Arhi SS: A Friend in Need (M)~COMPLETE!~ Check page 73 (25/6/16)

PART 1




"You look like a darling, my child. Thank you so much for helping me set up this party on such a short notice."

Khushi smiles in reply at her boss, godmother and so much more.

"It was my duty, dadi. Now, where is the lovely couple, the stars of tonight?"

"Aah, you know my grandson, never where he's supposed to be. He's not in his room too. Sweetie, will you go and fetch him from wherever he is? Send him to me right away. Oh, and look, there is Aashna."

Khushi turns to see her and spots Aashna in a middle of a half circle of crowd. She looks delicate in the baby pink she's wearing, shimmering but not quite glittering among the well dressed people. Exquisite, Khushi thinks.
Aashna looks every bit of the empress that she is and about to be. A perfect match for Arnav.
Sophistication for sophistication. Class for class.
Equals.

Feeling a bitter taste in her mouth thinking about something she's promised herself she'd try to avoid, she quickly excuses herself from her boss's side and walks up to the drinks counter to gulp down a drink or two she'd need for tonight before going on a search for him.

She's on her second drink when she spots a few confused looking servers and remembers that she's at the party to work. There's no time for wallow in self pity and cry for something one can't have.

She's walks up to the servers and solves their problem like the good host that she and directs them to where they should be before preparing herself to face him.

She knows where he would be when he's not in his room. The pool side and the terrace are her top two options. But terrace soon gets ruled out when she doesn't find him there and makes her way towards the beautiful, secluded poolside where not a lot of members of Raizada family make time to be, where it's always somehow breezy and where Arnav and she have spent a lot of time together. Good times. Bad times. Times of need. Times of passion.

Her heart picks up where she sees him standing there, his back to her and smoke surrounding him.

Sensing her he turns his head to see her approaching him. He looks perfect except for the red eyes which gives away the fact that he's beginning to get a little out of senses.

"Dadi is making you dress like an old woman or you've started stealing again? From her wardrobe now?"

She ignores that comment. "Arnav, hi! Dadi is looking for you. You should go, your engagement ceremony is about to start."

"Nice earrings," he says walking up to her and gives her earring a little push with his fingernail to make it dangle. Goosebumps appear on her skin.

"Thanks, Aman gifted them to me. They are pretty, no?" She doesn't know why she's saying all this to him. Perhaps she wants him to feel at least a bit of what she's feeling right now. Green. Jealous. A burn in the chest.

"Good that you're marrying a rich guy. How else are you going get all that your greedy heart wants? Sex and money. Although, I repeat, I'm not sure how you're getting him to have sex with you. But then what I'm I there for, always ready to satiate you?"

Anger fills her. She raises a hand to slam against his cheek but he gets hold of her wrist in a tight grip before she's able to do that and pulls her to him making her body slam against his. He smells of whiskey and she knows he's already a bit drunk.

"Aah" his fingers are punishing against her skin as her hand comes to rest twisted on her lower back in his painful grip. She knows it'll leave marks on her skin.

"Arnav, leave my hand." She says nervously looking around.

"May I request the presence of the to-be bride and groom to please come on the stage for the ring ceremony." The voice of the joyful anchor they had hired fills the air.

His grip tightens as he pulls her closer, a hand coming to rest on her waist, the extent of skin left bare by the sari that she'd chosen to wear.
Not a beautiful sari. Not with a chiffon or a net one with a sexy blouse, but a plain,simple one so as not to attract attention.
His attention. Arnav's.
But here he is. And here she is, enjoying his touch and attention.

One look in his eyes and she knows he enjoying it too. She knows what's on his mind, what this is leading to. She doesn't want to want it, having worked so hard these past few months to not crave his touch, to not give in when he touches her. But her treacherous heart and body are going against her brain.

She suddenly feels guilty when they call for the groom again to be present among the crowd.

"Arnav, you should go - "

"I want you. Right now." He states.

Her breathing picks up and heat pools between her legs, the treacherous body that she has.

"Arnav - "

"With this ugly sari off along with these earring."

"Please - " she struggles to release herself from his grip again.

"Tell me you want me too."

"I - I can't. I'm engaged now. And you're about to be."

He lets out a bitter laugh as his free hand pulls down a sleeve of her blouse revealing a maroon strap and a place he loves to leave his mark at.
His lips lands on the area of her skin just near the strap, tongue wetting it and teeth digging in, creating a new mark. She moans softly.

"You can't keep doing this to me Arnav - " she says as his lips are now on her neck, sucking on a tender spot. She hears a commotion of sorts outside. Arnav is needed there. "You should go now"

"I've missed you." He says in between placing wet kisses on her neck as his fingers reach her ear. An earring falls to the ground. The next one follows.

"Why do you not come to me anymore, Khushi? Don't I have anything left for you to steal? Or is it that Aman takes care of your every need?" He asks beginning to expertly peel the sari off her body, something which he's done numerous times - their school farewell, her college farewell, the time when she had worn a sari chosen by him for his sister's marriage, the numerous times she was required to wear a sari otherwise.

"I have a job now, if you remember?"

He ignores that as the sari finally comes undone and all pools around her feet.

"Does he make you feel good, Khushi?"

She doesn't speak anything, continuing to stand there as his eyes roam around her body and fingers begin to do away with the hooks of her blouse.

"Tell me," he demands as he throws the blouse near her feet followed by her underskirt. He grabs her by her bottom cheeks, pulling her into his need. He's fully aroused now.

She lets out another moan but cannot form a reply just yet.

"Tell me!" He demands and a hand reaches her breasts, a finger traces her cleavage before cupping one breast roughly in his palm. His hands reach her back to unhook her bra. She lets it fall to the ground.

