ArHI OS: Surrender *Complete*

OS: Surrender

by TINA!

She'd been about to step out the main door of Shantivan, a bright, beaming smile on her lips, when rough arms grabbed her, hauling her back inside. The door slammed shut with a loud thud.

Khushi shouted at the top of her voice, but the sound came out as nothing but a muffled squeak.

"NANI! ANJALI DI! JIJI! ARNA--"

The hard hand covering her mouth tightened, forcing her backward against a masculine body. She twisted away, desperate to be free but it was no use. She was trapped--hopelessly trapped.

Through the tinted windows, she could see her family pause mid-conversation as if they heard the faint rustle of the commotion going on inside, peering almost exactly to the spot where she stood captive. If only they could see her..

Mami nudged her son to go check but the man behind Khushi had come well prepared. He motioned to his much shorter accomplice and the man immediately stepped out, nodding hurriedly.

Khushi watched astonished as he spoke to her brother-in-law outside. And then to her horror, the pair turned away. One by one, each of her family members sat in the white SUV, laughing and joking. The accomplice too departed toward the crowded street beyond. And then with a squeal of the tires, the Raizadas were gone, not even once glancing back.

"NO!!!" shouted Khushi, fighting like a tigress. Her heart pounded as she realized she was left alone with him--her kidnapper.

Her body clenched as she felt his large palm glide to her hips, keeping her upright. Goodness, she was in his arms!

Hai Devi Maiyya, she prayed, Please, let it be a dream.. please..

But as his hand fell from her mouth and she turned to face the dark gaze of her captor's, Khushi knew it was all too real. She lashed out against him wildly.

"LET ME GO!" she yelled, elbowing him with all her force.

The man behind her swore as she struck his flesh. Khushi smiled with triumph, ready to hit him once again.

But before she could, his hands tightened around her, pinning her against the wall.

Khushi struggled in his arms for several long minutes with little success. It killed her to admit that she was stuck, trapped to the hard planes of his chest.

Sighing with annoyance, she finally asked in a terse manner, her eyes flashing, "What do you want? Why have you kidnapped me?"

He stilled for a moment as her familiar voice reached his ears.

"I'm not your kidnapper," he smoothly replied. "I'm your husband."

Khushi's anger spread in blazes as she glared at a smirking Arnav.

"No, you're my kidnapper," she insisted. "Who else grabs someone like that?"

Arnav sighed impatiently, "You're mine, baby. And I can take you whenever I want. It's that simple."

Khushi's eyes narrowed at his arrogance. "Take what you want.. How dare you! That is not how husbands should behave! Who do you think you are?"

Arnav pressed kisses to her cheeks and down her neck, pulling her closer yet. Khushi struggled to move away from his lusty caresses, but he would have none of it. Arnav pushed her against his body, his warm breath fanning her ear.

"Who am I?" he repeated, the sound of his amused chuckle sending tingles down Khushi's spine. "I told you, Mrs. Raizada, I'm your husband. Perhaps you have heard of me, I am ASR.."

He said the name as if it held some great authority. Khushi though frowned up at him, trying to ignore how intimately he was pressed to her. Dammit, you're mad at him, Khushi! You shouldn't be thinking of how handsome he is or how much you want to take his shirt off. Stay angry--you have good reason to be.

"What do you want?" she finally managed, exasperated, "Because of you, Arnavji, I missed--"

"You won't be going, Khushi," he informed her coldly. "Over my dead body."

"What! Why?"

He shrugged, looking almost bored. "You called me your kidnapper, right baby? Well, kidnappers don't need to give explanations. So stop the damn tantrums and surrender."

"Tantrums!" shouted Khushi, outraged. In the next breath, she reached to strike him again. But he'd been expecting it.

Arnav growled as he lifted her in his arms, taking her--flailing arms and legs and all--to their poolside bedroom.

"Stop this!" she cried as she realized his intent, her heartbeat escalating. "You won't get away with this! I'll find a way to reach NK or Buaji or--"

Arnav smirked, leaning down so his lips were only just brushing hers.

