'Come in to the conference. RIGHT NOW,' he commanded, his eyes raging furiously. Briskly, he pushed past her, earning a quiet gasp from her trembling lips. Loosening his tie, Arnav kicked open the conference room door. With narrowed eyes, he stared blankly at the white walls, circle of chairs, and the flat screen TV. His hands fisted at his sides. Inhaling and exhaling, he tried to contain his rising anger.
He wasn't angry because of some stupid fur coat. He wasn't angry because Lavanya and everyone else was causing drama--no, he wasn't pissed about any of that. Frankly, he didn't give a shit about a fur coat or some model. What sent him off to an edge was HER. That little, innocent looking angel, who was sent down to destroy his god damn self control!
'Dammit!' He slammed his fist on the table. Why did she always bring out this animalistic anger in him? Gulping, he closed his eyes for brief moment. As usual her image popped up. Those beautiful doe like eyes, looking at him with such sadness and pain- pain he caused her. Snapping open his eyes, he furiously rubbed his face. No, he could not allow her control him this way. From now on he will forbid any contact with her. Just as he was about to slam his fists on the table again, a quiet knock at the door sounded. He froze, hands suspended mid air. It was her.
His gut twitched at the sight of her. She was dressed in her usual attire, which he should have found tastelessly pathetic, but obviously she disrupted his own opinions. He found her salwar kameez actually attractive. The way it clung and defined the curves of her body was hard to ignore. And that just pissed him off more.
How dare she make him change his opinion!? How dare she stand there like some kind of goddess?! How dare she be so naturally beautiful? AND WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE SO MORALLY PERFECT? WHY was her innocence driving him wild? Why did he want to--
'Sir? You asked me to.. to.. come,' she said, stuttering. Her eyes captured his gaze for a fleeting moment. Eying him uneasily, she quickly glanced away. He hated that too. Hated how she feared him. Yet she always fought back at every obstacle he threw at her--no matter how ridiculous the task truly was. What kind of human being was she?
'Come in,' he said roughly, his jaw set tight. She nodded, entering the room with a slight fiddling of the ends of her dupatta. The sign of nervousness was familiar. He had noticed her do that many times. Good. He wanted her to be nervous. He wanted her to know who was the boss. She was nothing to him. But somehow, he knew how wrong he was.
'Sir... I swear I didn't-'
'I am not here to talk about some stupid coat, Khushi Kumari Gupta,' he cut in with a steely edge in his tone.
'Oh,' she said, forming a perfect 'O' with her lips. He took a deliberate step towards her. The sight of her gulping did something to his insides. Somehow his previous train of thoughts faded.
Before he knew it, their noses were grazing, breaths mingling as one. He could feel the tremors of her body, and her lips quivered under his gaze. She was eyeing his lips.
What are you here to talk about then?,' she asked, quietly. Unknowingly, her slender fingers grasped his coat. She tilted her head, her child like orbs gazing at him.
His body shuddered at the sight. Before he knew what he was doing, his arms wrapped around her petite waist, bringing her flush against him. She gasped, her eyes wide as they met his.
His hands had a mind of their own. They moved from her slim waist, higher and higher till his palms rested directly underneath the curve of her breasts. Their gazes locked as he silently asked her permission. ''Is this okay'' She swallowed, wetting her lips, but nodded.
'I don't want to discuss anything,' he found himself whispering, tugging her closer still. 'I want to forget for a moment everything. I just want to feel. Is that okay with you?' Mutely, she shook her head, her doe like eyes radiating with an emotion he couldn't comprehend. Couldn't yet name. Her agreement felt all he'd ever wanted. He could wait not a second more.
Swiftly, his arms moved from the curve under her breast to her bottom. He placed his palms there, lifting her up with a firmness that left nothing to the imagination. She gasped at his actions, but her legs rose, wrapping around his waist. Her head was now angled higher than his. Bending low, she cupped his face with her soft palms. Lips parted, she breathed heavily, her chest moving tantalizingly against him. It drove him insane.
Placing her on top of the conference table, he held on to her legs, making sure they were still wrapped around him.
'Arnavji...' breathlessly, she whispered. He did not know what she was about to say, but he wasted no time. Before she could get out another word, he gently, but decisively, pulled her toward him, seizing those sinful lips with his own.
The first touch was all he needed and more. Desires he'd kept buried for so long exploded out of his system. He swore. He saw stars. Everything seemed to fade. Except for the two of them, their mouths meshed.
The softness of her lips drove him to insanity. Hell, he was already there. His tongue glided along her lips, begging for entrance. She got the gif since she gradually opened up for him, ever so slowly.
Moans erupted at the back of their throats at the contact of their tongues. Twisting together, tasting and caressing deeply, their tongues pulled and pushed, pouring out their every emotion. Emotions they'd both been fighting from the moment they met. Emotions he would have to deal with later on.
But for now none of that mattered. Only this did. As he continued to tango with her delectable mouth, his hands glided up her body. Palms moved upward, gently teasing her bosoms through her thin top. She arched her back, gasping into his mouth. Her fingers clenched on his coat as if she'd never let go. The tips of his fingers twitched. He wanted nothing more than to rip off this god damn suit off of her. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin. To lavish his attention on every womanly curve. He wanted to take her to another world.
God dammit, he was losing it, but he didn't give a shit. He just needed her.
Wanting to unravel more of this glorious woman, he pulled away from her lips. She continued to stroke his face, her face flushed, her breathing wildly out of control. Those eyes fixed on him--watching, waiting.
