Anything in coloured italics is a FLASHBACK! Again I'm going down on my knees to BEG that you listen to this song as you read. Don't worry about the lyrics'its mostly about the pulse and beat of the song.
MATURE CONTENT. MATURE CONTENT.MATURE CONTENT. MATURE CONTENT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sS_VejKXJME
***********************************************************************************
PART 2 - BEAST
The doorbell rang.
It was a really miracle that she had even heard the doorbell. The pulsating beat from the music shook the wooden floorboards of her apartment. Khushi was in the process of trying paint samples on the wall of her living room. As a result she was dressed in one of Arnav's old white office shirts and ...nothing else. It skimmed her thighs; the sleeves folded up to her elbows while the top few buttons were open, hinting at her cleavage. Half skipping, half dancing with her paintbrush in hand, she bounded barefoot to the door; her hair swaying from her messy ponytail.
Before she could register what was going on, a strong arm had placed itself around her waist, pulling her body forwards as the intruder consumed her lips. Khushi let her eyes close as she drunk in the sensations that were overwhelming her body.
He was back.
They shuffled forwards from the entrance of the apartment, still locked in the passionate embrace, as Arnav shut the door without so much as a backward glance. They hungrily devoured each other as Khushi roamed her hands under the lapels of his suit jacket pushing it off, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Arnav took her bottom lip between his teeth, gently nipping and pulling, and then turned his attention to her jaw. Butterfly kisses teased the contour of her jawline as his hands slowly journeyed down the expanse of her back and over the curvature of her derriere; lightly squeezing as he drew her body closer to him.
Khushi threw her head back, bit down on her lip and moaned. Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt the length of his arousal against her abdomen. Standing on her toes she brought her bare leg and ran it up his inner thigh until her knee rested just below his trouser line. Kissing him across his cheek she softly licked his earlobe and took the opportunity to forcefully knee him in the abdomen.
Whispering in his ear...
"That. Was. For. Being. Away. For. So. Long..." accenting each word to the beat of the music to convey her anger.
Growling he grabbed her shirt in his fist, turned her around and slammed her against the wall. He roughly pulled at her hair tie and let her hair fall loose around her shoulders.
"You know how I love it when you're rough with me...darling." she teased. His arms were now trapping her against the wall; his warm and ragged breath caressing her face. This was the first opportunity Arnav had to look at her outfit. Taking a half a step back he let his eyes wander up and down her. She was a sight for sore eyes; dressed in his shirt, gnawing her swollen lips with mussed hair that was begging him to run his hands through them.
Devilishly smirking he drawled... " I take it you missed me then?"
Khushi could feel the satin lining of his suit jacket underneath her feet, as she curled her toes in anticipation and rolled her eyes. Grabbing his tie, she yanked forward until he was once again only a few centimeters from her.
"Did anybody ever tell you that you talk too much?" she seductively suggested.
Tilting his head to the side, he raised his eyebrow and in one swift motion tore her shirt open. The buttons popped off and scattered in all directions; they let their gaze follow a particular button that rolled along the wood with impressive speed, trembling on its axis and finally coming to rest just in front of the table in the foyer.
"That should show you just how INTERESTED I am in talking. I am a man of action. But you already know that don't you...darling." While he was saying this Arnav had let his forehead rest on hers as his thumb ran circles over her nipple, caressing her breast over her black lace bra. His other hand was doing the same but was positioned on her right hipbone. Arnav had no need to travel any further south to feel her state of arousal...he could smell it.
Grinning sardonically, he lifted her up to straddle her legs around his hips and walked towards the bedroom, unceremoniously throwing her down on the bed. Her giggles rang through the apartment only to be cut off as her bedroom door clicked shut.
*********************************************************************************
Khushi Singh Raizada observed the rain as it hit the terracotta tiles by the pool, rebounded and splashed on to her. The water signified rebirth as it fed the vegetation that he had previously tended to. She was perched on the poolside recliner, her knees drawn to her chest as the rain molded her white saree to her shivering form. Nani and Di had tried to get her to come inside to no avail; it had been near damn impossible to remove her from the poolside since Arnav had gone missing a week ago.
Khushi had hoped that the rain would contribute toward washing away her sins; alas this was not the case. It only served to remind her that the doorbell would never ring again. Khushi Singh Raizada had killed her husband, the love of her life, in cold blood. There would be no salvation for her in this life or the next.
*******************************************************************************
The doorbell rang.
"Chote?"
*******************************************************************************
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Arnav back from the dead..? MUHAHA
I decided to turn this into a Short Story...simply because I wanted to. No other reason really.
Hope you enjoyed it.
BUDDY ME FOR PM'S.
10