ArShi:Destiny With TRAILER Thread I - Page 86

Chapter 19

The bed was so warm that for a second it felt like she was floating in and out of the clouds. Those nice, puffy, white ones that linger on a sunny day… and make you want to reach up and grab a fistful. She sighed in pure elation as she snuggled into her pillow. It was warm, soft, and smelt of a woodsy scent. She felt her pillow rub its prickly and itchy stubble into her neck. She frowned at this action… why was her pillow so rough all of a sudden?

Nevertheless, not breaking her stupor she continued to relish in sleep. It was the most comfortable sleep she had ever been in. No sooner had she settled into a soft spot, her pillow rubbed those rough edges into her neck again. She frowned again. In a few seconds, she felt her pillow bite her neck in a sensual manner. Hang on… why was her pillow biting her? When did it grow teeth? She felt a snicker and instantly she opened her eyes. The minute those eyes came into her view, she forgot all about her sleep.

Arnav descended his lips onto the left side of her neck and sucked on the already red skin caused from his bite mark. Even though she didn't want to, she released a pent up moan and slid her hands into his hair. She gently massaged his hair, running her hands through them… she was fascinated with his soft hair. He continued to suck onto her sensitive skin, grazing softly and then switching his speed to turn up the heat between them. She curled her toes and moaned again, pulling him closer to her own body. She wanted to get rid of these clothes and touch him. Bare and naked… she wanted to see him because he was the only one who would elicit such a response from her.

Arnav chuckled slightly at her frustrated body trying to find a comfortable angle against him. She rubbed herself, albeit accidentally, against his arousal causing him to stop his action. He hissed because he knew he was getting a bit too far. He had to wait. But, he was having a hard time controlling his body's urges that refused to listen to any logic. His body wanted Khushi. Plain and simple.

He nuzzled her neck with his nose, trailing upwards to raise his head to meet her at eye level. When she was sleeping so peacefully, he knew that he shouldn't disturb her. He just couldn't stay put without touching her and when she had started to rub him against herself and sighing… he knew he just had to touch her and kiss her. As he gazed into her dilated pupils, he felt himself plunge closer towards her.

"Good morning," he whispered against her ear. Khushi's eyes rolled back in pleasure by the alluring wake up call.

"Morn…" she wasn't able to complete her sentence as Arnav silenced her by kissing her fervently on her lips. Soft and slow, Arnav melted her resolve and she obliged by opening her mouth. Her toes curled at the change in his rhythm. Every time she kissed him, it felt like the first time, new and alluring. In the heat of the moment, Arnav forgot about his resolve and slipped his hands underneath her long shirt. He trailed his hand upwards from her belly to her ribs. Khushi was already moaning in anticipation. She wanted him to touch her. Her body was doused in fire and she rolled so that she could wrap her legs around him. Arnav continued to trail his fingers upwards until he touched the swell of her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra and this elicited a satisfied growl from his throat.

As soon as Arnav had touched her fired body, she knew she was gone. His touch was searing, his fingertips were cold yet her body was responding back with fire. In a response to his actions Khushi tightened her legs around his torso causing Arnav to break apart from her. She had rubbed against him causing Arnav to halt their actions. Little more touches, and Arnav would have ripped off her clothes, and bedded her right then. But he somehow forced his hands out of her shirt and gave two more kisses on each side of her closed mouth.

He gazed into her eyes and he could clearly see disappointment. He stroked her forehead with his trembling finger tips, "I promise you, and it will be much more than this. But, right now we have to stop."

Sighing in frustration and disappointment, Khushi nodded. Arnav spoke, "Are you still stuck on your resolve to not go to work?"

Khushi felt Arnav sit up on the bed and she groggily sat up as well. "Firstly, good morning."

She looked his eyes and felt her stomach flip in a sweet twist. "Thank you for that wake up call… I clearly remember not asking for one," she chided.

"And I think I am going to work," she said while she got off the bed. Looking into his eyes was making her dizzy. She felt like she was falling into an abyss that she could never get out of. What was she getting into with Arnav? How would she ever cope when he decided to pull the plug on their so-called relationship? She shook her head to clear away these morbid thoughts and felt a pair of arms wrapping around her.

