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Part 50

Arnav: I think I should go... bohot dair hogai hai. She nodded her head again. He took two steps back and she moved her hands down. He started to walk towards the door.

Khushi: ek minute. He stopped. She went to the table and got his phone and the last rose. He smiled. She looked down shyly and walked up to him. He took them from her.

Khushi: voh . Umm. Arnav. I .. mujhe kuch.. voh. She gulped. Looked down. She was hesitating to say something.

Arnav put his finger on the bottom of her chin and brought her face up. She looked at him. Her big big eyes were captivating. He saw innocence in them.

Arnav: kaho khushi.. she smiled. Bit her bottom lip. She brought her hand up and gently closed his eyes. He moved his hand down. She scrunched her nose. Taking a deep deep breath. Gathering all of the courage she had inside of her. She would definitively need it for what she was about to do. She leaned forward. And went up to his ear. Very softly, slowly and gently she whispered three magical words.

Khushi: I... love...you... his face now had a huge smile. Time stood still. Did she just say that to him. Or was he dreaming. Was this entire night just a dream. She gulped, moved her hand and turned around. She was breathing very fast. Her chest heaving. Her lips sucked in. gulping. Not believing herself that she said that. Khushi, who was given agift of grass and carpet from the same arnav a few months, just said the three most magical words to him. She held her racing heart with her left hand. And the side of her dress with her right hand. Arnav opened his eyes. His smile was not about to disappear any time soon. She was full of surprises. She made this night the most memorable night of their lives. He leaned ahead. Above her shoulder. He turned his head in. smelling the aroma of her hair. He snuggled his nose into the back of her ear. She smiled. And tilted her head a bit. Towards his direction. He was tickling her. But it was a pleasant feeling.

Arnav: I love you too.

Khushi started to turn red. This was the first time that they both expressed what they felt for each other. First time. First night. First romantic candle light, first birthday. This night was the first for many things.

Arnav: sweet dreams. He said in a soft and husky voice. Still leaning into her ears. She closed her eyes and sighed. He smiled, moved back and closed the door behind him. Khushi turned around and went to the door. She leaned against it. Remembering how close they both had come. How their lips gently rubbed against each others. Their breathes crashing with each others. Their hearts racing together. She remembered how she stopped him. Closed his eyes. And said the magicals words into his ear. She blushed again just by the thought. She brought her hand up to where his nose was snuggling behind her ear. She could still feel him there. She closed her eyes and held onto her heart. His voice was echoeing in her ears.. I love you too...

Arnav went to his room. He collected all of the roses and put them on the dressing table. He fell on the bed. Face was looking up at the roof. His arms behind his head. Knees bent at the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes. Took a deep deep breath in. khushi made this the most beautiful night of his life. She was full of surprises. First by starting off with the roses, notes, remembering each and everyone of their special moments that they alone shared. He smirked as he remembered how she set up the room. The rose petals, the candles, the cake. She truly made this birthday a memorable one. He thought to himself, if his birthday was this beautiful, then how beautiful will this year be. His heart started to beat a bit faster as he remembered what she wore. She always covered her self. But today, she herself let he guard down. The black dress. The sleeveless, the backless, her hair tied up. Her shyness. She was just beautiful, no matter what she wore. He opened his eyes and gulped. He took one of his hands and touched his lips. They way they gently rubbed stroked each others tender lips left a permanent mark on their hearts. A few minutes ago, her lips were touching his. His thumb was on her bare back. Their breathes crashing with each other's. He felt a bit disheartened that he didn't kiss her. But reassured himself, that they would soon one day become one. All he had to do now was wait for that day. Half an hour must have passed. But he could not sleep. No matter how hard he tried. He just couldn't stop thinking about her. He had to meet her right. Now. He didnt know why. He just did. He knew that they just spent a lot of time together especially in the middle of the night. But something inside of him said that he needed to be with her right now. His heart beckoned for her's. He got up. He just could not stop himself. He didn't want to disturb her if she was sleeping. He thought he would just getnly knock on her door. See if she was awake. He walked over to her room. And very gently knocked on her door. She opened the door. She was still in her dress. Her hair tied up. Her eyes seemed a bit wet. But she managed to hide it well. But his heart could see right through it. She smiled and looked down. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear.

Aranv leaned against the side of the door. Folding his arms in front of him. He smirked.

Arnav: sorry, I hope I didn't wake you up. She smiled and negatively nodded. Not raising her eyes.

Arnav: actually I just couldn't sleep. She giggled. I was hoping maybe we could.. you know.. her smile disappeared. Her eyes widened. What was he intending on doing. He chuckled. He wanted to see to what extent her mind would go to if he left his statement in the middle. She gulped. Still looking down. Worried.

