FF Arhi: Himalayan Magic - Part 8 Updated Page 21 - Page 14

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Arnav found Khushi in the gazebo, sitting on the parapet wall, her hands hugging her legs that were drawn up to her chest. She had laid her head on knees.

'How many times do I have to come looking for you?'

'Go away!'

'Why? Were you expecting someone else?'

'I said, leave me alone! Go back to that bimbo you were dancing with.'

'Leave you alone? So that you can have a rendezvous with your friend'

'What?'

'Were you with him this afternoon?'

'What you talking about?'

'Oh stop it with the innocent act. In know you have a masters degree in it. I saw you having dinner with him yesterday night.

Khushi began to answer when realization dawned on her. 'For God's sake Arnavji! He is not my friend. He is your friend from college, Karan Khurana'

'He told you he was my college friend and you had dinner with him? Is that all it takes to avail your lovely company?'

'How dare you talk to me like that?'

'Why not? That is exactly what you deserve!'

'I don't have to listen to this!'

'Why Khushi? Does being beautiful give you the right to play with people's lives?'

'Stop it! Stop talking this if you are not going to explain.'

'Why are you dressed like this?'

'No. Tell me what you meant about me playing with people's lives.'

'Just answer me dammit! Why are you dressed like this?'

'Why should I tell you anything? You had no problems when Lavanya wore dresses like this! I didn't see you having a problem with that bimbo Ria's clothes either!'

'I don't give a damn about Lavanya or Ria right now! Answer me!'

'Because you said I don't have class!' she cried her words suddenly creating a chill in the atmosphere. 'You have told me that time and again. How does a poor girl from Lucknow earn class, Mr Raizada? I requested Di to help me out when you went abroad. She gave me training in etiquette and table manners. I learnt to walk in high heels and talk correct English. And for your kind information this dress was her honeymoon gift for me. Poor Di! How was she supposed to know this is a fake honeymoon and more importantly that this is a fake marriage!'

'Khushi!' Arnav dragged Khuhsi off the parapet wall and held her in a tight grip crushing the soft flesh of her upper arms.

Khushi shrugged away his arms in anger. The movement caused her purse to fall on the floor spilling all the contents. As she was putting them back into her purse, Arnav picked up some photos that had scattered away. It was a photograph of him in his college days along with a few of his friends.

'Where did you get this?'

'Why should I tell you? You won't believe me anyway.' She made a move to leave.

'Khushi stop! Answer my question.' said Arnav blocking her way.

'You asked me if I believed Karanji when he told me he was your college friend, right? I thought these photos were proof enough' she said quietly.

'Khushi I am ____'

'I went to the studio this afternoon to get the photos printed out, to make an album. Karanji helped me out with that. We were planning to surprise you at breakfast this morning. Since you left early we planned to meet after dinner. That was what he was trying to tell me when you dragged me off like a slave.'

'Khushi wait!' Arnav caught Khushi's forearm, as she once again tried to leave.

'Don't touch me!'

'Khushi listen to me!'

'No! I won't! I am fed up of listening to your endless innuendos. I hate you Arnav Singh Raizada! I hate you from the bottom of my heart! ' she pushed his chest with all her might, and started hitting his chest repeatedly. He swore under his breath, and the next moment he pushed her against the pillar, both her hands pinned on the pillar, on either side of her. His hands were clamped like vices round her wrists, forcing her to be still.

'Stop it Khushi!'

'You know what? You are right. I should stop. Stop trying to impress you! I was so stupid that I thought these stupid things would impress you. Trying to wear this stupid dress so that you will not be ashamed of me anymore, trying to make a stupid album of your college photos, saving your company from the frauds, making the stupid khada for you when you fell sick, cleaning your room -------'

His mouth came crushing down on hers.

She shuddered weakly, closing her eyes, bracing herself against the first bruising onslaught. Only it did not come. Instead his lips closed on hers with bewildering gentleness, exploring their softness with warm sensuousness.

Khushi tried to pull away. Immediately his grasp on her wrists tightened, and with a little choked gasp of pain, she was forced to submit. She was desperately and shamingly aware that her breathing was changing, quickening as the long deliberate caress went on and on.

The pressure of his mouth against her was subtly more insistent now, his tongue stroking teasingly along the contours of her lips, silently coaxing her lips to part them, and allow him a deeper, more passionate intimacy, and she felt her whole body shiver as she fought its traitorous urging to let him have his way.

A soft sweet trembling was beginning to take control, compelling her to move towards him so that their bodies touched as well as their mouths, prompting a first bewildered response to his kisses. A little aching sigh escaped her, as her lips parted, yielding him the sensual dominance he sought.

'I am sorry Khushi' came his anguished apology, as he drew back slowly and let go of her arms 'Will you forgive me ? '

Before she could reply, they heard a group approaching the gazebo. Arnav took Khushi's hand and quietly walked back to the hotel. They went back to the restaurant to find Mr Chopra, so that Arnav could make his apologies to them.