"You said you aren't going to work last night," Arnav spoke against her ear causing her to shiver. His voice alone was enough to leave her hot and searing. She tilted her head to look at him, "I know, but if we are not going to touch each other properly, I think I am going to be driven against the wall. I would much rather go to work… it would serve as your punishment." She pushed him away and walked towards the kitchen.

Even though he didn't need to use it, it was stocked pretty well which pleased Khushi. She looked at the time on the microwave that read 6.45 AM. She had plenty of time to eat, go back home and change into proper clothes before heading to work.

"Khushi… you are seriously going to work," Arnav asked her. She just nodded while placing her frying pan onto the stove. "And shouldn't you have stuff to do as well?" she eyed him. "I would think that a CEO would never find a breather especially a workaholic like yourself."

"I resent that," Arnav neared her and placed his arms around his again. He continued, "I am perfectly capable of handling my business from anywhere… I don't have to be there in order for my company to function, Miss Gupta."

"Really, Mr. Raizada," Khushi smirked while moving towards the fridge.

"Why are you cooking… we can order room service… please don't cook," he spoke to her softly and turned off the stove. Khushi looked at him in a surprised manner. "Are you sure?" she asked him and saw that he nodded at her.

"But there is food in here… why not use it?" Arnav quietened Khushi as he placed his finger on her lips. He then guided her towards the couch where he made her sit in his lap. He picked up the phone and punched the hotel's kitchen number.

After they ordered food… well it was mostly Arnav ordering every single item on the breakfast menu followed by Khushi snatching his phone away since she was sitting in his lap and cancelling most of the items, followed by shutting him with a kiss… Khushi got up from his lap. "I have to shower… I can't believe you are seeing me like this… my hair look like a bird's nest." She complained while biting her lip.

"I wouldn't change anything about you," Arnav answered her as he kissed her again. Before it could escalate into something and then his refusal to fully sate her, Khushi pushed him. "I need to shower."

As soon as Khushi slipped away from his hold and left to shower, Arnav was baffled at his sudden urge to kiss her. He just couldn't get enough of kissing her. It was a known fact that he lusted after her even when she was just his sister's friend back then. How were they going to manage a relationship with him constantly traveling back and forth between the two countries? He just knew that he wouldn't be able to stay away from her. And they both needed to get each other out of their systems.

Khushi stepped out of the shower in 20 minutes feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the world. She couldn't get rid of this fluttery feeling the seemed to accompany her everywhere she went. She felt giddy… like on cloud seven. She tightened the hold of towel around and stepped into the room. It was empty but she could see her dress washed and placed neatly on the bed. She tiptoed towards the bed to reach for the dress when someone took a hold of her hand and spun her around.

This time the distance didn't bother her. Arnav's eyes weren't spewing vomit at her; they were simply taking in her face, clean, fresh as a daisy. He could see how lucky he was that Khushi wanted to be with him than anyone else. He continued to gaze into her dark brown eyes. "You have the most mysterious brown eyes… almost black to a point. I remember wanting to find out what secrets hid in those eyes ever since I had gazed into them."

Khushi's body shook in a delicious twist and her eyes widened at his words. Who knew Arnav Singh Raizada could merely make her turn into a jelly by just uttering a few words. She remembered all the guys she had been with had to work with their fingers in order to make her squirm in pleasure, but when it came to this man in front of her, she knew she turned into a puddle by the deep sound of this voice. She smiled hesitantly at him but soon the realization came crashing upon both of them. The last time he had held like this, they locked in a battle of words, hurting each other in the process. They both were different people back then and even though they hadn't said a word to each other about the events in their lives, they knew this. They could feel this palpable energy that they both were laced with. Like the past had cleared them and now they could see each other for what they truly are.

Arnav quickly released her from his hold. Khushi's right arm was locked behind her waist while her fingers were threaded in Arnav's. "Get ready, breakfast is almost here."

Khushi saw his back disappear into the washroom while she carried on her task of getting dressed. What just happened? She was baffled at his sudden confession and then his abrupt brush-off. Shaking her head, she continued to dress herself while Arnav showered.

