SS Because I Love You... PART 13+14 WARNING 16+ - Page 7

I'm guessing he will ask Nani & Di for help in getting her to go to the fashion show!! I really don't know & the suspense is killing me so plz update soon. Loving this side of Arnav brilliant. Plz update really really soon :) x

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loved all the parts

And I'm back with Part 5! Unfortunately, nobody guessed it right, but don't worry, part 6 is already half written, I'll try and do that as quickly as possible! Once again, thanks you so much for your kidns comments and support. :)

Chapter 5

Khushi tip toed to her room, peeking inside to make sure her love lorn husband was not in there before stepping in. The past two-three days had been crazy, with Arnav following her around everywhere like a lost puppy, refusing to go to the office, and sneeking around her kissing her when he thought the family wasn't looking. Khushi was fighting a loosing battle with her heart. As much as she knew the right thing to do would be to teach the Laad Governer a lesson by leaving him for good, she secretly enjoyed all the attention she was getting from Arnav.

Enough Khushi! She told herself. Don't forget what he did to you! Her eyes almost always immediately welled up thinking of Arnav's assumption about her. How could anybody be so callous as to jump to conclusions like that and not even bother to double check if it is even true or not!

No sooner had she taken a few steps into the room that she felt familiarly strong arms being wounded around her waist from behind. "Trying to escape, are we." Arnav placed his chin on her shoulder.

Khushi raised her hands to try and pry his arms off, but changed her mind the next instant. She knew it was easier to get rid of him if she just ignored his attempts to provoke her.

Arnav died a little inside every time Khushi gave up her fight like that. He had spent the past two days desperately trying to get her to react. Sometimes, he would feel as if his Khushi was coming back to him, but the very next moment she would withdraw again. Even when he'd snuck into the kitchen and pushed her back against the kitchen counter and started kissing and ravishing her neck and jawline a lost man at desert who'd found an oasis, she had just stood still, and let him have his way with her. His heart sank every time she refused to meet him in the eye, but he was determined to get his feisty wife back.

Arnav slowly turned her around by the shoulders and placed a ticket in her hand. "What's this?" Khushi simply asked, not even bothering to look up at him.

"Passes," Arnav used his finger to lift her chin, but she looked away. "AR is launching a new clothes line. These are VIP passes for our fashion show tomorrow night."

Khushi looked up at him incredulously. "And what made you think I'd want to go to your stupid fashion show? Hum kahi nahin ja rahe." She braced herself for all the possible arguments that would follow.

But instead, Arnav just sighed dejectedly and shrugged. "Theek hain. Main baki sab se pooch leta hoon."

Khushi stared at his retreating back, a little let down that he had not tried to convince her. Wait disappointed? No! Suspicious, Khushi. Yes, suspicious. Must be some ploy of his to make me feel guilty so I would go. Well he's not going to succeed. Hmph!

She went around folding the laundry and arranging the clothes back in their shelves. Putting the last of Arnav's shirts into his closet, Khushi gently ran her hands on his jackets. She thought back to the days before her jiji's wedding, when Arnav had suddenly softened towards her. A single tear drop flowed down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. If only you'd trusted me, Arnavji, she thought longingly.

"Khushi?" it was Payal.

Khushi smiled. "Haan jiji?"

"Khushi!!!!" Payal squeeled, "Tumhe pata hai kal AR ka fashion show hai?"

Khushi face dropped. "Haan jiji. Par hum nahi ja rahe hain."

Payal looked at her quizzically. "Arre, yeh kya baat hui? Salman Khan se milne ke mauka aur hamari Sanka Devi gawa rahi hai?"

"KYA?!" Khushi's head snapped up at the mention of Salman Khan. Arnavji hadn't mentioned anything about that? Oh wait, I said no before he could tell me about it…

"Haan Khushi, tuhe pata nahi? Salman Khan bhi aa rahe hain. Woh kya kehte hain…show stopper. Show stopper banne. Arnavji ne khaas unhe invite kiya, tumhare liye. Unhone tumhe bataya nahi?" Payal knew this would rile her little sister up.

"Nahi to…."

