SS: Wooing Khushi: Part 11 updated on Page 147 - Page 36

i really your updates on page 29 and 45

Awww...hun..it waz not crappy...I loved how yu made Arnav realise that he has redeem himself in front of her eyes before they went along with their relationship...
Well written! <3

great writing! that was nice! the touch of clearing all misconceptions before they actually start their "love life". waiting for their honemoon trip update! pls dont make it teary PLZZZ enough of rona dhona on tv. hoping for the spice that u started off with in part 4.😉

Part 5

Khushi slammed the bedroom door hard and marched inside, the resounding thud echoing in the vast room. Feeling his eyes still on her, she turned back to the door to draw the grey curtains, shutting him away. Her victory somehow felt hollow, as she saw him standing outside the door, staring at her, an unreadable look in his eyes. He looked so lost. A traitorous part of her heart wanted to run to him and lose herself in the strong arms. The tender feelings however were squashed summarily and she walked back to the bed after making sure the flimsy curtains stayed put.

The lake-size bed beckoned her tired body and she sank down gratefully in it. After the hard poolside floor, the Egyptian cotton sheets felt like clouds against her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes, hugging a pillow and seconds later sat up, highly annoyed. The damn bed smelled like him, like the Laad Governor. There was a faint scent of his cologne on the sheets and the pillow under her head held the imprint of his. She might as well have slept in his arms, for all the comfort she got from this soft, decadent bed. Unbidden, images crept in her mind; her lying in his arms, brushing her fingers over his face, his stubbles felt so delicious against her palms and now she knew they felt against her breasts. Her face flamed at that, what in the world could have possessed her to allow him to do that to her. And not only allow, she had thoroughly enjoyed his caresses. Thanks to Devi Mayiaan, the Laad Governor had stopped where he did, she herself would have definitely not stopped.

Stupid, stupid Khushi, when would you ever learn, cursing herself bitterly, she got up from the bed and stripped it, throwing the sheets and pillow cases on the floor, she was too tired to make the bed now, she would just lie down on the bare mattress, no problem. Her eyes gleamed as they landed on his Blackberry, stupid Laad Governor and his stupid phone. She threw it hard on the floor, breaking it into pieces. Satisfied, she went back to bed to sleep dreamlessly.

'Khushiji, Chotey, are you awake?', Anjali's chirpy voice and insistent knocking on the door woke Khushi up and she sat up on the bed frowning. Something was not right, how did she come to be in the room, in the bed and where was that Rakshash? The sound of the shower running gave her the answers about her husband's whereabouts and resigned, she got up from the bed and opened the door to a smiling Anjali.

'Good Morning', Anjali beamed at the pretty girl standing at the door, yawning and blinking. 'Where is Chotey', she looked around, her mouth rounding in an 'O' and she blushed furiously. Khushi followed Anjali's gaze to the bedclothes dumped on the floor, pillows scattered.'Khushiji, what is this?'

'Woh Anjaliji, hum..'

' Its ok Di, stop teasing my wife so early in the morning, they needed to be laundered anyway. What's for breakfast, I am ravenous..'

Brother and sister exchanged a look and the ensuing laughter left Khushi totally clueless. Weird people, laughing at bed sheets and pillows.

'Aur yeh kya Chotey, yeh toh tumhara phone hai na?', Anjali pointed at the broken pieces. 'How did this break?'

Khushi turned pale at this. What had seemed like a great idea, did not look too great in the light of the morning. 'I'it..', she stammered and held her breath, waiting for the barrage of 'what the' to start.

"Nothing Di, I just dropped it last night. I have e-mailed Aman and he will be sending someone over with a new phone".

Anjali was amazed at her brother's behaviour, he sounded so calm not to mention amused. She shook her head, how love changed people.

Arnav glanced at Khushi, she looked thunder-struck. As she felt his gaze on her, she moved closer to him, entwining her fingers with his and laid her head on his shoulder. He was instantly on his guard, what was she upto? But as she snuggled into him, thoughts vanished from his head; he drew her closer, dropping a kiss on the tousled head. She looked up, sleepy eyes full of innocence and smiled, drawing his eyes to the rosy lips, plump, inviting; his. He brushed at the speck of lint stuck at the corner of her mouth, running his finger on the full bottom lip. Her tongue came out and touched the tip of his finger, scorching him. He became instantly hard and bent down to take her lips.

She turned her face away and freed herself from his embrace. 'Anjaliji has left..'. She announced, throwing a bucket of cold water on her stunned husband and ambled away to the wardrobe, with an extra sway of her curvaceous hips.