While she waited in the living room for her breakfast and Arnav to make his appearance, she couldn't help but saunter into the past. She didn't want to dwell on it; it was many moons ago… but she couldn't help make a connection. It was as if someone was mending it… as if they both were mending the past by repeating its actions yet taking away the hurt and converting it into something else.

When they both sat together and had breakfast, Arnav kept on insisting that Khushi eat more.

After finishing up, Khushi stood up and Arnav followed her. Checking her clutch for some money, she reached the end of the door and turned around. Arnav followed suit and when she turned, his height dwarfed her. She smiled, "Thanks for the wonderful evening… I'll speak to you soon. Bye."

Arnav's eyebrows shot up, "Where do you think you are going?" Arnav slipped his arms around her waist.

"Office," she said in confusion, "Well, first home then office… I have about a little over an hour to do everything."

"I know that… I'll drop you off," he moved both of them towards the door but Khushi stopped him. "No, I'll go… don't worry."

"Khushi…"

"I am fine… you need to call your secretary back too. I'll take a cab back; I am honestly fine." She placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes. "I am fine."

Knowing that Khushi wasn't going to agree, he simply nodded at her. "But, let me drop you off downstairs and take my car." Before she could protest Arnav cut her off, "No, I am not taking a no for an answer. Please…" he beseeched her. "And we will talk about the situation, so I'll pick you up tonight. Okay?"

She huffed in his direction, "Fine… you devil." Arnav kissed her forehead and chucked at her. He opened the door and they both processed to head down to the main lobby.

After slipping into the back seat of the car, Khushi rolled down the window and waved at Arnav while the driver pulled into the oncoming traffic.

~~oOo~~

12.50 PM, Friday, January 4, 2013

Harper Collins Publishing House, New York

Khushi didn't have much work to do on this particular Friday. The fact that they were getting off earlier today was enticing as well. However, Khushi was fluttering in and out of this special place. It was a ridiculous feeling; her jaw was hurting from smiling at anyone and everyone around her. A goofy grin was plastered onto her face so when her boss asked her to do menial tasks like photocopying fifty documents, making at least thirty copies each and distributing them amongst all the staff, she happily obliged. She was feeling happy… giddy almost. And this scared her.

The fact that Arnav and her and reached some kind of an understanding scared her. Brushing these thoughts aside yet again, she continued to do her work. And so the morning and mid-afternoon passed by in a flurry of activities and she didn't notice the time until NK popped by.

"Oh, dear… I have been so busy all morning today…" he waved his hand in a dramatic motion to fan his face. Khushi looked up from her computer and halted her fingers from typing. "Go away… I am busy!"

"What has got your panties in a twist?" he eyed her and perched his pretentious bottom on her desk. Khushi continued typing her email, rebuking his presence all together. After a while, NK couldn't bear the silence or her the torturous rhythm of her typing. "Khushi!" he held onto her wrist.

"What happened? Is this about yesterday… well considering that your face is glowing… I am guessing that my plan to get your sexual fantasies out was accomplished."

Livid at his statement Khushi stood up, glared at him and marched towards the printer with NK following in tow. "Leave me alone… don't even get me started on that stupid date… he was just… and this isn't a glow… it's anger!"

"Alright," NK said in an apologetic tone, "I wont ever set you up again… don't get angry."

Khushi grabbed her papers that were spewing out of the printer, turned around and faced NK. "Promise?" she asked in a stern voice.

"Promise."

And so the rest of the day passed with no nuisance as these two friends patched up and gossiped for the better half of the day. Khushi didn't divulge into any other discussions regarding her previous evening's rendezvous. She wasn't sure herself so there was no use of adding another brain to fret over it. Besides, her personal life was something Khushi wanted to keep bottled up for some time… at least till she understood what was happening. Right now, they were both trying to get each other out of their systems.

When 4 o'clock hit, Khushi was beyond happy that she would get to go home early. NK had also tidied up to leave. But as soon as Khushi decided to shut off her computer, her boss came strutting down to give her more work. Since she was a new employee, she was allowed to leave early, however, the senior staff usually stayed for a longer period. This Friday, Khushi was also asked to complete some more work to which she couldn't refute.

"What!" NK exclaimed, "More work?"

"Yeah."