"Achha, lagta hai who tumhe surprise dena chahte the. Really Khushi, tum bahut lucky ho. Arnavji tumse bahut pyaar karte hain." Payal patted her cheek fondly and left.

A thousand daggers pierced Khushi's heart. If only he did, jiji, she thought. If only he did. In any case, she was not going to sacrifice her dreams for that Laad Gov…Arnav Singh Raizada anymore. She decided that she would go to the fashion show, enjoy herself, and show him that she didn't need him to keep her happy.

Khushi walked towards the poolside where Arnav was working on his laptop, determination evident in her stride. She thrust her hand out in his face. "Hume who passes dijiye."

Arnav's smiled even before looking up at her. "What was that she had once said? Yeah! Ab aayi truck pul ke neeche!" he thought to himself.

"Kyon? I thought you didn't want to go?" he enquired casually, though his heart was doing somersaults.

"Aap de rahe hain ki nahi?" Khushi didn't want to answer any of his questions, lest she accidentally gave away more than she intended to. Arnav silently pulled out the passes and put them in her hands. Khushi turned around to leave, but stopped for a second. "Yeh mat sochiyega ki hum aapke liye aa rahe hain. Hum apne Salmanji ko dekhne aa rahe hain."

With that, she walked, smiling at the passes with childlike excitement. Arnav shook his head, smiling. "Pagal…" he said to himself.

Precap: How will the fashion show go? Will Khushi's attitude towards Arnav change?

Hmm...so that was that. By the way. How many of you fainted after watching Arnav work out last night? I actually dreamt about it in my sleep O.o"

Awesome do continue pm when done thanks :)

Cool update!

read all the four parts in one go, loved the story. please update soon the next part.

Hello all you wonderful forumwasis! I have two pieces of good news and one piece of bad news...

1. Part 6 is up, and its long. Like really long. Really really long. Like 4 pages on a words document. And its full of romantic Arhi.

2. I won't be able to update tomorrow, so the next time I update will be late Monday morning. Sorry!

3. Part 7 will have loads of hot, naughty, romantic Arhi! Patience, my children. Patience always bears fruit.

Part 6

Khushi stood in front of the mirror with a red and black saree on one hand and a peach pink saree in the other. She knew she had to look presentable today. It was the first time she'd be introduced as Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada publically. Wait, what?! No! She had to look because she was meeting Salman Khan. That's all. Nothing else.

"Wear the the red and black one." Khushi hadn't noticed Anjali enter the room. Anjali walked over to her surprised sister-in-law. She took the red saree from Khushi's hand and put it across her shoulder, admiring how the colour complimented her complemented her skin tone. Indeed, her brother was one lucky man. "Wear this one, Khushiji, it's Chotte's favourite colour, I'm sure he'd appreciate it on you…" Anjali realized Khushi's face had suddenly gone pale at the mention of Arnav.

"Waise, Chotte toh aapse itna pyaar karte hain ki aap unhe har rang mein achhi lagti hongi, na?" she teased. Khushi reluctantly smiled at her mislead sister-in-law.

After Anjali left, Khushi went around getting ready. As she wrapped her saree around herself, she began to wonder if her judgement of Arnav was wrong.

If he really thought I was out to destroy his sister's life, he couldn't have easily hired a contract killer or a kidnapper to get rid of me for good. Then why did he marry me? Because he wanted you in front on him 24X7 so he could torture you, you fool!

He said he loved me. Before Jiji's wedding, he did behave…strangely. He was a lot softer and caring. He bought me bangles. He helped me serve the guests. Was all that because…No! He was only playing around with you! That's what he always does. Like Diwali. He makes you feel loved, then brings your hopes down. He loves to see you suffer. It's all his game!

He said Shyam told him I loved him too that's why he reacted that way…how many times have I not fallen prey to that slime ball's sweet talks. Even, Amma, Buaji and Babuji! So maybe Arnavji is no exception as well…but he didn't even bother talking to me about it…he just assumed…

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. "Khushi? Can I come in?" It was Arnav. Khushi quickly checked herself in the mirror. Her hair, saree and makeup was done, she just needed to put on her jewellery. "Ji." She called out as she put her mangalsutra and sindoor on.

