About Last Night**THREAD 1**PART 1-15** - Page 68

arnav is sooo clever...loved it

Read all 11 parts in one go .. Actually I had read the first 2 parts a long time ago and now found this again. Got a dja vu feeling & realized Ive read this hehehe

Am loving the concept, great work !!!

wow! that was an smart move by arnav!

Omg that litt portion where he told her about the saree was so hot. Amazing update. Absolutely lived loved it. Please do continue.

When you wear the saree of my choosing, it feels like you are wrapped up in me--even when you are across the room, I am touching you, all over...

Thank you so much for the PM I loved this update!😃

So cute. Great update yaar.

Part 12

Khushi's exuberance instantly drained Arnav of his earlier exasperation. He was bewitched: he took in her radiant smile, her slender form encased in red silk, her arms from wrist to elbow glinting with the shimmer of his bangles. Something else--she had switched blouses with a saree he had sent earlier in the week, a saree matched with a short sleeveless blouse of gold satin. Khushi had cleverly paired that blouse to this red saree to stunning effect. The blouse was modest in cut, but left her arms entirely bare--this was a new look for Khushi and Arnav couldn't help but admire his little fashionista.

He felt all the pride of the husband with a gorgeous wife when they entered the party, but soon realized the flip side of that particular coin: the admiring glances of other men. Apparently he was not the only man in the world with a fetish for red. As the evening wore, his irritation climbed--especially since the chief admirer was his sister's so-called husband. Shyam's salacious looks severely challenged Arnav's civility, and Arnav decided to keep at the opposite end of the room from that man lest fists fly.

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Payal and Khushi remained close to Nani and Anjali for most of the evening. It was a safe place from which to launch into Delhi society. Nani made introductions and Anjali briefed them on the intricacies of who's-who. Khushi's charming, playful manners were a magnet, and she was never alone for a moment. She took pleasure in meeting people and was enjoying herself, but at the same time she felt the acute loss of Arnav by her side. She smiled at her thoughts: there was a time not too long ago when the two had made a pact to stay away from each other and not speak if they did meet. Did she know then that at some deep level she had already begun to love him? Love. How remarkable were the myriad disguises of love? I never want to be apart from him. I want him near, now. Where is he?

Her eyes scanned the crowd where she had last seen him, and her eyes collided with his. He had been watching her, and the intensity in his eyes, sent an electric charge through her body. Understand this. When you wear the saree of my choosing, it feels like you are wrapped up in me--even when you are across the room, I am touching you, all over. Her breath quickened. His eyes touched her body, igniting every inch of her. Heat filled her in places familiar and unfamiliar; this was his effect on her. She couldn't break eye contact. Even when she finally looked away, she felt compelled to look back once more--yet again and then again--but his eyes never left her.

Akaash and Payal invited her to take some refreshments and she allowed herself to be led away. She resisted one final glance at him, though she knew with the absolute certainty of a woman who knew her power that his eyes followed her.

They filled their plates and secured a table in the corner. Soon Anjali and Shyam joined them. More chairs were added, and Shyam sat down immediately next to Khushi. Along with her appetite, her comfort instantly disappeared. He made attempts to engage her in conversation, always drawing the others in so she had no choice but to respond. When Anjali commented on her pretty blouse, she felt Shyam's eyes sweep up her bare arms. It was intolerable. She decided to remove herself from the situation, but before she had barely lifted from her seat, from behind her, two hands pressed upon her shoulders settling her back down. She knew it was Arnav without having to look up. He casually claimed his right to her by sliding his hands down her upper arms, and up again. Such was the play of his fingers touching the flesh of her bare arms, that she couldn't make coherent his question to her.

She tilted her head up to him.

"I'm ravenous," he repeated. His fingers grazed the warm softness of her underarm. Her breath halted.

Without being aware of what she did, she fed him a mouthful with her fork. And, only when she returned the fork to her plate did she realize that the four gathered around them had noted this intimacy.

Anjali, the eternal romantic, directed her husband, "if you slide down, Chotte can sit next to Bhabhi and share her plate."

Shyam moved and Arnav sat down next to Khushi. He took command over her senses--as well as over her plate. With his arm along the back of her chair, they ate from the same plate. Arnav left the table briefly and returned with a plate of assorted sweets for her.

"No jalebi, I'm afraid," he said.

She smiled into his eyes, "I'll manage somehow."

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I love Anjali! :D <3

Omg I am second to review. Awesome job. Loved where he showed shyaam who is boss. Waiting for I'd next update.