IPKKND FF:Tearing Ourselves Apart Parts 1-26 :) - Page 51

Originally posted by: Aunna

nice!!!😊 but Arnav's character s losin track!

The light from the ceiling disturbed her from her sleep and she scrunched her nose from its annoyance, trying to turn her face away from it, feeling the stiffness in her neck as she did.

Finally opening her eyes she moved her fingers as her palm was sweaty only to find that she was still holding on to Arnav's hand as they had both fallen asleep where they had lay yesterday. She slowly lifted herself, being careful to not wake him and went to freshen up in the bathroom, changing out of her dark blue dress and into a particularly expensive red, black and copper one that Anjali had picked out for her.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, deciding to leave her hair out as it was and applied a bit of make up to freshen out the hollowness the last few days had left on her face. She admired herself in the mirror as she lightly traced her skin, he seemed to make her glow. She contemplated whether or not to wear some jewellery, deciding on opting for a light necklace in the end, she didn't know why she suddenly felt so self conscience, well she did have one idea.

Walking back into the room she stood by the bathroom door and watched him as he peacefully slept. He still had his hand clasped where she had been holding on to him against the cream and silver duvet cover. The carpet, a dark maroon, spread beneath her feet up until the two large windows at the edge of the room that were showing signs of the slowly rising sun, dawn again. They hadnt switched off the fairy lights yet and Khushi waited until they did before she decided to go and get coffee for him from downstairs.

She met Anjali and Shyam on her way down. Stopping when she first saw him and then forcing her feet to move forward. He gave her a smile as she passed him and she found herself boiling up in anger as he did. She wanted to burn his eyes, to teach him a lesson for all the wrong he had done and continued to do. She hadn't seen him since that morning at the breakfast table when he had first announced the trip.

"Good morning Khushiji! You have come out so early! You must come with us today, and convince Chote too, we were going out around town, shop a little and we wanted to have dinner out too at this wonderful place we discovered yesterday night" Anjali flustered at her as they finally got to the hotels own dining area.

"Yes Khushiji, it wouldn't be the same without you" he added, admiring her beauty as she swayed.

She looked up at him angrily, disgusted at how he could keep this up in front of his wife.

"I'll go and ask him if he is up for it, he seems really tired after yesterday" she said, looking only at Anjali as she spoke. Before she turned around to head back upstairs she remembered she had come here to get coffee so she walked past them to the table where the coffee cups were, taking care to avoid him as much as possible without making it too obvious.

"I'm just going to grab my purse from our room and then we can go have some breakfast out? How does it sound?" Anjali asked a disconnected Shyam.

He smiled sweetly back at her "Perfect" With which she started towards the elevator. Without even looking to see if Anjali was out of sight he followed Khushi to the table where she was putting together two cups of coffee. As she reached out for the milk he placed his hand on top of hers, smiling at the feeling.

She yanked her hand away.

"What do you think you are doing?" she said, a little too loudly for a friendly conversation.

"Don't make a scene Khushiji" he said, in his usual manipulative tone, faking innocence. He started to pour out the milk in each of their cups.

"You are sick" she spat at him "I've told you once before, stay away from me" confident that she was standing in a room with a few other people. She angrily grabbed the two cups of coffee and turned on her heel, trying to put as much distance between them as she could only to be stopped by Shyam roughly grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him.

"Khushiji, why the angry tone?"

"Let go of me!" she flared as his hand only tightened its grip on her arm. The pain through her right arm made her hand release the coffee she was holding and it fell to the ground between them.

"Khushiji" he said with a smile stretched across his face, in a sickly sweet voice that made Khushi want to tear her own ears off.

"You don't have to lie for him, I know how you really feel, you can tell me the truth, I'm going to fix all of this."

Tears filled up in her eyes as her confidence slowly began to seep out of her, like the blood was draining from her arm where he held on her. This man was crazy. She struggled against his grip until they heard the ring of the elevator and he let go slowly, just in time for a smiling Anjali to start walking over towards them.

A shaking Khushi ran away from him before Anjali got them, she only had one half empty coffee cup in her hand as she went running up the stairs and through the door to their room, locking it quickly and breathing with her back against it, slowly slipping to the ground. She couldn't tell whether she was over reacting because Shyam scared her, or whether he really had lost his mind.

Arnav had closed the curtains so only a little light filtered through them, reflecting off of the dark carpet and making the room look like it had faint red lanterns on.

He walked out of the bathroom and panicked when he saw her sitting on the ground, her beautiful features painted a picture of worry and her eyes were wet, shivering from fear. He had missed her when he had woken up that morning and he ran up to her, dropping to his knees and taking the coffee cup from her hands, placing it on the table behind him.

"Khushi! What happened, are you okay?"

He pulled her hand off of her arm where she was holding it and almost lost his mind at the sight of a hand shaped bruise and small burns from where she had splashed some coffee on herself. How dare he touch her, how dare he touch his Khushi, how dare he even think about her.

