#2 Arshi FF - Sealed With Your Kiss/Chapter 41&42/(Pg-86&87)/U - Page 27

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Chapter 27

Blood Of The Monster

Severed now is the thin cord that kept me anchored in sanity
Over the edge now I fall
Never to be whole again
The pain is unbearable, yet it also is relief
No longer will I struggle against myself
I have lost.

I have lost control to the Monster
He has become me
I throw my head back and laugh
My insanity revealed through the maniacal sound
Broken! Broken! I scream
For alone I have broken, and alone I have suffered
Alone, always alone
Perhaps it is better this way
Leap, and jump, and dance in joy!
For it is all over, forever over
I am dead.
Yes, yes dead! I laugh again
I am the Monster now
And he will never die
My heart and soul died long ago
And now my mind is gone as well
My body is but a husk, a remnant of what I used to be
Dead, I will be forgotten.

~I'm just dead inside and I've become the monster you caused~

"You know your reputation will be ruined...if you'll be seen consorting with the enemy ...the people would think that you have done it purposefully...trapping your parents in a fake lawsuit just to marry me, Arnav declared, his mouth twisting sardonically. Her face fell for a moment before she gathered herself together to retort back. "Hah, I give a damn about what people might think of me...for all I care they can go f**k themselves, she snorted, rolling her eyes.

"You'll do anything for revenge, he asked testily. "Yes, anything...with my help you'll be able to take better revenge on Sashi and Garima, she replied determinedly, hitching up her stubborn chin. A strange expression appeared on his face and he eyed her narrowly as if she had said something incomprehensible to him...

"I am serious...it's no joke, she said passionately seeing the suspicious look on his face. "But why I am finding it hard to believe you?, his jaw clicked on a grim face. "No, I am two hundred percent serious...marry me...and I promise that I'll help fulfill your desire of retribution, she replied solemnly.

He shook his head, a weary smile appearing over his mouth. "And why on earth would you want me to marry you...when I have already confessed that I am addicted to you...and I am agreeing to live with you without marriage...then why would you chain yourself to me permanently, he asked warily. "Not permanently but temporarily...be assure of that, she replied, flashing a sardonic smile.

"I see no harm in a temporary arrangement...we have a great sexual chemistry...I won't interfere in your work...you won't interfere in mine...it will be the same as before...just with a minor difference...our bond will be stronger than before...and you'll get my stocks as well, she spread a hand casually as if discussing a major point in a business presentation.

"And why would I need your stocks...I have enough money of mine, Arnav eyed her dubiously. Anger at his stubborn refusal was beginning to mount inside her. "Why don't you understand Arnav...you won't be able to punish Sashi without them...he would buy the entire prosecution...if he could with the stocks...only with marriage I will get a hold over them, she answered heatedly, raking a frustrated hand through her hair.

"Wait...it's his stocks...not yours?, he asked sharply. "But I thought that I had snatched everything from under his nose...even your house is mine now.

"No, you think you have everything, she gave a short laugh. "These are Sashi's hidden stocks...no one has a clue about them...but me...even Garima doesn't know about them...he made me sign the condition form...which stated that I would get them only if he died or I got married to someone, she explained. "And why would he do that?...it doesn't make any sense, Arnav narrowed his eyes in speculation.

"He did...two years ago...when he gave up the hope of me marrying anyone, she rolled her eyes, giving a short cynical laugh. "I see...but still stocks or no stocks...marriage is out of the question, he shook his head in negation, his tone hardening. She gasped at his audacity, anger beginning to contort her features. "Why...you think I am dying to marry you...I would prefer to be an independent person rather than being a dependent wife...this marriage of ours will have only one purpose...revenge and justice and after that we would part our ways...cause I would never bind myself to anyone forever, she ranted passionately, slashing an angry hand through the air.

Her rant fell on deaf ears, as he folded his arms across his chest, refusing to reply, his jaw thrust out at a pugnacious angle. She stared back angrily, her expression mutinous, chin jutting out stubbornly; the only sound in the room of her heaving breath. She had no idea how long they stood their staring at each other like worthy opponents until he broke the silence with a muttered oath and dragged her towards him, his fingers biting painfully in her shoulders.

"Listen to me princess very carefully...whatever your quest of revenge is...mine is different from yours... I won't take help from my enemy's daughter...even if I am dying... so it would be of great help to you if you get that notion out of your head as soon as possible...because there is no way...absolutely no way that I would marry you, he bit out through clenched teeth, shaking her as if one would to a particularly stubborn child.

