Vinod woke up in the darkest hour of the night. Akaash, Arnav and all the maids and helpers in the Raizada Mansion were fast asleep. He tiptoed downstairs with a tiny torch in the hand. He had almost knocked off a vase as he was walking around in pitch black darkness. Earlier that evening, he had been given a tour of the majestic mansion and had been shown the guest room for his stay. He had distinctly familiarized two important locations of the house- Akaash's and Arnav's respective study room. Also, before he had joined them at the dinner table, Akaash was telling Arnav about some important project related to a particular Gupta. He thought of digging into the matter, but both of them fell silent as Vinod joined them at the table. However, from his own sources, he had successfully found out that he was referring to the same Gupta who was Arnav's P.A.'s Dad. Presently, he stood in front of Arnav's study and tried to open the door. "Smart Kid" Vinod thought, when he found the door locked. Next, he proceeded to Akaash's study room and his lips broke into a wicked smile, as the door opened. "Not so smart, after all" But he stopped in his tracks when he saw a faint light coming out of the room. "Who's there?" A voice echoed from within, and Vinod knew that he had struck at the wrong time. However, not the one to give up easily, he opened the door and smiled at Akaash, who was reading a file labelled "CONFIDENTIAL" "What made you come here? That too at this hour?" Akaash said as he shut the file abruptly and slid it inside his drawer, while looking at the wall clock, and then at him. Vinod's eyes followed the file into the drawer and Akaash locked the drawer, slipping the key into the pockets of his tracks. "I need to get that key, and I need to get that file" he thought, and looked at Akaash.
"I wasn't feeling sleepy. I'm getting older. It's not easy to fall asleep when one reaches this age" He said with a smile. Akaash nodded his head. He knew his uncle was definitely snooping around the house to lay his hands on something that could be used against the Raizada brothers. Akaash made a mental note to be doubly aware of the crooked man. "Well, make yourself at home. I'm off to bed" Akaash said with a yawn and walked towards the door. Vinod stood there, still staring at the drawer. Akaash cleared his throat and said, "I need to lock the room." "Of course, of course.." Vinod said as he stepped out. Akaash locked the door, and went upstairs to his room to retire for the night. "I have to get those keys, by hook or by crook!" Vinod thought as he saw Akaash climbing the stairs. Unknown to Vinod, Arnav watched him with a hawk's eye from the passage, upstairs. "I'm just tolerating you, Vinod Raizada. If I come to know that your intentions are the same as we assumed to be, I will tear you apart with my bare hands, I swear!" He gripped on the railing of the wooden staircase, almost threatening to break the expensive wood. Akaash came up to Arnav and placed him hand on his shoulder to calm him down. Both of them exchanged a meaningful glance and went back to their respective rooms to get some sleep.
Arnav could hardly sleep though. He had tossed and turned on the bed, but was unable to get his eyes shut. The minute he closed his eyes, he would see Khushi in front of him. He could still feel her hot mouth pressing against his lips, her tongue swirling around his, the sweet taste of her ambrosia, the feel of her hands on the bare flesh of his chest! Minutes back, he had even dreamt of her, getting out of a swimming pool, in nothing but a violet bikini. Damn, that color! He could clearly visualize every curve of hers as the water drops slid down her creamy skin. And then she walked up to him, where he was sitting and watching her at a distance. She stood in front of him, backed him and undid the string to take off her bikini top. And just when she was about to turn around, he had been woken up by slight noise outside his room. Of course, the evidence of enjoying that dream was still straining against his trousers, and he had to calm himself down. But before that, his sixth sense compelled him to check what the noise was about. And he was right! His uncle had been busy snooping around. Vinod had stopped near his study, and Arnav smirked as he cursed the locked door. And then he had proceeded to Akaash's study room to go inside, but in a short time, he was ushered out and the room was locked. Presently, Arnav was still in his room, busy tossing and turning. He was in a fit of rage and was quite irritated. Part of it was because he was frustrated, emotionally and sexually. He hadn't had a woman since a few weeks. He was trying hard to get over the urge of his shut-the-face-f**k-the-base attitude, ever since he had fallen for Khushi. There was something about her that set her apart from everyone else. She had the body of a model and the heart of an angel. The thought that she too loved him simply flattered his male ego. He looked at the watch striking 3 A.M. It seemed too late to talk to her. But then, he simply wanted to hear her voice. Without a second thought, he called her up.
