ArHi SS: Swayamvar | COMPLETE | 31/7 - Page 12

Awesome update

what a place to stop and now we gotta wait til next week for an update! no fair :( lol
loved the update

Choti, Shyam is so funny!

This was a fantastic update. First khushi trying to avoid him and then he traps her in a cleaning closet. I love the way you write and I can't wait to see what khushi's decision is altough I hope she slaps him for playing with her feelings and emotions. Can't wait for your update!! :-)

super update...
so Khushi is jealous...
thank you for the pm...

Chapter Six

Note: Surprise! Warning, this is mature. Really mature. So please skip down to the first -***- if you're uncomfortable. Otherwise... Read on!

-***-

He's waiting for my answer, and I can feel his uncertainty. I'm grateful that he took the time to ask me whether this is okay with me, which is something I never would have expected someone like him to do.

I lean in, my lips hovering over his as I answer.

"F**k me, Arnav."

He groans, immediately taking my lips in a drugging, deep kiss as he sets me down gently, holding me up against the door as my knees threaten to give out.

My own confidence surprises me, but I completely give in to my desire, forcibly pushing logic out of my brain. I won't back out of this, not now. I'm desperate to get rid of this tension between us, and I'm a slave to my own passion.

His kisses grow demanding, pulling my lips between his and sucking lightly. The heat of his body is searing through the thin v-neck I'm wearing, and my head spins with the sheer intensity of the passion between us.

His hands slide up my waist, pushing my shirt up and splaying out against the skin of my stomach. His thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, sliding underneath the cotton of my bra.

He moans, low and throaty at the feel of my breasts in his hands, rolling the tips between his fingers. I arch into his touch, my hips bucking against him. The grinding of my hips against his arousal makes him growl, and his hands slip to my lower back, tugging me sharply into him.

He nips at the skin on my neck, suckling it and swirling his tongue in a hot, wet pattern. My v-neck slides down, and he takes advantage, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of my cleavage. His fingers soothe the bites he places on the curve of my breast, and it's unprecedented tenderness between the heady desperation of the moment.

I slide my hands down to the waist of his jeans, fumbling with the belt. I stroke him through the fabric, and he braces himself against the door, his palms placed flat on either side of my head.

I look up to see him staring at me with hooded, half lidded eyes, his face strained with the effort of keeping himself contained. I stroke him again, letting my fingers linger over him. He groans, a husky, guttural sound that makes the throbbing ache almost painfully intense.

"Khushi, if you keep doing that, I-"

He trails off when I tug down his zipper, the thin fabric of his boxers allowing my fingers to cup him more fully. His eyes close, and I feel his hands fist by my face as he grits his teeth.

He pries my fingers off of him as I begin to stroke more quickly, panting heavily. His eyes are dark with desire, and his hands shove my skirt roughly up my legs, caressing my legs with impatience.

His hands skim over the dampness of my sensible, cotton panties, and I can't help but wish I had worn something sexier. He doesn't seem to care though, and his hand presses more intensely against me, and I gasp when the heel of his hand grinds against the pulsing nub.

His eyes are focused on my face when he slides a finger into me, watching as my mouth falls open. I don't even recognize the moans that spill from my lips as he dips inside of me again and again, making me writhe against the door. The hard grain of the wood rubs against my back as my shirt rides up, and I thrust my hips forward against his hand.

He brings me just to the edge, and I throw my head back as I brace myself against him. Just as I get close, he pulls himself out, and I whimper in despair. I wiggle my hips against his still hand, and he leans forward to take my lips in a passionate kiss, before pulling back.

His hands reach into his pockets, fumbling with his wallet as he pulls out a condom. He rips the packet open harshly in frustration, tugging the condom on with practiced ease. He pulls my legs around his waist, cupping my ass as he supports me against the door.

He pushes my ruined cotton panties aside, pressing the tip of himself inside of me. He suddenly freezes, his hands tightening on me. I'm confused by the sudden hesitation, and I turn a questioning gaze up to him.

"Khushi, is this your first...?"

The worry and tenderness in his eyes shocks me, and for a moment, I'm left speechless. I can see in his eyes that he'll stop right now if I want him to, regardless of how turned on he is. He's clearly struggling with the fact that my first could be in a closet, a desperate encounter that's not the least bit filled with the tenderness it should have.

I smile at him reassuringly, lacing my hands behind his head to pull him into a soft kiss. I can't express my gratitude in words, so I try to put every bit of it into the kiss. I pull back, reaching my hand down to take him into me.

