A PROMISE : PART 9 complete - Page 18

For the last22 minutes, 34 seconds, Arnav has been holding Khushi's hands ,clasped within his. He stayed whole night with her, on her bed, in her bed and around her bed.

On her bed because, at one point he was the one to sleep on it, as Khushi was too tired , trying to keep her hands off him.

In the bed, because he slept in it, while she mesmerized the view and inched a bit closer.

Around the bed, because, he and her had a run and chase in the night, when Arnav woke up at around 6.30 am. and saw her gazing at her with borderline lustful stare.

He asked her to sleep beside him but she directly said no. so he was trying to hold and bring her back.

Well, within the run and chase,

some sweats were lost

Some memories were created

Some laughter were wasted, well cherished, will be a better word to describe.

Khushi lost a pair of her glass bangles.

Arnav lost one of his shirt button.

She held him away and tugged on the shirt. Arnav was happily taking it off for her to sew back. But she refused. Because this man with full lcoths become pretty darn difficult to handle. Without clothes he might probe and push, which will be beside impossible to handle for her.

She sometimes feels like she is he only DUMB one in the planet to say no to him, day in day out. he wants her, he clearly needed her. He cannot stay a minute without her.

Since her return back form Raizada house, Arnav has been eloping and stealing time. He has uncountable times jumped in from the window, call and missed call , begging her to open the front gate to let him inside. Stood in the rain, in the sun, in dusk, in dawn, in midnight, in marning, in high noon in evening.

He has bribed HAPPY JI for excuses, he has made AMAN ji come and recheck if everyone is out of not, he has also bribed PAYAL ji to come and spend time, he has also almost abducted BUAJI to the shops and back so he can have alone time with KHUSHI.

Only for some time alone, in a room, with her. But she is the one to keep him away. She laid down some base rules. He can be with her, not touch her the way he wants, he has to respect her boundaries, stop when she feel uncomfortable.

But why?

She hasn't even let him kiss her properly.

He tried.

God knows.

People knows.

All knows he TRIED.

HELL YESS !! HE TRIED !!!!

But why on earth did she say no?

The same question kills her time to time.

He craves for her and she will not give in, because she still thinks the rasams and rituals are important.

But she was willing right?

During Diwali, if the DAMN call wasn't there, she would have let him kiss her. Kiss her delicately, kiss her whole heartedly, kiss her crazy, kiss her bad, kiss her like there is no tomorrow.

But why did she make him stop?

Why now? When she has been with him like a bride for 6 whole months. She bleed for him, she heard whatever not for him, she got called names, her whole family suffered, she eloped, she cried, she betrayed her family members in a way, they will never forget. But why still she feels that she needs to keep in an arm's distance away?

Does he deserve this?

Her each and every morsel of being starves for him.

The pit in the stomach churns up.

The limbs cry.

The senses mourn.

She needs him in.

Needs him whole.

Needs him full and complete.

But why can she not let him in?

Her thought process as usual gets hitched and halted by him'.yet again.

Khuhsi shouts put: Let me go'now.

No

Let me go. I will scream

No.

I am telling you for the last time, let me go. Now. My hands hurt. It really does. My fingers are burning.

Umm. Hu'no.

Please.

Nah

Please.

No.

Please. See I am going to count to three then shout.

Lol.

What? You laughing.

Yes I am laughing.

Let me go.Please. See I am requesting with a smile. So you should let me go. See its already red.

Nah

Ufff.

Ufff, what? Where is your smile?

No smile. I am going from here and you will move this from here?

This is not going to be moved. See my hands? These will stay holding yours until you tell me you love me. And you are willing to let me kiss you on the nose.

Move it.

No.

Ufff. You are extremely stubborn

Tell me something I do not already know.

Khushi pleads: Arnav ji! My hand really hurts. I was cutting green chili when you called. I ran back to my room because Buaji was almost coming in and then you held me tight.

Arnav shouts out:

What the hell?

Why did you not tell me this in the first place? It has been almost an hour.

Khushi: no, it has been around half an hour. I need to wash my fingers. Its burning.

Khushi felt her inside melt, seeing his sadness and remorse in those caramel eyes.