A bitter smile appeared over her mouth at his words. "If you think you can do without my help...then you are a stubborn fool...Arnav Singh Raizada...you can keep planning on however long you want...but you still won't be able to bring him to justice...I am his daughter...I know him best, she grabbed his collar, desperation in her voice. "If you think you can change my mind...then you are wasting your time princess...and don't tell me...I don't know what he is capable off, he reminded her bitterly, his jaw rigid.

"How can I forget...you remind me of it every day...I am here because of your damned revenge, her voice broke on a bitter laugh. "Good...then don't forget it, Arnav drawled pushing her away...

She closed her eyes with hopeless resignation then taking a deep breath opened them again to take in his cruel countenance. His face said it all, taunting the desire which was still lingering in her eyes, his lips smiled scornfully seeing the weakness that she had for him and couldn't hide.

Hatred against him rose like an acrid bile inside her and she pounced at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in both hands. "You can have sex with your enemy's daughter...but you can't marry her...is that it...I am too soiled for you now, she seethed, her fingers twisting into his collar, shaking him, her face ravaged with bitterness.

"This conversation is over...I am not going to argue with you, prising her hands off his collar, he took a step backwards, then placing his own hands in his trousers pocket, he turned his head aside, displaying the arrogant angle of his jaw to her gaze, in short dismissing her. "It's not over, snapping her teeth, she grabbed his collar again. "Look at me damn you, taking a fistful of his shirt in her hands, she pulled at him angrily forcing him to look at her. His head snapped back, pupils' dark with undefined emotion.

"I said what I had to say...and I am saying no more...I won't marry you even if hell freezes over, he declared smoothly but firmly, not even bothering to remove his collar from her tight grip this time. Her hands fell to her sides in defeat...

Think Khushi think...you can't accept defeat so easily...there must be some way to make him marry you, she gritted her teeth, her brain whirring to find some solution to her dilemma.

No...No...Khushi you have to find a solution, she bit her lips desperately absently eyeing Arnav who had worn his coat again and was now picking up his wallet from the floor.

You can't let go your dream of being the master of your own life so easily. To become independent first you need to have money and power in your grasp and only by becoming Mrs. Raizada you can have that, she berated herself, her brain working speedily. Then a sudden idea flashed across her mind and a devious smile broke over her mouth...

"You win...I won't ask you again to marry me...but I challenge you Arnav Singh Raizada that it will be you now who will ask me to marry you in one weeks time, she called out to him, her eyes glinting as he froze into his tracks. That's it Khushi...nice bait, she patted herself mentally. He turned on his heels to face her, the inscrutable expression on his face giving nothing away.

"And why do you think that you will win this challenge...princess, one brow arched arrogantly. "I don't think...I know that I will win...handsome, she taunted back, smiling confidently...

"Ah...such confidence on your abilities princess...think you can change my mind, he chuckled, throwing an amusing glance at her. "Yes I can...don't forget that I have the ability to turn your mind to mush...you confessed yourself, she jeered. "I said nothing of the sort princess...yes I said that I am addicted to your body...but that is as far it goes...you don't have the ability to control my mind...my thoughts and my decisions are my own, he snapped, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"You mean you can't control your lust for me...but you can control your mind, she inquired. "Yes...I don't think that I need to say this again and again that whatever I feel for you...it's plain simple lust...nothing more, he declared emotionlessly.

"I get it...so you think you can control it for one week, she smiled boldly. "What...why are you asking that, he frowned.

"You never asked what the challenge is about...I give you one week...and during that week...you have to abstinate yourself from having sex with me...while on the other hand I will try every trick in my book to break your control...if I managed that...you have to marry me, she declared triumphantly.

"That won't happen ever...but if you think that you can change my mind...then it's a deal...I accept your challenge...princess, amusement sparked in his eyes. "Deal...only one week, she hitched up her stubborn chin, her eyes shining with the light of challenge. "But there is one condition that I want to add to that challenge of yours, he said, his face impenetrable.

"What condition?, she frowned. "It's a two way street princess...think you can control yourself...if I lost control than can you keep your cool...would you be able to your stop yourself from going all the way in, he challenged. Panic rose inside her...because she knew what he was going to say next, but she managed to stutter an answer, "Ye...yesss...I can.

