Author's Note : I think this is an experiment gone bad. It started somewhere and ended somewhere. Kindly forgive the errors. I have put in my best to blend the current track with my dreams and hopes. Enjoy!
A shout to my Pri dii. I wanted to write something else for you but I was suffering from writer's block. But this came up and I am glad I am in time for your bday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAANI. I have nothing but prayers to give ya. <3
'Khushi, tu toh gayi', she mused terrified. This was all wrong. First, Lard Governor has to dance with her without giving her the slightest warning as to the extents he would go. To top it, he has to walk into the room just as she is letting go of the whims she was into. She gulped seeing him emotionless and gazing at her with a magnitude that freaked her. 'Why isn't he scolding me? I can't ask him to talk also, he might just shoot me. But how long is he going to stand there and creep me?' she thought.
On the other hand, Arnav Singh Raizada was leaning against the wall, his strong perfect arms placed across his chest, scrutinizing every inch of the scintillating her. She is a drug, damn it. The farther he kept her, the longer his thirst persisted, the deeper his need for her intensified. Their wavelengths matched as the two reminisced their pervious moments in the limelight. It had given a new dimension to the way they saw each other. Each emotion stood incomprehensible in the lingering silence yet powerful enough to hit the other with a force too hard to suppress.
The silence was killing, but her silence to circumstances in his presence killed even more. So he broke the silence, striding towards her and the faint noises of the regular tapping of his shoes shook her with realization. He is walking next to you, lady. Khushi was suddenly rooted to the ground as his gait became more pronounced. When he halted, the distance between them where just few volumes of air and an invisible thread dancing between the two. Khushi took minutes to recover from her 'Arnav shock' what with the dhak dhaking of her heart distracting her and Arnav smirked as he casually obliged her that.
"Aap yahaan?" she said, voicing the only words she could actually put to her vocal chords for other emotions were simply complex.
He gifted her nothing more than a short smile with wickedness written all over.
"Aur aapko manners nahi hai kya? You cannot just walk in a room where a woman is dressing up without knocking. And to think you call yourself first class," she complained, putting in fake frustration. 'Just get out and stop messing my head', her insides yelled.
This time, he blinked at her and then proceeded to take a step ahead.
Khushi rolled her eyes; she pulled back one step, having no problems in moving owing to her jelly like legs.
"Dekho Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. You are crossing limits," Khushi rambled, drawing courage from nowhere but they were draining as soon as it came as his gaze steadied upon her.
Again, Arnav refused to voice a reply but took one more step toward her.
Khushi now was on her alert zone. This man is upto no good. Telling herself so and vowing not to fall weak she quickly turned around. The suddenness of the action loosened the clip that gathered her soft smooth silky hair .
And that was the limit. Arnav had had enough. The temptation of grabbing her and confronting her was too pounding.
Oblivious to the puzzled up processes Arnav's head was going through, Khushi shut her eyes. It was quite silly on her part but she hoped for him to vanish. The last thing she wanted was him to open his mouth.
When warmth glided along Khushi's back, she gasped. It was as though each cell of her body was familiar to the touch that all of a sudden, they sprung up in liveliness. The heat in the room increased by leaps and bounds adding to Khushi's need for fresh air. Arnav paid no heed to Khushi's gestures of wants fully confident that he wouldn't regret much of this. It's time he did what his heart desired rather than just fulfilling the demands of his brain. Arnav traced her mid back horizontally, pushing aside her entire mass of hair towards her front. When his fingers retreated, they slid through the arc of her arms. As though his hands were a source of cherishment, Khushi felt an odd peace settling below her and the only cause for her to ignite remained that his freaking hands were on her bare body. Sensually, taking time to exploit the opportunity before him and exploring the narrow but magnetizing expanse of her back, Arnav worked on her dori which had fallen loose. Khushi's skin grew hot with a strange bit of pleasure yielding owing to the masculine hand that catered to her soul. She stood firm and as much as she thought of falling prey into his arms, her inner self was enjoying this way too much than she should. She was growing submissive to his actions, it was sure. It was becoming as true as daylight that they had that link between that tied them away from the rest of the world. A link that utterly bonded the two; entwined for eternity. And she was beginning to see it. He had already seen it. Her walls broken down brick by brick as Arnav made her turn around to face him. She felt weak but she felt light as well. She could not deny that she was taking absolute delight in being danced around by her lion. Yes, she kept him away but she had her reasons. But reasons were worldly words that meant nothing in front of the explosive passion they were experiencing just then. Dominating her under his strong grip, he pinned her to the wall, restless in his desires. What was he supposed to do? He had no idea. But he was sure he had seen and gladly accepted that there is something more to them than just Lard Governor and a mocking criticizer. He wanted her to see it as well. He caressed her cheeks, feeling the exquisiteness of it under his knuckles. Khushi was surprised. Arnav had smiled? YES. He had smiled dreamily, feeling ethereal in her presence. It was like an antidote, the sweetest cure and finest nourishment. These weren't heat and just sensational touches. They were touches of need. They had the yearns and craves to find happiness in another.
"Arnav," she whispered. Guilt of not realizing before, anger at herself, trust in him building up within her, pain at the thought of her family, regret in despise of the lingering fact that this might just be so wrong, bliss at the absolute truth that stood before her and love for him clouded her mind. Unknowingly her eyes began to mist and Arnav shattered at the sight of her previous pearls gliding.
'It's too much for her', he reminded himself and pulled back. Though Khushi's loud mouthed-ness was obvious, her tears always held a purity that blistered him if they even threatened to fall. He knew she was a delicate soul and innocent at heart. He didn't want her to go through torture of emotions like he had to even if it meant being late in showing her what he wanted. He solemnly promised himself to never torment her like this again for he knew what those tears meant. He didn't know how he could read it, but he knew.
His words choked down his throat as Khushi wiped away the drips on her face. She stood still as a stone leaving Arnav with no other option except leave the room. He hated the separation after then intoxicating collision but it had to be. For now. They had to work out their feelings and time was the villain here.
Arnav left the room, dreading to abandon the near filled Khushi but with the slight hope that things can be better.
Khushi knew he had gone but his touch was with her, happily completing her circle for the tingling sensation remained etched. Khushi's thoughts still wavered but the vague and faint light at the end of the tunnel looked promising.
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