SS: Wooing Khushi: Part 11 updated on Page 147 - Page 92

Part 11

Khushi bit back a wince as she felt Arnav's arms tightening around her. He kept his head buried in her lap and Khushi ran her hands through his silky strands of hair; unable to stop herself. He raised his head at her touch, his face a study in anguish, all traces of mischief gone. He looked tormented and Khushi found herself eager to soothe him. 'Shhh, sab thik ho jayega, everything will be fine'. She pushed back the cowlick on his forehead and was taken aback by the look of gratitude in the dark chocolate eyes. Arnav Singh Raizada did not do the gratitude business. What was going on here? Her chain of thought broke as Arnav caught her palm and pressed a kiss on it, returning it to its original place, as at peace again, he placed his head in her lap.

Khushi resumed stroking his hair, soothing away his pain. He nuzzled her stomach through her satin top and she wriggled. 'It tickles'. That evoked a low chuckle from the devil and raising the top slightly he rubbed his stubbled cheeks against her stomach. She shivered at the unexpected pleasure and he bit her stomach, licking the spot and darting his wicked tongue into the shallow cup of her navel for good measures. She shrieked and pushing his head away from her lap, stood up and took a few steps on trembling legs to put some distance between the now-grinning Arnav Singh Raizada and herself.

'All over?', asked a solicitous voice. At Khushi's blank look, Arnav elaborated, 'Are you ticklish all over?'

'Are you?', Khushi retorted, quite proud of herself at not stammering and being able to string two words coherently.

Mentally patting herself on her back, she looked back at her open-mouthed husband and picking up her velvet jacket sashayed out of the room.

Cases were stowed in the boot, goodbyes said, a rather lengthy and teary one on Khushi's part and the foursome finally started their journey. Arnav glanced at his red-nosed wife, who was still sniffling and silently offered his snowy-white monogrammed handkerchief. The piece of starched cotton was accepted and Arnav tried not wince as she noisily blew her nose. A minute later Khushi nudged him and tried to pass the now kajal, gloss and other unmentionables-smeared cloth back to him. Arnav was rewarded with a watery smile as he stuffed the hanky in his pocket, not even a look of disgust on his face.

The journey to the helipad was completed quickly and the Arnav and Akash got busy talking to the pilot, discussing the route, travel time, etc. Khushi's initial delight was slowly being replaced by a feeling of dread as she stared at the helicopter. It looked like a massive bumble-bee; glossy back with Raizada printed in stylised gold letters. The chopper stared back at her rather menacingly, Khushi mused, the glass windows bulging monster-eyes. She shivered a little and looked for someone to comfort her. Jiji. But Payal was busy admiring her husband who was showing off his knowledge about the workings of the chopper, the cockpit and the wide panel with the blinking lights.

Arnav caught a glance of Khushi's pale face from the corner of his eyes as she approached him while he stood talking to Ajay Chatterjee, his pilot. He cut off the young pilot's excited chatter as Khushi slipped her clammy hand into his. Squeezing the soft palm, he gazed into her eyes which were wide with terror. Giving Ajay a glance to indicate their discussion was over, he walked her closer to the hulking machine; Khushi dragging her steps. He climbed up the steps, opened the door and without giving Khushi a chance to protest. hauled her in his arms and deposited her on a deep cushioned seat, next to the window. She clutched his sleeve, eyes squeezed shut. She felt him reaching for something, felt the rustling of papers and seconds later the unmistakable scents of roses assailed her nose and curious she opened her eyes. A gorgeous bouquet of scarlet baby roses nestled in her lap, a chain of sparkling stars entwined in it. The flowers were half covering a cane basket wrapped in golden foil. The basket felt warm and Khushi squirmed a little.

Curiosity got the better of her and she thrust the flowers at her husband and tore open the foil covering; jalebis; perfectly looped, golden and juicy, were packed neatly and she bit into one hungrily. A moan of sheer happiness escaped her as a pair of eyes looked on indulgently. Finishing half-dozen jalebis in a space of minutes, she felt somehow calmer and gazed back at her husband gratefully. Arnav looked at the syrup smeared fingers and finding the chopper still empty grabbed her hand and licked them clean before wiping them with a wet tissue taken from one of the well-equipped seat pockets. She gasped, 'Aapko meetha mana hai, you are not allowed to take sweet'. She managed. 'Not of this kind', Arnav quirked his eyebrow as he took in the flush slowly covering Khushi's face and neck. Even her ears turned red, amazing!

Guys, I am sorry for this very short and as usual late update. But I have been very very busy of late. Will update at the earliest.

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