"This isn't my first, Arnav."

His face relaxes, and he kisses me hard as he thrusts deeply into me. My cry of pleasure is swallowed by his kiss, and we pull back from the kiss, breathing heavily. I relish the feel of his hardness inside of me, the friction relieving the pulsing tension just a little bit.

He pulls out again, slamming into me with unexpected force. I clutch his shoulders as he repeats the motion, increasing pace and guiding my hips with his hands. My hips meet his every stroke, lifting off against the door.

I press kisses to the side of his neck, taking his earlobe into my mouth and sucking deeply. He swears thickly when my teeth graze the skin, resting his forehead against mine when I lean back.

The sensations begin to reach a head when his hand brushes against our point of connection, taking the aching peak between his fingers and stroking it sensually.

His light, teasing touch is too much for my overwhelmed body to take, and I bury my face into his shoulder as I come with a sob, the shudders shaking my body. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut as he pulses inside of me, sliding his hands up to the skin of my waist and digging his fingers in.

He sets me down on the floor, unwrapping my legs from his waist. I'm still trembling, and I'm gasping for breath. I can hear him struggle to steady his own breathing as he leans against the door, swallowing tightly.

"That was-"

"Yeah."

Our eyes meet, and I'm forced to look away. The emotions swirling in both of our eyes is too much for me to handle at the moment.

I'm uncomfortably aware of my racing heartbeat, the blood pounding loudly in my ears. I had given in to the desire hoping that this would put an end to this, but I find myself longing for more. My traitorous body craves for his touch once more, for him to pull me into his arms and stroke me until I'm begging for him to take me again.

He's facing away from me, and I can't tell what he's thinking. When he turns back, a wall has fallen on his eyes, and his expression is unreadable.

I'm about to open my mouth when a sharp knock interrupts the moment. I hastily adjust my clothes, wincing when I realize that my lips are swollen, the dull ache of his marks reminding me of their presence.

"Arnav? Khushi? Are you guys in there?"

I glance at Arnav, but his eyes are still inscrutable. I swallow, my throat tight as I croak out a response.

The click of the keys unlocks the door, and the harsh light of the hallway makes me squint.

Arnav walks out silently ahead of me, his body taut with tension. NK looks after him curiously, before turning his gaze to me.

His eyes run quickly over my figure, pausing at the obvious beginning of a bruise on my neck. He opens his mouth to say something, before closing it, apparently thinking the better of it.

He walks away, leaving me alone in the middle of a drafty hallway.

I can't help but wonder if I've made my biggest mistake yet.

-***-

I groan when I open my eyes, blearily looking up to see the blurry face of Payal. My entire body aches pleasantly, and I feel more satisfied than I have in a long time.

"You have a hickey on your neck. Spill. Now."

"Why are you invading my house, Patel?"

"Because Akash has taken Piya out for a Daddy-Daughter date, and I could seriously use a day out. And by the looks of it, it's perfectly timed too."

She ignores my protests as she pushes me to the bathroom, handing me my concealer with a wink. I roll my eyes, quickly swiping a bit of kajal along my eyes and some concealer on the now dark bruise.

My hands still as I'm rubbing the concealer in, and the memories of earlier this morning are still vivid in my brain.

I can't shake the feeling of his deep kisses, the skillful fingers that had me writhing underneath him in mere minutes. His aloof response after is jarring, and I stifle a groan as my headache returns full force.

"Khushi! Get out of the bathroom! Piya and Akash are only gone for a couple of hours, and I want to make the most of it!"

I amble out, and she drags me to the car. We pull up to our favorite coffee shop, and for good measure, I add an extra pump of chocolate syrup to my drink.

Payal cuts right to the chase when we sit down, eagerly pressing me for details.

"So spill. Who is this?"

My uncomfortable expression is enough to reveal the man, and she squeals like a teenage girl, clapping her hands.

"No way! You f**ked Raizada? Was he as good as he claimed?"

I roll my eyes at her enthusiasm, and she giggles, my silence an admittance of the truth.

Sex with Arnav was the best sex I've ever had, and I can't deny that fact. The memory of my peak brings the ache back between my legs, and I squeeze them together in an effort to tame the raging desire I feel without him even there.

"Are you two a thing then?"

"A thing? How old are you, thirteen?"

She raises an eyebrow at my avoidance, and I play with my cup of coffee, taking a long sip.

"I don't know, Payal. It just sort of... Happened. I was tired of resisting him, and I thought it would make it go away."