'I want to rip this off of you, Khushi, but I won't without your permission.' His voice came out raspy. 'Tell me to stop and I will.'
The tip of her index finger touched his eyebrow. Her eyes softened, filled with desires. 'Yes,' she whispered. 'I give you permission.'
He grabbed her flimsy dupatta, throwing it to the floor. Roughly, but still making sure he didn't hurt her, he ripped the salwar suit from the neckline to half way down to her stomach. She let out a moan, arching her back once again. Her arms wound around his neck. Eyes rolling back, she quivered.
The sight of her pink lace covered breasts almost had him hyperventilating. Through the wispy material he saw her nipples clearly. They'd hardened already, rigid with want. Lying before him, her every vulnerability unveiled, she was not a human or a goddess. She was something out of this world and he had been given permission to touch.
He circled her right nipple with his finger tip, teasingly. 'Oh, ohhh', she moaned, her voice coming out as if she was being throttled. Unable to control himself, he bent down to her swan like neck, sucking on the base of her pulse. His tongue and teeth swept over her soft skin, marking her as his. Her fingers eased into his hair, inviting him closer. Smirking, he continued to tease her, placing hot kisses down her neck and traveling with purpose toward her heaving cleavage.
Her hips lifted off the table as his mouth closed over her. Gasping, she cried out his name, 'Arnav, Arnav, Arnav.' She was absolutely breathless, and panting.
Suddenly he found himself being pushed away from her gorgeous body. Abruptly, she grabbed his tie, hauling him on top of her again. Her fingers shifted to the buttons of his shirt, pausing there. She watched him, her eyes searching for something. He almost smiled. Leaning forward, he placed a passionate and gentle kiss on her lips. 'Yes', he whispered against her lips.
He'd known she was a tigress, but for the first time, he realized this trait also carried over to bed. She did not take even a second to rip off his buttons. Impatiently she parted his shirt, placing her lips on his neck, imitating his actions. The coolness of her lips bit his heated skin, causing him to let out an animalistic growl.
Eyes rolled back, fingers squeezing her skin, he glided his arms behind her. He clipped open her bra, ripping it off of her. He felt the tips of her bare mounds push against his chest and tilting his head, he bent to capture her rosy buds. But before he could, he found himself blocked by her arms. Immediately, he froze, searching her eyes.
Her voice shook. 'I can't... We can't.. too far.'
Respectfully, he backed away. They stood there in silence, watching each other, sinking in what had just happened between them. She got down from the table, arms still covering her breasts.
'Wait,' he said quietly. 'I'll get something for you to wear.'
Thankfully, the building always had outfits in each room--advantage of owning a fashion company. He found her a new suit, which was a bit too fancy for casual wear, but he would come up with an excuse for her.
Gently, he handed it over to her. 'I'll look away. You get dressed.' Yes it was stupid since he'd already seen her with far less on, yet Arnav knew it was the right thing to do. Presenting his back to her, he waited.
Few minutes later, he heard her. 'I am done,' she whispered. He slowly turned, finding her eyes downcast, her cheeks reddened. She was blushing, he realized. He smirked at the view. 'Are you going to yell at me now?,' she asked again, this time a bit more louder.
Stepping forward, he tipped her chin up. 'No, but I might tomorrow.'
'Why? Why are you always so angry?' she asked, tilting her face up with curiosity. He didn't know why, but he did it anyways- he kissed her left cheek. 'Because,' he brushed his lips toward her ear. 'You make me lose control, Khushi. I don't like losing control. You defy me every time, and I don't like being defied.'
He felt the softness of her palm when she laid it on his chest, slightly pushing him away. 'You're not God.'
Arms wrapped around her, he pulled her to him, clashing their bodies together. Their gazes locked. 'And that's why you're here, aren't you? To remind me I am not God.'
For the first time, she smiled at him. This had never happened before; he was usually busy yelling at her or making her cry. So this is what it looked like, he reflected. A thousand suns.
'I better get going,' she murmured, fiddling with her clothes again. He nodded. She backed away, turning around to open the door.
'Khushi,' he called out. Halted on the spot, she spun to meet his gaze. 'Yeah?'
'I want you to know, whatever happened today wasn't your fault. Neither should you be ashamed. I hope you didn't regret it. I started it, and you gave me permission. When you walk out this door, I will never mention it and I know, you wouldn't either. But I hope you know, I will never forget this day.' Arnav couldn't believe himself when he uttered the words, but he did, and he knew he was being sincere.
Mouth gaping, she stared at him for a good minute. 'Thank you, Arnavji,' she said, softly smiling.
The door shut behind her as she walked out, leaving him to his thoughts. For the first time in years, Arnav found the beast within him calm and satisfied. He did not know how to explain his feelings towards this weird, crazy girl, but for now he was okay. Eventually perhaps he would figure it out. Maybe he would lose himself to his rage again.
However, he knew he didn't have to worry. Because somewhere in the path of being lost, Khushi would find him again, and the tigress within her, would fight his beast back to reality.
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This scene came to me thanks to the lovely TINA! (AKA for me Titi) for posting the above picture. Once I saw that, this idea just popped in to my mind. I told her about it, wrote it, and I asked her to edit this for me since I suck with passionate make out sessions. So if this passionate piece seems better written than usual, it's the magic of the titister. :P So thanks Titi. U da bes dawg. :')
Hope you guys enjoyed. Comments and likes will be nice too. :P
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