Since NK reported to another senior, he couldn't say much; only that he shook his head in disapproval. "It's fine," she said. "It is just probably another hour or so… so leave and have fun… you have a date yet again and you haven't stopped gushing about it. So, leave and message me tomorrow to fill me in."

She got up from her chair and gave him a soft peck on his cheek, "Okay?"

NK nodded his head and gave her a bear hug and then trudged his feet towards the now closing elevator door. As soon as he left Khushi resumed her work. She didn't realize how long she had stayed back until the lights of her floor automatically turned off. She was shrouded in darkness; the only light was of her computer. She saved her progress, emailed the attachment and sent it to her boss. The sudden darkness started to make her nervous and uneasy so she quickened her movements and exited the floor. The hallway towards the elevator was still lit up so she quickly made her way to the elevator and down to the main floor.

As her feet hit the pavement outside the building, she breathed a sigh of relief. Being almost alone in the building gave her the creeps and she was glad to get out. Outside, the darkness had engulfed the city and now bright lights were illuminating New York in awe. The chill outside made her involuntarily huddle closer into her black trench coat. Her heels strutted along the sidewalk as she merged with the crowd to walk towards the tube station. She grabbed her phone out of her bag to check for any messages, but before she could proceed to unlock it, a voice halted her steps.

"Miss Gupta." She turned around and saw a man gesturing at her. "I am here to fetch you."

"Sorry?" Khushi's brain clouded with confusion. Who was here to fetch her? He simply gestured at the car parked on the side of the road. Amidst her tiredness and her nerves still in a twist, she failed to make the connection. "Mr. Raizada asked for you."

"Oh." That was the only sound that escaped past her lips. She was definetly a bit slow at making the connection. He was the same driver who had dropped her off at her apartment. She had insisted on taking the tube and had asked him leave after dropping her off at her apartment. "Mr. Raizada said he had informed you by a text."

"Oh."

He opened the back door for her slip inside while Khushi unlocked her phone. She murmured a quick thank-you to him as he shut the door. True to his statement there was a text from Arnav. "Khushi." Someone whispered her name and she spun around. That's when she noticed him perched right next to her. "You scared me!" she admonished him and picked up her phone that she had dropped right next to her foot.

"The driver never said you were sitting inside. And I didn't even notice." She spoke, though, mostly to herself.

Arnav chuckled at her, held onto her arms to still her muttering spree and tugged her towards him. Khushi happily obliged and deposited herself onto Arnav's lap. She placed her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Concerned, Arnav tugged her closer to his chest, "Are you okay, Khushi?"

Khushi sighed. She loved listening to hit heartbeat. It calmed her. It also never failed to make her realize that this was real. He was real. "Yes, I am okay… the lights inside the office turned off probably because it is automatic. It just gave me the chills, and I feel a little tired, and damn hungry."

"Are you tired, maybe we should skip the fancy dinner and get you straight into a bed after some food." At this statement, Khushi realized that he was dressed up for the evening. He was wearing black trousers, a black shirt along with a black blazer. He smelled so good and delicious. She realized that she was feeling so turned on with the thought that he had dressed up for her. "Oh god… I am so sorry, I am ruining your clothes and the mood."

She tried to raise herself to sit in her seat but Arnav held her back, "No, baby… it's fine… I love having you close to me… your smell calms me down and then heats me up. You are full of sweet contradictions." Khushi simply smiled at his and leaned into his chest again. "Good, I like having you close to me too."

She closed her eyes and felt the car move forward. She was tired yet happy. He always managed to surprise her and twist her day… even now. "I am sorry I didn't check my phone… I got really busy at the last minute…" she mumbled into his chest.

"That's okay, Khushi…I knew you must have been busy."

"Wait," she detached her head from his chest to gaze into his eyes, "then how long have you been waiting for me?"

"Just a couple of hours." He said though he lied. He had been waiting for at least three hours. He had even sent his driver to check but he informed Arnav that Khushi was busy. Or at least, that is what someone had informed him. "I am sorry, Arnav. I will check my phone next time. I promise."

