Couldn't resist posting this today..my dedication to this epic scene
OS: Almost Kiss (1yr Anniversary)
By: TINA!
The moon was reflected in the still water of the pool as Arnav advanced in deliberate steps toward Khushi.
But she didn't notice, her eyes downcast, her hands clinging to her chiffon sari.
It was only when he was just a breath away that Khushi glanced up, her eyes rounding.
She immediately retreated, taking several steps back.
Arnav's eyes hardened as he watched her go. But he refused to end it here.
He was pulled toward her.
He could no longer ignore the feelings this woman brought out in him. She appeared so fragile, so delicate, but she was the only one who'd ever stood up to him, who had screamed at him, pushed him away..
And now she stood before him looking so beautiful, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Never had he been so mesmerized.
His eyes traced over her red sari draped body slowly, taking in her slight quivering, her heaving chest, her wide eyes, her parted lips..
Damn it!
He should leave, he thought, Go before he succumbed to the temptation before him.
"Arnavji?" asked Khushi softly, her eyes shining with uncertainty.
His jaw tightened as her trembling voice hit him.
What was it about her, he wondered, that drew him so? Why couldn't he leave her alone? Why did he keep running into her no matter what he tried?
When he didn't reply, Khushi frowned, biting down on her bottom lip.
Waves of desire crashed into Arnav as he watched her.
His eyes darkened with barely repressed hunger.
Whatever this pull was, he couldn't control it.
He needed more..
With hard steps, he stalked closer to her.
Khushi's heart pounded as she stared across at him. She edged back slowly.
What was Arnavji doing, she wondered? The way he was looking at her..Her chest heaved. This was wrong, wasn't it, she asked herself?
But why then did it feel so right?
Why did she want to give into the feelings this man inspired in her?
She'd tried for so long to suppress her desires, to forget about him.
She'd tried hating him, ignoring him, fighting with him.
But nothing worked.
A small whimper escaped Khushi's lips as her back met the brick wall of the poolside.
She glanced up at Arnav with wide eyes.
But he only walked closer, covering her with his body. His hands rose up, blocking her on either side. His dark suit just barely touched her sari.
His warm breath fanned her face, his eyes so soulful all Khushi wanted to do was lose herself in their depths.
But she forced herself to turn away.
This was wrong.
Forbidden.
He was Arnav Singh Raizada! And she was Khushi Kumari Gupta..two polar opposites, two people who came from two very different worlds.
How could she possibly have these feelings for him?
But she did, she realized with heart-stopping clarity, she did.
That thought shook her to her core.
Khushi's head swung toward Arnav.
He was staring at her intently, trying to read her.
Suddenly, his hands rose, cupping her cheeks.
Khushi blushed, her chest heaving.
All thoughts of right and wrong left her.
Only he mattered.
Only this moment mattered.
His eyes sizzled into her as he bowed his head closer.
Khushi's hands fisted on her sari as she felt his mouth near, his warm breath just grazing her parted lips.
Her eyes closed..
His lips descended on hers hungrily, kissing her fiercely.
He kissed her as if he was starving for her, as if he couldn't get enough of her.
A moan escaped Khushi as Arnav pushed closer, his tongue entwining with hers.
Her hands plunged into his hair, drawing him closer still.
She welcomed his touch, his possession.
Arnav picked her up in his arms then, taking her without hesitance toward the dark bedroom.
With care, he laid her on the bedspread, his hands going to her scarlet sari.
Khushi's eyes flew open as she felt air hit her bare skin.
She broke their kiss for a moment to stare up at him wide-eyed.
"Arnav..what are you--"
He hushed her quickly, his lips kissing her exposed skin, his hands branding her curves.
Khushi felt herself losing control as his tongue darted out, licking a trail down her body.
Her head thrashed on the pillows.
As he left her for a moment to remove his own clothes, Khushi gazed up at him a frown.
"This isn't what happened that night!" she informed him.
He smirked, throwing his shirt off his head.
"I know, Khushi. We just almost-kissed then."
Khushi sighed, her hands going to his belt.
"I asked you to recreate that moment, Arnav. It's been one year since that night, you know," she murmured.
His free hand glided down her body with familiarity.
"And I did, love. Everything was just the same."
At Khushi's pout, Arnav shook his head, his eyes darkening.
With a thud, he threw himself on top of her.
Khushi's eyes closed at the delicious friction.
Arnav Singh Raizada..he had no idea what he was doing to her..
"And actually, Khushi," whispered Arnav into her ear, his hands molding her to his liking, "I prefer this year..this year you're not Khushi Kumari Gupta but Mrs. Raizada, my wife..I can finally do what I couldn't last year."
Khushi curled her arms around his neck, rising up slightly to kiss him, "Hmm, maybe you do have a point, Mr. Raizada."
He winked at her as he leaned down to kiss her firmly, his hands pulling her closer so skin met skin.
Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada..he'd show her how right he was..
And as the candles blew out and their cries rang out, he did..
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