched the sink for support. He felt pride in making her want him.

His warm, palm found the small of her back and pushed her into their dimly lit bedroom.