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Speculations galore ... even my mind is on an overdrive ... 😆

Originally posted by: Chokri_ASR

I would hope so...😉 Cuz wearing socks is so not saxy...ya?😆

ya who will care 4 socks when in bed??? *LOLl*
god, what am i even writing??? *bites my nails*
i m loosing my mind by speculating choti.
plz post the chappy soon. *bribes with jaleebis and chocolates*

There are so many possibilities... hmm I have an image of Arnav in socks alone!! 😆

Chapter Six

She glanced back furitively over her shoulder, quickly turning back around before he could see her.

A small smile graced her face at the sight of his irritated scowl, and she sighed with satisfaction when she heard the door slam a little too loudly to be passed off as an accident.

She was merely satisfied that he was annoyed.

It had absolutely nothing to do with jealousy.

She looked up at NK, who was chattering on about something related to his election campaign. She feigned interest, nodding in all the right places... but her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She hadn't missed the way Arnav had snapped at NK, clearly annoyed by his presence. His eyes had narrowed when NK had stopped her from falling, and she could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"You like French food, don't you Khu?"

She choked back a gag at the endearment, smiling brightly instead.

Khu? What kind of a name was that?

She nodded robotically, tuning him out as he went on and on about how he had gotten a table reserved especially for them, and how it was so difficult to get a table at Per Se.

She had to admit, the man was pretentious.

But his words, his voice, and his face...

Khushi could listen to him recite her chemistry textbook from her school days all day, and she wouldn't fall asleep. His bulging biceps, his strong jaw, his hard muscle...

He was such a contrast to Arnav, with his warm, caramel eyes, his lean muscle, and-

Wait.

Arnav?

Where had he come from?

Khushi felt her stomach flip uncomfortably, a tingling warmth spreading through her at the thought of Arnav.

She raised a head to her forehead, checking for a fever. It felt warm, alright. Oh god, she was getting sick.

"Khu baby? Is everything alright? Your cheeks are red."

Oh no, oh no, oh no she was getting sick. She couldn't get sick now! Not when they had their campaign to Save the Park going.

And she had just made all those neon green pins, with "SV D PARK" (since SAVE THE PARK wouldn't fit) written on them in hot pink Comic Sans!

"Khu? Hello?"

He waved a hand in front of her face, and Khushi blinked quickly, leaning back in her seat.

That stupid acidity and maybe-fever was about to ruin her date.

"Yes, yeah... I'm fine! I just feel warm and tingly."

She flushed at how ridiculous her words sounded, noticing NK's amused expression out of the corner of her eye.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his hand brushing her leg as he kept his hand on the gearshift.

"Let me help with that tingling feeling."

She flinched, surprised by the contact. She felt the blush spread across her cheeks, but the warm, tingly feeling was markedly more uncomfortable this time.

Don't get sick, don't get sick...

"Did I help?"

He brushed his fingers lightly against her knee again, his eyes focused on the road.

"Um... uh... I think you made it worse."

He smirked, pulling into the parking spot before turning to her with a devilish grin. He came closer, and Khushi leaned back against the door, suddenly feeling very nervous.

"Does this make it any better?"

He cupped her cheek, leaning in painfully slowly as Khushi squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

Don't get sick, don't get sick

His lips hovered above hers, and she could feel his warm breath on her skin. She willed herself to think about the way his cologne made her want to-

Sneeze?

"A-a-a-ACHOO!"

NK jumped away just as Khushi covered her nose, the sneeze effectively breaking the mood. He silently handed her a tissue, and she wheezed into it as daintily as she could.

"S-sorry. A-a-a-ACHOO!"

She gave him a watery smile, which he returned with a brilliant grin.

"Don't apologize, Khu. Shall we? We are just in time for our reservation."

She gave him her hand, which he looked at for a moment before instead wrapping his armaround her waist.

Khushi struggled to get used to the feel of his hands caressing her waist. He was too muscled for her to comfortably nestle against him, making it even more awkward.

Don't get sick, don't get sick

He pulled out the chair for her, and she glanced around, taking in the fancy decor.

"Aren't I a little underdressed for this place?"

He smiled slightly, leaning in to whisper softly.

Did the man ever speak at a normal volume?