"Then it's my condition for accepting your challenge...if I lost my control and you won't lose yours then I will marry you...but if you lost your's first and end up with me in the bed then I won't marry you...and this topic will be closed forever, he replied, his face already wearing a smug smile as if he was confident that she will lose the challenge. The bas***d, he think he can win...I will seduce that triumphant smile off his face in one weeks time and he will rue the day he met me, she thought, seething with fury...

"Challenge accepted, she flashed a smile, fuming inside. The smirk deepened on his face...

"No turning back, he held out a hand...

"No turning back, she echoed placing her own tiny hand over his broad palm, watching with a kind of sick fascination as his long tapered fingers engulfed her own fragile ones...

The feeling that rose inside her at the contact was so intense that it made her physically ill. Sick with desire, overwhelmed by the heat that his fingers generated, she jerked her hand away...

Her heart plummeted seeing the knowing smile tugging at his lips. How in the name of God she would make him lose his control and not respond to his caresses when she felt so much affected by a simple handshake and the smug bas***d knew that fact. His smirk said it all. He had purposefully added that condition as he knew her weakness for his touch. It was his backup. If he would lose then he would make sure that she would lose too...

She knew she was a fool to accept his condition, but she had no choice, she was not known to back down from a challenge. Khushi Kumari Gupta knew that there was no triumph without taking risk...

First Day Of The Challenge...

Khushi took a huge bite of the apple held in one hand and chewed at it noisily, while watching Arnav from the corner of her keen eyes. They were sitting at the breakfast table quietly watching each other having breakfast. Infact she was the one staring at his face, or whatever was left of it uncovered by the newspaper held in his hands...

Arnav hadn't spoken a single word from yesterday after issuing his challenge to her. Even while sitting in the car, driving back home when she had tried to spark up a conversation between them, he hadn't responded and angrily she had given up the struggle of trying to talk to him and had chosen instead to look outside from the window, her poise hostile.

She knew he was going to make it difficult for her but she didn't know that he would stop communicating with her to make her feel awkward. It was as if a wall had been drawn between them, behind which he had closed off himself...

The slinky devious snake, he knew that if she felt awkward, she wouldn't be able to work on her plan, she seethed, chewing at her lips nervously.

As one of the servants arrived at the table with a teapot an idea struck Khushi and she got up from the chair with the speed of lightning. "Wait...I'll pour, she called out hurriedly reaching to the side of the servant who was staring at her nervously. "But, the woman servant protested as Khushi almost snatched the teapot from her hand. "You go on...do your work...I'll pour, she halted her, pointing at the door of the kitchen.

"You may go Nandini, Arnav provided gently, when the nervous servant fidgeted on her toes and eyed him as if asking for his permission to go. As Nandini scooted off, Khushi leaned to his side, pouring him a good measure of tea.

"Sugar, she asked in a sweet voice. "No...thanks, he replied, folding the newspaper and placing it on the table. Without looking at her he held out a hand for his tea and Khushi chose that moment to fake a stumble. The hot contents of the cup poured on his lap and wincing he got up from the chair like a scalded cat. "Ooops...I am so sorry Arnav, Khushi exclaimed dramatically. "Nandini...bring a cold rag, he bellowed, throwing a venomous glance at Khushi who returned his gaze mischievously, tongue in her cheek.

His suit was of a light blue color and the tea had managed to stain the front of his trousers. And on the other hand he would also be feeling pain from the burn as could be shown clearly by the white line that appeared over his lips as he clenched his jaw trying to control it. He deserved it, she consoled herself, trying not to feel the pinch of remorse...

A harassed Nandini came running out from the kitchen, a wet rag dangling from her hand. Before Arnav could took it from her, Khushi snatched at it, then reaching at Arnav's side like a whirlwind she dragged him to the chair and settling him down, she kneeled by his side and began rubbing gently at the front of his trousers with the cold wet rag.

"Stop it Khushi...I can manage, he hissed but she didn't halt her ministrations. "Khushi...stop it...Nandini is watching, he hissed again, clamping a hand over her fingers, halting her. Khushi threw a glance over her shoulder at Nandini, who was watching them goggle eyed, a hand over her mouth. "You can go now Nandini...I will do it, she flashed a charming smile at Nandini who didn't budge but stood there in a transfixed state.

"Nandini...what are you looking at...do you want to do it, she asked, winking. "No...no...mam...I don't want to do it...I mean I can't...you do it, the poor Nandini was so horrified at Khushi's question, that she started to babble. "It's okay Nandini you can go...I'll manage, Khushi said gently, trying not to laugh at the poor servant's dilemma...

