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Part 1 and 2: page 1
Part 3: page 7
Part 3 extended: page 9
Part 4: Page 12
Part 5 and 6: Page 14
Part and 8 7: Page 15
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The story starts when Arnav and Khushi return back to RM after spending a week at GH. I would like to take a spin on the story to bring in a little more affection, maturity and calmness to their relationship as well as help clear the MU in a sensible manner.
This past week, Arnav has been more relaxed and calmer. His time at the Gupta house, with his in-laws and neighbours has been an eye opener. Such simpletons. So much love and care amongst everyone. He too was becoming a part of them.
The children were loving him for fixing their toys and Buaji was loving his teasing of Khushi. Only he could match up to her Sanka Devi!! It had been a peaceful week for him, apart from all of Khushi's pranks. Overall, he saw the innocence of this family and particularly Khushi. How she was loved by all the neighbours. He even managed to pick up a few stories about Khushi's childhood from Garima and Buaji. She has always been the lioness. Always up for a challenge and so talented. So many trophies from so many competitions. He felt proud of her.
She too was calmer and not as antagonistic toward him. She watched how he was settling into her neighbourhood and how he was learning to cope without his luxuries and accepting the way things were in this part of town. She was most grateful to the respect he accorded her family and particularly for the afternoons he spent with her Babuji reading the newspaper aloud for him. He was almost the son Babuji never had.
PART 1
The ride back home was somber. Khushi was quiet and Arnav noticed her sadness and her teary eyes. It was almost like she just had her wedding "vidai" and was leaving her family and home behind. Arnav remained quiet and allowed Khushi her space, but he so wanted to let her know that he was there and that she was safe and not alone.
Casually he allowed his hand to glide onto Khushi's lap and into her hand. His fingers gently caressed her soft hands before he humbly and reassuringly squeezed her hand. Khushi was electrified! She felt a streak of lightning pierce through body and stared at him. How dare he!! She was just short of saying "What the!!!!"...but instead she saw a soft smile on his face and her heart melted away. She was mesmerised, confused, elated, angry, happy, shocked...everything! So many mixed feeling from just a simple touch. Her heart beating faster and louder... but ever so gently Arnav's hand re-affirmed his warmth and she settled down. Almost hesitantly, she responded to his touch and allowed her finger to embrace his... and with this..there was an unspoken calmness between them. The remainder of the ride home was blissful. Oh..how he had always dreamt of this. Him driving forever with her beside her, hand in hand.
Khushi looked down at his grip. Such manly strong hands, yet so gentle. She watched every moved he made. A sweet nudge on the finger or a tickle in the palm or a lock of the fingers and she willing reciprocated. It almost became a little game and Khushi unbeknownst to her was liking this new sweet challenge of their finger game. She smiled almost every time she felt she'd won a point or outdone him on any of his moves. Her mood changed. She became playful. Arnav was loving every moment of this. He even started to drive slower, hoping this moment would last forever. But alas they arrived at the RM and Khushi broke away from his spell as the sound of his brakes.
Time stood still for a moment as they both stared into each others eyes... almost heart broken that their play has to stop. Arnav smiled and motioned Khushi with his eyes to let go of his hand so he could get out of the car. It was his typical..."oh really..." smile. Khushi meanwhile now embarrassed that she had clutched his hand with both hers...gave an almost shy but almost guilty smile back. It was like she had been caught cheating. One hand against two!! But rather than letting go, she gave ASR a rather naughty look, almost teasing him that she was about to pull a hat trick on him and with this...she raised his hand to her velvety pink lips and kissed it...all the while never breaking eye contact with him. Arnav gulped!! His throat had became dry. He could not believe what just happened there. He was stunned. What a shocker!! As he tried to process the scene, his feelings and all the bells ringing in his head, Khushi unbuckled her seat belt and ran into the house. Scared, flustered but also ecstatic. What did she do? Whats got into her?
She frantically rang the door bell thinking ASR will come huffing behind her to shout at her. OP opened the door.
HP: Khushji? Welcome back.
K: Namaste HP. Ap theek ho?
HP: Ji Bilkul. Arnav babu nay aye?
K: Vo gadi se saaman nikal rahe he.
HP goes to help Arnav.
Khushi rushes in loudly announcing her return. She paces around the house to see where everyone was, but OP informs her that they have all gone to the mandir for a pooja hosted by one of Mamiji's friends and that they will be back after dinner. Slightly disappointed, because she was so eager to see Nani and Anjaliji and particularly her Jiji, she made way to her room. HP followed in with their luggage and she asked him to leave it on the side, saying that she will unpack it herself. As he left the room, Khushi opened her bag and began to put her clothes onto the hangers in the cupboard. She was almost done hanging her last suit, when she heard the door shut behind her.
Instantly, she froze. She could feel his presence. A sharp chill shot up her spin and her stomach churned in fear. She closed her eyes and hoped...hoped for this moment to end. She was scared that he will shout at her...but there was silence. The silence was killing her. She opened her eyes, but did not have the courage to turn around. She had no idea what was going to happen next. She was facing the cupboard. There was no where to run. Left or right, if she moved, she knew he could pounce on her. She was a sitting duck. Live bait!!
