OS: Mischief Managed - Bedroom

Arnav hurried to his bedroom and took out his clothes from the cupboard. He had a meeting to attend in half an hour and he was running late. Removing his pullover and trousers, he rushed into the bathroom for a quick shave.

Khushi entered the bedroom and saw his clothes lying on the bed. She made a grumpy face. So he has a meeting once again! She complained to herself. These days, he had been so busy with his work that he hadn't been able to devote any time towards her. And Khushi didn't like the lack of attention towards her any more. She heard water splashing in the bathroom and knew he was inside.

She had to do something. She wasn't going to give up that easily.

She looked around the room and saw his maroon coloured shirt lying on the bed. An idea flashed into her mind and her eyes glinted with mischief.

Arnav finished trimming the last inch of his stubble beneath his chin. He looked at himself in the mirror. It was perfect. Happy with his work, he bent down to splash water on his face, when he suddenly heard someone clearing their throat at the door. He turned his head towards the right to see the person's face.

What he saw was enough to pop out his eyes.

There standing in front of him was Khushi, wearing only his maroon shirt that he was supposed to wear for the meeting. Her hair lay open and fell on her shoulders, a few strands covering the sides of her face. He could see her bare thighs as the shirt only covered the mid of it. She was leaning seductively on the doorframe, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Arnavvv..." she purred out huskily to turn him on. Just the mere sight of him standing in front of her, only in his boxers was driving her senses crazy. She could see the clean bowled look on his face and she smiled to herself at her first victory.

For a minute, he had forgotten the entire universe around him. It was as if only she existed for him. To say that she looked gorgeous in his shirt was an understatement. She had captivated all his senses, making his body cry out for her, to feel those tantalizing curves with his own hands. But his mind brought him back to reality. No Arnav, you have a meeting in a few minutes. She cannot tempt you. He convinced himself.

"Khushi! Now it isn't the time for this. I'm running late for a meeting. Can we do this later in the night?" he asked her politely. For a second, he saw disappointment flash on her face. And he felt his heart break seeing her like this because he himself had wanted her right now, at this moment. But his work was more prioritised.

And then the next second he saw a renewed passionate fire blazing in her eyes. The one that wouldn't extinguish so soon.

"You have been telling me 'later in the night' for the past three days. But when you return home, you are busy with your laptop preparing reports and then, you are too tired and fall asleep without even glancing at me." She complained with a huge frown on her face.

"Please Khushi, I promise you today's night. Now please can you give me my shirt back?" he begged her, worrying about the meeting.

"I don't need your false promises and I'm not going to return your shirt." She winked at him mischievously, before stepping backwards. She knew the lion was soon going to chase its prey and she had wanted this all along.

"Give me my shirt!" he growled at her before stepping forward in her direction.

"No, I won't give you. If you want it, you have to get it for yourself." She said grinning as she quickened her steps backwards. She knew he would pounce on her any moment from now.

She saw him striding towards her and she turned around instantly and ran towards the other side of the room, giggling with laughter at seeing him miss his aim.

He looked at her with amusement in his eyes as she scampered to the other end of the room. Seeing her filled with excitement, he immediately realized she had wanted this all along. And now, he was very well going to play along with her.

"You can't catch me!" she exclaimed like a small kid as she ran on top of the bed and started jumping on it playfully.

"Oh Dear! Yes I can!" he declared victoriously as he made a dash for her. But she was too quick for him. She ran from the bed towards the cupboard.

He saw her frame near the cupboard, panting with excitement, holding her sides suppressing her laughter. He had enough of this game. He would put an end to it once and for all. For a second, he analysed her previous moves and he knew what was to be done.

He ran towards her. But this time, when she dashed out towards her left, he suddenly grasped her arm and pulled her towards him, crashing his torso with hers. He tightly gripped her waist, as she struggled to free herself from his grip.

"I caught you!" he whispered huskily into her ears, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She rested her palms on his bare chest and relaxed her body. She was dying to feel this from the past three days and now she was going to enjoy every single bit of it.

Slowly gliding her hands to his masculine broad shoulders, she leaned forward closer to his ears, standing tip-toed, brushing her feminine curves against his rock hard chest. "You can have your shirt now." She purred into his ears biting his earlobe in the process.

Feeling her soft body against his, which he had been dying to feel for the past three days was now driving his body crazy. And now her lips on his ears weren't helping his raging hormones. He pulled away her face from his to see her desire filled eyes, her luscious lips quivering with anticipation. Not breaking his eye contact, he gently lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his leg, caressing the soft sides of her thigh, grinding his pelvis against hers.

He saw her close her eyes, enjoying every bit of him on her skin.

His hands slowly glided up and back to caress her bottom. She could feel the heat rising on her cheeks as he gave it a squeeze. Blushing crimson red, she enveloped her hands around his neck, seeking his body's support for her weakening knees.

As he explored his fingers, he popped out his eyes with shock, before it slowly turned into a wicked smirk.

"I see you haven't worn your lingerie, have you?" he asked winking at her flushed face.

She could feel him completely aroused by now. She bent forward to place a light peck on his lips.

"You know, I was thinking," she said casually, "Why don't we make this game even?" she said biting her lip, before her hands slid down his neck, to his waist. And slowly and steadily, she slid down his boxers, causing him to smirk at her all the more.

"Khushi Singh Raizada! I'm impressed." He whispered before he stepped out from his boxers and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to their bed.

Laying her down, he hovered himself atop her, placing warm kisses all over her body, unbuttoning his shirt that she wore. She couldn't stop running her fingers wildly in his hair as she felt his lips all over her. She moaned out his name in pleasure as he teased and tickled her with his tongue.

Just when it was getting all heated up, they heard Arnav's phone ring.

"What the eff!" he exclaimed as he saw Aman's number flash on the screen. Reluctantly, he picked up the call.

"Yes Aman." He said hoarsely, as Khushi continued to explore her hands all over his body.

"Sir, the meeting is about to begin in ten minutes. I called you to remind about it. Akash Sir is waiting for you." Aman said on the other end of the phone.

Sheesh! He had forgotten all about the meeting.

Seeing his worried expressions, she began stroking his stubble, relaxing those tensed muscles on his face.

"What happened?" she whispered to him.

"Meeting!" he replied covering the phone with his hand.

"Give it to me!" she whispered taking the phone from his hand.

"Hello Amanji! Arnav Sir is in a very important meeting right now. I'm sure Akash Jiju can handle it. You can understand right?" she said winking at Arnav's face.

"What!" he exclaimed animatedly, before she pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him.

Perfectly understanding the matter, Aman replied with a huge grin. "No worries, Ma'am. I'm sure Akash Sir will handle it." He said before disconnecting the phone.

She dumped the phone on the table, before she satisfyingly explored his body, not breaking apart from the passionate kiss, she had been longing for since those damned three days.

Her mischief was managed and she was going to enjoy every single bit of it and everyone else could wait to get hold of Arnav. For now, he was exclusively hers.

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