ARSHI FF: DEEPLY CONNECTED (Chap 9 - Pg 49)(02/08) - Page 25

She sat down on the bed with her knees cuddled close to her chest as her eyes wandered aimlessly at the ceiling. Her head felt still heavy and body relatively tired. Her eyes were closing but she could not bring herself to close her eyes in sleep. She had lied to him. She did speak the truth but half of it was a lie. She wasn't talking with his parents staring at the stars cordially rather she was pouring out her frustration. The rational part of her head felt they were just innocent and helpless. It was her so called parents who ditched her for them. They should have thought about her. Other half of her head blamed his parents for brainwashing the couple to leave behind their daughter. Then it was him, Arnav Singh Raizada. She was getting attracted to him immaterial. Her breathing was uneven every time she felt his presence. She felt herself getting lost in his eyes and of course his perfectly maneuvered body. She felt vulnerable at not being able to control this thirst of hers. She tried keeping her eyes open for a few minutes to channelize her thoughts but her head started to throb in pain. Suddenly, she felt the world around her rotate and darken. That was all she knew. She dropped on the soft mattress and her legs slid off the bed hitting the frame of the divan startling the man in the next room who was also going through similar thoughts.

He quickly got up throwing away the duvet and entered her room which was no more his study. She was all over the bed in an uncomfortable position. Her neck was sure to freeze at this rate he thought. Her legs hanging off the bed and hair which spread like a fan on the mattress. He quickly leaped to her and helped her settle in bed carefully when he heard her mumble in sleep. His face grew dark as her words hit his ear with more clarity

"You both were cunning enough to blackmail them and took them along with you leaving me to fend with someone. You cared for your off springs and had them closer to but did not dare to think of another kid who was probably wailing. I don't even remember one memory with them" she continued in sleep as tears seamlessly made their way down her face.

His body stiffened. He was happy and even wondered why would she appear so happy talking with his parents. Now it was all clear. She was only pouring all that her heart had bottled up all these days. But he did feel happy. She was pining for her parents or at least wanted to know about them. He did hear more of what she spoke in her unconscious state. That was the reason behind her friendship. He felt aghast at her notions. Had it been in his hands he would have shaken her to normalcy and dueled with her but she was unconscious and that was because of his ill behavior this morning. He was angry and ashamed. He still managed to spread the duvet over her pondering about her words and walked out of the room switching off the lights. Sleep wasn't in his fate that night. One side Khushi's words kept ringing in his ears and other side it was his sister who was having her nightmares. He shut both his ears and closed his eyes tight waiting for the voices that hit his ears to subside. One did subside eventually but the other wasn't. He cursed under his breath and removed the night shirt and abandoned it on the floor and quickly rushed to the pool to feel relaxed.

It was around close to 7 in the morning khushi woke up feeling way too fresh. Her heart felt lighter and her head felt like feather. She stretched herself like a lazy cat and walked towards the window pushing the curtains aside to look at the morning sky. The sight she saw was sinful. He was sleeping on the recliner with one of his legs folded high and his right hand covering his eyes. His chest and abdomen so perfectly toned. His flat stomach was moving in and out in a cycle depicting his breathing pattern. She gulped feeling terribly high. She wanted to rush to his sleeping form and press herself against his bare chest. Her thoughts were indeed going the forbidden way she thought and closed her eyes. Her body was warm and longing. She once again opened her eyes and saw him shifting his position in the recliner making his back visible. The sight was too sexy to be ignored her head screamed. Not wanting to indulge in any silly act she ran like a little mouse in to the washroom and shut the door behind her breathing rapidly. She stood under the cold shower discarding her clothes. As the cold water hit her body she felt her nerves relax slowly. Her breathing was evening out and the hair on her body which stood up had settled down. But the blush off her face did not seem to wear off after all the things she imagined in her tiny head. She stepped out of the bathroom feeling better draped in a wardrobe and saw him walking towards the room. She pulled out a suit off her bag and scrambled herself to the study. He did not want to do anything that would make him regret. He warned himself and went about the morning completing his chores trying to keep her thoughts at bay. His time at the shower was equally erotic. The fragrance off her shower gel hit every corner off the washroom. He could imagine her standing naked under the shower when his eyes fell on her clothes that were discarded in a bucket. Her satin inners that looked so delicate from far got him aroused. He took couple of long breaths under the shower trying to feel calm. After what he thought he did achieve he dried himself. She wasn't at the dining table for breakfast. It was his sister who looked extremely tired. He chewed on his bread unwilling and walked up to her.

"You look way too tired. Was your night bad" He asked placing a hand on her head.

He felt her shiver under his touch. He felt bad for being the reason behind her nightmare. It had reminded of his sister certain events off their past.

"How about we consult someone" Arnav asked hoping Anjali would agree.

She shook her head in negative and sobbed silently against his body. He did not have the heart to tear himself away from her. After last night it was sure that it was only the two of them no matter what. Khushi's intention was clear. He would have to probably talk to her soon so that his sister doesn't get affected. He did not care for him anymore. For a second he hated their parents. He felt helpless considering he could bring anything under his control except for his broken family. After knowing Anjali had calmed down he walked out of the house and found her sitting on the swing. He walked up to her like he would eat her up but kept saying he would keep it calm and simple.

She stopped swinging the minute she saw him walking towards her. He walked so ferociously that she felt as if another blow coming up her way.

"Khushi, we need to talk" he said trying to maintain a calm tone.

"There is nothing between us" she said not looking at his eyes.

He hated the fact that she wasn't meeting his eyes but in a way he felt her act better.

"Well I thought we were friends" he said smirking.

She swallowed some air and shook her head quick. His expressions and tone did not match. She wondered what was coming up her way. He did not wait to hear anymore nor see her face. He walked to his car seething his teeth in anger and his fists balled.

Later that evening she had dressed herself in something simple yet elegant and left to his office. They were going to have coffee and chat about something she wasn't aware off. Their eyes met as she stepped in to his cabin. His hands were busy with something that they saw each for a few seconds.

"Our talk has to wait. I am off to Paris tonight for a week or two." Arnav spoke and looked at her apologetically.

She shook her head acknowledging his busy schedule and walked out with him after waiting for him to windup.