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Khushi woke up the next morning determined.

They had gone to bed last night after eating pizza in comfortable silence, sitting a little too closely to be "just friends".

This... thing between them had gone on too long.

The Khuda Ves, the secret glances at each other, the acidity... everything pointed to only one conclusion.

Khushi had feelings for Arnav Singh Raizada.

And the only way to solve those feelings was to sleep with him.

She had carefully analyzed her feelings, and watched numerous episodes of KDHI , Puja aur Paat Hum, Manzoor Hai, to figure everything out.

And it all told her one thing.

Everything went away after the lead pair had sex. They admitted their love for each other, had sex, and then moved on.

All of the Khuda Ves had miraculously disappeared, leaving the lead couple living together as innocently as brother and sister.

One time, and it was done.

That's all she had to do. She would seduce him, he would admit that he loved her, and then they could live with each other as if nothing had ever happened between them. The repetitive piano riff accompanied by the wind chimes, the random wind that made her shiver, and the fuzzy socks would be gone.

The fuzzy socks would be gone? Just... like that? Well... sacrifices had to be made. She would just have to accept it. She had lived without fuzzy socks for this long, and she could live without them again.

It was a perfectly respectable plan.

She glanced at the clock, waiting for him to wake up. Since she didn't have an arbitrary hut with bales of hay, she figured that the bathroom would be uncomfortable enough to do the deed.

She heard the familiar rustling of the bedsheets, his anguished groan as he rolled over in bed. She readied herself, tucking the towel in carefully.

She wasn't immune to the darkening of his eyes when he saw her in the towel, and knew that this way would allow her to seduce him easily. She would just have to drop the towel and-

He walked in, rubbing his hair and yawning. She felt the familiar tinglings, the piano riff beginning up in her head. She felt warm all over, suddenly feeling very nervous.

Just this once. And it will all be over Khushi... over...

The thought of the warm feelings going away bothered her more than she would have liked, but she quickly pushed it away, plowing forward with her plan.

She cleared her throat loudly, causing him to glance up at her in the mirror.

He froze when he realized she was in the bathroom with him, his mind conjuring up images of what could have happened last night if that pizza guy hadn't interrupted.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, gulping when he saw the way the towel just barely covered the tops of her thighs, the fluffy, soft fabric resting against equally soft thighs...

He hastily moved his gaze back up to her, only to meet her gaze in the mirror.

How had they done it? They had stared intensely, right?

She furrowed her brows, trying to work up an intense stare to lock gazes with him.

"What on Earth are you doing? Is there something in your eye? Is that why you're squinting?"

Yes. Good job, Raizada. Keep it light. That way, you can conveniently forget about the way you nearly lost control last night.

She glared at him, an annoyed pout on her lips.

Paagal hai, par cute- goddamn it Khushi, don't do that with your lips, please don't- Damned show has me quoting it all the time. Especially when she is around me.

"No. I was just... practicing."

"Practicing? Practicing what?"

"Flirting."

Arnav raised an eyebrow, trying to control his amusement.

"Flirting? With who?"

This would be the perfect time to get him to admit his jealousy. And then, he could admit his love for her, they could have fade-to-black sex in the bathroom, and it would all be over.

"With Rohan, of course. He gave me his number last night."

Arnav turned away to conceal his scowl, completely irate.

Damn Rohan. Who did he think he was, just coming and hitting on his dat-

What? A date? No. Arnav Singh Raizada did not do "dates". Because dates led to love, and love led to sparkly Hallmark cards and bouquets of roses and singing opera on ladders.

His roommate. That's who she was.

"Why uh- why did he give you his number?"

He tried to sound nonchalant, ignoring the fuzzy socks that had suddenly grown claws in his stomach. Khushi smirked, seeing she had hit her target.

Score, Gupta!

"Because he thought I looked beautiful. And you thought I looked... what was it, "fine"?"

"No, I thought you looked b--"

He broke off, his cheeks rapidly darkening. He had just shaved, and there wasn't even a layer of stubble to hide his embarrassment.