'I am extremely sorry for leaving you like that Mr Chopra, my wife and I had a few issues to resolve' said Arnav looking at Khushi in a way that made her go red with embarrassment. 'If you don't mind, I would like to take you leave now as I have an appointment with an old college friend of mine'

Khushi felt joy surge through her as she sat looking at Arnav talking animatedly with his old friend Karan. She saw his rare smile that he reserved only for his Di and heard the laughter that she had heard only a couple of times before. She knew this moment would be etched in her memory for ever.

As they went up the elevator, a large group of boisterous young people entered the small enclosure. Arnav moved himself in front of her to protect her from the rowdy crowd. He put his hand on either side of her. Khushi's heartbeat started to beat with an erratic rhythm. The looked at each other for long moments until the ring of the elevator announced the arrival of their floor.

Arnav opened the door to their room with his key, and as they took a step into the room, Khushi realized there was something different. The room was resplendent with a golden glow, created by the beautifully lit candles placed all over the room. The room looked like a scene from the movies. There was an awkward silence between them, and Arnav excused himself to go to the rest room. Khushi went up to the bed that had rose petals scattered all over it. This was exactly how it was on the first day they had arrived. So much had changed since then. He had said she was beautiful, back at the gazebo. It was not in the right context though. But her heart gave a small flutter as she lay down on the bed, waiting for Arnav to come out.

When Aranv came out of the rest room, he saw Khushi sound asleep on the bed, fully dressed in her beautiful red gown. Khushi had said a lot of things today. She didn't sound like the kind of woman he thought she was. Could he have been mistaken in judging her? They would definitely have to talk in the morning. Right now he needed to sleep. It had been a long day.

As he prepared for bed, he took off his shirt as the temperature of the room was a little high. He was about to blow out a candle when he found a note on the night stand. It read, "How did you like my little surprise chotey?" The candles! She must have called the hotel to arrange for this. She just wouldn't stop meddling, would she? he thought a smile stealing into his lips. He decided to humour her and leave them burning. There was no harm, was there?

Arnav was in deep sleep when he heard a scream. He woke up with a start to see Khushi thrashing about, her head rolling from side to side. She mumbled, 'No'..don't touch me.'

He bent over her, grasping her shoulder. He gave her a light shake. 'Khushi wake up. It's just a dream. It's okay. I am here.'

Being this close to her, he couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked in that gown. God! What was he thinking? She'd had a nightmare. Don't touch me. What had she been dreaming about? Or whom?

She stared at him without recognition for a moment, and then the most beautiful smile enlightened her face. 'Arnavji!' she cried, snaking her arms around his neck, 'Thank God it's you!'

She hugged him to herself like she never wanted to let him go. Slowly, Arnav lifted himself from her embrace to look into her eyes. They stared at each other, transfixed.

He had seen her expressions change from fear and anguish, to relief, and then something he didn't dare acknowledge. He lifted his hands to her forehead and gently moved her hair away from her face, as it removing away all her pain.

'It's alright Khushi' he reassured her, his voice a soft whisper, 'I won't let anything happen to you.'

She lifted her face up to his, her eyes luminous as she looked into his searching gaze for a moment before shutting her eyes, her invitation blatant.

His mouth came crushing down on her, months of longing and yearning culminating into a one passionate kiss. The scent of his skin, seemed to invade her senses ---- to fill her being with a harsh and undeniable longing.

One night. One night wasn't too much to ask for a lifetime in which she would have to continue alone, was it? she asked herself desperately. She wanted his warmth, his comfort, his need of her for this night more than any night, to erase painful memories her nightmare had brought back. She knew he didn't love her, but she loved him and that would have to do -----

She found she was kissing him in return with the same vibrant, consuming urgency, her lips parting eagerly to accept the thrust of his tongue.

Arnav's hands shook as he traced the delicate line of her throat and the curve of her shoulder. His palms cupped the soft mounds of her breasts through the dress, his thumb brushing her nipples, piercing her with a shaft of sweet pleasure bordering on pain. His hands then moved down to span her tiny waist, to pull apart the ties at the back of her waist, then moved up slowly to bring the zipper down to the waist.

He slipped his fingers into the neck line, tugging it down until it exposed her lush fullness covered in lace. His dark head bent to her, he kissed the swell of her breasts just above the lace, his mouth like fire against her skin. She felt her body shiver with anguished delight, her hands lifting to twist in the thick, crisp hair at nape of his neck. He peeled the gown down the flat plane of her stomach, down the curve of his hips, until the creamy length of her long legs were revealed to him inch by inch.

His heart constricted at the sight of her dark hair splayed on the pillows, her face flushed with pleasure, her entire body quivering with excitement, her toes curling with pleasure. She was exquisitely beautiful.

Unable to bear the intensity of his perusal, she made a move to cover herself. He held her hands in his and kissed her at the corner of her lips, feathery light kisses that increased the intensity of her heartbeat once again.

She was hardly aware that the caressing hands had stripped away her lacy garments, until he cupped her bare breasts in his hands, lifting them so that his lips could explore their delicate roundness more fully. When his mouth found the peak of one breast, Khushi arched with pleasure. His tongue played across her nipple and shuddering sensations of response soared through her.

