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nice part... arnav & khushi r so cute...loved the mud part it very funny no doubt asr laughed at her 😆... update soon

Chapter 17

2011 AR Towers Delhi

Another long day. He was exhausted, bone weary actually. Kushi's face kept flashing before him. She confused the hell out of him. Yesterday he had assaulted her but she had hugged him desperately when she should have actually killed him. He closed his eyes wearily. She shouldn't have seduced him. Why dint she understand that he lost control every time she touched him. Every day was a torture for him. Seeing her face, her misty eyes, her quivering lips, her soft hair, her delicate neck, her dainty fingers, her graceful legs, those soft curves, those lips especially. Sigh it took a monumental effort on his part not to grab her, hold her tightly, kiss her, make love to her. Even today when she was sitting in the kitchen, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms & make passionate love to her right there in the kitchen. Hell even her mere memory made him melt & go weak on his knees. He had to avoid her. After yesterday night he just couldn't keep his hands off her. The very memory made him hard, aroused him making him vulnerable. Earlier he used to fantasize about their love making & now that he had actually carried out the act he was becoming horny like a crazy teen with his hormones on overdrive. His mental image of her moaning & writhing on the bed drove him crazy. The way she had hugged him yesterday broke his heart. He hated himself for loving her so desperately. He tried hating her but she always won. He had long since accepted defeat. No matter what, he could never hate her. Or rather his love for her always overpowered his hate. Did she ever feel anything for him. Yesterday he was ecstatic during her seduction but when he had overheard her conversation with Shyam he had again slipped into depression. It was all just a game for her. But he had felt her body respond to his touch. He ran his fingers disconsolately through his hair. Everything was so bloody tangled up. More than her hatred towards him what angered him was her love for Shyam. He might have forgiven her if it had been anyone else other than that creep.

He snapped his laptop shut. He couldn't stay anymore. He hadn't eaten anything & a small part of his mind was hurt that she hadn't bothered to even call him up to check if he had eaten anything. It was a miracle that he was able to drive home without any accident.

Chapter 18

2011 Shanthivan Delhi

As he entered the hall he looked hopefully at the sofa in the living room but was disappointed to find it empty. She had not bothered to stay awake. Come on Arnav, after yesterday how could you even expect such things. He had just given her 1 more reason to hate him more. He trudged to his room, switched on the lights & stood rooted to his place.

Kushi was slumped in a chair next to his bed. He saw a plate on the coffee table nearby & guessed what must have happened. She had prepared dinner, kept his plate ready & had come to his room to wait for him. Exhaustion must have caused her to doze off. He looked at her affectionately. He went near her, got down on his knees & gazed lovingly at her. She was looking angelic in her pink night dress, her hair cascading on either side of her face. He slowly moved his hand towards her & ran his fingers lightly through her hair. He softly traced her ears, her chin & his fingers hovered lightly over her lips. Her lips trembled slightly at his touch & he stopped but dint remove his fingers. He watched with fascination as Kushi slowly parted her lips & her tongue darted out touching his fingers. It was feather light but sent shivers down his spine. He gasped loudly & watched mesmerized as she opened her eyes & murmured ARNAV.

Kushi looked at the clock & heaved a sigh. It was 12 & Arnav was still not home. She wondered why he always punished himself every time he did something to her out of anger. It was strange that while she forgave him every time he hurt her, he dint seem to forgive himself. GOD he loved her & was fighting with those feelings for the past 1 year. She knew that he was still fighting his inner demons & wondered when he would finally find peace & contentment, something which she can never give him in this life. She was sure he wouldn't have eaten anything but had refrained from calling because she dint know if he was still angry with her. If that was the case her request would only incite him to do something even worse hurting him more. Little did he realize that whenever he hurt himself she felt the pain double fold.

Today in the morning when she had seen him in agony she almost broke down. For a minute she thought that maybe she should try to sleep with him. After all it was believed that sex was the biggest stress buster. Since yesterday she couldn't shake off her mental image of him making slow, tender love to her & then gradually increase the tempo & intensity till she reached the peak & couldn't take it anymore. She blushed. Hey Devi Maiyya, why am I so shameless. Already once her seduction had ended in a major misunderstanding & he had taken her not out of lust but out of fury. She smiled when she recollected how gentle he had been with her as if she were something fragile. How could he be so tender with her even in extreme anger. His love just tugged at her heart making her more weak & vulnerable to him. Sadly he had misunderstood her feelings. She knew that he believed her to be still in love with Shyam.

How could he love her & still be so blind. How could he be so oblivious to her feelings, dint he see the way his touch elicited lightening response from her body. Dint he realize how difficult it was for her to spend every single day in his close proximity & tolerate him cold-shouldering her. There have been so many times when she had had the mad urge to run her fingers through his hair, tousle it affectionately. She had wanted to sit on his lap, wind her arms around his neck, breathe in his smell, rest her head on his chest & doze off just like yesterday. She still remembered the way he had rocked her gently yesterday. When he was near her she never regretted having missed out on getting a mother's love. His love was more than enough for her. She dint need anyone else.

Sometimes she would surreptitiously look at him & admire him. His sharp nose, those tender lips that wreaked havoc every time it came in contact with her, that cute stubble, his tousled hair, those broad shoulders, his thin long fingers which played on her senses, that well-toned body & most of all those lovely lovely enigmatic chocolate brown eyes. She had clearly left the best for the last. If she were good in poetry she would have written an ode to those beautiful eyes. The times when those eyes had undressed her right in the company of others making her squirm uncomfortably. She loved the way those eyes lazily traced the contours of her body, starting from her toe, sauntering up & then finally settling on her lips. For some reason he seemed to love her lips. His eyes always had that burning, intense passion whenever it settled on her lush lips & when he looked at her like that she always shivered because she invariably melted before that look. On such instances she would be scared that she would forget her surroundings, just hurtle into his arms & beg him to take her right there.

Stop fantasizing Kushi she chided herself. She placed food on the tray, covered it with a plate, went up to his room & settled down for the long wait. She had already decided that she would tackle him directly in his room, thus not allowing him to escape from having his dinner. If required she would tie him up & force feed him, then probably with his hands still tied she might even try having her wicked way with him. She chuckled again at her shamelessness. Slowly exhaustion took over & she dozed off.

His fingers were touching her, creating music & she was soaring higher & higher. She was in heavenly bliss. God how did he do it. She felt his fingers touching her lips & she exploded. Please let me not wake up from this dream. Please let me not wake up. She had this wild urge to lick those delicate fingers, suck it. Her tongue darted out & she heard a loud gasp. She opened her eyes slowly to find him kneeling beside her, his fingers on her lips & looking at her with those intensely passionate eyes.