Every second felt like an eon. Suddenly she heard him come closer. By now, she could feel him behind her. The warmth from his body all around her. His heavy breath on her shoulder .His musky scent. Khushi could feel her whole body tense up with his every breath. She bit her lip and prayed to her Devi Maiya!!
Arnav: Khushi?
K: mmm?
A: Look at me?
K: mmm?
A: Khushi? I said look at me when I am talking to you!!!
Khushi slowly hung up her last suit and turned around. She tried to step back but she would be in the wardrobe if she moved any further. She was like a lamb in the lion's den...the final call!
A: What did you just do?
K: What? ...she said almost choking on her own words...her gaze fixed on the floor.
A: In the car. You know what I am talking about.
K: What did I do?..she whispered
Arnav was now losing his patience with her and stepped closer. His breathing gets heavier and Khushi's fears get stronger. This is it. Her final moment. She's done for. Say Good-bye Khushi. The Rakshash is back!!!
PART 2:
A: Khushi? What is this?...he points to the bright pink lipstick mark on his knuckles.
K: Kya hai?
A: Khushi...don't act smart with me! What is this?
By now Khushi is virtually pinned against the wardrobe.
K. Kya? Ap ko nahi pata?
A: Nahi...tum batao
K. Yeh to...ummm...yeh to...koi rash jaisa lagta hai.
A: RASH? Oh really?....He grins...
K. Haan...
A. Yeh kaise hua?
K: Muje kya pata? Ap ko khujli horahi hai kya?
A: To... tume nai pata ke yeh RASH kaise hua? Achha... To yeh kya hai?...as he points to her luscious pink lips. Dekho... yahan tume bhi RASH hua hai.
K: Mutters to herself...Hey Devu Maiya... Kuch to Socho is Laad Governor se chutkara pane ko...Hey Devi Maiya..meri rakhsha karna!!
A: Kya tume khujli ho rahi hai?
K: Nahi to? Hum bilkul theek hai.
A: Aur kuch ho raha hai?
K: Nahi to?
He presses against her. His hands rest on her hip and he tugs her closer to him and she feels all the butterflies in her stomach fluttering away. Her hands are resting on Arnavs chest.
A: Abh?
K: Nahi to?... she fumbles...her eyes desperately looking for an escape root. But he had her in his hold and there was no sign of him letting go.
A: To tum itni khabraiisi kyun lag rahi ho?
He moves in closer...his fingers lightly securing their grip on her lower back.
K: Hum theek hai.
A: Really?
K: Haan kehdiyana... Really!!
Arnav lowers his face... their cheeks virtually touching. She could feel the roughness of his stubble on her pink, soft, rosy cheeks. He moves in to whisper in her ear.
A: To tum yeh nahi poochogi ke mere hal kaisa hai..is Rash ko le kar? Poochogi nahi...ke muje kaisa lag raha he?
K:...whispers...Ap ko kaisa lag rahe?
A: Batade?
Khushi cannot bear the suspense. It is killing her. His grip on her tightens. His breath... warm and heavy...sends tornadoes on her neck. The electric pulses shoot up and down her body. Its absolute mayhem... sirens everywhere... Her head, her skin, her heart, her lips... and its escalating. Her fists clench his shirt and he feels her tension.Her heaving chest. Her rounded perky breasts rubbing against his muscular chest. Her eyes shut tight like this was the end.
Arnav on the other hand... is loving every minute of it. He smiles and almost sniggers to himself.
A: Khushi? Batade?
Khushi eagerly nods. Still clutching onto his shirt. Her face now almost buried in his chest.
Arnav...slowly traces his left hand up her silky arm...savouring every inch and the sparks it causes in Khushi's body. He feels her sparks in her every tug and her every breath. He smooths over her upper arm, gently brushing the side of her breast with his palm...(Lightening shoots through her body. She has never been touched there.)... he brushes her hair softly away from her neck line and tucks it behind her back. He moves in. She feels his stubble on her neck... coarse, warm, manly...then... the moist softness of his lips as he gently caresses every portion of bare skin on her porcelain neck. Soft loving pecks... a lick of his tongue soothes the harshness of his beard and some more pecks.
Khushi was melting, melting away... her grip loosened and she embraced all his love...she tilted her head back...an invitation to Arnav to continue... her whimpering moans welcomed him further. He could devour her right now if he chose, but he continued with more supple lingering kisses. Happy to pleasure her.Satisfied with his charms!
Suddenly he stops!!!! But still hovers his lips around her neck. His exhaling warmth letting her know he was still there. His grip around her gently relaxing. Khushi gasped! Back to reallity... and instantly by reflex she clutched his shirt tight again. "What just happened there?" she thought. Arnav...could only imagine what was going through his Sanka Devi's head... and he almost smirked to himself. "Well done boy!!!"
Arnav whispers...
A: Khushi?
K: mmm?
A: Kuch hua?
K: haan...she nods her head.
How does she tell him about the circus that just went ballistic in her body. The rushes. The urges. The pounding of her heart as though it was just going to race out of her. How?
Arnav... releases himself from her...and steps back. He cups her face in his hands and looks into her almond brown eyes. Khushi was ready to crumble at that moment. He looks deeper into her eyes...and smiles.
A: Muje bhi!!!
And he leaves the room!!!
TBContd.
I hope you like it...please leave your comments and a big thank you to all those who left me encouraging notes.
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