As soon as Nandini went back to the kitchen, Khushi stood up. Scrunching the rag in one hand she threw it on the floor. "What you did with me wasn't bad enough that you had to harass poor Nandini with your show, Arnav chided. "And why the hell your poor Nandini was watching us?, she turned towards him, one brow roused in defiance...

"What could she do but not watch her mistress's poor conduct?, he growled, filling up a cold glass of water and spattering some of it over the stain.

"First you almost unmanned me with that burning tea then you deliberately chose to behave without decorum infront of her, he continued to chastise her. "Oh my God, you almost sound like a headmaster, she gave a short nasty laugh...

"Headmaster or not...the challenge was not about unmanning me or giving my servants the shock of their lives, he rebuked, almost slamming the glass of water on the table. Thank God atleast he is communicating, even if it is in anger, she thought triumphantly. He slid the chair backwards, but before he could get off it Khushi was their sliding onto his lap, straddling him. "Now what the hell is this Khushi...i've had enough of your childish games for one day, he snapped, his fingers digging into her waist, trying to push her off his lap.

"You can't go without kissing me, she pouted, throwing her arms around his neck. "Get off Khushi...any servant could walk in...I am not in the habit of behaving like that infront of my staff...they respect me a lot and I won't have them talking behind my back, he said heatedly.

"Double standards eh...you should have thought of it before making me your mistress and bringing me here, she gave a short laugh. "They don't know that you are my mistress, he declared clenching his jaw to control his rising temper. "Ah now I get it...that's why you insisted on keeping me in a separate room and even when we had sex you never slept with me in the same bedroom...so what did you tell them that I am your long lost sister, she winked provocatively, her fingers playing with the hair at his nape.

"That is disgusting Khushi, he snapped, angry color streaking across his cheekbones, his eyes were beginning to glitter harshly. "Whatever, she rolled her eyes dismissally. "Let's dismiss this and come towards the matter at hand...If you want to save your reputation then you have to kiss me and I will get off your lap...otherwise I am going to sit here all day in your lap and even if you would try to get me off I will cling to you...we will undoubtedly end up in a tussle on the floor and the whole staff will come running here, she purred in his ear, her arms still wrapped around his neck. "You are trying to blackmail me, Arnav stiffened, glaring at her.

"Yep...now don't you dare say like father like daughter...I've had enough of your snobbish lectures, she rolled her eyes again. The color bleached from his face, leaving it a ghoulish pale, his anger had turned into icy rage, she could see the cold flames burning behind his narrowed eyes...

He frightened her yet excited her in a way that she wanted to throw caution to the winds and provoke him further into losing that rigid control of his. "Had enough of me hah, his fingers caught her hair, twisting them around his hand like a shining rope, then he tugged at it mercilessly, causing her to utter a tiny scream as some of her hair left their roots."You are a sick bitch you know that Khushi Kumari Gupta, he hissed menacingly into her face, bending her neck backwards, his own eyes filled with a ruthless light...

"Yes I am a bitch...but your sick bitch, she whispered, eyes shining with a maniacal light. She could feel it in her bones that he was struggling to maintain control over the urge to kiss her. She pounced, taking advantage of his weakness. Lifting her neck a little she latched on his mouth that was just a mere breath away. He jerked, but his lips remain cold and unresponsive as she ravaged his mouth.

She stroked her tongue along the seam of his lips but he refused to open them. Frustrated, she doubled up her efforts by caressing his hair, the nape of his neck, his chest, wriggling her bottom against his manhood. He was aroused, she could feel him harden against her buttocks, but still he wasn't responding to her kiss as he should. It must have taken a lot of effort on his part not to respond to her heated kisses but he should break by now, she thought frustratingly.

She moved her hand to his lap, stroking him through his trousers. He responded violently kissing her back, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, until desire exploded inside her too like fireworks then in the next instant he was pushing her off his lap with a muttered oath. Stumbling, her heart pounding violently, she braced herself against the edge of the table, her legs quivering like jelly. He stared taking in the hectic color on her face, his own eyes feverish with a mixture of revulsion and raw desire. "Think you can control it for one week, she tried to taunt but only managed to give a weak croak. He pursed his lips as if to stop himself from retorting back, then turning on his heels he stormed out of the dining room...

Second Day Of Challenge...

