SS: Keeping Khushi (Part 14 Updt on Th 2) - Page 6

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Great start! I love the playful almost farcical tone.

hmmm... interesting. But wat happened to Aman? y he dropped the bag????

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As usual, dear friends, no more PMs, cos I will be updating atleast one part daily.

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Part 2

"Khushi Kumari Gupta, Sir. She came to record a song here. A budding classical singer. Also sings fusion stuff with new singers & bands."

"Get her here. Now."

"S..sir?"

"Now. Here."

After ten minutes of treading the carpet threadbare, Arnav heard what he had been waiting for, a timid knock on the door.

"Come in.", he tried to say evenly.

Khushi opened the door gingerly, and walked in.

(Sweety.2, thanx!)

There was just a man in the room. He turned around. Six feet tall, sculpted face, chocolate eyes, strong nose, jutting chin, lean body in a formal suit...

Khushi. She was even more beautiful than he had thought.

The muscles of his face and body tensed at his proximity to the girl he had wanted to meet so desperately. And now she was standing in his room with him, just a few meters away from him.

"I am Arnav Singh Raizada.", growled the lion-like man in a husky voice.

She nodded, her eyes revealing her discomfort in being in the same room with him, alone.

"I own AR Music. And AR Industries."

She nodded slightly, wondering why he had summoned her to his office.

"You are Khushi, aren't you?"

"J..j..ii..", she stammered. Her voice was sweet, syrupy, like honey, soothing and arousing at the same time.

"I have a proposition for you."

Arnav was determined to fix the matter immediately, before she left this room.

"J..j..i..i.?"

"A deal. I can give you something you need badly. The chance to sing at big concerts, to record for big labels, trips & performances abroad, lots and lots of opportunities and money. Big money. I am talking crores here."

Khushi was speechless. Not because she was fascinated by the offer, but because of this stranger's inexplicable generosity. Did saints wear coat & suit?, she wondered.

"It is not charity, but a deal. You will give me your time in return."

Would she throw herself at him, press those full, delicately plump lips against his lean cheeks in gratitude? Arnav almost shuddered with desire and want at the very thought. But she was standing in her place, looking at him as though she was not sure her ears were working properly, her wide-eyed look almost comical.

"Time?", she managed to get out.

Was she still asleep in her narrow bed in Anand Sadan? Caught in a nightmare she couldn't escape from? A nightmare in which she was alone and the world around her made no sense to her. In which she was lost in the crowd and couldn't make her way back to her home?

"Yes. Time. You will come out for dinner with me, to parties, shopping, spend time with me... I will get you a flat in a posh locality in Delhi."

She looked at him as though he were speaking Greek.

"I... I have a home.", she protested softly.

"I won't be able to visit you there. So a flat it is. And of course a car & driver for you."

Arnav waited as he had never waited for anything in his life before, eager to know her answer. His eyes lingered on her face & form, burning to possess her sweetness, the pure lines of her face, the freshness emanating from her, the jasmine scent, her softness, her honey voice... Everything. Even each breath that she took...

She looked at him for a long time, her perplexed eyes focused on his face. Finally she asked softly, "Are you alright, Mr. Raizada?"

"ASR. Call me ASR."

Khushi gulped & nodded.

"Are you alright, Mr. ASR?"

Arnav lifted a sardonic eyebrow. "Why do you think I am not alright?"

"You want me to have dinner with you, take you shopping and to parties, spend time with you? Why? Are you alone? Don't you have a family?"

(Pieryrose, thank u!)

Arnav swallowed. The genuine confusion and concern for him that he could see in her eyes stopped him from being his brutal self. He was the master of straight talking, but with her... But it had to be said, and said now.

"I want us to be lovers." He finally said it.

"Lovers?", Khushi asked, astounded. "Lovers? But we don't even know each other! How can we fall in love with each other? We just met!" A cute frown marked her forehead.

Arnav's throat worked rapidly.

"Who said anything about falling in love?"

The frown deepened. She tilted her head slightly, and looked at him enquiringly.

Arnav drew in a deep breath.

"I want you to be my mistress. I will provide you with accommodation, many opportunities to sing and build your career, money, and all comforts. In return, you will make yourself available to me at all times."

Khushi paled. Her whole body trembled. Her wide, shocked eyes looked into his hard, hot ones, unable to take in what she had just heard.

Arnav swallowed. So she was not used to this. No man had ever touched her. Ever kissed her. Found a way through her ultra-conservative clothes. His resolve to have her increased manifold. His need for her crossed all bounds...

"I...I am s..sorry." , she whispered. "I.. I don't do such... such things. I..I.. have never...never..." Her voice gave way. She turned and walked away, too shocked to even cry.

Arnav clenched his fists, stopping himself from stopping her and locking her in his room for ever with the greatest difficulty. As soon as the door swung shut behind her, he pulled out his phone with a shaking hand.

"Follow her. Get me her address."

Part 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3239275/ss-keeping-khushi-part-14-updt-on-th-2?pn=21

Hmmm...why was Aman so shocked? Interesting. Looking forward to your future updates. Good job.