"But you want him more than ever, don't you?"

I stare at my cup pointedly, examining it for nonexistent cracks. I'm unwilling to admit this out loud, but she seems to understand the unsaid words.

"Khushi, listen. It's not bad to want someone. You're 28, and you haven't had a relationship since-"

"I know when my last relationship was, Payal. No need to remind me."

My steely tone fails to deter her, and she presses on with the advice I don't want to hear.

"You need this. You've got to let go yourself every once in a while, Khushi. God, when's the last time you went out?"

"I'm happy, okay? I need to establish myself. I don't have time to while away."

"Khush, you've got to give yourself a break. You feel guilty, don't you?"

"Don't tell me what I feel, Payal! I know how I'm feeling, and I don't need you to tell me. Stop trying to analyze me. I know you're a psychologist and all, but I am not your patient."

"When are you going to let yourself be happy?"

"Forgive me for not being little miss optimistic. I don't have a chubby baby, I don't have a husband. I'm 28, broke, and filming trashy TV. On top of that, the guy I have the best sex of my life with barely acknowledges me afterwards! I was supposed to be the successful one! So I'm sorry, but I think I'm entitled to be cynical."

She regards me with knowing eyes, and I fidget in my seat. I hate her expression, and I don't like the way she seems to be looking through me. She finally sighs defeatedly, and smiles brightly.

I exhale in relief as she chatters off on a tangent, relishing the chance to take my mind off of everything that's happened.

I'll deal with it later.

-***-

"Khushi? May I come in?"

I look up from my laptop to see Rajjo standing at the door, twisting her hands. The nervousness she's displaying is something I've never seen from her, only having seen the confident, brash side.

I nod, and she steps in. NK is out for the weekend, and I'm sitting at work, making edits to the messy scenes. The show often goes so far off script that I often spent hours deliberating over which fights need to be included.

I look up at Rajjo expectantly, and she looks like she's struggling to find words. She finally opens her mouth, sighing with determination before speaking.

"I'd like to quit."

I have to restrain my mouth from falling open in shock. Of all of the things, this is the least expected.

"May I ask why?"

A soft, shy blush fills her cheeks, and I'm struck by how someone so brash can have a side to them that's so delicate.

"I'm getting married. It's from the boy I grew up with, and..."

She trails off, fiddling with her fingers bashfully. I can't restrain the smile that takes over my face, and her stiff stance relaxes immediately.

"That's great, Rajjo- congratulations! When is the wedding?"

"In a year or so. We decided we would like to spend some time as an engaged couple before we actually get married."

"I'm very happy for you. Although, I hope you know that we'll have to come up with something less sensible to explain your leaving."

I smile wryly, and she smiles back at me, clearly much more relaxed than when she walked in. Despite her domineering, muscular frame, love seems to have softened her harshness, and I find that the changes suit her.

I hand her the forms to fill out for her resignation from the show. Her words stick with me long after she leaves, and I find myself thinking about my relationship with Arnav.

Arnav and I haven't spoken since our encounter three days ago, largely because of the break we've taken from shooting. Despite this, the discomforting need for him has not gone away.

If anything, it's even stronger.

I had thought that sex with Arnav would make me forget everything, and that my moment of careless passion would fix the emotions that threaten to overturn the careful balance I've set.

But I was wrong.

I recall Payal telling me that I need to let go, and allow myself to be happy. The sight of Rajjo's joy at her new engagement makes me crave something similar, and I'm shocked by my sudden need for something I can't quite place my finger on.

The memory of the overpowering chemistry between Arnav and me makes my fists clench. I swallow thickly, closing my eyes as I struggle to decide on how to mitigate the consequences of my actions.

I stride purposefully out of the office before I can go back on my decision, moving almost mechanically. I don't realize what I'm doing until I've lifted my fist to his door, rapping sharply.

I realize I have no idea what I plan to say, and the overwhelming desire to run away courses through my veins, but the door swings open before I can flee.

At that moment, I'm left speechless.

He's standing in front of me, clad in only a fluffy white towel that soaks up the water dripping down his body.

Damn him.

-***-

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Note: I updated today because I'm leaving for another four day trip, and won't have access to my computer. Looking ahead, I will be overseas between July 4-14, without a laptop. I don't know if I'll be able to update, and I would like to hit a particular point in the story before I leave.

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Love always,

Choti

Too hot to handle choti...

Will be eager to know where do they o from here..

That was wonderful yet passionate update...

Nice update. ... waiting for more. ..