"B?"

"I have to go. Geet... uh... wants me for editing. Yeah. Go. I'll uh... see you. Yup."

He fled the bathroom, striding as quickly out of the room as he could. Khushi glared at his retreating back.

Her plan would have to wait until later.

Were walls just as uncomfortable to have sex against?

***

She looked at the clock impatiently later that night, waiting for him to come home. She hadn't been able to focus on making the "SV D PRK" posters, too preoccupied by the situation at hand.

Khushi read the same line of the book for the fourth time, rubbing at her temples.

Where was he? It was nearly 10 PM... he was almost always home by 7, when he was out editing.

She heard the click of the lock, and looked up from the book to see Arnav walk in, heaving a sigh.

Thank god, he had managed to avoid-

He lost his train of thought when he looked up, seeing Khushi curled up on the corner of the sofa.

Damn it.

"You're... still up?"

She gave him a confused look, tilting her head.

"Yes? I'm always up this late. And so are you. You're later than usual. Is everything alright?"

"Um... yeah. Yeah, everything is fine. I just, you know, was, you know. Doing er... things. Yeah."

"Did you get a chance to eat?"

"Um, yeah. I ate. Geet uh... ordered in. Since we were running late and all."

She smiled at him, and Arnav felt his heart thud in his chest.

She looked beautiful, even in a pair of sweats with her hair coming loose from a messy bun. She had no makeup on, her face relaxed and happy.

He had wanted to rip off her clothes last night, and he wanted to do the same tonight. How could she look so good in both?

He had lied last night, of course. Beautiful had been on the tip of his tongue, but he had swallowed it at the last minute, choosing to go with the more neutral fine' instead.

She did not need to know how much she affected him.

She scooted over on the sofa, silently gesturing for him to join her.

Her eyes, clouded over with desire for him... the feel of her breasts in his hands, the soft moans that spilled from her-

"I have to go. Work. Deadline. Yeah."

He whirled around, leaving the room before she could see her effect on him.

Khushi watched him leave yet again, frustrated. He hadn't given her a second glance, choosing to be aloof and distant.

It was time for the Plan Q.

***

He heard the soft knock on his door half an hour later, and reluctantly got up to open it. He didn't want to face her yet, not when the memories of their kiss were so fresh, and he hadn't regained control of himself.

He swung open the door, his eyes widening when he saw her.

She was dressed in his t-shirt.

And only his t-shirt.

He could see the scarlet bra strap peeking out from underneath where the shirt had slid down her shoulders, dark against her creamy skin. He trailed his eyes downwards, trying to ignore the curves the fabric clung to.

He swallowed thickly when his eyes caught sight of the long legs, the t-shirt hanging just slightly below where the towel had been this morning.

This building was going to run out of cold water if she kept up with that.

She was leaning against his doorframe, a small, nervous smile on her face.

"Hi."

He forced himself to focus on her... eyes, barely noticing the way she was twisting her fingers together apprehensively.

"Um... yeah. Sleep, right?"

"Actually, I kind of wanted to-"

"You know, it's been a long day. I should um..."

"Would you just shut up for a minute?"

He fell silent for a minute, and the two of them stood awkwardly in his door.

"You're wearing my shirt."

"Mhmm."

"Isn't it a... little short? I mean, I have some sweatpants I could lend you..."

"Short? Perfect. I'm sure Rohit will love it then."

"Rohit? Where did he come from?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes flashing indignantly.

"Well, at least he notices I'm a woman, unlike you! You're standing there lecturing me on how short-"

"Oh trust me, I notice. I notice that my shirt clings to your curves, I notice that your legs look incredibly soft, I notice that scarlet strap that-"

"Then why don't you f**king do something about it, Arnav?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it, gaping like a fish.

"Because I... l can't!"

"Why not?!"