"Don't worry about it. I should have told you, but I wanted this place to be a surprise. It's one of the poshest places to dine, and it's so hard to get a table here. But they won't say anything to you because you're with me. The mayoral candidate."

He winked, slipping back in his chair as the waiter came by.

She winced when she saw the assortment of forks and knives in front of her, trying to recall what she had seen in all those romantic comedies.

Was it the smallest fork first? No, it was the innermost one right? Or was it the outermost?

"Khu, are you sure you're okay? You look a little pale and worried."

She smiled up at him, still trying to figure out which fork to use.

Damn it, what had Julia Roberts used in Pretty Woman? She should have really paid more attention to the etiquette. Richard Gere made it damn hard to focus.

As the waiter brought around the first dish, she watched NK carefully, picking up the same fork he did. She heaved a sigh of relief when no one said anything, assuming she had done it correctly.

Khushi's stomach felt like lead. The queasy feeling wasn't going away, and it was as if warning music was going off in her brain, with weird, ominous chords and a creepy flute to boot.

She lifted the food to her mouth, trying desperately not to wince. She had never been a huge fan of French food- there was simply not enough spice to satisfy her tongue. But NK seemed to be enjoying it, so she determinedly ploughed through.

She lifted a fourth glass of wine to her mouth, downing it as the waiter poured her more wine.

"M'am, is the food alright?"

She turned to the waiter, debating whether or not she could ask.

"Could I have some chili flakes?"

NK's fork paused on the way to his mouth. She smiled sweetly at the elderly waiter, who didn't blink.

"Of course, m'am. I'll bring it out with the next course."

Don't get sick, don't get sick

The waiter brought out the next plate, his eyes crinkling as he placed the food in front of her. The colorfully striped shells looked beautiful, arranged on a crisp white plate with some sort of yellowish gravy.

"Is this...?"

The waiter smiled cheerily, handing her a pair of tongs.

"This is escargot. Snails. It is a..."

Khushi tuned out the part about the dish being a delicacy, the bile rising up quickly in her throat as she stared blankly at the plate.

Don't get sick, don't get s-

She slapped a hand over her mouth, wincing as the contents of her stomach poured out onto the ground.

I think I'm sick.

***

The car ride back to her apartment was almost silent. Khushi fiddled mindlessly with the radio, skipping past a couple of country stations, a smooth jazz station, and a hard rock station. She finally turned it off, stifling a groan as she rubbed at her throbbing temple.

She glanced at NK out of the corner of her eye, noting the way a vein above his left eyebrow twitched. His jaw was taut, his teeth clenched as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

They pulled up to her apartment, and she awkwardly reached for the door handle, grabbing her jacket. She could feel the deadly combination of the wine and her fever, the effect making her head spin painfully.

"Um... thanks for dinner. Sorry about that."

"Do you even know how hard it is to get a table there?"

"You do realize that I'm sick, right?"

And drunk.

"Couldn't you have just waited until the dinner was over?"

"I'm sorry, I'll tell..."

She trailed off, closing her eyes as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her voice was slightly slurred, and she fought to keep herself steady. NK rolled his eyes, muttering a goodbye before zooming off.

She slammed the door to the building, angrily walking up to the apartment. Her head felt woozy, and she swayed slightly as the door swung open.

"What? Oh. Hi Khushi."

Arnav swung open the door, his eyes shuttered. She stumbled as she took off her heels, tugging off the cardigan she was wearing. Her entire body felt hot and sticky, her head spinning.

She vaguely felt a gentle hand grasp her elbow, holding her up as she finally kicked off the second heel, keeping her from falling.

"Easy there, Gupta. You look... a little pale."

He lifted a hand to her forehead, and the burning was replaced by a pleasant, tingling feeling. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy as she took in the warm, caramel eyes, the lean muscle that allowed her to tuck into his grasp perfectly.

She rather liked caramel... it was so much better than those beady eyes that vaguely reminded her of Nagaraj... and caramel was tasty and sweet and...

"You have a fever. Let's get you to bed."

"Bed? I don't want to sleep with you this way!"

"In this way? How would you rather sleep with me, Khushi?"

He covered his snicker, hastily coughing to cover it up. She resisted him, but her fatigued state made it easy for him to scoop her up into his arms. Her head fell back against his chest, and she smiled contendedly, closing her eyes.

