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Stepping up onto the stage, she looked out at the sea of faces, mentally assuring herself that all would be well, that this was just a performance, nothing more. 'So much more' a voice in her head screamed, and she turned nervously towards the stage's wings, just as the lights dimmed, and the music drifted out through the speakers.
He appeared out of nowhere it seemed, and she knew of his presence by the soft brush of fingertips at her bare back, felt them move slowly till they gripped her side, and then she was spinning, through the darkness, into what seemed like nothingness. She only just saw the extended hand, and took it. spinning back again, eventually colliding with a wall of solid chest, her hands inexplicably sliding up muscular arms, to encircle a neck, while the hand on her back steadied her, then slid lower, moulding her further into the full length of everything that was male. But, it wasn't enough to prevent the merest hint of a trip from her cursed feet, the slight hesitation from her traitorous hands, which could not completely brace her against the impact. And, while a thousand protests, mingled with cries of longing exploded in her brain, she felt the briefest brush of firm, sensual lips against her own softly parted ones, erasing all thought as wave after wave of pure desire flooded through her every vein. But, then she was reeling back, slowly, falling, again into nothingness, except for the arm which still held her, then lifted her back up, this time pulling her closer, and through the darkness, she saw them gleam, those deep, mysterious eyes, which belonged to the familiar stranger.
The brilliant lights need not have come on. But they did, and she stared at him aghast. "Oh my God! It IS you!!" Khushi muttered under her breath, backing off. "Who did you think it was? NK?" Arnav asked sarcastically. "Um no, I did think it was him at first when you took my hand, but when I crashed into you I was sure it wasn't him, but you." She giggled. "Oh really?" He asked, his mouth twisting with a smirk. "And, what gave me away?" He asked. She giggled again, oblivious to the looks of shock on the faces of their family and friends around them. "Oh you know what gave you away. I felt it instantly" She said her voice laced with mischief. "How well you know it" he chuckled, ignoring the gasps and twitters erupting from the crowd not more than a few yards away from them. "Well, obviously!" She said, smugly, "It's not like this is my first encounter with it." She whispered, attempting to avert her gaze shyly, and failing. "Sometimes I think you have more feelings for it, than you do for me." He laughed. "You mustn't think like that." She replied. "After all, we're not married yet, so I have to only love what's inside you, and not what you have, right?" She asked, glancing towards their family who were starting to move towards them. "Whatever I have is yours to love, or hate Khushi" He said huskily. "And if you want it so much, I'll give it to you right here and now."
And, ignoring her silent plea, he smiled wickedly, his hands moving swiftly towards his pants, and before she could call out in protest, he whipped out his cell phone, and placed it in her hands.
Pati Patni Aur Panga
