Part 20
She stood silent, looking at him.
He was not boasting. He was just stating a fact in his usual manner.
He added, "Khushi, had you told me that you were in trouble and that the only way out was me marrying you, do you know what I would have done? I, who had no belief in marriage, would have agreed to marry you without any thought to my beliefs, family, or reputation. I would have given up everything I held dear, even my life, just for you. That's how much I love you, Khushi."
She looked away from him, and then turned to return to bed.
"Khushi?" The cry spoke of need.
She halted, and turned around.
"Khushi, you love me..."
(Thanx, Peepli)
It was no use denying it. She hesitated for a moment, and then asked him, looking straight in to his eyes, "To?"
He stared at her.
"It is my problem, not yours."
"Khushi, Khushi, it is not a problem.", he sighed.
"It is. It is a problem. And it is my problem."
"And is there a solution to this problem, Khushi?", he asked, a sad smile on his face.
She had no answer.
"You can't hide your love for me, just as I can't hide my love for you. You can't will it away, just as I can't. We are both powerless against this, Khushi."
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't touch me." Her eyes begged him.
"Then you touch me. Because I am yours. Your husband, your boy friend, your friend, the man who will be your lover, your only lover... Khushi...", he comforted her, "This is happening to both of us, not just to you. Remember what I said. Our hearts are one."
He took her hand in his, and pressed her palm to his heart.
"This belongs to you, Khushi. It beats only for you."
He lifted her hand and made her touch him, starting with the top of his head. He pushed her fingers into his hair.
"This is yours. Only yours..."
Her fingers clenched, catching tufts of his hair between them. He made her touch his forehead, his ears. Soon he let go of her hand as she was touching him on her own.
(Thanx, Shruti_P)
Her fingers traced the frown lines on his forehead, his eyebrows, his shut eyes, playing with his long lashes, the slash of his nose, the stubble on his cheeks, his jutting chin, his neck with its prominent Adam's apple... She reached down, her fingers touching the upper part of his chest exposed by the two buttons that hadn't been fastened. They stopped exploring at the valley of the V thus formed.
Arnav held his breath. The fingers slowly climbed up, caressing his neck, his chin, and paused near his lips. He swallowed, his eyes still shut tight, scared to make any movement that might jolt her out of this spell.
Her innocent fingers continued exploring. They traced the seam of his lips, the outer curves of the stern top one and the sensual, fuller lower one. A finger lingered on his lower, full lip. He parted his lips, and captured her finger tip to suck it.
Part 21:
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2990495/ss-living-without-you-part-27-updated?pn=40
Edited by smitar - 13 years ago
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