"Because it can only lead to sparkly Hallmark cards, and I don't believe in that! You- Khushi, you'll expect me to love you and I don't know if I-"

"What bullshit! I can't believe that you're the guy that wrote the ending in Without a Trace, with him surprising her in the pouring rain. I can't believe you're the guy that wrote Suraj finally finding Chandra and admitting that she'll always be his princess. I can't believe you're the guy that wrote Kabir's confession so simply and so poignantly in Illusions, when he tells her that they may fight but he would rather fight with her than hold someone else, and I can't believe you're the guy that told me he washes the dishes for me because I-"

She slapped a hand over her mouth when his mouth fell open, his eyes narrowing accusingly as he took a step back.

"You know?!"

"I- uh..."

"You know, and you never thought to tell me?! You let me say all of those things without-"

"Don't accuse me! You let me confess that my roommate is a damn good kisser, and that I may have feelings for him, and you've known for ages! So don't give me that crap!"

"I- how long have you known?"

"Since the update where Kabir and Aditi finally give into their passion and have sex."

His eyes widened, and she saw the panic momentarily flit across his face.

"Oh my god. That's weeks ago."

"Yeah. And I've been waiting for you to tell me you love me, so we can just have sex and move on with our lives!"

"Wait, what?! You want to... move on? After sleeping with me? Like- no strings attached?"

She glared at him, rolling her eyes.

"Yes. That's the only way to solve this. Everything goes down the drain after sex anyway. We have fade-to-black sex, and then live as if nothing ever happened. Move on."

He stared at her disbelievingly, unable to comprehend what he was hearing.

"Are you just going to gape at me, or do you plan on pressing me against the wall and kissing me senseless?"

Arnav regarded her for a minute, before stepping forward, swiftly pressing her against the door as it slammed shut.

He crashed his lips down onto hers, groaning with relief when she immediately responded. Her hands slid through his hair, gently brushing through the strands.

She moaned softly when he nipped at her lower lip, his tongue stroking hers sensually. He heard her gasp when his hands slid down to her breasts, kneading them roughly as her head fell back.

He reached for the hem of the tshirt, growling in frustration when it got stuck.

"Khushi, stop moving!"

"No, you're not pulling it at the right- just let me take it off!"

She tugged it off swiftly, tossing it in a corner. He felt all of his blood immediately rush south at the sight in front of him, cursing underneath his breath.

She was wearing dark red lingerie that was sinfully small, the scraps of lace just barely shielding her.

"Holy shit, you're going to kill me Khushi."

His voice was thick with desire as he raked his gaze over her, drinking her in. Her entire body was flushed, her cheeks bright as she stood in front of him nervously.

He strode forward, cupping her face to kiss her when...

Geet ka phone aaya, Geet ka phone aaya, Geet ka phone aaya, Geet ka teri, Geet ka phone aaya-

Arnav swore profusely, hitting the accept button.

"Get out, Mathur. Talk to me tomorrow. Email me. But damn it, not now."

He hit the end button with more force than necessary, turning the phone off and throwing it on his desk before turning to face Khushi.

She was... laughing?

"I think... you secretly like my trashy music!"

"Oh shut up. That was all Geet."

"Make me."

She looked up at him with what she thought was coyness, fluttering her eyelashes.

Arnav shook his head, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It quickly grew desperate, with her tugging his shirt out of his pants and undoing the buttons.

His lips trailed down her neck, placing lingering kisses as she writhed beneath him, swirling his tongue along her pulse point. She sucked in a breath when he pressed a kiss between her breasts, reaching behind her to undo the clasp.

He tugged at it once, and then twice, grunting in irritation.

"Don't break the clasp, these things cost a fortune."

"I'm trying here, Khushi."

"It's really not that-"

The bra snapped, and Arnav looked up at her guiltily. She gritted her teeth, huffing with annoyance.

"Sorry, sweetheart."

The bra dropped to the floor, and she instinctively moved to cover herself. He raised an eyebrow, but his eyes were earnest, silently asking her whether she was comfortable.

"I've never really... done this before. I know this is no strings, but would you mind making it..."

She trailed off nervously, her eyes uncertain. He smiled at her reassuringly, trying to make her comfortable.