She didn't see him at the dinner that night neither she saw him in his bedroom the next morning as she peeked inside on her way downstairs to have breakfast. The sheets were smooth, not a hint of crease showed that someone had lain on them. Maybe he had came late at night and had gotten up early in the morning or maybe he hadn't slept at all, she mused all the way to the dining room.

"Nandini did Arnav have his breakfast?, she asked the servant woman who answered that no Master still hadn't arrived home. Where would he go that he hadn't come home even to sleep, she thought frowning. That had never happened before during her time at his home. Even if he wouldn't come home the whole day he would still arrive late at night.

She was only able to shove down a single piece of bread at the table. But she took her glass of strawberry shake to her room. A light breeze had started to blow so she threw open the windows that lead to her balcony. Climbing over the sill she came out on the balcony, the breeze was filled with the smell of dirt and trees.

She turned her face upwards and closing her eyes took in the smell of nature. The breeze tickled her face, tiny splatters of rain hit her eyes and she opened them to take in the breathtaking view spread before her, directly beneath her balcony the long driveway was gleaming wetly, at the right side of the driveway the vast grounds spread before her eyes, rows upon rows of blooming flowers swayed in the light breeze, the bright fuchsia pink, purple, yellow, red and blue colors gleaming like jewels amid the green...

The cluster of trees afar swayed with a swishing sound, causing the birds nesting in them to break into a cacophony of sounds...

She took a sip of her strawberry shake and moaned with delight as the tart and sweet flavor of strawberry broke over her tongue. But her delight was short lived as the security guard ran to open the huge electric iron gate and a red Porsche drove inside the driveway. She leaned on the balustrade curiously watching it as it came to a halt with a crunch of gravel. Her fingers tightened on the glass at seeing the couple getting out of the car...

The man was without doubt Arnav Singh Raizada but who was the slinky sleek woman with him in a red figure hugging suit that screamed sophistication. From this far she couldn't see her features clearly, but one thing that could be seen clearly was her fabulous figure and height.

Khushi was trying to figure out who the hell was that woman when she rose on her tiptoes kissing him full on the mouth. Something painful hit her as if someone had plunged a knife inside her solar plexus. Arnav wrapped his arms around the woman returning back her kiss and Khushi staggered backwards, the milk shake glass falling from her limp fingers, shattering on the floor.

She doubled up trying to breathe, but her lungs refused to obey. She felt herself breaking like the jagged pieces of glass littering the tiled floor. Something cold and brutal moved inside her and she almost felt faint with rage and pain. Her mind spun dizzily, her throat felt dry as sand paper. But still the tears won't come. She wanted to scream, rage, tear the kissing couple apart. But she did nothing of the sort.

She didn't tear her eyes away but watched them numbly as if punishing herself until they broke apart own their own and the girl got inside the Porsche. Waving cheerfully at Arnav she drove herself out. Only the clanging of the iron gate brought her out of her stupefied state...

Rubbing a hand across her burning eyes she headed towards her room...

She was determined to get information about that girl...

But not from Arnav...not even if her life depended upon it she would let him know that he had succeeded in making her jealous. He was wrong to think that he would be able to provoke her into losing control and lashing out at him...

She wouldn't say anything to him, but somehow she would find that girl and make her rue the day that she was born. He was greatly mistaken if he thought that she was like those women who would turn a blind eye toward their men's unfaithfulness and not retaliate. She was Khushi Kumari Gupta, psychotic, sick and a bitch as he had called her. No one had messed with her and lived to tell the tale, she thought, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Her face was composed, almost expressionless; only the bloodshot eyes reflected her inner turmoil. But soon the redness would die down, she would go outside and face him as if nothing had happened...

But he would never know about the bloodthirsty storm raging silently inside her...

The laughter came gurgling out of nowhere, dark, maniacal, bone chilling, bloodthirsty.

Arnav might have forgotten that she was the daughter of monster but she knew that same monster blood ran in her veins too and now it was calling for blood...

She lifted the little vase from the alcove and threw it at the mirror, her reflection splintered into hundreds of jagged pieces and from every piece she could see the reflection of her father laughing at her...

What have you done Arnav Singh Raizada?, she thought painfully...

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Khushi is totally unpredictable and psycho, I'm scared!
What will be her reaction when she got to know Arnav's involvement with her best friend.

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Garima truth out about her involvement in Shashi crimes to Khushi.
Challenge been set and both trying to get the upper hand.
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