Arnav walked into his room to find a sight which left his mouth agape. There she was, his beautiful wife, dressed in his two favourite colours, red and black, looking like….like…like…he couldn't find words to describe her anymore.

Khushi, who had by now noticed Arnav staring at her, started squirming under his intense gaze. Still, Arnav never lifted his eyes off her. Instead, he slowly walked towards her, a predator stalking his prey. Khushi as usual, tried to mave back, except this time she already was trapped to the dressing table. Arnav walked up to her until they were standing nose to nose.

Khushi tried desperately to find something else to catch her attention, for she knew she'd be a goner the moment her eyes locked onto his. Suddenly, she felt his hands brush her arms. Looking up, she saw that he had brought his arms around her shoulders as if she was going to hug her.

Khushi closed her eyes, begging God to save what little was left of her sanity. She expected the warmth of his arms to engulf her, and to feel his hard chest against her softer one. Instead, all she felt was the feeling of his fingers flitting across her back. Half relieved and half disappointed, she opened her eyes, and looked towards her back, then realized that she had left her doris undone and that Arnav was doing them. She looked back up to Arnav, who seemed to be observing her very carefully. She quickly looked away and balled up her fists so as to prevent herself from giving into the sinful need to nudge herself further into his arms.

Arnav bit back a smile of triumph when he saw disappointment flash across her face. "Aha! Caught you, Mrs. Raizada…" he mentally fist-pumped the air. "You looked beautiful today…" he murmured into her ear before placing a soft kiss to the side of her neck just below the ear. Khushi tried not to jerk at his touch and just scrunched her eyes shut, refusing to say anything.

When he was finished with her doris, Arnav stepped back to assess his work, and decided that he loved it. His favourite part was the deep blush on her cheeks from his proximity. Smirking victoriously, he held out his hand for her. Khushi knew better than to deny him her hand. Her family was in a very good mood today, and she didn't want them suspecting or being disappointed.

The drive to the show was a quiet affair. Arnav had very intelligently sent the entire family off first, leaving just him and Khushi together. But our dear ASR fell into his own trap this time, for having a sinfully beautiful Khushi next to him in his car as they through the cold, dark streets of Delhi made him want to pull over at a random spot, throw her in the back seat and make love to her right there and then.

Focus, he told himself. Focus. Gripping the steering wheel hard so that his hands wouldn't be free to roam over to her side, he drove to the venue as quickly as possible.

Khushi, on the other hand, was silently cursing herself for letting herself become weak. What is wrong you Khushi! Look at him now, he's holding the steering wheel as if he'd break it off. You're just lucky he isn't accusing you of being a gold digger again, or ordering you to get out in the middle of nowhere. Ugh!

When they reached the hotel where the show was to be held, Arnav swiftly got out of his seat and walked over the side to help Khushi out. "Normally toh seedha nahi chal pati hai pata nahi sari mein kaise chalegi…" murmured to himself.

As Arnav and Khushi walked into the hall, they were greeted by their family, who was eagerly waiting for them. "Khushiji, hum chahte hain to aaj aap Chhotte ke saath show ke end mein stage par chale, aakhir duniya ko bhi pata chale, ki Mrs. Raizada kaun hai, kyun?" Anjali beamed at her, and secretly winked at her brother.

"Par hum…woh…hum kaise…" Khushi was not ready to face the world as Arnav's wife yet.

"Khushi don't worry…I'll be right next to you…" Arnav protectively slid his arm around her waist.

Khushi glared at him before stepping aside. "Di, agar AAP kehti hain to theek hai…" she stated,pointedly looking at Arnav as if telling him her intentions. Arnav gulped, swallowing the thick sorrow rising in his throat. Soon, he promised himself. Soon will come the day when she will herself walk to me.

The show went on smoothly , save the part when Salman Khan walked onto stage. Anjali and Payal had to literally pin Khushi to her seat with both arms to stop her from hauling herself onto stage. Arnav, who was observing his lady love from the side of the stage, couldn't help but grin at her foolish antiques.

Soon, it was time for Khushi to join Arnav on stage. Nervously, Khushi gripped Arnav left arm for support as they stepped into the limelight. Instictively, Arnav put his left arm around her waist, holding her securely to himself, while his right hand came out to hold her left one firmly. As the world oohed and aahed at the beautiful couple in front of them, the love birds couldn't get their eyes of each other. They spoke volumes through their silence. Confessions, apologies, forgiveness, love, need, lust, admiration, respect, trust, everything.