Arnav: if we could .. go on a walk or something. Needed some fresh air. Aur akailay janay ka man nahin hain. You know being the birthday boy and all. She giggled. And looked up. She nodded while sucking her bottom lip in.

khushi: I just need to get my shoes. She turned around and walked in. he looked down. He knew her back was open. He knew she probably had to change. But she thought he wanted to leave immediately. He needed to stall for a couple of minutes.

Arnav: may I freshen up in your bathroom please.

Khushi: sure. Arnav walked in and went into the bathroom. When he came out khushi had a shawl around her shoulders. He was surprised that she was still wearing that dress. She should have changed by now. Something was not right. His heart told him to go to her. Look into her eyes. He walked up to her quietly.

Aranv: khushi. It is a bit chilly. Are you sure you want to wear that. She gulped. Forced a fake smile on her face.

Khushi: I am fine. I have my shawl. She was not meeting his eyes. His eyes brows furrowed.

In a serious manner he asked her very gently.

Arnav: khushi. What is wrong. She was looking here and there. Tucking her hair back. Trying to avoid the topic.

Khushi: nothing. Kyon. Kya howa. He walked up to her. And put his finger under her chin. Raised her head up. She slowly raised her eyes to see him. His eyes brows still furrowed. Her eyes filled with pain. Her eyes were moist. What was she hiding.

Arnav's eyes: tumhari ankhon main itna dard kyon hai. Tum mujhe say kya chupa rahi hoo. She looked down. He forced her face up again. She looked up and a small tear escaped her eye. He wiped it. He could recognize the types of tears she had. Her heart was not paining. Those tears feel from eyes that showed an aching heart. This tear was from pain caused by getting hurt. She was hurt.

Arnav: khushi.. where did you get hurt. She looked down. Silent tears started to fall from her eyes.

Arnav leaned his forehead onto her's.

Arnav: shhh.. just tell me. Please. Varna mera dard nahin kam hoga. She moved her head back and so did he. He took a step back. She very slowly turned around. Having her back face him. The shawl covered her back. She stopped. Turned her head to look over her shoulder. Her eyes still looking down. He raised both of his hands to her shoulders. He held shawl that was wrapped around her. She closed her eyes. Very slowly and delicately he started to slide the shawl off. As the shawl slid off, khushi gasped in pain. Her eyes closed even more tightly. She held onto her dress from the sides. Once the shawl was off. Arnav could not believe his eyes. His skipped a couple of breathes. His hands frozen. Now he understood why she had her hair tied up. Why she didnt change. Why she wore the shawl. From a little below the bottom of her neck right down her spine there was melted candle wax. It must have fell on her. And seeing the redness around it, it was burning her. The wax had hardened. His eyes followed the trail of the melted wax. It even went a bit inside her dress. He gulped. His heart felt the burn that was on her body. He threw the shawl onto her bed. He put his hands on her shoulders. She gasped for air. Raising her shoulders. His hands on her bare shoulders sent shivers down her burning spine.

Arnav: khushi.. yeh kaisay howa. Khushi started to whisper.

Khushi: I was picking up some petals from the ground when my back hit the dressing table. And a candle fell down.

Arnav: tum nay mujhe pehlay bataya kyon nahin. She faced forward and kept on looking down. He sighed. He turned her around to face him. She kept on looking down. His hands were still on her shoulder.

Arnav: khushi.. agar apna samgha hota tho bata day thi. She looked up worriedly.

Khushi: aisi baat nahin hai. I didn't want to bother you.

Arnav: apna samgh thi hoo. She looked down. Smiled and nodded.

Arnav: phir mujhe rook na nahin. She nodded again. He turned her to the side and guided her to the bed. She kept on looking down. He made her sit on the bed.

Arnav: I will be right back. ok. She nodded. He left her room and returned within two minutes. He closed her door behind him. Locking it this time. He sat down beside her. She had her hands in her lap. He opened the medicated cream tube and put some on his finger. He turned her around so that her back was not facing him. He stopped. Put the cream down. He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel. He seemed concerned. Worried. It was as if he was feeling her pain more than she was.

He sat down beside her again. Her back was still facing him. He put the towel on the back of her neck. And held onto her shoulder.

Khushi: sss... her hiss pierced a whole through his heart. As he touched the towel on her skin, her reflexes made her move a bit forward.