"Don't worry about it." Arnav smiled at her and descended his firm lips onto her. She sighed as Arnav slowly kissed away her guilt. She then detached her lips from his and looked straight into his eyes. She raised her hand and playfully pushed his hair his ear. "So, are we going to wine and dine?" She looked at him with anticipation. "Hopefully?"

"Yes, Khushi… needlessly to say, I cannot possibly stay this close to you and hold off." She nodded her head and blushed. She wasn't the only one immune to his charms.

She then deposited her head in the crook of his neck and slipped into a nap while Arnav held her gently against his taut frame. "Sounds good," Khushi murmured already half in sleep.

~~oOo~~

8.12 PM

Four Seasons Hotels and Resort, New York

Arnav nudged Khushi lightly and spoke softly in her ear, "Khushi, we are here… wake up." At the sound of his voice, Khushi opened her eyes. It was the second time she had woken up to his voice. "Hey, sleepy head… lets get you something to eat alright."

Khushi smiled at him and raised herself from his lap. The driver opened her door and Arnav followed in tow from the other side of the car. The chill that greeted her outside made her shiver but Arnav was at her side, softly tugging her closer to him. "Thank you, Francis… you may go home now."

The driver simply nodded and slipped back into the car. Khushi raised her head to realize that she was again back at his hotel. She looked at him in a questioning gaze. "I just thought it would be better to have dinner here… you look tired, Khushi." Arnav said as they entered the main lobby, turned towards a sharp left in order to enter the dinning room. It was bustling with people on this particular Friday night. Khushi glanced towards Arnav in a nervous response. The overflow of people in an unfamiliar place was causing a slight swell of panic but when she looked at Arnav, he appeared to be completely at ease. He ushered her towards the hostess by softly placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her.

The blonde woman was wearing a rather tight fitting dress; her hair was in a tight bun; he faced was splashed with makeup. She moved her eyes from the seating chart in front of her and glanced at Arnav. "Hi, Miss." Arnav started the conversation.

Much to Khushi's chagrin, the hostess's smiled doubled in a matter of few seconds. Of course Arnav had that kind of effect on people… women to be more specific. Khushi noticed that the blonde completely rebuked her presence but not before giving Khushi a scowl. Of course she was thinking why a woman like her, dressed not suiting the occasion, was doing with a god like this man. Khushi sighed in defeat… she wasn't sure either.

Arnav turned towards Khushi and gave her a tender peck on her cheek, surprising her. "Let's go… our table is ready," he spoke while gazing into her eyes. His eyes, his accent, his scent, his voice… everything made Khushi want to surrender to this man without any conditions. The hostess faked a smile towards Khushi as she took them towards a more secluded area of the dining room. This side of the dinning was only for private and more intimate diners.

Arnav held out Khushi's chair while the hostess took Khushi's trench and placed it on the coat holder. Khushi's skin instantly missed the warmth. She was unusually cold… perhaps her body knew what to expect even before her brain could process it. She blushed hard at the thought and felt Arnav rub her arms to make the goose bumps disappear. "Relax," he whispered against her ear lobe.

As their waiter filled in their wine glasses, Khushi sat up a little more stiffly. She was fully aware of her surrounding… no longer feeling sleepy. She was feeling giddy with anticipation and Arnav could sense it. She ate her meal fully heading to curb her hunger. "Khushi… slow down." Arnav smiled her when he saw what she was doing.

"I know that you will have to travel back and forth between two countries, and I know that you are concerned… but I am honestly okay with that," Khushi spoke as she halted her actions. Arnav was surprised that she could read his mind.

"I know… I just…"

Khushi reached over and placed her hand over his. "I get that you have a life other than me… and its okay."

It felt hollow to say such a thing because she wanted him and his another life made her slightly sad. She was astonished at her own thoughts… didn't she want a seclusion? Yes, she did but Arnav had everyone throwing themselves at him. How could she ever rest in peace knowing she is so far away from him?

"I won't ever do anything to hurt you, Khushi. And my this is the only life I have… and you are a part of it." He spoke gently as if reading her body language. She was easy to read if only someone took out the time to do so. He body and eyes gave out every thing. Khushi gave him a watery smile and choked down a sob. He understood her like no one else. No one had ever done that what this mere man could do.