Slowly, Arnav lead a trembling Khushi backstage again. Unfortunately or fortunately, they were stuck in the narrow passageway connecting the changing room to the main stage as all the models had locked the changing rooms door from the inside and they couldn't go back onto the stage either since its lights had been switched off, making it impossible to see anything.

Arnav moped around in the dark for his phone so he could contact Aman to get them out of there, but instead his hand landed on Khushi's. "Shit! Khushi! She's afraid of the dark," he suddenly recalled.

As if on cue, he heard a hoarse whisper. "Arnavji?"

Arnav immediately stepped forward to console her. Switching on his mobile, he saw that Khushi was standing a foot away from him, leaning onto the wall behind her for support. He lost his whatever sense he had in the innocent and fearful eyes, which were now calling him to her. "Arnavji, ab kya hoga?" her frightened voice did nothing to help turn him off.

"Shh Khushi," his husky voice comforted her as he stepped closer, trapping her between the wall and himself, before running his hands up and down her arms to calm her down.

Khushi shuddered at his touch. The mere fact that this man, so strong that he was capable of snapping her into two, could actually display such tender care and affection, made desire drip from the very core of her existence.

Arnav moved one hand up her shoulder and neck to cup the back of her head, while the other wound itself tightly around her waist. Khushi gasped when she realized what he intended to do. She tried to struggle from his grip, but a little too late. His lips were already a breath away from hers. Arnav tilted his head so that their lips could meet in a perfect fit, before gently pressing his mouth on hers.

Khushi hands, which till that point were trying to push his chest off hers, were now tangling themselves in his hair, trying to get him closer. That was all the encouragement Arnav needed to proceed further and engage her mouth and tongue in a love duel.

The kiss was not demanding, or franctic, or hard. Instead, his open lips lingered on tops of hers so that their breaths mingled and the tips of their tongues collided. Ever so gently, Arnav tilted her head back further so that he could probe her mouth with his tongue. Khushi let out a soft whimper, not knowing how to react to the rapid dissolving of her senses.

The click of a door being unlocked broke the magic spell as both of them frantically pulled apart and set themselves right. The model who had opened the door apologized for locking them out and ushered them in. Khushi ran in without bothering to wait for Arnav, while Arnav stood rooted to the spot to calm his nerves…and other parts of his body…before heading towards the reception party.

Meanwhile, Khushi had been found all flustered and confused by Payal in the ladies room, and was being dragged across the party by her to where Salman Khan, the chief guest stood. Khushi quickly composed herself, and folded her hands in a Namaste as Aakash introduced her.

"Aha, so you are Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada…" Mr. Khan smiled warmly.

Khushi blushed involuntarily. "Ji, hum Khushi Kumari Gupta…"

"Singh Raizada." Arnav, who had just walked into the party, completed it for her. Khushi turned an even darker shade of red when she realized that Arnav was smirking and giving her a knowing look.

"You are, indeed, very lucky Mr. Raizada, sirf kismet waalon ko milti hai itni khoobsurat biwi."

Arnav surged with pride. He took Khushi's hand in his and kissed it softly. "You're right, Mr. Khan. I am the luckiest man on the planet."

Khushi heartbeat accelerated, and she pulled her hand back in an attempt to bring it down to a normal level. "And you are no less lucky Mrs. Raizada. Your husband must love you a lot. He literally barged into my office and begged me to come here tonight, just for you."

Khushi just gaped at the two men in front of her. Seriously? Arnav Singh Raizada? Begged? For me? But why? I mean I know why…or at least I think I do…but still…Khushi was so lost in her confused thoughts that she didn't even realize when the party ended and when it was time to go home…

Precap: Arnav and Khushi are driving home. Arnav suddenly slams the brakes. Oh God…now what…

Yup, that was that. Sorry, I know timeline was a little bit inconsistent, but I was trying to shorten this piece by cutting out unnecessary parts. Hope ya liked it, though! Cheers! :D

loved the long romantic update, waiting to read the next part.