Arshi SS: The Tinder Affair | (Part 31 up) | (Blog Link Up!) - Page 46

As soon as Arnav parked outside the house, he knew something was wrong.

The porch light wasn't on. Nor were any of the other lights in the house. In the darkness of the new moon, the house looked like the ghostly spectre of its usual self. The deadly quiet was punctuated by the absolute stillness. There was no breeze. And nothing seemed to be stirring anywhere in the neighbourhood.

Yes, something was very, very wrong.

Climbing out of his car stealthily, Arnav took a deep breath. He wasn't afraid. There was no reason to be afraid. Khushi knew nothing. To her, Kinky had just never shown up.

The turning of the doorknob of the front door seemed loud enough to wake the dead and Arnav's pulse went haywire as he stepped into the pitch black corridor.

Boy, something was DEFINITELY wrong.

Taking tentative steps in, Arnav slowly managed to reach the living room. As he felt around the wall for the light switch, he heard a noise behind him. His face drained of colour just as his fingers found the switch.

Before he could turn around, before he could shield himself with his arms, she was upon him. The sharp smacks of the bailan upon his back made him yelp and cry out.

Behind him, Khushi shrieked into his ear, "How dare you?! How DARE YOU?!"

Little Arnav trembled with terror.

Using both her hands, inwardly calling upon Kali to give her strength, Khushi kept striking her husband with her weapon. He was cheating on her. And she'd bet her wedding jewellery that he'd already slept with the chudail. True, Khushi had been cheating on him too... But hadn't she gone to the caf to end it all? And Kinky hadn't shown up anyway. His crime was certainly bigger than hers...

While Arnav thrashed around, trying to protect himself, Khushi roared with anger, ignoring his cries for her to stop and listen. Listen to what?! There was nothing left to listen to!

"Khushi! Stop! Ahh! Please listen to me! It was me, Khushi! The guy you talked to!"

She couldn't hear him over her own angry growls. He shouted louder.

"Khushi! It's me! I'm Salman Khan! I'm Kinky! It was only you I talked on Tinder, I swear! You can check my phone!"

For a few minutes, she continued hitting him. Then, as his words sunk in, her blows slowed and she drew in sharp breaths. Her glare gave way to an incredulous stare.

"It was YOU?", she gasped. He nodded frantically.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They stood heaving, trying to catch their breaths, and stared into each other's eyes unblinkingly. Then Khushi broke the silence.

"I didn't know you wanted to try doggy style", she accused.

"I didn't know you had an ear fetish", he shot back.

They paused again, the staring match unbroken. Both their eyes smouldered. Little Arnav and Khushi's hoo-hah squirmed in perfect synchronisation.

"Well," Khushi said slowly. "Now that you know... What are you gonna do about it?"

Arnav said nothing. As Khushi's hazel eyes challenged him, his dark brown ones filled with determination. Taking a few steps closer to her so that their chests just barely brushed against each other's, he grabbed the bailan from her hand and tossed it across the room.

And as Khushi's weapon collided with a ceramic vase, creating a deafening noise of breaking china, Arnav's hot lips crashed against Khushi's eager mouth.

Reviews to me are like.. like the lack of bailans are to Arnav? LOL

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