FF- Strings, Tying us Together Parts #1-10 - Page 10

Originally posted by: soho19

You HAVE to keep going. It's a wonderful idea, and I'm impatient!

Khushi watches her and scolds herself about almost telling her about exactly why Arnav was attending the pooja. She did not want the world to know about the deal she had stuck with Aranv to make him come to the pooja, but the deal had ensured that Arnav come to every pooja held in the Raizada house which made Khushi happy. She grabs the set and opens it up to see a pink set to match her pinkish- red saree with white mixed in. It was beautiful since Arnav had gotten the saree for her himself. As she put the necklace around her neck, which looked amazing just as Di had said it would, Khushi thought about last night in bed about her deal with Arnav.

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Khushi paced in the bathroom, talking to herself, trying to tell herself to stop being such a coward. I should just go talk to him. What is wrong with me? It is not like he is going to eat me'! I have to be brave! Anjali Di ke liye!, she encouraged herself. Taking a deep breath she slowly opened the door of the bathroom to see her husband already on the bed. He was lying down with his wretched laptop in his hand, typing away.

She watched him on the bed and thought about how this had kind of become an unspoken rule between them. If Arnav had to work late at night, he would do so on the bed. She knew he did it for her but would never admit it. Khushi did not like being too far away from him especially when she was nervous or when someone said anything against him, her or their relationship. She would wait all day for him to come back home from office and when he would come back; he would do even more work. This would make her very grumpy and she would call him to bed until he would get mad. Now he started to do his work in his bed so she would not have to complain as much.

Taking a deep breath, sending a last prayer to Devi Maaiya she jumped up on the bed and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lap so he would not be able to type. Being a nervous wreck, she started doing the one thing she could do best, talking. She questioned him again and again about anything that popped in her mind thinking about how to ask the one question she wanted to, fiddling with his hand.

Arnav watched her in amusement as she tried to ask him whatever she really wanted to know. He knew her well enough to know that she would keep talking all night if he did not interrupt her soon. Who thought she could talk more then she actually does? Well I know. She talks double the amount when she is nervous. Whatever she wants to talk about must be serious or else she wouldn't be stalling this much. Or she could be for no reason. You never know with this girl, he thought to himself.

"Khushi, what do you want to ask? Just say what you want to and stop stalling this much, "Arnav told her commandingly. He had turned back to his computer and was reading the data to make sure he had typed everything in right. He only had some more typing to do and planned on finishing it tonight. His thoughts were interrupted by the immense silence that had filled the room after he had asked her to tell him what she wanted to talk about. He looked at his laptop clock and saw that it had been 5 minutes. What the?! 5 minutes and this girl has not said a word? Something really big must be up, he thought. He looked at her and saw the turmoil on her face. As if she had read his mind, she broke the silence.

"Come to the pooja! Please, please, please, please, please, please!!!, "Khushi begged knowing this was the only way she could ever get him to do something he did not want to.

"No. I will not come to any pooja. I do not care for these silly things, and no one can make me come to a pooja. It is just a waste of time, " Arnav replied, rejecting her in one go. He watched her face as sadness crept on it and slight anger as well.

She left his hand and lay down on the bed, facing the other way so he would not be able to see her face. He sighed inwardly, placing the laptop on his side table watching her turned back.

Arnav snaked his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him, making her back crash into his hard body. Her right arm wrapped around his neck and her left hand fell on his chest to soften her crash into him, her body now lying flat on the bed with him lying next to her balancing himself on his left arm.

"What are you doing?" she questioned him, as always, he noted.

"What?! You are accusing me as if I am doing something wrong! I am only touching my wife nah," Arnav explained to her smirking as he saw her turn bright pink. He loved the effect he had on her and she knew that very well.

"Arnav, please let go. What if someone sees?" Khushi responded, raising her head slightly of the bed to see if anyone was looking at them.

Arnav gently pushed her right back down and answered nonchalantly, "Well that is there problem!" continuing after seeing the confused look she was throwing at him, "Who goes around walking, looking, and peeping in a married couple's room at night? And if they do, then what do they expect?! I am only making sure no one assumes that we are not a happily married couple! You always misjudge my intentions! I am just helping the poor confused people!"

Khushi bit her lower lip, trying to control the giggle that was about to pass through her mouth. She knew what he was trying to do, make her laugh so she would not be mad at him. Well it is not going to be this easy Mr. Raizada, after all Mrs. Raizada has a reputation to maintain!, she thought and turned away from him once again, folding her arms on her chest.

She felt him strengthen his grip on her, pulling her back into his hard front. Her hands flew to clutch his arm which was wrapped around her, to balance herself. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he brought his face closer to her. She gasped in pleasurable surprise when she felt his lips on her neck slowly kissing her in a seductive assault. Feeling herself loosening up to his touch, a voice in her mind started scolding her, What are you doing?! You are supposed to be mad at him!! You cannot just let him control you like that! Get a BACKBONE woman! Unwillingly snapping out of her thoughts, she felt Arnav's mouth hovering over the doori of her salwaar. He was teething the doori trying to find the best way to open it in one go. Why is he so strange? I mean seriously? Everytime! It has to be in one go. Does he have to be a perfectionist at everything? I mean seriously, it is just a sting! You can get it open in 2 pulls as well, but no! How could Arnav Singh Raizada loose to anything, especially a piece of string! It had to be opened in one pull and that was final. Before she was out of her own control, she elbowed him lightly on his chest.

"Stop it Arnav. I do not want to talk to you, "Khushi told him in a whiney voice.

"Hmm," he responded feeling slightly disoriented. When he felt another small shove on his chest, her words sunk in, "You cheater! This is so unfair. I swear I am going to tell Di tomorrow about how much of a cheat you are,"Arnav threatened her.

"Kya? Hum? Woh bhi cheating? Kya bhol rahe hain aap?" Khushi questioned still not turning to face him, wondering what new trick was he up to now.

"Aur nahi toh kya! Everynight you sleep clutching me as kids do to their teddybears! Today I am holding you the way you always do and you dare say no? Did I ever say no!? No, I did not! Since I care for you, but obviously the feelings are not mutual, "Arnav retorted loving every bit of this teasing.

"Ha hume maalum hain kyun aap hume kabhi maana nahi karthe hain. You are always busy doing your work and know that if you say anything then I would not let you continue you work at all,"Khushi replied grumpily, smiling in spite of herself and placing her head back on his shoulder to be more comfortable.

He saw her smile and knew that he was close to making his mission possible. Smiling he thought, Ha she is right. If I tell her to let go of me then she would probably never let me finish my work. One thing you do not know Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada is that I like the way you hold me so possessively. It feels nice, but you do not need to know about that. If you found out, you would never let me hear the end of it!