SS: Wooing Khushi: Part 11 updated on Page 147 - Page 28

arnav afraid of sleeping alone?! yeah right! lol
its so sweet that he ended up accompanying kushi sleeping by the poolside..


oooh...can't wait to read more on the honeymoon!
arhi playing in the snow...that will be a treat! 😉




tks for the PM, pls update soon

beautifully written ...n thnx for the pm :)

very good! please do continue!!

Splendid update :D Khushi must have literally turned beet red *chuckles*

Love the FF, can sooo imagine Khushi all confuzzled and ASR smirking and enjoying the game, please continue soon!

Part 4

Content might be considered mature

Khushi knelt down beside Arnav and grabbing his quilt-covered shoulder turned him to face her. 'You are scared of sleeping alone, Arnavji? Since when? I didn't know the great Arnav Singh Raizada was scared of anything?'

She wanted to scream, rant and rave; this man drove her to new levels of frustration every day. And now, it was obvious that her nights will not be peaceful either. Only the thoughts of him retaliating in one form or the other and the entire household descending on them stopped her from giving into the urge to stamp her feet, pull his hair out, and get into a full-fledged tantrum.

Arnav opened his eyes and spoke in a sleep-roughened voice that raised goose-bumps on her skin, irritating her further.

'Oh I am scared of a lot of things, Khushi. Take yourself, for example. You scare me to death.

Can I sleep now, I am really tired. I suggest that you get some sleep as well. You won't get much sleep when we are in Manali', his eyes travelled from her eyes, to her lips making them tingle, halted on her breasts and came back to her eyes again. Khushi squirmed, his gaze igniting a slow-burning fire in the pit of her belly. Her hand rose on its own volition and pushed back the cowlick on his forehead, her fingers running through black silk.

His fingers caught her wrist and moved her hand over his face; his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and his lips. In a trance, she traced his lips; the stern lines of his mouth were softened now. His lips were soft yet firm and she had a wild urge to know how they would feel against hers. Not releasing the eye-lock, he slowly kissed her fingers, nipping them softly. She winced, feeling the pain yet not willing the sweet torture to end. He tugged on her hand and she landed on him. Arnav closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her soft breasts against his hard chest.

Khushi was finding it so hard to breathe, her heart beating a crescendo, was deafening her. She raised her hands slowly, placing them on his chest and was amazed to find his heartbeats echoing hers. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her closer. She looked down to find him staring at her intently, no trace of mockery or anger in the dark chocolate eyes. His eyes were asking a question and she had no idea how to answer.

His hands moved up and down her slender back, she trembled as they brushed the top of her shoulders, left bare by the wide neckline of kurta. He caressed the nape of her neck, brushing the downy skin and undid the dori. The kurta gaped open now, giving him a glimpse of heaven. The tops of her milky breasts were gleaming opal-like in the faint light of stars, drawing his eyes to them. His hands followed his eyes, caressing the velvety flesh, venturing into the shadow of her cleavage.

Khushi squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clutching his chest. Her body felt so alive, every cell sensitized, nerve endings tingling with pleasure. She felt herself being drawn higher on his chest; felt him pressing a kiss in the valley between her breasts, her eyes flying open at the resulting moan erupting from her throat. Hey Devi Maiyaan, was that her making those mewling sounds? His warm hands cupped the swollen mounds, thumbs making circles on her aching flesh and her breath released in a whoosh.

Arnav was lost in Khushi; her satin skin, racing heart, the feel of the petal-soft mounds in his hands, her innocent eyes hazy with pleasure were driving him close to the brink. He was hard, aching to make Khushi his in every sense of the world. His hands moved to the bottom of her kurta to lift it over her head when reality struck.

He could not do this, not like this, not to his Khushi. Her first time, their first time together should not be by the poolside when so many questions still remained unanswered. She would hate him, more importantly hate herself, in the morning. And he could not let that happen, no matter what.

He had to make amends for his deeds, redeem himself in his eyes, in hers, before they could become man and wife in the true sense.

Gritting his teeth, cursing himself for getting into the situation, Arnav tried to free himself from Khushi, who was glued to him like a second skin.

'Khushi', he groaned and she opened her eyes, heavy with passion and glared at him.

'What'why?

'Its late Khushi, we need to sleep' and saw her eyes clearing, arousal replaced by rage.

'Toh'abhi aap kya kar rahe the..what were you doing? For whose benefit was this drama enacted?'

Her voice shook, tears of humiliation and frustration clogging up her throat. She was being played again, like an instrument, by the master musician and what music she made; she flushed, recalling her moans.

"No drama, Khushi, only you and me and..', he could not finish. Khushi had pushed herself away from his arms and was standing away from him, trembling in rage.

'Enough Mr. Raizada, I am not going to stand here and listen to you lies anymore. Go away, leave me alone'.

There was a gleam in her eyes that stopped Arnav in his track, she meant business this time.

'Ok..but at least, sleep inside today, Khushi please'.

"With you in the same room. Never!'

Husband and wife looked at each, both refusing to budge. She was shooting daggers at him, trembling with self-righteous fury, while the husband looked sheepish, trying to find a way to placate the enraged wife.

'Alright, you go and sleep inside, I will sleep here, will that do?'

Khushi considered, pearly teeth biting her bottom lip, making him wince as his body hardened further.

The Laad Governor has played havoc with her senses tonight, she needed to think, alone. Half the night was over and she needed to sleep, needed to chew over her strategies.

Arnav Singh Raizada had another thing coming if he though that he would make her his puppet.

She nodded and walked away regally to the bedroom, slamming the door shut for good measure.

Its crap, I know..😒

glad to see your PM...Been waiting for you to update it for a long time :-)

It's mutual admiration society... 😉I just simple love your work..

Please update with Part 5 soon...

Nancy

It's not crap, its just short 😆

Great update NOT crap at all...thanx foh da pm nd cont soon

Good updates... Please continues soon 😊