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Chapter 11: Researcher has been researched
Arnav Singh Raizada observed his wife as she danced amongst the children, it was clear to him that she was avoiding him, she slipped into the room when he was sleeping, cleverly avoided touching him during dinner, answered his questions with simple nods or other movements off the head and so as a result of all that he began to court her properly this time, hoping to get some sort of reaction. After all he had scared her into a corner and was refusing to come out so every day since that night he bought her flowers, from the average chrysanthemum to the more exotic Agapanthus, or more commonly known as the African lily but still she would cower away, her fingers would brush past his and then she would thank him turn away and march to the vase that was set in their dining table. That was all, there was no other conversation made, it seemed there was nothing more to say but he ached to hear her voice, after that night of her refusal it seemed as though the air between them was tightening itself with a thin band, getting tighter and tighter till the damn burst.
And today it had.
He had walked in casually from work and today in his hands were common amazon lilys, he hoped to see his wife busy humming away, and he had decided to crack the ice, grow some balls and actually speak to her, use the Arnav Singh Raizada technique ' anything but she just had to talk to him.
But noticing she wasn't around he asked his sister where she was and was told that she was teaching a young of group girls kathak, to say Arnav was furious was an understatement so now she was spending time outside of the house? Who is she hiding from? Was the real question?
So he had asked for the location and stormed off to find her, and upon reaching the studio he found that his wife was more elegant in her dance moves then she was in life, she seemed to be graceful in the kitchen but when it came to walking down the stairs she needed the A&E at hand.
'Bitter Raizada very bitter' His gushy side told him but the other side, the side that was starved and thirsty said he was doing the right thing.
The music stopped and it seemed the children as well as his beloved wife had noticed his present
"Bacha party aaj khatam we shall do more tomorrow"
"Like hell you will do more tomorrow" He said, his voice a cruel torment to her nerves.
The kids looked shocked, they glanced from Arnav to Khushi and back and forth till Khushi told them that let tomorrow come and then they shall see, satisfied with that answer the kids left together excited for what tomorrow would bring them.
"So you're finally talking to me" He rhetorically asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about" She said and begun to take off her heavy payals.
"Teach Me," He told her
"Teach you what?" She asked.
"How to dance" He said it as if it were to obvious as he shrugged out off the jacket and waistcoat rolled up his sleeves and called her with his hands.
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Khushi realised that enough was enough, she was attracted to him yes, she felt a need to satisfy both his and her crave but that school girl self-consciousness was eating her alive, no one knew that every time she looked in the mirror or every time she showered she felt so ashamed, she felt less womanly each time, she didn't feel human, more like a ghosted shadow of what had happened. And it was this thought that was eating her alive, perhaps he would turn away after seeing her hideous scars? But today she realised when he came looking for her that all this was not necessary, all this running and hiding, he seemed to appreciate her, like her, and seemed just attracted to her as she was to him so why not move it forward?
Well today was the day. Today would be there union.
So she decided to be at her boldest and best after all he liked that didn't he?
"Actually I want to show you something" She said
Arnav suddenly felt cautious, what was she playing at? she seemed to change her moods faster than a chameleon could change colour.
"okay" he said slowly
Khushi changed the song from Rahet Fateh Ali Khans beautiful ghazal to one with sultry soft tones, and immediately Arnav was on guard as she stepped in front of him.
"I went to a club with a dear friend off mine in London, we had just passed and she wanted to celebrate so we went out, she was asked to dance and she danced rather closely to the man" she coughed "I wanted to do something like that" Looking up from her toes she seemed to have Arnavs full attention, however that done little to soothing her nerves and more to flaming that fire that was engraved so deep within her.
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Arnav immediately understood what it was, after all he had experienced that act many times as a bachelor and now he would experience it again? his mind wondered.
Khushi turned, their eyes met in the mirrored wall as her hair sashayed down her back, she arched her back towards him bringing her derriere into close proximity of his manhood, she took one step back and they fused together. His arms went around her just right tummy his thumbs running smooth circles across the exposed flesh, and her hands went to his lower arms, holding herself steady as she begun to softly move to the music.
Her buttock moved in soft smooth motions and Arnavs breathing became foreign to him as he felt her move down and up, he begun to mutter harsh profanities under his breath as she moved herself further into him, Arnav tried to hold onto the last straw of control but even that became exceedingly difficult as she took her lower lip into her mouth.
That was it.
The final straw had been pulled.
It had to happen, right here right now.
He turned her swiftly and pushed her against the mirrors making her eyes widen in surprise and soon the seducer was becoming the seduced as he took her lower lip in between his own.
