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Part 34

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He got in to the back seat of his car, and closed the door. Khushi was sitting at the far edge of the seat, her fingers knotted, wondering what she was doing in the back of his car in a deserted parking lot.The only other car she had ever been in was her Babuji's, and that was now gently rusting in Chamanlalji's junk yard. Even there, she had shared the back seat with Jiji. This was a new and strange experience... Her heart pounded...

"Khushi?"

She looked at him, her eyes slightly anxious, the pulse in her throat rapid, her breath shallow.

"Come closer?", he invited, his voice as smooth as honey.

She moved an inch closer.

He hid a smile.

"A bit more.", he suggested.

She moved an inch more.

"A little more.", he persuaded her.

Finally she was sitting flush against him, her slender thigh aligned perfectly with his warm, hard one.

"Shall we play a game?", his husky whisper seduced her.

She tried to speak, gave up the cause for a lost one, and tamely nodded.

"I have a gift for you." She looked at him in surprise.

"It is hidden on me. Why don't you search for it?" His smile beguiled her in to thinking him to be an innocent lamb.

She looked at his body. He could hide it only in the pockets of his trousers or the lone pocket of his casual shirt.

She hesitated.

"Scared?", he challenged.

"Of course not!", she retaliated, lifting her chin.

"Then you will find the gift?"

"Of course! What do you think of me? I am no lily-livered girl. And I was always good in hunting for treasure.", she boasted cheekily.

Sense came rushing at the feet of her response, chiding her for falling for his trick yet once again. But...

"Really?", his tone conveyed his doubt at her prowess. "So start...", he invited. He twisted on the seat to sit facing her.

There was something in his shirt pocket. Not a box or a packet, but something thinner than that. Who had specified that a gift had to be in a box? It could be a piece of paper, a ticket to a movie, or a discount coupon...

She touched the shirt pocket, her fingers slowly making their way into it, her eyes trained on her fingers. She touched paper, and pulled it out triumphantly, smiling into his playful eyes.

She unfolded the paper. It was a list of things that Di wanted purchased before the sagai. She grimaced at it, her determination to win getting too strong for her own good.

She lunged at him, dropping the paper to the unoccupied right side of the seat carelessly. He laughed and leaned back. But she was like a lioness that had smelt blood. She pinned his shoulders to the door, got up on her knees, and tried to reach his left pocket. He turned and twisted, laughing loudly, raising his arms across his body to bar her access to him. She ducked and feinted, sending her arms through small gaps in his armour to reach his pocket. She squeezed her fingers into his pocket, digging for buried treasure. And she found it, not noticing his extreme stillness. She dragged out a pristine handkerchief. She pouted.

But Khushi was a never-say-die girl. She renewed her attack, this time on the last remaining pocket, sure that her treasure was buried there. Arnav did try to block her, but she noticed that his hands seemed to linger on hers, his fingers relishing the silky tone of her skin...loving her touch...

She looked at his face, in to his eyes. Her hands and her fight came to an abrupt stop. The naughty smirk on his face, the fire in his eyes... He was waiting for her to touch him... She panted, her heart seeming to leap out of her chest.

"The gift.", he reminded her, his voice a whisper, the effect heightened by the solitude and the night.

She gulped, her throat dry, her hands trembling, her eyes on his lips...

(Thanx, Illyria!)

"Are you going to let me win?"

She shook her head in negation, slowly as though she were not very sure what she was doing.

He raised his arms, crossing his fingers behind his head, resting against the window.

"Go on."

She slowly pushed her fingers into the pocket close to her. His arms came down suddenly, and began to wrestle gently with hers. He enjoyed watching the look of concentration on her face as she tried to find new and innovative ways to get to her prize. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally managed to get her hand in to his pocket. She found a hard object in it. It was wrapped in gift paper. She pulled it out with a cry of victory. He smiled.

He drew a finger across her cheek flushed with exertion and triumph.

"I enjoyed playing with you. We should do this more often.", he whispered in her ear.

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"I enjoyed playing with you. We should do this more often.", he whispered in her ear.