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The end part turned out more mature than I intended.😛 I guess Arshi led me on like they usually do. Please do let me know if I should tone it down.😳
Chapter 10
The Passion in the Party (Part 2)
Arnav looked around the room, his eyes only searching her. And they stopped on the waif like figure in red, standing right at the back, in the corner with Di, Lavanya and Kiran Aunty. A sexy smile creeped up on Arnav's lips as he made his way towards her, like a lion towards its prey.
Khushi felt his presence behind her, even before she saw him. She bit her lip and wrung the end of her saree's pallu nervously. He would surely tease her on her faux pas regarding applying ointment to his private part! Hayye Devi Maiyya! Me and my big mouth!
"What the Khushi! Why did you leave me in trouble and run away?" he said in mock exasperation. The smirk in his voice was evident. He was teasing her. That too in front of everyone. Khushi felt like throttling him.
"What happened Chhotey? " Anjali looked up at her brother with questioning eyes. Lavanya and Kiran Aunty looked startled too.
"Ask her," Arnav said sighing deeply, jerking his thumb towards Khushi, "What she did and what she did not do!"
"I think there must be some misunderstanding, Chhotey ..." Anjali tried to pacifyArnav but was interrupted by Lavanya, who said in a sugary voice,
"Did she create trouble for you, baby?"
"Nothing that I could not have managed," Arnav drawled his eyes, burning into Khushi, "but I would have loved her to solve the problem."
"Well, next time you create a problem for your boss, solve it, understand girl!" Lavanya glanced angrily at Khushi.
Khushi's eyes almost popped out at Lavanya's words. She wondered what Lavanya would say if she knew what problem and solution Arnav was talking about! She looked sideways at Arnav, he was trying hard to control his laughter. Khushi's anger ebbed. The situation was indeed funny! She coughed...
Anjali did not like Lavanya scolding Khushi. She defender her.
"Lavanya, Khushi is a very nice girl, very helpful...isn't she Chhotey?" Anjali turned to her brother.
"That's right Di! That is why I was surprised when she did not help me and ran away!" Arnav answered Di, though his eyes were on Khushi, teasing her.
"Well, next time she will help, won't you Khushi?" Anjali smiled at Khushi.
Anjali and Kiran Aunty looked expectantly at Khushi.
Khushi gulped. "Yes, of course," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
Anjali patted her on the back, and smiled, "Good girl!"
"Unbelievable!" Arnav smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Lavanya scowled. Just then her phone rang and she excused herself.
Kiran, who was looking at Arnav and Khushi with a thoughtful expression on her face asked Khushi abruptly, "By the way, what exactly are we talking about here?"
"I...I .." Khushi stammered. Hey Devi Maiyya what will I say, she thought!
Arnav quickly came to her rescue.
"Actually Kiran Aunty, I have been invited to take part in a hot balloon race. It is for charity purpose. And since only couples are allowed, I was in a quandary if Khushi will partner me! I think she got cold feet earlier, but now she has agreed to help me, isn't that so Khushi?"
Khushi fidgeted. "Yes, of course," she mumbled once again!
"Great! Shall we dance to that then?" he said gently, offering her his hand and gesturing towards the dance floor, where couples were dancing to a slow lilting music.
"Yes shoo away you young people, enjoy yourselves, leave us oldies alone!"Kiran Aunty laughed heartily.
"Oldie who? Not you darling Kiran!" Arnav smiled charmingly at Kiran aunty. "Wait here. Let me give Khushi a swirl and I will come back for you!"
And before Khushi could open her mouth to protest Arnav pulled her to the dance floor.
"You are shameless Arnav and totally badtameez(insolent)," Khushi hissed.
"Maine to abhi badtameezi shuru hi nahi ki hai, Khushi (I haven't even started being insolent, Khushi) " Arnav whispered huskily in her ears. He dragged her by the waist and slammed her body against his. Khushis's body jolted at his touch, his hard lean muscles felt every soft inch of hers. Khushi's heart raced madly.
Sankadevi stop it, control yourself, she chided herself. Try to act normal!
"Uhh...what you said about the hot balloon contest was it true?" she asked him trying to keep her voice level.
"Yes of course," he muttered, his lips brushing her hair, "And don't try to wriggle out of this one, samjhi tum?"
"Hmmm..." Khushi murmured against the crook of his neck, inhaling his smell.
"Oh! And by the way Khushi you need to brush up on your self defence! You are no good!" he laughed throatily against her ear.
Khushi looked up into his glinting brownies. "Matlab? (What do you mean?)"
"I mean I did not get hurt! You did not hit me hard enough! You did not paralyze me for life!" Arnav looked at the perplexed expression on her face and winked at her!
What! You were pretending...you jerk!" An angry Khushi struggled to free herself from his hold. The music ended and Arnav slackened his hold on her, laughing silently.
Khushi was furious with him but at the same time she felt a sense of relief.
"I am glad I did not hurt you, Arnav," she whispered.
A soft fuzzy look flitted across Arnav's eyes. He pulled her into a corner and cupped her face in his palms. He brushed his thumb against the corner of his lips. And then bringing his face close to hers, kissed her softly on her pink moist lips. He was oh, so gentle... a honeyed languidness surged through Khushi's veins. She felt herself drowning...oblivious to the world around her.
And then with a sharp intake of breath he freed her.