"Of course, Khushi."

He slid his arms underneath her legs suddenly, ignoring her surprised squeal as he unceremoniously placed her on the bed.

He reached for his belt, unbuckling it before trying to pull down his jeans.

But the zipper just wouldn't move.

He pulled harder, cursing.

She moved to help him, but the light touch of her fingers only made it harder for him. He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

She looked at him worriedly, clearly assuming she had done something wrong.

"No, Khushi. It's just- uh... making it... harder."

She blushed furiously at his double meaning, turning away from the amused smirk on his face.

After a few more tugs, Arnav kicked the jeans off with a grateful sigh of relief, before leaning over her on the bed.

"Arnav! You're... you're..."

"What did you expect? That sex happens with all the clothes on like in those damned serials?"

She turned red, embarrassed.

"No! I just- that, it's right... there!"

She heard him chuckle, and covered her face with her hands.

This was such a bad idea. She never should have-

"Hey."

He pulled her hands away from her face, scanning her face worriedly.

"We can stop now too, if you want to. It's up to you."

"No, I want to! I just, I don't know how to do this."

She swallowed nervously, and he leaned in, taking her lips in a lingering kiss.

He glanced down, gesturing.

"You may think you don't know what you're doing, but... I think it's just fine."

He smirked at her, enjoying the way she flushed. She leaned up once more, and he pressed her against the bed, their kisses deepening.

He suckled hard on one of her breasts, flicking his tongue against the budded peak as his other hand kneaded the other one. He repeated the motion, her moans piercing the air as she writhed against the sheets.

He pulled off the wet lace slowly, pressing wet kisses on her upper thighs. She clutched the sheets, her hips lifting off of the bed as his fingers slipped inside of her, thrusting slowly.

"Arnav, I can't- don't stop, Arnav, please- f**k."

She swore loudly as his fingers began rubbing the throbbing peak, her eyes clenching shut as a keening cry escaped her lips.

He could feel her trembling from the force of her orgasm, her breath coming in rapid gasps as she struggled to control her breathing.

Sliding on a condom, he positioned himself at her entrance, pausing.

"Can I...?"

She nodded, and he slowly slid in, trying not to hurt her. He felt the resistance break, and looked down, seeing her face scrunched up in pain.

"Did I... uh... hurt you?"

She glared up at him, her eyes shining with tears.

"f**k, you're crying. Do you want like... a tissue or something?"

"You're supposed to kiss me and tell me it'll be okay!"

He couldn't hold back the bubble of laughter, but immediately sobered seeing her mortified expression.

Leaning down, he kissed her leisurely, cupping the side of her face.

"Better?"

Pulling back, he smiled at her, asking her if it was okay. She wiggled her hips, wincing slightly, but nodding her head.

He began to move slowly, watching her closely. She began to move with him as the desire took over, meeting his thrusts.

Their movements became frenzied, the headboard hitting the wall with every thrust. She slid up the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he slammed into her.

She could feel herself reaching a peak, and pulled him closer, trying to alleviate the tension.

"Khushi, I can't-"

He came with a groan, thrusting deeply into her as he buried his face against her neck, murmuring her name thickly. He thrust once more, reaching between them to caress her aching peak.

She felt the familiar spiral from earlier, his name on her lips in a desperate, breathless gasp. She collapsed against the bed, completely spent.

He pulled out of her slowly, getting up to toss the condom. She looked at him with slight confusion as he slipped into bed next to her, curling around her.

"What? Is everything okay?"

"Aren't you supposed to come with me?"

He laughed, a deep rumble in his throat. He tugged her closer, his warm skin making her eyes droop.

"You and your romance novels, Khushi."

She murmured a soft protest, falling into a calm sleep.

She could have sworn that he pressed a kiss to her hair.

***

Note: And that's where I'll leave you for today! This story is almost over- only one or two more chapters, and I'll be taking a small break after so I can make some headway on my first attempt at a different kind of story. I hope you'll join me for that as well!

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