'Khushi', he roared, disbelieving, furious. How dare she pull that act with him?

'Yes?', she looked over her shoulder, on her way to the washroom. 'Married couple, madly in love, as per your instructions Patidev, was that ok?'.

'You'I'', Arnav struggled to find words as the bathroom door was slammed shut on his face.

'What the', she has done that twice in as many days and nobody does that to Arnav Singh Raizada, not even his delectable wife. With the thought of giving her a royal dressing down guaranteed to blister her delicate ears uppermost in his mind, he shoved open the bathroom door, surprising a squeal out of his wife.

Arnav froze at the sight of her, forgetting the simple technique of breathing. Khushi was in the process of removing her kurta, her arms stuck in the fabric at the top of her head, doe-eyes wide at his sudden entry. His eyes travelled from her flushed face to her breasts, covered only by a flimsy cotton bra. The tiny garment, worn from countless washing did a very poor job hiding her bounty from his hungry gaze. He noticed the creamy flesh turning pink, the tips tightening and his already hardened body cried for release.

'Don't you dare..', she mumbled, the stuck kurta muffling her words, her eyes promising him all kinds of hell.

He raised his hands in surrender, commanding his body to behave, the mantra of not now, not now buzzing in his head and advanced cautiously. 'I won't do anything Khushi, I promise', he husked. Pulling the kurta up, he gently untangled her mangalsutra from it and dropped the piece of pale peach cotton in her waiting hands. Khushi held on to her kurta for dear life, clutching to her chest like a shield.

'Aap ki himmat kaise huyi, how dare you barge into the room like this? What do you think of yourself, you '.you Rakshash, shameless Laad Governor'. Khushi screamed, more at herself, than him. Her heart has flown out of her chest, she was sure of it; her body seemed more alive, thirsty for his touch. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms; to stop herself from reaching out to him. His eyes were burning with desire, darkened to the colour of the exotic chocolates everyone at RM seemed to enjoy; branding every inch of her body as his and she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the look any longer.

The sound of retreating footsteps followed by the gentle thud of a door being closed broke Khushi's fervent prayer to her patron goddess and she opened her eyes to find herself alone in the bathroom, no sign of Arnav anywhere.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Khushi draped her saree quickly, a little disappointed to find the room devoid of the disturbing presence of her husband. She only wanted to give him a piece of her mind for irritating her in the bathroom, she told herself as she hurried down the stairs.

There was no Arnav at the table and Khushi excused herself as soon as breakfast got over; restless for reasons she was unable to explain to herself. Had she started to miss him? Oh no, this would never do. She was restless because he had caught her at a vulnerable point, that's all, she told herself firmly. Enough of this nonsense, she had enough to do now, had to finish packing for her forced honeymoon for one, she thought with a grimace. She had dropped the clothes and the bags on the bed last night and had not seen the dresses ever since.

When she had opened the wardrobe to take out her saree this morning, there were no sign of the new clothes. With a frown pleating her brows, she started looking for them. The Rakshash probably has thrown them away, she thought and bent down to search for them at the bottom of the wardrobe. Two leather travelling cases stood there, side by side. One in black, the other in red. They looked new and sinfully expensive, even to her inexperienced eyes.

Brushing her fingers over the supple leather, she pulled the black one out and to her surprise found it unlocked. Jeans, pullovers, shirts and jackets were neatly packed inside. His. Snatching her hand away from a turquoise pullover, she shut the top and put the case back to its original place. If the black one was his, did that mean that the red one was hers, but what would she put in that, where were her clothes?

Long long update...phew...I have two things to add here.

1. To everyone who do not wish to receive further PMs, please un-buddy me. No hard feelings. I cringe whenever I think about flooding someone's inbox with unwanted PMs.

2. To those who are disappointed with this SS not being steamy and hot, please bear with me. I just can't lock them in a room and have them do the deed. Not yet.

I agree. Some romance first, then lock them in a room.

This was perfect!!! Loved how she was frustrated with him and his bed!!! He totally deserved to have his phone broken!!! I loved how he spoke in front of anjali, carefully explaining the bed and broken phone... really cute :D Her being in control and not succumbing to that gorgeous look in his eyes... brilliant!!! Can't wait for the honeymoon... thanks so much for the PM :D

Love Khushi playing him at his own game!

thanks for the pm.

Read the update, impressive. Cant wait for part 6.

Thanks again

Oh, I sooo loved the scene where she got him alll ready, and then threw the figurative bucket of cold water with the 'Anjali ji has left the building' part!