"I want you to... ravish me like Aman does to Lavanya in Without a Trace."

Her voice was drugged, and Arnav began to realize that in addition to having a fever, she was also slightly drunk.

"Without a Trace? That's one of my oldest books. Only true ASR junkies would have read that one. Are you an ASR junkie, Khushi?"

"Is that even a question? Of course I am! You know, I even stood in line for almost nine hours just to get my book signed by you. I would have asked Geet, but I wanted to meet you. You even signed it Love, Arnav!"

She giggled, snuggling further into his arms. She opened her eyes, looking up at him with a pout.

"But, but you don't remember me, do you? Of course you don't. You have sooo many pretty girls around you."

Arnav struggled to contain his laughter, wishing he had recorded this. Khushi had admitted, in her own words, that she was an ASR junkie.

He lowered her slowly onto the bed, gently placing her down. He was about to step away, but he was pulled back by her hand fisted in his shirt. Her lips were dangerously close, tempting him to just...

"You have reeeally pretty eyes, Arnav. You have... Kabir eyes. Not Nagaraj eyes... no siree, you don't have Nagaraj eyes like NK. And you give me fuzzy socks type feelings in my tummy! And you make me tingly all over! And whenever you're around, I keep hearing Khuda Ve. Do I give you fuzzy sock feelings and Khuda Ve, Arnav?"

He sucked in a breath as she lifted a hand to his cheek, placing it there as she looked at him earnestly.

"You do give me fuzzy socks feelings and make me hear Khuda Ve, Khushi Kumari Gupta."

Oh what the hell. It's not like she was going to remember this tomorrow anyway.

Or rather, he hoped she wouldn't remember.

His heart thudded against his ribcage when she gave him a radiant smile, her entire face lighting up. Khuda Ve began playing merrily in his brain, the happy version that was slightly faster.

Jab tum mere paas hote ho, toh tumhari dil ki-

Great. His damned medulla was now quoting that stupid show too.

He didn't know how long they stood there, idiotic, lovestruck grins on their faces. A harsh cough from Khushi broke the moment, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't given her any medicine yet.

He gently unfisted her hand from his shirt against her whine of displeasure, brushing that strawberry citrus scented curl back from her face.

"I'll be back, okay?"

He grabbed some medicine and a glass of water, and she immediately scowled, knowing what was coming next.

"Khushi, you have to! You're sick, you need some medicine."

"No! I don't want to take a pill!"

Her voice was slurred, her eyes fluttering shut as another wave of dizziness hit her.

"Khushi! Just take the damned pill. Just put it on your tongue and take a huge gulp."

"Nooo! I don't like taking pills."

Realizing that arguing was futile, he placed a hand underneath her chin. Her mouth opened in surprise, and he placed the pill on the tip of her tongue, quickly lifting the water to her mouth.

He tilted it slightly as she grudgingly drank the water, swallowing the pill with a dramatically loud gulp.

"There. Now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

She glared at him, crossing her arms over his chest as he turned to leave. He felt a tug on his hand, and turned around to see her chewing on her lip nervously, asking a silent question.

"I'll come back, Khushi."

He would come back and wait until she fell asleep... and then he would take a very cold shower and go to sleep.

In his own bed.

Yes, that was a perfectly respectable plan that would keep the fuzzy socks feelings to a minimum.

Oh my god. He said fuzzy socks feelings. He was truly going insane.

***

Note: And that's where I'll leave you for today! My apologies for having no fuzzy socks only Arnav- but I hope these slightly drunk, slightly sick confessions were good enough.

School starts tomorrow for me- but I hope, I really hope I can keep up with once a week. I'll let you guys know if I can't, but I won't abandon this. As always, please follow @ipkchotidesi or buddy me for PMs.

Love always,

Choti

Me first!!! Yay!!!
Choti u made all us unnecessarily worried wid nk's entry and khushi's rxn to him.
Now u throw a bomb on us. Afterall there was no water running under the bridge. Khushi likes caramel not Nagaraj.
Khushi drunken confession and arnav sober confession made me hear Khuda ve. *giggles*
khushi is ASR junkie fan. We r not since u choti didn't made ASR's book available 4 all of us. *fumes*

anyway leave all that. It was another hilarious update.

Taken

Too too cute and the stupid NK definitely needs a kick