"What happens behind closed doors is none of your business." she says.

In reply he gets hold of her hair, twists them in his arm and tugs to turn her around, her back to his front and makes her look up at the sky. "And what happens under the sky?" He asks beginning to grind his hips to her behind, a hand clutching her hip.
"With people celebrating outside and a girl waiting for me to put a ring on her finger? Who's business is that?"

"N-none of mine."

"Damned right, it's none of yours." He says, his lips attacking where her shoulder meets her neck.

"Arnav! f**k - aah!" She says as he begins to sooth the area after he places the hickey. It is sure to be visible.

He only chuckles in reply against her neck as his fingers travel to her soaked panty, pushes his fingers under the fabric and begins playing with her folds.

"Oh, Arnav." Her head falls on his shoulder.

"So you don't care at all that I'm marrying someone else, huh?" He says continuing to play with her her folds, his fingers sliding in her wetness in circular motions.

"I care in a way you'd never understand. How does it - how does it matter?" A tear drop or two escapes her eyes and roll down the sides of her face.

"Try me." His hips are still grinding against her behind and fingers still circling inside her folds. It's an overwhelming sensation, to feel him touch her like this after so long.

"I don't want to be let down again."

A gentle bite lands on her ear followed by the heat and moistness of his tongue. "Say it."

"I've said it before. You know it."

"I want to hear it again. It's been a while."

"Why? So you can break my heart again?"

He pinches her folds. "f**k - "

"Say it!"

"No."

A nail scratches her skin making her almost shriek and he repeats, "say it'"

"Fine. I love you!" She says finally, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. "I love you I love you I love you. Are you f**king happy now?"

He turns her around. Before she can look into his eyes for his reaction, he slams his lips on hers.

She somehow manages to do away with his clothes in the next few seconds. How many times have they made love here, hiding from the world, under the night sky?

He picks her up, her limbs straddling his hips as soon as he undresses him and presses her to the wall behind them. Their wall, supported by which they've had many a passionate encounters.

She moans as she feels his hardness against her still covered womanhood, their lips sucking, nibbling, nipping each other's.

How many months had it passed since they had touched each other like this? Surely not since she and Aman had decided to marry...

Before she could form her next thought, the net of her underwear splits into half. He's managed to tear it. She groans. Of all their passion-filled sessions, never has a cloth been torn, both always cautious not to be heard, seen, be reckless with clothing.

Tonight is different though. She isn't stifling her moans and neither is he stifling his grunts and groans. They aren't even being soft.
The doors haven't even been locked. They could actually hear people outside searching for the man who's to be engaged later tonight. They are beyond the care though.

Smoothening her hair out face, he quickly places a kiss again as he trusts within her, not bothering to be slow and pauses for a while to give her time to accommodate him as she digs her fingers on his back. He begins to move as soon as she tightens her legs around his waist giving him the green signal.

They slam into each other again and again, reaching higher and higher, till they both reach their peaks and fall to the ground, panting.

Another announcement fills the air. Jokes are being made about the future groom's absence but the she knows the situation is tense outside.

They both get up to wear their clothes. Even after having done this numerous time, getting clothed after sharing a few minutes of passion hidden away in secluded places, her fumbling hands struggle with her sari as he comes to her after having finished clothing himself and attacks her lips again.

"I'll see you later tonight then? After the party? I'm not done with this yet..."

She feels her eyes blur as she turns away from him. "I d-don't know, Arnav."

"Don't tell me you plan to go to Aman's place tonight."

"As a matter of fact, yes I'm going to." She turns around not caring to hide her tears. "It's going to get late and he's my fianc who lives just next door. I can't see why I can't go."

"Are you really the sort of the woman who'll have sex with two different men in one single night? Oh wait, I forgot you two don't actually do it..."

This time her palm successfully lands on his cheek, even reddening it.

He smirks as he soothes his cheek rubbing his palm on it. "Love how that totally gets you each time, Khushi. Why are you with him anyway?"

"Because he's my friend. I love him."

"You don't love him, Khushi. You love me."

She wipes her tears. "And I don't know why I do. I'm trying not to."

He grins. "Well, at least someone loves me even though she's trying not to. It won't be soon before she starts hating me too. I'm not as sweet a guy as Aman is, I know. Not always nice to you like he is."

"Arnav - "

"Save it." He says as walks off.

She's only managed to even out her breathing, still against the wall, when she hears loud whistles and applauses. He's obviously reached the crowd, to be engaged soon.

Khushi quickly works on her appearance before stepping out of the poolside to go to the bar only to see her fianc trying to get a drink.
She quickly walks over to him, places a peck on his lips and asks the bartender to make his favourite.

"You're late, Aman Bedi," She says.

"Work." He says shrugging, "one can't always make time for one's neighbour's engagement."

"He's also your friend." She points out.

"Just because you're in love with him and see past his mistakes doesn't mean I'm his friend, Khushi. I don't have any friends except you."

"I'm not in love with - "

"I'm just saying it's okay if you continue to have a relationship even after we get married without any guilt. My mother had too. Several, in fact. A lot of ladies in this room have. So, you have my permission."

I gape at him. He looks good in his three-piece suit, spectacles without rims and hair gelled back. "What are you saying? Do you actually think - "

"...I mean if he's willing to. I won't stop you."

"I'm not going to have an affair with him, Aman!"

"Aren't you already?" His eyes are on her neck, at the hickey Arnav had just given her.

In reply she just stares at his face for a few seconds, tears of guilt beginning to form in her eyes, before turning her back to him and walking off.



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