Khushi was fast asleep, lost in her dreams, where she could almost feel him doing wonderfully sinful things to her. His hands were everywhere on her, while she could not move an inch as he lay on top of her, both of them as naked as the day they were born, with her hands tied to the bed post. And he was torturing her with his fingers, while his mouth was firm on her lips, coaxing her to taste him as well. And then, he pulled back from her and positioned himself to enter her. Khushi felt strange sensations pass through her as he was about to thrust himself into her. "Your phone is ringing" he told her and sat up straight. "Huh?" was all that Khushi could manage and she woke up from her dream, making sure that she was still wearing her night suit. That was one hell of a dream! She was perspiring and her mouth ran dry. Her phone was ringing and she picked it in frustration. "Hello, love" His voice came from the other end. She found herself melting at his voice, but was also frustrated that her dream stayed incomplete. "Hi" she said in an unintentional husky voice due to her rapid breath and dry lips. "Dreaming about me, eh?" Arnav asked cockily, and she unconsciously let out a sigh, making him feel arrogantly positive. "Oh, you flatter my ego so well, baby" he said and continued, "Tell me, what were you dreaming?" Khushi felt herself feeling warm, rather hot. The memory of her lusty dream, the erotic kiss in the office, the intensity in his eyes, everything flooded her brain, and she could not utter a word, even if she wanted to. "I can't remember. I mean, I wasn't dreaming about you." She mumbled and Arnav suppressed a giggle. "Sure, you were not! And mind you, you do have a hell of a way of denying things" he said, referring to their naughty scandalous kiss in the office cabin.
"Why did you call?" she asked, trying hard to ignore the goose bumps on her skin and the blush on her cheeks. "I was missing you" he said genuinely. "And, I was dreaming about you" he added cheekily. "What were you dreaming?" she asked and when she received his response, she cursed herself for asking him the question in the first place. "Well, I dreamt about you giving me a little strip tease beside the swimming pool" he spoke in a single statement. "Of all the places, swimming pool? That too in public?" she said without thinking twice. Arnav threw his head back in laughter. "So you have a problem with the venue, not the little show that you were putting up for me to sit back and enjoy?" he said between his laughter. "I... I did not mean that" she bit her lower lip, as she was getting affected by his devilish talks. "Arnav, it's late. I need to sleep and..." "Tell me your fantasy, Khushi..." he said, causing her to snap her mouth shut. "What?" she asked again, not sure if she heard him right. "I said, tell me your fantasy." She did not know how to answer that. He was asking her as though she had a lot of experience in bed. "Arnav, I don't..." "Alright, I'll tell you mine" he said, understanding that she had a lot to learn and he had a lot to teach. And he was definitely not a man of patience. Her naivety was such a turn on for him, that maybe if he was with her, he would have acted upon his desires. A little more of self-control and he would probably be termed as a sage!
"You know, I have this fantasy of having my sexy P.A. do something really improper with her boss during working hours" Khushi's jaw fell open, as he continued his description of the act. "You dance for me as you strip off that skirt and shirt of yours, and then give me a lap dance" Khushi felt her breathing become irregular. He heard her gasp and knew that she was affected with his talk. He never felt prouder of himself. "And then, I hold you in my arms, and kiss your lips, your neck, your throat and go further, lower." His description of the fantasy had almost turned into an erotic session of phone sex. "And then I carry you and make you lie on my desk, as I make love to you, in the bright daylight" Khushi could almost imagine the scene. She bit her lower lip as she imagined him doing what he said. She knew Arnav was an experienced man and hunted with skill and experience. She was new to it. Yet the inferno building inside of her asked her to go ahead. She loved him and so did he. She had heard from her group of friends that the way of expressing love, for a man, is through physical means. She knew he was just doing that.
"What if someone came in?" She asked him in a whisper, and that turned him on more. He smiled to himself as reality struck him. He was moving at a rapid pace with his experience and she was still so naive. Yet she kept up to his desire. "I was kidding, Khushi" he told her and she seemed to be confused. "I could never do such a thing. I love you and I respect your dignity. I will make love to you only once I'm your man and you're my wife. Not before that. You are going to be mine in every sense, only on my bed. No over a bloody office desk" She felt her heart flutter as she thought of becoming a part of his life as his better half. A strange emotion washed over her like a wave. But then, she recalled his reputation as a playboy. His Casanova image had been quite famous and for obvious reasons, Khushi began to feel insecure. "Arnav, I love you. But your past... I mean, the numerous women..." "What is in the past, needs to stay there, Khushi" he said with a hint of sadness in his voice, and after a moment he began to talk. "I never knew what family was. I never had one. Akaash was there for me all the while and I am grateful to him, but no one can ever replace the love from parents" Khushi knew what he was trying to say. At times, she too had longed for one hug from her mother, when her Dad was busy in his work. No doubt, Mr. Gupta loved his daughter, but she did miss her Mom, although she never spoke it out to her Dad. "I grew up in the company of hostel boys, and well, the mentality changed. I grew up with the belief that it wasn't really necessary to fall in love to satisfy the body. Sex meant everything, even if it was just meaningless. And many were ready to comply with my primal needs." He felt guilty over all these years of fatuous dalliance. I never fell in love, Khushi. Never ever. And right now, even I'm scared to hell. What I have with you, is something that I have never done before. I need you to trust me, Khushi, just as how I trust you that you will never leave me for my horrible past. All that matters is that today, you are the only one for me"
Silence prevailed. "She must have dosed off to sleep" Arnav thought, and just then, she said, "I love you, Arnav." He sighed. "I love you too" They stayed that way for some time. Emotional talks always drained the energy out of Arnav. And just to lighten the mood, he said, "Now give me a kiss" Khushi smiled. "I'm sleepy" she said and easily dodged his request. "Alright, go to sleep. Goodnight, love" he said. "Goodnight Arnav" she said, slightly surprised that he did not pester her for the kiss. Just when she was about to cut the call, he called her name. "Now what, Arnav?" she sighed looking at the clock striking 3.30.A.M. "I may have let you go to sleep without giving me a goodnight kiss, but I expect a good morning kiss, when I come to pick you up tomorrow morning. Be ready" he said, with a mischievous warning in his tone. Khushi clutched the phone close to her chest after he dropped the call. Sleep had vanished.
