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This is a collaborative effort between a friend and I...I had an idea for an OS, and if you follow me on tumblr you know I like to do a lot of stuff, but Rhea loved it so she went with it. The premise is basically that Arnav and Khushi were together and then Khushi broke it off because of something and now she's getting engaged but Akash and Payal are still together and it all just hurts a whole lot. So graphic by ME and Writing by Rhea- check out her FF called In My Veins over here.
"We can't do this…" she said softly.
"We aren't doing anything…you hurt your foot and I'm helping you out…friend things. That friends do."the words came out choked from his mouth,as if his body was rejecting what his mind was putting out. Rejecting the thought that he could not have her. All he wanted was her.
"Maybe I should call Buaji she'll be ab-"
"No", he cut her off sharply, "I'll fix it up in two minutes. We can put an ace bandage on it." his said, harsher than he wanted and he saw her flinch. So what? She doesn't want it. She wants to be with whoever she was getting engaged too. Whoopie for her. There was no way he was going to be nice to her.
"No, you know I can get my fianc-", she gasped, cutting herself off. He looked up at her, just for a minute, and then let go of her foot.
"Yes," he said, walking to the door, "maybe you should". he heard her struggle to get up from the bed but ignored it as he made his way to the door.
"Arnav.. .. she started. He slowly turned to face her, what could she possibly want to say? What could she possibly need from him? "Your cut…" Looking at a spot somewhere behind her shoulder, he unbuttoned his shirt, tearing his gaze from her he walked to the cupboard with bandages in it, he finished and meeting her gaze, he began walking out of the room once again, . She swallowed, eyes wide and pleading, look at me look at me. But he didn't. Couldn't. "Please look at me" she breathed. Unless she said that, said it like that, he hated that, hated that she could do that, with one look, he would do anything, without thinking, without realizing that he was just her pawn. He meant nothing to her. Nothing at all. Not today. Today he would make her realize that she couldn't live without him. She didn't like his attitude, his mind? She wouldn't be able to forget him.
He walked towards her, a smirk set upon his face, "I'm looking" he whispered. She swallowed, "I…just….I…"
"Perhaps Khushi, we should get your fiancee, let him see you like this.." he trailed off. She looked up at him, eyes questioning, and then she looked down to his lips, which had slowly begun to descend to hers. "Your lips trembling.." he traced a finger along her lips, "your cheeks flushed.." he moved it over to her cheek
"I…, she looked up to his eyes again, he moved his hand down, down her shoulders, lightly grazing her breast, tickling down her ribs and settling at her waist, he pulled her in, her body molded to his instantaneously. This felt right, this was right. "Maybe…" he breathed into her ear, "he should see you like this. Do you think I should call him? Do you want me to call him now?" Are you thinking about him now?", he assaulted her ear with soft whispers, spoke the words into the skin of her cheek, her neck, and pushed her to the bed, covering her body with his own, "Do you want him now?"
"We can't do this…" she said softly.
"We aren't doing anything…you hurt your foot and I'm helping you out…friend things. That friends do."the words came out choked from his mouth,as if his body was rejecting what his mind was putting out. Rejecting the thought that he could not have her. All he wanted was her.
"Maybe I should call Buaji she'll be ab-"
"No", he cut her off sharply, "I'll fix it up in two minutes. We can put an ace bandage on it." his said, harsher than he wanted and he saw her flinch. So what? She doesn't want it. She wants to be with whoever she was getting engaged too. Whoopie for her. There was no way he was going to be nice to her.
"No, you know I can get my fianc-", she gasped, cutting herself off. He looked up at her, just for a minute, and then let go of her foot.
"Yes," he said, walking to the door, "maybe you should". he heard her struggle to get up from the bed but ignored it as he made his way to the door.
"Arnav.. .. she started. He slowly turned to face her, what could she possibly want to say? What could she possibly need from him? "Your cut…" Looking at a spot somewhere behind her shoulder, he unbuttoned his shirt, tearing his gaze from her he walked to the cupboard with bandages in it, he finished and meeting her gaze, he began walking out of the room once again, . She swallowed, eyes wide and pleading, look at me look at me. But he didn't. Couldn't. "Please look at me" she breathed. Unless she said that, said it like that, he hated that, hated that she could do that, with one look, he would do anything, without thinking, without realizing that he was just her pawn. He meant nothing to her. Nothing at all. Not today. Today he would make her realize that she couldn't live without him. She didn't like his attitude, his mind? She wouldn't be able to forget him.
He walked towards her, a smirk set upon his face, "I'm looking" he whispered. She swallowed, "I…just….I…"
"Perhaps Khushi, we should get your fiancee, let him see you like this.." he trailed off. She looked up at him, eyes questioning, and then she looked down to his lips, which had slowly begun to descend to hers. "Your lips trembling.." he traced a finger along her lips, "your cheeks flushed.." he moved it over to her cheek
"I…, she looked up to his eyes again, he moved his hand down, down her shoulders, lightly grazing her breast, tickling down her ribs and settling at her waist, he pulled her in, her body molded to his instantaneously. This felt right, this was right. "Maybe…" he breathed into her ear, "he should see you like this. Do you think I should call him? Do you want me to call him now?" Are you thinking about him now?", he assaulted her ear with soft whispers, spoke the words into the skin of her cheek, her neck, and pushed her to the bed, covering her body with his own, "Do you want him now?"
(written by my friend Rhea, who also is writing In My Veins, her note: "I didn't edit or proofread! I hope you guys like it :)")
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