After finishing their meal, Khushi refused any kind of dessert. "So, shall we go to our room?" Arnav asked her. He was nervous and on edge… but he couldn't wait. He waited to touch her badly. Throughout the entire meal and the car ride, it was hard not to crush her into him. She had that kind of an impact on him… she was lethal and he hadn't even touched her yet.

Khushi mutely nodded her head and they both rose, fetched her coat and trailed towards the elevators. Once inside, a sudden current passed through them and in the blink of a moment, Arnav was at Khushi's side, pressing her into the wall while kissing her fervently. His kisses before were soft and tender and some were hot… but this was something beyond that. It was needy and almost dirty. This caused Khushi's belly to clench and her nether regions to groan. She wanted this man so badly.

Arnav thrust his tongue into her mouth, re-exploring every inch, nook and corner… branding her with this sweltering kiss. "What are you doing to me, Khushi?" he whispered against her mouth. Khushi continued to match his pace and moaned into his mouth. She didn't care whether they in a moving elevator, being monitored on the CCTV… she knew she just wanted Arnav and could feel that he wanted her as well when she grazed her leg over this torso. Arnav groaned while placing his forehead on hers. "Baby, just a few more minutes."

As soon as the elevator dinged on their level, Arnav threaded his fingers through hers. He gently tugged her towards his penthouse suite, swiped his card and entered. As the door shut, Arnav's mouth was on Khushi's. He was releasing heat while desire burned holes in their body. The clothes felt overbearing; Khushi dropped her trench right at the entrance. Arnav could take it anymore so he grazed his hand up her leg. She was clad in a navy TopShop bodice skater dress that made Arnav graze his hand up to her thigh. In the heat of the moment, Khushi slipped her leg over his leg in order to steady herself.

She fingered Arnav's blazer, tugging on it and Arnav obliged. She then worked on the buttons while Arnav spun her around and kissed her neck. Khushi's moans increased and this made Arnav explore her more. He felt the material of her underwear and continued to graze his hand up to her abdomen. Khushi moaned even louder causing Arnav's blood to pound even harder. The slick heat between them grew and so did the hunger for each other. Khushi opened up his shirt and trailed her fingers all over his firm abs.

"Baby, we have to stop… I don't want to take you against the door for our first time," Arnav said in an almost whisper. He then picked Khushi up while she felt her face become beetroot. Why was she behaving like such a wanton?

He placed her on the floor when he entered the room and she looked around the room. Nothing was different but she was again on edge. Slipping her heals off; Khushi bit her lip as Arnav watched her carefully. She was feeling cold and unbelievably shy so she turned around to look out of the window. She sensed Arnav come closer to her, and standing behind her. His heat was emanating off his frame. He turned her around, and kissed her forehead. "Khushi, please relax… I want to do this with you… but if you aren't ready…"

Khushi shut him up by placing her finger on his lips. "I am ready." He gazed into her eyes and saw the finality of her decision. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Khushi could sense a change in his pace… he was worshiping her face… kissing her eyes, nose, cheeks, chin and finally claiming her mouth. She opened up right away for him to mark his territory. She appreciated hi sweet torture but it was getting hot and stuffy in her clothes. She slipped her hands over his abdomens to make her own ministrations. She wanted to run her fingers all over him, bite him, and mark him his. At this moment, this man wanted her and no one else. Arnav descended his lips onto her neck that she had expertly hidden underneath a scarf. Her let the scarf drop to the floor and continued to nuzzle her neck eliciting Khushi to moan even louder.

He lowered himself even further towards her abdomen. Since her dress was ruched in the front, it left a triangular opening that showed her stomach. He lowered himself closer to her abdomen and kissed her. Khushi nearly toppled over Arnav with the sudden contact; Arnav further tortured her by slipping his tongue out to trace the open V. At this gesture, Khushi leaned her weight against the window frame and shut her eyes. She continued to relish Arnav's lips lowering further down until he hit the spot. And when the light exploded around her, she fell but Arnav caught her. He carefully carried her towards the bed while Khushi was still swimming in and out of the light.