Her breath caught in her throat as his mouth left her breasts, feathering kisses down her ribcage, to thrust his tongue into her delectable navel.

Khushi felt she was caught in a dream again, but there was no fear, only an unknown excitement. Then, his lips returned back the way they had come, warming her stomach and once again finding the tip of her breasts.

'Touch me, Khushi ,' he whispered hoarsely, 'I need to feel your hands on me.'

Her hands shook as she reached for him, hands framing his face, feeling the roughness of his jawline, then moved to his broad shoulders, down his biceps, over the sinews of his corded forearms, then back up the same way to rake her fingers down the strong muscles of his back. Pinned against his body, she realized he was completely undressed, she was aware of every bone, muscle and sinew in his taut, virile frame. He was magnificent. Arnav, with the glow of the candles painting his bold features, looked beautiful and strong and utterly masculine.

He knew that if she continued to touch him this way he would lose complete control. He decided to take the control back in his hands.

When he touched her at her silken, molten core, Khushi held his hands in utter shock. He gently yet firmly removed her hands from his and opened her legs to stroke her in a slow rhythmic motion. When she continued to protest, he took her hands in one of his and pinned them over her head. His mouth came down on hers to stem her whimpering. As the intensity of the caress heightened, she felt herself being swept up into a vortex of sensation like she had never known before. He knew when her sensations reached a peak, her body tensing, and then shuddering, she buried her face in his neck, hugging him tightly, as he let go of her hands.

As she floated down from the bewildering sensations that had encumbered her from head to toe, she felt his hard strength between her thighs, seeking her. His hands were beneath her, raising her ---- to give him a smooth access into her.

For a moment, the tautness of her inner muscles resisted him, and a small shocked sob rose in her throat. Arnav bent his head, his mouth closing on hers, stifling the tiny sound, whispering soft words of reassurance as slowly, he coaxed her body to relax again, and yield to him.

Then, he began to move within her, slowly. She didn't know what was happening to her, as the initial pain slowly turned into a sweet pleasure and her hips rose to meet the thrust of his as she matched his rhythm. With every powerful thrust, she seemed to be carried nearer some nameless but attainable goal, driven on by instinct, seeking blindly for some relief from the fierce maelstrom of craving he'd created in her.

She clung to him, fingers digging into his sweat-slicked shoulders, letting her body pulse in time with his, the sudden harshness of her breathing, mingling with his. Every never-ending was vibrating suddenly. She was gasping for breath, her head thrashing wildly from side to side, her words framing words of need ----- of entreaty. She could hear herself moaning, her voice thick, like a stranger's.

Khushi felt a heat engulf her body, flaming out of control as spasms began to course through her, gasping as she felt them build into a crescendo, the fiery ache of release shaking her whole body.

As she fought for breath, for sanity, she heard Arnav's breathing change, quicken hoarsely. She saw him fling back his head suddenly, the muscles in his throat like whipcord, his face strained, almost anguished. Then she felt, like silken fire, the molten reality of his own climax.

They held each other as they floated down from the heights of ecstasy, their breathing slowing down, as their bodies quietened and gave them peace at last.

I LOVE you.

Khushi pressed her mouth to the damp, heated skin of Arnav's shoulder, damming the words which rang in her head, and sang in her heart. Words she realized she could not tell him ---- ever.

They slept in each other's arms, spent, like two perfect souls, made for each other.

Khushi woke up the next morning, her body delightfully sore. She closed her eyes as memories of the previous night came crashing back to her. In the harsh day light, the events of the previous night presented a completely different picture.

'Khushi, we have to talk,' Arnav sat at the coffee table holding a cup, 'Please get dressed.'

Khushi was relieved that she had some time before she could face Arnav. His tone had sounded a little clipped earlier. She knew there were so many things left unsaid between them. This complicated matters. Khushi showered quickly and came out dressed in her pink anarkali suit. She sat on the bed quietly and braced herself.

'You know we will be going back to Delhi today. I have decided that our marriage will no longer be temporary. I will be responsible for you and will provide you with all the comforts for the rest of your life. I will have every right over you. And remember that you belong only to me. Do you understand?'

Khushi went cold after listening to Arnav. Hey Devi Maiyaa! A permanent marriage? How was she going to survive this marriage without love!

i would love that :) you write beautifully :)

Thank you Ashna! I was wondering how this one would be received. I would definitely like to continue with another one some time soon... ...you have mentioned about realization of love... that is something that I will definitely think about... but it will be a tricky one :-)

U WRITE BEAUTIFULLY!!!

IT HAS BEEN WONDERFUL...THE WHOLE FF!

BUT CAN'T BELIEVE IT IS ENDING😭

But y u end it & the MU is still not cleared. I thought they will return 2 RM as love birds. I would have prefer if they both had confess their feelings and all the misunderstanding clears and Khushi had 4give him.

Mayb u can have a epiloque 2 conclude the story.

Sorry this is just my random thought no heart feelings.