SS : Control Vs. Chaos Part 8 (Conclusion)

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madforipk

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Posted: 13 years ago

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it was awesome, loved it!!

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Huny

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such a sweet n cute os dear...

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Ajita Spencer

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Wow... beautiful OS 👏

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LyssaPie

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#34

OH MY! That was so amazing

danger and desire together.. HOT

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What a lovely OS :) Thanks for the PMs :)

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claireDD

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woah arnav ,,u smartie pants...😳😳
mission one accomplished...let's head for the second..YIPEEE...
amazing os Aussie !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Amanram

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#37

Love this!! Caught on those emotional moments just right!Thanks for the pm

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Sowmya Ramachandran

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Posted: 13 years ago

#38

That was too damn cute. A Sneeze? Well everything does seem to be happening to her

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Sarah

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Posted: 13 years ago

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Control Vs. Chaos

Part 2

Standing at the door of the RM, Khushi felt her chest tighten...

After nearly getting caught, they had both decided to return home...

Anjali greeted them with a welcoming expression on her pale face..."You're home! Wonderful, I'll go and prepare dinner!"

She knew that Anjali's happy face was just a facade...

"Di, no please, let me...Au-choo!" Khushi sneezed, covering her mouth in an abrupt action.

"Excuse me," she said with a sniffle... "dust allergy," she explained trying to fight off another sniffle.

"Khushiji, you just rest..."

Arnav was hurting for his sister..."Di..."

"No chote, please just go and relax with Khushiji..."

Anjali hurried away...

"Arnavji...I...I want to take her pain away..."

Arnav's heart swelled with love for the two most precious women in his life...

"But it seems that fighting for justice is the only way I can help at the moment...and I will fight!" Khushi said forcefully as she turned to Arnav...

"Khushi...I..." Arnav's face showed his guilt, his remorse, his pain...

Khushi quickly interrupted..."I have to...I have to get changed...before dinner's ready..."

Arnav nodded and they both walked silently to their room.

Their 6 month marriage contract hadn't been discussed since Arnav's rescue.

Though it had been on both their minds...

After taking turns to shower, Khushi sat down on the bed and rested her back against the pillows...

Despite the past, and all the memories, she felt comfortable here.

It reminded her of Arnav, and how she constantly felt so drawn to him.
Something about him just called to her.

Shaking her head, she tried to focus on her 'work', she pulled files out of a small folder, and spread them on the bedspread.

Yes, they had made progress on finding information about Shyam, but it still wasn't enough...

She let out a weary sigh.

It had been a long day and exhaustion was making a fast sweep through her body.

Arnav walked out of the bathroom and kept his eyes on Khushi as he pulled on a shirt...

She felt his gaze hot on her...

Responding to his kiss had made her desire abundantly clear.

Khushi had no idea how she was going to dance around this 'contract' between them for six months.

"No..." she thought..."I will simply make sure that I keep things firmly in control."

As Arnav stared at his wife, his head was still reeling from her acceptance of his kiss...

Surely she knew his intentions...

Surely she could see his love for her, and feel his desire...

The closet kiss was a sure tell-all, and man, what a kiss it was.

It took Herculean strength not to take her right there in the closet.

He had felt her submission like a sweet reward.

She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

Perched against his bed, she looked completely at ease in, a fact that filled him with a surge of pleasure.

Although he despised himself greatly for how he had treated her, he was now desperate to show her how good they could be together.

With that thought in mind, he walked towards her...
He was about to speak, but as she looked up at him, he found himself spellbound by the sight she made.

Her long, dark hair streamed over her shoulders, soft and silky.

Her eyes, dark as chocolate, seemed lit with a smouldering flame.

His voice came with effort, his mind and body so weighted by the things this woman made him feel. "Khushi..." his breath hitched as she blinked slowly...

He saw her take a deep breath, her eyes flash with anxiety..."Ar...Arnavji...Shall we go back to that office building tomorrow? See if we can find anything..."

Arnav moved forward and sat next to her on the bed...

Khushi leaned backwards slightly …

The action draped her soft, dark locks across her shoulder, and Arnav couldn't help but wish it were his chest.

Tearing his eyes away from her profile was an impossible task he didn't even attempt.

"Your sneezing seems to have stopped," he commented softly, barely keeping his hands from reaching for her.

She darted him a quick smile. "Yes..."

She tipped her chin up slightly...

Deep down, Arnav knew that something had been missing, an empty hole in his life.

As his eyes remained locked on Khushi, he saw how easily she filled the void that had been demanding recognition.

There had been women in his life, but Khushi held his heart...she was different...

She needed him, even if she didn't admit it.

But then again, she didn't depend on him, even though she did need to depend on someone...

He found her determination, and her independence admirable...

He turned his gaze on her, rubbing his fingers across his jaw, feeling the bristle of one-day-old stubble.

"My God...she's beautiful..." his mind kept repeating...

From the first moment he'd seen her, he'd known he was in trouble.

Which is why his anger had become out of control.

She did something to him.