She was thinking of him as she always does. But when he adds a remorse track with his sexy track, it gets out of hand for her to control. Damn it. Why of all the times does he need to feel bad now? He is like the sweet 1 year old when he makes this face? How can a rude, arrogant, crazy, angry man turn into an innocent 1 year old in a matter of a second? This is really not fair !!! Khushi frowns at herself and at her situation.

Arnav: come here.

Khushi:

No, Please.

Please, let me go. Anyone will come and see you here. I cant imagine what will happen then. Either they will slap me or they will finally kick me out of this house for good. Please. How many times should I say please?

Arnav:

I told you not to say please, but you won't listen. So what the point. You know very well, I do what I want and now I am not letting you go. So stand straight and close your eyes.

Khushi:

Close my eyes? kidding me right?

Arnav:

No, you know I don't joke about these things. Ok don't close: watch .

Arnav does what she thought of a hundred million times. His lips on her. In her and around her. The soft , hot, seduction. The tantalizing tingling of the senses. Her nerves cave in. she inhales and then exhales. A drum rolls butterflies fly with all their color, sharing with the unknown rainbow. A wind blow.s a hurricane strikes.

He is standing

She is shoved on the wall

He has her hands in his hands.

Her finger is held by a strong wrist.

His face is lucratively close and wet.

Her face is red and burnt with passion.

Her eyes are closed.

His eyes are open with anticipation, judging, assessing her reaction.

He tucked her index finger in his mouth, a minute ago. His tongue is around it, sucking the chilli hotness away. His eyes are getting watery with the taste of hot chilli, but at the same time another kind of hotness is erupting, causing a hazardous fire inside.

He licks the finger, almost quarter on an inch inside and out.

Khushi's face is dangerously pale. All blood vanished. She looks like an angel, under attack.

He sucks the hot chilli out of her finger and gulps the taste.

She pants.

He smiles.

He licks the top and then slides it a bit inward.

She breaths heavy, closing her eyes more determinedly, she begs that's the feeling will last, she begs that the feeling will end soon. It a torment, it's a rage, it's a passion beyond her hold.

She looks up. Directly into those caramel, seduction.

He smirks.

Arnav: what?

Khushi: you.

Arnav: me what?

Khushi: you everything.

Arnav: me, everything?

Khushi: why?

Arnav: why not?

Khushi: why me?

Arnav: why not you?

Khushi: let go,

Arnav: tell me something new.

Khushi: my finger hurts.

In the last sentence Arnav was taken aback. This was not something he was expecting from his ran-way bride.

She will run, slide, glide, swindle, walk, shout, make countless confusion, just to stop him from becoming intimate. But now she is offering another finger? Her thumb? Is she feeling ok?

Is it Khushi or someone else?

Arnav stops for a second and thinks. An animal roars in victory. The instinct. That low lying chained instinct. Instinct to take her whenever, where ever. How on earth will he tame his inner beast now?

Its raging out from its den. He needs to have her and have her now. All of her. Complete.

The clock strikes.

A phone rings.

Someone is banging on the door.

The car honks.

Someone again bangs on the door.

A siren wails.

Close enough some people shout.

Close enough his people, her people crates all drama, excuses, hindrance.

But ARNAV stays steady.

He lets her index slip by and grabs hold of the thumb. Presses a soft delicate kiss on the upper end and then flicks a touch on the sides. He tastes the hotness again. Another tear forms.

Khushi keeps on staring.

In her sane part of the brain, someone tells her that she needs to run as fast as possible, before things get out of hand and she loses the last strand of control.

In the insane , love spelled part of her brain, someone tells her to stop and see, how far along he is willing to go to bear her pain. He is having chilli directly sucked into him, eyes are getting watery and clearly is not easy for him to handle. But he is doing it with a pleasure.

She should stop him for his sake as he is physically getting burnt . But she doesn't stop him. It might get borderline sadist, but she keeps her stare fixed on her and let him do what he does without any hesitation.

Arnav sheds a watery tear.

Khushi smiles.

But she tears too.

Khushi sheds a tear, a watery one but for joy.

Khushi: why do you love me like this? You know you are crazy right?

Arnav: you were giving your life away for me back then, remember ?

So who loves whom more?

Another tear drop rolls out'''''''''

Another steel chain adds on'''''''''''''''''''..