Khushi stumbled back and turning around ran out of the hall. She made her way to her room and flung herself on the bed. She felt tears stinging her eyes. Her mind was in a confused state. Her heart was beating loudly. Damn him!
Lying on her bed she dialled Anjali's number.
"Anjalidi, sorry I have a bad headache. Can I stay away from the party for a while?"
Anjali was concerned about Khushi and wanted to check up on her. But Khushi assured her she would be fine.
She did not know when she dozed off to a deep slumber.
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Shyam whispered into the phone, "Calm down Ajit chacha, thand rakho!(uncle, keep cool)."
"You and that receptionist Sheela are bloody useless!" Ajit Malik roared over the phone.
"I had instructed Sheela to drug Arnav's drink again and get him into bed with one of her girls! Why wasn't my instruction carried out? You should have seen to it Shyam! We missed a good opportunity to convince his friends and associates of his philandering ways. As a lawyer you of all people should understand that we can use it to our advantage later, to disrepute him!"
Shyam mopped the beads of sweat on his forehead with a large handkerchief.
"I know chacha, I know. But that girl Khushi, saw Sheela and me together, and Sheela panicked. I will see what I can do, I promise." He disconnected the line and sighed.
Damn the ba***** Arnav. He got the best of everything. If he married and had a child, the vast Malik property would be his. And Khushi she was his too... such a beauty. While he himself was stuck with a handicapped wife, Anjali. No he won't allow this. He had to separate Khushi and Arnav somehow!
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Khushi awoke with a start. It was unusually quiet. She glanced at her wristwatch. It was 3.30 am. Outside her window it was pitch dark. Hey Devi Maiyya had she slept through the party! What will Dadi andAnjalidi think! The guests must have left by now!
She quickly slided off the bed and rushed to the hall. It was empty. She sighed and leaned against the blue wall. It was cool against her back. She ran her fingers across its texture... "Arnav..." she sighed aloud.
"So you did really think of me while doing the dcor, just like Kiran aunty said!" his husky voice penetrated her drowsy head.
He was standing at the door, his arms folded across his chest.
After the last happy, well-fed and drunk guest had departed, he sent Di, Jijaji, Dadi and Lavanya to turn in for the rest of the night in the other rooms. He was in the process of changing his clothes, when he heard a sound and came to investigate.
He had divested himself of his waistcoat. The buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His strong toned chest was visible underneath. His hair was tousled. ..Khushi's heart skipped a beat. Her throat felt dry. She saw him sauntering towards her and closed her eyes, wishing he would go away.
"Tum theek ho? (Are you okay?)," his voice was worried.
It riled Khushi. Why did he ask her this! Something snapped inside her and she lashed out at him.
"Why can't you leave me alone? What do you want from me?"
Arnav scrunched his eyes. "Excuse me! What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't want to be added to your list of female conquests, your trophies...your character might be dheela(loose) but I am not..."
Khushi could not finish her sentence when he pounced upon her, a vice like grip on her upper arms, "What do mean character dheela?" his voice was a low dangerous baritone.
His eyes flashed in the dim light of the hall. Khushi shivered. "If I am so sick then get out of my life. Leave me alone like you had so many years ago. Why were you not with me when I was disobeying Di, getting drunk, knowing not what I was doing in my drunken state, selling my soul..." The pain and anguish in his voice startled Khushi.
He pushed her away and turned around to go. Khushi caught his arm.
"Arnav...please, I didn't mean that..." Khushi apologized earnestly.
She looked up at him and gasped. His eyes were bloodshot and misty.
He clenched his fist and closed his eyes. "Everyone says this about me, but you..."
She had hurt him badly.
"Oh Arnav!" She stood on tiptoe and kissed one eyelid and then another and then she kissed his cheeks, first left, then right. He stood like a statue for a few seconds and then suddenly he leaned into her, hugging her tight, shuddering against her. Khushi's knees gave away and she slided to the floor along with him. She cradled his head on her bosom and kissed him again...this time on his lips. Arnav allowed her unexperienced lips to explore his rough lips tentatively. And then he took over...showing her the way...
Every nerve in Khushi's body tingled with desire as she matched his kiss for a kiss. Khushi slid her arms under his shirt, feeling the taut muscles shyly, enjoying the groans she elicited from him.
Arnav shrugged off his shirt, his lips not leaving her for a second, wanting her more and more with every passing minute. She was so very very special...
He wanted her. All of her. He pushed aside the pallu of her saree and kissed her exposed cleavage, nuzzling her breasts. Khushi's nails dug into his naked back as she ran her fingers over its expanse, drawing him closer.
He opened one button of her blouse with his teeth, then another. Khushi moaned, writhing under him ...Arnav looked up at her face flushed with pleasure and his heart went into a crazy overdrive.
She suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at him mischievously.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Arnav mumbled, staring open mouthed at one exposed pink peak. His gaze set Khushi on fire. She wanted to feel his mouth on it and...
She smiled again and whispered in his ear, "You were right. I did not paralyze you for life..."
He became aware of the huge bulge in his trouser rubbing against her legs, where the saree had ridden up...
That brought him to his senses! I must stop! Khushi is so innocent! I don't want her to regret later! He groaned and rolled away from her.
Thanks for your love and likes. I have replied to all of your comments on the earlier chapter. Thanks for giving my story your time. 🤗
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Next update next Saturday.
Ishaani
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