He slipped behind Khushi, slid her zipper all the way down and lowered her dress off her shoulder. Khushi turned around and lowered her mouth over his shoulder blades. She kissed him and he reacted by releasing a growl. Thinking of it as encouragement, she tugged him closer to her. Arnav sat on the bed while Khushi sat astride him. She moved her hands over his shoulder blades, tugging on his shirt along with it.

Arnav flipped her over the bed and laid her down gently. He tugged her dress off that was hanging over her abdomen. Khushi kicked the dress and felt Arnav drape her with his own body. She looked into his and saw that he was stripping her bare with his eyes. He held her against his frame and kissed her again… this time it was heated again causing Khushi to rub against him. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer. The last remaining clothes were shed off and Arnav asked her one last time, "Are you sure?"

Khushi simply nodded feeling too overwhelmed in anticipation and a sweet ache. She wanted him to break her and build her. "Please." She begged.

When the pain hit, Arnav stilled and even when Khushi said it was all right, he still took his time. He didn't want to hurt her. A rhythm was established that was laced with pure passion and lust. When the light exploded around Khushi she couldn't help but scream for him. "Baby." His light soon followed after which he lowered his head on Khushi's shoulder.

Completely spent up by the sheer passion that had engulfed them, Arnav lay beside Khushi. She placed her head on his and drifted into a tired sleep… it was followed by Arnav finding his own bliss.

Around 1'oclock in the morning Khushi stirred in her sleep… She felt sated and unbelievably tired. She fluttered her eyes to witness silence, darkness although the curtains were open. A warm blanket was draped over her while a heavy arm was hugging her. She tried to pry off Arnav's arm so that she could put him in a more comfortable position. After a few tries, she gave up and sighed.

"Khushi, are you up already?"

She twisted her head to stare into those pools of liquid and her reply was clogged in her throat. "I think we are ready for round two… init?"

Khushi merely blushed as Arnav caught her lips again and started to build her up before he could break her into millions of pieces and she didn't complain one bit.

When the morning broke again, Khushi had been sated three times, and she felt like every time Arnav had sex with her, it was new, it was different and it was toe curling. In the morning, Arnav and Khushi showered together when he promised that he wouldn't do anything else. She couldn't keep with his appetite for physical rendezvous. In the shower, she was surprised that he had kept his promise of not trying anything with her. Truth to be told, Khushi knew she fell apart the moment Arnav touched her. Her resolve would crumble and shatter in millions of pieces.

Arnav had simply lathered shampoo in her hair, washed her body off carefully with a loofa, conditioned her, wrapped in a towel like a baby. He had ordered a few clothes from the gift shop already but insisted that she wear his t-shirt.

"Khushi, you make it look hell'ova sexier!"

She had happily obliged. He made her breakfast as well because he remembered she didn't like that food was wasted. Arnav knew that Khushi was happy and that made him happy. She was something entirely different and she was his. He knew that she was doing something to him. He felt like his chest exploded in warmth every time he laid his eyes on her. He was happy doing menial tasks for her because it made her happy. From a guy who never regarded any ones feelings to caring for this creature in front of her, Arnav could feel that Khushi was definitely his unattainable thing.

"My sweet creature, please eat more… you need to keep up with me," he winked at her and slipped another sunny side on to her plate.

Khushi stood up on her toes to level with his frame but failed. She nevertheless stood her ground and spoke, "My incorrigible devil, stop before I explode… granted that I said we need to use the food, but I never meant in one sitting!"

"Devil?" he said in an amusing tone. "Yes, devil! You were always a devil back then… the name sticks!"

"Well needless to say," he picked Khushi up and placed her on the counter top, "you were always this creature who had beguiled me… so I would say this name also sticks, baby."

"And I think with the amount of screaming you do, you really need more energy," Arnav humuoured her. Khushi turned another shade of tomato, "And how am I going to cover these bite marks all over my chest?"

Khushi blushed harder and placed her hand over his mouth. "Ssshhh, devil!!" He tried to tickle her but Khushi sat stiffly. Khushi stared into his eyes and this halted his actions. She placed her forehead against his and breathed in her scent. He gently pushed his hands up her shirt and Khushi welcomed his touch. It was as if she knew his touch all along, like it wasn't the first time he was touching her.

"I some times feel like I am dreaming, baby." Arnav spoke in her ear.

"Me too, baby."