Sure enough, the next morning, Arnav was there outside her house, waiting for her in his vehicle. The driver opened the door for her and she slid into the seat, right next to Arnav. "Good morning" she greeted with a smile, while Arnav simply pulled up the tinted partition between them and the driver. "I told you how I would like to be greeted this morning, in return for last night's missed kiss" He said, looking into her eyes. She inched closer to him and gently brushed her lips over his. "Good morning" she said in a soft tone, looking at the knot of his tie, while blushing. "Not good enough. Try again" he said in a dry tone. She looked at him and soon, she realised he wasn't joking. She was thankful to the tinted windows as she pressed into his lips, with a slightly greater pressure. "Nope, still not good. The passion is missing" he said, asking her to kiss him again. "I cannot do better than this" she said, folding her arms across her chest and looking outside the window.
Arnav took her hands in his, making her look into his pale green eyes. "Then let me show you how it is done" Before she could say anything, he gently cupped her face and firmly, yet gently placed his lips on hers. He kissed her full, lush lips and then settled on her lower lip, nipping and toying it with his own lips and teeth. His hands settled on her neck and his thumbs supported her jaws, gently guiding and coaxing her to kiss him back. In seconds, she kissed him back, parting her lips, providing him the access to her mouth. Initially his tongue flirted with the contours of her mouth, flicking against hers. She too mimicked his actions and soon their tongues were caressing each other. He moved his right hand to the back of her head, pressing her into himself and she held on to his coat with closed fists. Temptation never felt so good earlier. Their open mouths were soft and searching, while their lips knew how to move in perfect unison. The importance of breath was long lost and forgotten. His left hand slid down her waist and he made her sit on his lap. She willingly obliged and straddled him. Eventually his hands settled on her hips, pressing her body to mould to his, and she leaned closer against him until she felt his erection against her. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to spark to life.
His hands travelled up her back and around to her front where he brushed her breasts with his finger tips. She never dreamed of doing something like this while going to work, but she had to admit, this was the most exciting thing that ever happened to her - sexually speaking. She wondered if they would just strip down and do it here and now, in the car. Her body was primed for some heated action, and judging by the strength of his arousal, he obviously felt the same way. The car came to a sudden halt at the signal causing Khushi to open her eyes, and vehicles lined up next to the car, everyone waiting for the signal light to turn green. Arnav was still lost in ecstasy and his tease turned into a bold touch at her delicious mounds. Khushi did not part from his mouth, but her eyes widened at their proximity. They were making out in the car, in broad daylight, in the middle of a busy street, at peak hour rush! Reluctant, she ended the kiss and tried to catch her breath. Arnav opened her eyes and looked at her, with a naughty smile. "And that is how a kiss is done, with passion" He ran his hands on her arms. "You feel good, Khushi" he whispered, leaning forward and kissing her neck. She gritted her teeth so she wouldn't give into the urge to move her hips. Her body betrayed her, as disappointment overcame when she got off his lap and sat on the seat. She took a look in the mirror and flushed to a shade of crimson. "The just-f**ked-look looks good on you" Arnav said smirking, as she tried to wipe off her smudged lipstick and brush her hair, too embarrassed to look at him. She had never been this way. He evoked desires in her that she did not even know the existence of. Throughout the drive, they did not speak a word, except for Arnav caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. She felt relaxed, and knew he was just trying to calm her down; making her feel that there was no need of being embarrassed and that he loved what happened between them.
They reached the office and just when Khushi was about to get down, he gripped her hand. "You need more practice with the kissing skills, Khushi. Henceforth, whenever you come to my cabin, you will kiss me until I say you have improved" Khushi was shocked to realise that he wasn't joking. "I mean what I say" Arnav winked and put on his glasses, as he ushered her into the office building. Getting out of the elevator onto his floor, he told her to bring his coffee into his cabin. But before she left, he whispered in her ears, "Your practice starts now"
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