Something that he knew he'd never be able to control.

He never wanted to give in to emotions...

But with Khushi...all his predecided rules didn't seem to matter.

Unable to resist any longer, he moved closer to her, his hand running down the back of her hair and lingering.

He heard her swift intake of breath as she turned to him.

Her words surprised him.

He'd expected her to shy away, to resist.

But she did just the opposite. "Thank you for today," she whispered, and ever so softly touched his face before dropping her hand.

His eyes narrowed, and his senses reeled.

Her response, her touch, shocked him and set him on fire.

"For what?"

"I was...was scared and felt out of control when I was searching for you...even though it was dangerous, and even though Mamiji was with me...It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do...It's strange, but just being with you, somehow makes things easier." She looked down at her lap as if she wasn't sure how he was going to respond.

Using his index finger, he tilted her chin up so he could see the expression in her eyes.

And so she could see his.
He knew what she would see in them.

But it was what he saw in hers that took his breath away.

Emotions, raw and hot, danced in her gaze, there for his viewing.

"That was a major confession for you, wasn't it? To admit needing me? To admit that you can't do everything by yourself?"

She nodded, her lips trembling.

For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw fear in her eyes.

He smiled at her, intent on making it go away.

"Well," he said, "guess what?" He didn't wait for her to answer. "I'm damned honored."

Her face was blank for a moment before her beautiful, genuine, sexy-as-hell lips curled into a smile.

With a low growl, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, their mouths so near their breath intermingled.

"I have more love in my heart for you than I ever thought was possible..."

Unaware of what she was saying, she whispered..."You do?"

"Yes," he said tightening his hold on her... "I do."

Her voice was so soft he barely heard her... "Arnavji..."

His hands held her face as he pulled back to look into her eyes...

He slid his hands down her neck and started making soft circles with his thumbs.

This woman was connected to him way beyond a 'marriage', way beyond mind, way beyond, heart, way beyond understanding.

Khushi rested her hands on his chest and allowed her head to slowly roll backwards.

Her breasts tingled with his nearness, making her wish he would move his hands.

Thinking she could deny herself this amazing man had been crazy. His lips pressed against the sensitive flesh of her neck, making a shiver of desire dance along her skin.

He nuzzled her ear, his tongue and teeth both touching the lobe.

"I can't begin to explain what you do to me." Arnav growled...

Khushi pulled back a bit, wanting to see into those fascinating brown eyes of his.

He wanted her.

This gorgeous, sexy man wanted her.

Arnav's eyes held a live, heated burn...

"Why? You hated me so? Why do you want me?" She looked at him, waiting for his answer.

She needed to know.

Arnav tried to piece together the perfect words...

Maybe she wanted him to say something wrong, to push her so she could back away.

Deep down he knew she was still scared him, of his powerful nature, and the way he had once treated her...

Khushi could see the change in him...He was tender, and sensitive, and made her feel respected but still sexy.

Was it real or just a good act, this way he treated her?

His voice brought her out of her trance...

"I wish I could answer that question properly," he told her, and there was so much honesty in his voice and eyes, it made her stomach flip-flop.

"Why...?"

His hands settled on her cheeks, his eyes holding hers.

"You want to know why, Khushi?"

"Yes, tell me." Her voice had a breathless quality.

His voice was a deep, sensual play on her nerve endings.

"You're part of me...You're part of my heart...You always have been.."

She didn't say anything. Couldn't.

He simply took her by storm.

Her intention had been to take control of this night.

Instead, it felt more as if she had given it away.

But it wasn't a bad feeling like it had been in the past.

"Did you know that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?..." he said as his thumb moved across her bottom lip.

Her lashes fluttered to her cheeks.

"No...I'm...I'm not..." she whispered.

"Look at me," he said gently.

She forced her eyes to meet his.

"You are...I can't hold back from you...and every moment that you hold back from me...I...I'm unable to breathe..."

"Arnavji..." she said, and the one word said so much.

It was packed with her desire.

He moved then...
So close.

Their eyes locked, and the knowledge of what was to come passed between them and gave her a rush of pure heat.

And it empowered her.

This take-charge man was now here, taking control of her heart, and she liked it...

He bent his head, and let his lips linger above hers, feeling the warmth of her breath as it touched his mouth.

But he didn't kiss her.

Instead, he trailed his lips along her jaw, and then further to her neck...

"Kiss me" …

His eyes shot open as a scorching fire began to flame thought him...

His hands were instantly in her hair, and his lips pressed hungrily to hers, warm and wonderful, making her forget the past, and the future.

Now was all that mattered.

Their lips connected first, pressed together as if they were absorbing the very essence of the other.

She felt the moment in every inch of her body.

Her nipples tightened, and her body seemed to melt.

Then his tongue slid into her mouth, sliding against hers in a slow move meant to savor, not tease.

One stroke after the next, they tasted one another, slow and hot.

Her hands moved from his shoulders, to his neck, to his chest, pressing against him as their kisses seemed to deepen, their bodies molding together just as their mouths were.

the end?