IPKKND FF : WICM # 2 Drabble - Page 57 - Page 14

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Chapter 17 : Apologies accepted.

Arnav only gave credit when due, and his detective most certainly deserved it within hours he had gotten the key to her apartment and handed it to him before the end of the day. And now he was standing in front of her door, he told everyone that Khushi called him to come pick her up, and in one way she did actually call him didn't she? As soon as she had written her address that had been the direct invitation pleading him to come take her away and that was exactly what he was doing.

He put the key into the lock and turned it, opened the door slightly and bent down to retrieve the brownies, he had baked them himself a proud smile alit his face as he recalled his endeavours in the kitchen luckily something like foodnetwork existed otherwise he would have failed if it weren't for Ina Garten and her delectable recipe. He did not use the Raizada mansion's kitchen, protecting himself from the teasing jibes; he used his apartments kitchen instead and somehow stopped himself from licking off most of the batter.

And now he hoped upon all hopes that she liked them as he stepped through her door, he carefully latched it this time, hoping no one knocks or intrudes he had a lot of grovelling to go it seemed because she was busily stuffing her mouth with the home-made samosas within mintues while she watched 'Bones' the series.

But she stopped, her ears almost perked as if aware of the intruder, but this was no intruder this was her husband who had followed the hint on after all her erratic heartbeat was evidence enough that he was standing behind her so she turned slowly hoping he wasn't a figment of her imagination.

No denial that Khushi missed him, her eyes sought every corner of her apartment trying to see if he was hiding somewhere but he wasn't, her ears were thirsty for his voice and all she wanted to do at present was to leap into his arms and say sorry for acting devilishly foolish.

But she couldn't.

Wouldn't.

There was too much hurt that needed to be stitched up again, she prayed her eyes did not give anything away as she drunk up the sight of him, but it looked like they had as a smirk had presented itself onto his lips.

His lips, she missed their movements against hers, their softness with the raw touch of stubble, that sweeping feeling when his tongue entered and explored every part of her, that sensation when he tortured her with his kisses lower down her body.

His smirk turned into a wolfish grin as he saw the desire pool into her eyes.

Those teeth, she sighed, their tugs and pulls were most definitely missed she dared a look into his eyes and saw a mirror of desire if not a look of triumph, she really did miss the honey colour of his eyes, they were as radiant as the sun was in the warming and as warm as hot golden syrup.

She begun to open her mouth, but closed it again and repeated this until she heard his chuckle.

"You look like a goldfish jaan" He intentionally used that endearment, telling her, warning her that he wasn't going anywhere; this would end like it always did. And he had every intention to make love to her.

"Go to hell" She uttered.

Something snapped inside Arnav as he saw her walk away from him, all those days of craving her sweet voice, all those minutes of searching for her with his hands were gone and he was replaced with an anger, there was no spite, just anger.

"I've already been I don't recommend it" He said grabbing hold of her wrists.

"On second thoughts I'll take you with me, right now" He uttered.

And within that split second he assaulted her lips with his own, she put up a good fight though, trying to get away from him but he had one hand in her hair, clasped around her neck and his arm looped around her waist so escape was almost impossible. So she tortured him with her teeth as he reciprocated with his whispers, she wanted it, oh he knew that but her denial only fuelled the fire within them both as he begun to win her with his agonising kisses.

"Don't deny it baby, you want it" He said pressing small teasing kisses against her lips.

"What part of hell don't you understand?" She said biting down onto his lower lip.

In response he allowed his hand to travel lower up until it reached her derriere where his fingers pressed themselves into slow agonising circles, his hand travelled down to her knee where he used it to hook her leg around his waist, it seemed she got the hint as her other leg automatically came to his torso while her hands were busy roaming his face.

They stopped and looked into the depths of each other's eyes, and sense slowly found its way back into Khushi as she begun to unwind her legs but Arnav did not let her, he caught on to her legs and walked them both to the sofa narrowly missing the forgotten brownies, his eyes promising her of the ideas he had in mind.

She was beginning to protest when he told her "No Khushi no more running away" and he took her mouth in a slow, warming kiss. This time taking it slow, showing her without words how much she meant to him, how much he missed her, how much her presence was necessary in his day to day life.

They stopped again, but this time Khushi did not protest, neither did she move away she just melted into his embrace, resting her head on his strong shoulder his arms curving around her body.

"Will you listen to me?" He whispered into her ear.

This was a necessity if she wanted their relationship back to what it was.

She nodded.

"Fine, I married you because I liked you, I saw you at the dance fair a day before independence day and your looks were enough, the way you interacted with the children, the way you smiled- all of it was enough to tell me that I wanted to pursue you, I tried to deny it, as I saw you frequently after that but I couldn't help it and then when the clause came up it was like an excuse for me to take you, so I did" He said it all in one breath, and was waiting for a signal before any air could be restored into her lungs.

"You were that guy?" She exclaimed.

"What guy?" He said.

"The guy who was staring at me through his sunglasses? The man at the cafe?" Khushi asked.

Arnav had the right to blush, so he did, "Yes" His whisper was low, it was as if he was ashamed of his deeds.

"So you did like me?"

"I did" He said.

"I like you too"

"Oh?" He teased "That day you said you love me?" He said.

"I never" She denied, her face ablaze.

"Oh?" He teased again as he felt her move further into him, her lips resting at the base of the neck while a certain part of him stood up screaming for attention and it was at that point he noticed what she was wearing.

Her hair was done up into one of those ballerina buns as her body was adorned with his clothes, his shirt was loosely hanging of her, the sleeves pushed up, he could see the white bra through the low buttoned shirt and he could feel her underwear, the starch cotton meeting the polyester of his trousers.

She realised he was needing a certain something and felt the need to tease, just like he had.

So she stood up much to his protests and declared her idea of going into the shower, she took slow steps backwards as her fingers began undoing the shirt buttons, his eyes followed her movements until he could no longer see her.

And that is when he joined her.

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-Aashifa

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