He grabbed Khushi's shoulders, trying as hard as he could to not be too rough and lifted her off the ground, moving her a step to the right as he reached out to unlock the door and punch Shyam square in the face. He didn't care who was looking, he wasn't going to let Shyam get away with this, he had done too much, stepped too far. It was time to end this.

But Khushi reached out for his arm clinging on to him, this wasn't the way they could allow Anjali to find out, if they owed her anything it was atleast that much. This man, the man that they both despised, was her husband. She had lived with him and loved him for years, it wasn't fair to her to let it all go out in a moment of anger without giving her any consideration. They had to bear this for her, it was only for a little while.

"Don't" she pleaded.

"No good will come of it" she added, her voice breaking towards the end. It was her only outlet for all the hate she felt, she didn't know how to deal with Shyam without hurting Anjali. The tears that were welling up in her eyes, for Anjali, finally fell down her face and Arnav immediately stepped up to her, cornering her against the wall as he wiped them before they could mark her face with any more sorrow.

He wanted to take it all away, all the pain she was feeling, all the pain that Shyam had caused her, along with the pain that he had added. He knew that she was innocent, as much a victim as his sister was, but he also knew that she felt guilty, for what her presence had done and he hated that Shyam made her feel that. He closed his eyes as he thought that he had added to that feeling with the way he had treated her up till recently, he had been wrong.

He was still shaking from fury and she raised her hands to his shoulders to calm him down. He looked up at her eyes as she looked down at her hands, watching her as she slowly stroked at his shoulders, taking away all his anger with a touch.

He leaned in closer to her, slowly and steadily, watching her eyes as she slowly raised them to meet his, he was right up against her now, his lips almost touching hers. The red glow coupled with her dress made her look heavenly, her soft hair cascaded down her shoulder and back, he let his eyes take her in.

She took a breath in to feed her heart from the fear that it would stop beating and he took advantage of that moment to press his lips to hers for the second time. It was different, but just as wonderful.

The first time, it had come out of no where, the urge to touch her lips had taken over everything else and he had shocked hem both. This time is was thought through, he had leant in slowly, waiting for her reaction, for her approval and he had gone through with it the first signal he had got from her. Breaking down his barrier was worth all the moments he got to share with her when it was gone.

Khushi's hands flowed along his shoulders and up his neck where she clutched at his hair as he kissed her and he brought his hand up to her cheek in response, pulling her in towards him.

He released her lips, breathing heavily as she looked up at him, still holding on to him as he took a step forward, her back hit the wall behind her and he took her lips in his once again. She pulled on his hair and he knew if she continued doing that he wouldn't be able to control himself so he grabbed her hands, pulling them away from his neck and pinning them against the wall behind her. He let go of her lips and slowly trailed a line of hot kisses down her jaw and neck, finally resting his head on her shoulder.

She was breathing heavily against him, struggling to get her mind back together. What was going on? Whatever it was, she didn't want it to stop. He breathed her name against the skin of her neck and she gasped as he made his way back up her neck to her ear, kissing her along her jaw till he was back to her lips.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep everything under his control, but that wasn't easy, when he could feel her lips quivering against his "Khushi" he said, in a voice barely more than a whisper "Khushi, I can't" he admitted to her.

She remained still, unsure of what he meant, holding his hands that had hers pinned against the wall and slowly bringing them down, placing them around her waist as she let her own drop to her sides.

As he kissed her lightly at the corner of her mouth, she let out a moan, prompting him to tighten his grip around her waist and pick her up, holding her against the wall as he stood between her legs and began to furiously kiss her again, losing all the control he had managed to retain. He pushed himself closer to her, pressing up against her body as he kissed every part of her lips, forcing them open with his tongue. She cupped his face with both her hands, responding to his actions.

He ran his hands up her waist and along her body, holding her with one arm on her waist and one on her back, he lifted her off the wall and carried her to the bed, gently putting her down as he positioned himself on top of her, placing his weight on his elbows and taking in her breathtaking beauty.

She held her breath as he leaned in to her and tugged at the string that held her dress together behind her neck, kissing her nape. Undoing it, he continued to kiss every inch of her skin that he came in contact with, giving in to his desires as he pulled at her sleeve, taking her dress off slowly.

Khushi closed her eyes, as she felt his fingers trace her skin. She held him with her arms enclosed around his back.

He had his head buried in her neck and had been in the middle of pulling her second sleeve off her shoulder when there was a knock at the door. Khushi's eyes flew open and Arnav froze.

They heard Anjali's voice, muffled slightly by the door "Chote? Khushji?"

And that is it for now. I will probably be slow at updating through the week because well, it's not the weekend and so I don't have as much free time but I will as soon as I can 😆. Thank you everyone, don't forget to hit the like button if you liked it and drop a comment by (because I love them) to tell me what you thought of it.

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