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Khushi didn't know what to do, this really and truly was her first kiss. Ever. She was confused, she didn't know how to respond but this response was buried deep innately in every woman and it took the right man to dig it up, in Khushi's case Arnav was the right man and soon she was responding with equal passion having learnt quickly from the master, her legs coiled themself around his waist as her fingers met his hair bringing him closer to herself.
They pulled apart, both breathing as deeply as the other, eyes met, foreheads rested against each other and Arnav smiled into the next kiss, taking full advantage of her newly found skill Khushi soon began to make him dance to her tunes but little did she know that Arnav was a bag of tricks, his fingers slid to her back trying to get to the dori but she pulled apart.
"Not here, please, I don't want our first time to be in a dingy studio" she pleaded him.
In his haste to make love to her he had completely forgotten they were still in the studio, he looked around and was glad no one had come in, after all what had just transpired between the two definitely wasn't very quiet.
Lowering her to the floor he stole another kiss, promising to finish what they had started as his lips moved in rhythm to hers.
Gathering all his stuff he fished his pockets for his keys, opening the door for her he lead her out being the gentleman he was raised to be.
They drove in silence whilst her fingers stayed with his, and he found comfort in that, an invasion of warmth that he could get accustomed to.
Khushi suddenly noticed their surroundings as the car stopped and asked
"This isn't home" She said.
"I know, I don't want our first time to be at home" He said.
"Oh" She uttered, that same blush he had missed for so long began to climb its way up her neck as they walked to the door he had a sudden urge to follow that blush with his lips.
'easy Raizada' he muttered under his breath.
"Welcome to apartment 12A, I had bought this when I was doing my fashion business degree, I needed time away from the house then" He told her "Its all stacked with food, a lovely garden, a fantastic view and not to mention extremely large bed" He added the 'bed' bit in on purpose, hr knew it would fluster her.
Or so he thought, Khushi however heard the word 'food' and tuned everything out, her feet moving to their own accord to the tiny kitchen. Her fingers fumbled with the light switch and found her husband right behind her, she jumped in her own skin.
"I'm famished" He told her, his eyes a tell-tale to what kind of food he wanted to eat. And it was their fifth kiss that was shared between the two that night, however this one was slightly different, it was a tender re-union of the two lips as if they had been apart for too long and soon the kiss evolved to something else entirely.
Khushi hitched her legs around his waist as he lifted her for a second time that evening, his fingers soon trespassing down to her navel and further as he cupped her boldly between the legs.
He unraveled the saree and left it there in the kitchen as he guided her towards the awaiting bed. His fingers seemed to trespass further into her blouse as he undone the dori and the little hooks and it gave way.
'treacherous thing' Khushi huffed, and immediately stilled as his lips went south but halted.
"Khushi what the f***?" He questioned as he fingered the deep scar that was in the valley of her breasts and soon his eyes began to notice every other scar on her body, there were small scars and then there were larger ones and it seemed he answered his own question himself.
"Those ba*****" He swore.
Khushi still had her eyes closed she couldn't see those eyes change from love to disgust, this is what she was scared off.
"Khushi look at me" He said "Jaan please" He pleaded his lips moving to her eyes and the next second she opened them.
"Please don'- her sentence remained unfinished as Arnav assaulted her lips yet again that night.
"As if I could ever" He told her "Ohh whats this"
'This' was a tattoo in Urdu, it read 'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind' she had decided to get it when she moved out, feeling her rage needed to be directed towards something and 'this' was that something. The tattoo wasn't large at all, it was elegantly scripted under her arm and as Arnav fingered it he wondered what it said, voicing his question be received a peal of laughter in return.
"It says 'an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind"
"Why in Urdu?"
She shrugged "It seemed more poetic and meaningful"
"Aahh" he nodded with understanding "Well I think its sexy" and saying so he bent down to kiss it, dropping feather light kisses everywhere. He had her in his hands like putty in a childs, he kissed her everywhere, tore off the petticoat and what was left of her clothing and begun to kiss her again, he soon left her to shed himself off his own bearings and met her back in the center of the bed.
Tonight was Arnavs night as he took her with his strikes, whilst he kissed the tears that rose and murmured tender words assuring her that it would pass and when she began moving of her own accord he drove them both to the peaks as they climbed that little step together and melted into each others arms reaching that 'death' that centered around a married couples life.
So as he kissed her hair in the after math and took her into his arms Khushi could have never been happier.
And indeed the researcher has been researched
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-Aashifa
Edited by curledup - 13 years ago
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