Arnav: khushi, you will have to lay down. She looked up and ahead of her. Her eyes widened. Her heart starting to pump a bit harder. He got up from the bed. Walked in front of her. He put the towel on the side table. She looked up at him. He looked down. He held onto her shoulders. She scouted back into the middle of the bed. Her feet bent up inside of her dress. His one knee was known resting on the bed. She turned her body around so that now her back was facing the head board. She was now seated in the middle of the bed just like a newly wed bride does when she waits for her groom. He pushed one of her shoulders back and the other one in front. Very slowly he helped her lay down on the bed. Her back facing up. He stood up. She spread her legs out, but since her dress was twisted and turned her legs slide her. She arched her back a bit up. She tried to move her hand back to fix the dress but she was stopped. He placed his hand on the back of her shoulder. She turned her head to the side and looked at him from the side of her eyes. He looked at her. Their eyes locked. While still looking at her, he slowly bent his body to the other side and with his free hand he picked up the corner of the dress and covered her legs. She lowered her eyes. She trusted him. With everything of her's. She respected him, because he deserved to be respected.

Arnav: khushi, rest your head on your hands ok. She folded her arms in and rested her forehead on her hands. He took the towel and then stood on his knees on the bed. He crawled towards her. With the tips of his finger, he moved a couple of the strands of loose hair that were on her neck. There was on little problem though. The dress had a ribbon that went behind the neck. He gulped. His fingers were shaking. But when he saw the wax on her back. His fingers stiffened. He placed his fingers on her shoulder and slowly slid his hand to the ribbon. He held onto one of the strings. Very gently he started to tug on it. His heart was racing. She opened her eyes. Her heart beat was increasing second by second. He slowly opened the ribbons and slid the two strings to the side of her neck. If she stood up or moved, then nothing would be holding her dress up. He took the wet towel and placed a corner on the back of her neck. She gasped for air. It was cold. He started to gently stoke the towel down, very very slowly. So he could peel off the dried wax. Khushi muscles stiffened. He could feel the tension in them. One hand had the towel, while the other one gently slid over the raw redness of the burn. He knew she was breathing hard. He could see the top of her back rising a bit and then sinking. Her shoulders moving back and forth. He could feel her her breathes crashing against the bed. He made his way down her back. Slowly sliding his other hand over her pain. She could not feel the pain of the wax peeling off as much as the tingling of his fingers touching and sliding on her bare back. He made his way down to the mid back. He noticed that the zipper had some wax on it. He had to make sure that some did not fall inside. He took his free hand and held onto the top of the zipper. He pulled it u very slightly and could feel the wax inside. She gasped. She turned her head to the side and her eyes were wide opened. He looked at her eyes. She didn't see him looking at her. But she knew his gaze was fixed on her face.

Arnav: khushi.. voh.. he licked his lips. Andar bhi. Its. Umm. While keep her face turned to look over her shoulder to approvingly closed her eyes and then turned her head back to rest on her hands. He gulped. He brought his other hand to the zipper. He tried to clear out some of the stiffened wax. Then very slowly. And hesitantly he started to unzip her dress. She gulped. He stopped once he saw where the wax drip had ended. Her entire back was now bare in front of him. His heart was beating very fast. He closed his eyes. And clenched his jaws. Gulped. He needed a lot of self control right now. He picked up the towel again and started to peel off the remaining bit of wax. He was finally done this step. He looked at her back. There was a bright red burn line along her spine. How must she have endured that pain. And all for him. It was all because of him. He started to blame himself for her pain. His eyes became moist. He sniffed. Very quietly. But khushi's heart could hear his heart crying. She tilted her head up and turned it to the side. She turned her head a bit more, she felt the stretch on her burns hurt her, but she needed to see him. He had closed his eyes. And she could see a tear falling down from it.

Khushi: Arnav. Please don't cry. Main theek hoon. He opened his eyes and touched the back of her neck with this fingers from one hand. His fingers gently caressed her neck and back. Slowly and very very gently sliding it down where the burn was. She looked down. Gasped for air. His touch was mesmerizing. She rolled her eyes up and closed them. Clenching her jaw. She put her forehead on her hands again. He leaned in. his eyes could feel the burning that was on her bare skin. He placed both of his on the side of her shoulders on the bed. He leaned a bit more in. he was at the beginning of where she got burnt. He gently started to blowing cold air onto her bare back. She hissed. His cold breathe on her tender wound gave her shivers. He slowly kept on blowing along her spine. Being sure to pay attention to every little burned cell. Once he reached the bottom. He slowly made his way back up. But this time he stopped in the middle. He gently placed his lips on her tender wound. She gasped. Took in a deep deep breath. Her heart skipped a few beats. He started to place soft and gently kisses on his way back up. He only gave a couple of kisses, but they were enough to soothe her pain. She made a fist with the bed sheet in her hands. She arched her back. He noticed this response. And stopped as he placed his final kiss at the bottom of her neck. She gulped. Her eyes tightly shut. The shivers that went up her spine from his tender kisses was more soothing than the wet towel. His touch is what healed her wound.

precap: umm.. let me think. romantic walk :P .. and car ride home. will try to update in a day or two. sorry, kinda busy for the next two days :S,...