SS : Aapki Pasand: Completed: Part VIII on Page 20 - Page 4

'Kya huya, hato'', the harshly spoken words shattered Khushi's already fragile composure and she grabbed the closest suit-covered arm, 'pl'please issey pahan lijiye'I will do whatever you say''. And raising herself to the tips of her toes, the impulsive, leap before you look,KKG guiding her, she cupped Arnav's face in her hands and planted a hasty kiss on his lips. Not giving in to the urge to linger over the kiss, to learn the texture of the stern mouth, Khushi broke the kiss and tried to take a step back and found herself again imprisoned in his arms. 'You think that pathetic excuse for a kiss will make me wear a sherwani, hmmm'.Khushi?' The harsh voice spoke in her ears and Khushi's eyes flew open.

Strong arms pulled her close to the leanly muscled body, pressing against her curves and valleys, leaving nothing to her imagination. The silk of his suit rubbed against her waist, she could feel his heartbeats, strong, rhythmic, against her own. She raised her eyes slowly to his, avoiding looking at his lips. The ASR mask was firmly placed on his face, the eyes blazed with an inner fire making Khsushi tremble. 'Not good enough'' grated ASR, 'I don't think you will be able to do anything to make me change my mind''.

'Hum'hum..kar saktey hain'aap jo bhi kahen'' replied Khushi, her competitive soul rising at the hint of any challenge.

'Really'.soch lo'phir rona mat shuru karna, tum toh roney ke bahaney dhundhti rahati ho..'

'Nahin royenge, aap batayie kya karna hai', Khushi replied and unconsciously pressed herself closer, raising his temperature, among other things.

'Ok then, you will have to do the same things that I do to you...but as I said, mujhe nahin lagta hai tum kar paogi, utni himmat nahin hai tum mein..', continued a slightly bored voice.

"Bilkul kar sakte hain, shart wali baat aap bhul gaye hain kya? Yeh bhi toh wohi hai, same to same", crowed a triumphant Khushi Kumari Gupta. 'Aur humney pahale hi aapko ',' she couldn't continue and ducked her head bashfully.

'But I did not kiss you, not on your lips, so that does not count', and Khushi's dreams of escaping unscathed shattered.

She raised her head, her gaze flying to his slightly mocking one. 'B..b..but , humney aa aapko ''. 'Haan ya naa, Khushi', Arnav cut in, 'I cannot spend the entire evening, chatting with you, it's my brother's wedding you know'.

'Aur hamari jiji ki''.

'So do we have a deal?', said Arnav and moved his arms, one hand going down to lightly caress the rise of her sari-covered derrire, the other one cupping her neck. The hand on her bum raised Khushi from her LG's proximity induced dream and she gulped hard, 'Haan'.

Arnav released his hold on her neck and giving in to a long denied urge, cupped both her cheeks and kneaded, earning a startled gasp from the trembling nymph in his arms. Khushi's hands flew to her back and placing her hands on top of his, she tried to move them from their place on her butt. Taking mercy on her, Arnav reluctantly ceased his caress and moved his hands, slowly releasing her from his hold; he took a step back and put the next step of his seduction of Khushi in motion.

He started unbuttoning the his suit, first one button , then another, waiting for an outburst. He did not have to wait much, as his fingers reached the third button, out came a loud gasp'.'What are you doing..'. 'I am removing my jacket Khushi, see you first have to take off the clothes that you are wearing and then put on the other clothes. Tough, I know'but that's how it works'', Arnav slowly enunciated each word, an adult explaining things to a particularly slow child.

'Humein pata hai', hum neeche ja rahe hain, aap change karkey aa jaiye.'., mumbled Khushi, thanking her Devi Maiyaa for providing an escape route. Before she could take a step towards the door, however, her waist was captured and she was jerked back into Arnsv's arms again. 'Aha, not so fast, shart shuru hone sey pahali hi bhaag rahi ho',breathed Arnav. 'Nahin nahin, I am not running away, the deal is on, par aap change kar rahen hai'toh..hum ja rahe hain'.

'Shart yehin sey toh shuru hota hai Khushi', Arnav released her and dropping his suit jacket on the bed started working on the knots of his tie. Khushi's fascinated gaze was glued to the long, elegant fingers swiftly undoing the knots of his tie, images of the same fingers unbuttoning her, removing her clothes, caressing her to ecstasy, rose unbidden to her mind's eyes. She could see those fingers spreading themselves in her hair, rubbing her cheeks, holding her waist, cupping her '. She closed her eyes, gulped hard, her heart beating so hard, she was sure, even the people coming in from the front-door could hear them.

'Khushi'tum theek ho', Arnav's concerned voice sounded too close and she nodded. She turned toward him to reply, and found her face very close to his, their lips mere inches apart. The deep breath that she had taken left her in a rush, and she stared at his lips, fascinated. Even now, they were curving into an angelic smile. 'Gahari saans lo', came the advice and Arnav's hands moved fast, undoing the buttons of his shirt now. The material of the shirt parted, providing an enticing view, Arnav's hard, lightly hair-covered chest came into view, leanly muscled. Khushi, raised her hands, entranced and placed them on his chest, running them from top to bottom, her nails gently scratching his flesh.

'Khushi', Arnav groaned, seemingly in need of the advice that he had given Khushi moments before and closing his eyes he took several deep breaths. He opened his eyes slowly and found a wide-eyed Khushi, a dreamy smile on her face, her hands continuing their ministrations, looking at his chest speculatively. Bemused at the turn of events, Arnav moved Khushi's hands from his chest, dropped them at her sides and swiftly completed unbuttoning his shirt.

As he caught Khushi still lost in her dreams, he took hold of her shoulders and pulling at her sleeve again, traced the hickey on her left shoulder with his fingertips. That brought Khushi out of dreams real fast and she lifted her hand, trying to cover the mark. 'Acchey se dekh lo, I want one just like this'', husked Arnav.