"Oh really? Well, then I look forward to it. Let's see who can take you from me."

Khushi stiffened at his arrogant tone, gazing up at him crossly.

You will not surrender, Khushi, she vowed to herself, Don't you dare even think of it!

"Did you say something, Khushi?"

Her head snapped up toward her captor. "Let me go! Right now! If you stop this nonsense, I could still make it! Hai Devi Maiyya, what must everyone else be thinking?"

He laughed as he pushed open their bedroom door. "HP told them you had very important plans with your husband and could not make it."

Khushi wrinkled her nose at the mention of his accomplice. But a rosy blush bloomed across her cheeks as she focused on the second half of that sentence.

"You didn't! Arnavji!"

He winked at her, throwing her on the bed without pause. His lean, fit body covered hers.

"Now," said Arnav, bracing himself on his forearms. "Do you surrender to me?"

Khushi shook her head, her glossy hair rippling across the sheets. "Never!"

He smirked at that and then buried his face against her neck, nipping and marking the delicate skin. At her gasp, his tongue soothed the same spot, laving gently.

Arnav pressed more kisses and then slid upwards, finding her mouth. Khushi tried to resist him but as soon as his lips settled on hers, she lost control, arching up to his every caress. He grinned against her, sucking on her bottom lip.

"Arnavji!"

Another breathless moan escaped her as she felt him reach for her sari, drawing it away easily. As his lips wandered lower, latching onto her heaving chest, Khushi drew him closer, her nails raking his back.

Teasing her, he tried to move away but she wouldn't allow that--her hands dove in his hair, tweaking and pulling with force.

"What the-- Khushi! Behave!"

She giggled, drawing off his shirt as she had longed to from the start. "Well, then Mr. Raizada, please tell me how should I behave with my kidnapper?"

His mouth tightened on her, drawing a sharp intake of air from her.

"You're the criminal here, not me. What kind of wife decides to leave her husband two weeks after their wedding? What was I supposed to do?"

She reached for his buckle, confident in her new role as wife and lover. "Well how about not kidnap me like that! Do you have any idea how much you scared me for a split second, Arnavji? You're lucky I know your touch so well by now, otherwise they would have heard my screams till Lucknow."

He threw off the last of her clothes, his hands wandering over each curve with possessiveness. "Well if you hadn't made that plan to leave in the first place, I wouldn't have had to take such steps."

Khushi rolled him over, trailing kisses down his chest. "Leave you? I can never leave you. I love you." She pouted adorably as she lay atop him. "But it was so important to me."

"A dessert exhibition in Mumbai is more important than your husband? Unbelievable. Did you even think about me once? I can't stay without you a single night and you were all packing to go with the rest of the family for three to four days!"

He closed his eyes, taking a calming breath. Why didn't she understand? They were newly weds, he needed her with him dammit!

Khushi kissed him repeatedly. "Sorry, Arnavji. I do see your point. But love, there were going to be 30 booths for jalebis alone! And I wanted to see it all so much."

He reached for her hand, dropping kisses on each fingertip. "Next year, I'll take you myself. But not this year. Tonight, I want just be with you.. I love you, Khushi."

She smiled as she threw herself into his embrace. "And I love you."

They were silent for a moment, listening to the calming sound of the other's heartbeats.

"Arnavji?"

"Hmm?" He replied lazily, his hands massaging her bare back.

"I haven't surrendered to you yet."

His eyes snapped open. In one quick move, he rolled his wife over, pinning her hands above her head.

"Is that a challenge, Mrs. Raizada?"

Khushi blushed, her knees feeling weak as she noted the look of passion and all-consuming love on his face.

"Of course, Mr. Raizada."

He was grinning as he settled back down on her, his hands and mouths missing nothing. She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist as he grew more aggressive. Dragging him closer, she responded to his every urgent kiss, every bold caress with equal fervor.

"Surrender to me.." Arnav drawled against her reddened mouth.

And without breaking his gaze, Khushi parted her legs, giving him everything. She'd already surrendered her heart to this man, and longed to be his once more.

"I love you, Arnavji.. my kidnapper."