Originally posted by: minimuffin86
The lights were dim and the fairy lights lent a red glow to the darkness. She stepped on stage with all the confidence in her youth and ability her emerald green sraee draped around her in such a way that it gave away the perfect mix of innocence and sensuality. Her back was bare and barely hidden by her hair which she had draped over her shoulder so a certain someone could get an unobstructed view of the sinfully soft skin that would be some one else's to hold tonight.
She stepped forward and heard the music start and NK make a late appearance on stage. This was a surprise for everyone. She had successfully flirted to get her way and convinced NK to dance with her. The Raizadas would be left flabbergasted and the rakshas would be left saying nothing but the expletive after "What The!"
She saw NK's silhouette stand in ready anticipation as she strode forward. She held his outstretched hand and twirled smoothly in his open arms. She felt a familiar jolt go through her entire body as she came softly crashing in his arms. No! This couldn't be; she couldn't feel the same all-consuming physical desire for just anybody. She had thought only he had this effect on her.
Her senses reeled as she felt him bend her at the waist as he towered over her, his hand caressing her bare back, the other one lightly cupping her rear for support, his hot breath on her face, his intoxicating smell filling her entire being till she was left wanting him to fill her in more ways than one.
This wasn't him, her mind tried to convince every fiber of her being which was crying his name, which was crying for him to take her... for ice cream! She knew it was a rash desire in the winter but there was nothing more she wanted now then to lick a very smooth swirly cone of iced cream to oblivion! Her breath caught as she thought about the hard blocks of melting cream, in different shapes and sizes. O how she would love to consume them all. If only he'd stop being a rakshas and take her!
Suddenly the spot light hit them and she saw that it was him. Her body could never be wrong. They shared an invisible bond that was beyond comprehension, beyond the reasoning of time. He looked in to her eyes with a blazing possessive desire that reproached her for even thinking about being in such close proximity with another man. What if that guy ended up thinking she wanted to have ice cream with him! Heaven forbid what if he force fed her ice cream with his god forsaken hands!!
"Just because I denied you ice cream on Diwali doesn't mean I will never give it to you! Don't you have any patience or shame?!" he growled.
"No!" pouted Khushi as she saw everyone's shocked faces to see Arnav handle his wife in such an intimate way and talk about ice cream in the winter. She pouted some more and Arnav had to give in. "Fine! Let's go for some ice cream!"
"O!" squealed a blushing Khushi. "I knew you'd take me one day!"
And they lived happily ever after consuming vats of ice cream every day as they held hands and swung their legs playfully while sitting on their separate beds watching Tom and Jerry reruns on Cartoon Network.
The End!
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