IPKKND FF - Where Happiness Lives Part 10 Pg 95! - Page 46

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Quick Recap : Arnav and Khushi are thinking about eachother and they meet when Khushi goes to help Anjali for Aakash's birthday. Arnav trips NK as he interrupts them and leaves only to meet Khushi again when she is decorating the poolside, Anjali then asks Khushi to stay and lends her Lavnanya's clothes. Arnav catches Khushi by the poolside later and kisses her, telling her afterwards that it meant nothing. A few days later, Khushi doesn't turn up to the sangeet and Arnav goes to get her, he apologises and tells her it wasn't nothing. Shyam witnesses this and becomes angry at Khushi for 'betraying' him. Bringing her to the sangeet, Arnav and Khushi get closer, with Shyam watching them, becoming angrier as he realises something is going on between them. He confronts Khushi, who retaliates and manages to get away.

Chapter 7 - The Little Things

The deep pink fabric running along in swifts along her knee line swayed with her as she ran through the hallway, putting as much distance between herself and the monster she had just left behind. Her shaking hands fidgeted around her hair, tucking and retucking a strand of mess prone hair near the front of her face, desperately trying to distract herself from the friction generated burns on her upper arms.

She cringed at the thought of his hands on her again, and took one last observant look behind her to check that he really wasn't close by, before joining everyone in the room she had left not so long ago.

Her jawline was still heated and she could make out the shape of Arnavs lips as they had softly kissed her skin. It was different from the heat in her arms, this was warm and moist, whereas the latter was rough and scathing.

"Khushi ji? Are you okay?"

Khushi turned to face NK holding out a glass of orange juice for her which she gladly took, downing it in a few gulps she handed the glass back to him and sent him a friendly smile which he reciprocated.

"How is your leg now Nanhe ji?" she asked kindly as he responded with an enthusiastic nod.

"Much better, especially now that you are here"he smiled.

Why couldn't they all be as easy going as him, she complained internally before abandoning him by the side of the room to lose herself in the mix of bodies and sound. She needed a distraction.

She let it take over her, falling into the rhythm of the waves around her was so much easier than contemplating over everything that was wrong, everything that was right and everything that was just a swirly white mess of something unknown in between.

She knew he was back in the room but she didn't dare look up. No, she wanted out of it all, just for a few secon...

"Running away from me?" said the husky voice she had been thinking of.

Arnav held her hand in his, and pulled her closer by the waist, causing her eyes to snap up and meet his dark ones, desire running deep through their striated colour.

"What are you.." she started.

"No one is looking" he said confidently, pulling her closer to him, starting to move with the music, watching her as she shifted close to him, aware of everyone's gaze.

He was wrong. Even though they stood in a secluded corner of the room, where the light from the overbearing chandelier just ran short, Shyam stood with his eyes glued to them, noticing every touch of their skin, watching how she melted in his arms, responded to his touch, and lost herself in a world of his eyes.

That was not the way she looked at him.

Arnav leaned in to her, closing his eyes and breathing in rapidly. The devouring scent of her skin drove through his mind, tearing away at his sanity, and her innocent eyes looked up at him, giving herself to him, trusting him completely. He had never felt so blessed before.

He had made so many mistakes with her, and he would be forever grateful to whoever brought her close to him. He had always thought he made his own path and that he was the master of his own fate. But it was different with her, he knew he could never have dreamed of something, someone as brilliant as her. This was someone else's doing.

He smiled against her hair and she felt it over the overbearing thoughts of trying to keep her heart from popping out of her chest as the warmth from his hand spread through her lower back.

"What happened?" she asked into his ear, questioning his smile, brushing her soft lips slightly against his rough stubble.

"Nothing" he laughed quietly, stepping away from her only to pull her back, sending her in a twirling frenzy until she fell against his chest, breathing heavily. The lights from the room dimmed as the stage prepared itself for the next performer but Arnav and Khushi were not aware of the rest of the room.

He knelt down towards her, giving into his animal temptation of taking her lips and sealed them with a kiss, deep and wanting, hungry and forceful, taking her by surprise. Her breath caught in her throat as he sucked on her lips, and the next thing she knew, he pulled away, sending her a quick wink before disappearing out of sight as the music stopped and the track for the performance began.

Keep it cool and composed Arnav, he encouraged himself as he ripped himself away from her, his heart and body screaming NO!. But his mind knew better, if he held on to her for much longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking it further. And this was not the time, nor the place for something like that. He yearned for her touch as soon as she was distant, and watched her rapidly blistering lips and pulsating neck that called out for him.

He managed to get away and he marvelled at his self control before striding to the opposite end of the room to settle himself on a chair, pretending to watch the stage, when his eyes kept darting back to her.

He didn't know how he had managed to stay away from her the whole night, it had taken every ounce of his self control, but he had done just that. When she was about to leave, lingering longer than needed by the doorway, he saw her and went up to her, wanting to have a moment to say goodbye, but his family got in the way, not letting him take her in his arms like he wanted.

He caught her eyes and sent her an apologetic smile which she warmly returned, her heart starting to beat loudly in her chest, before she coolly slipped out in to the cold air, feeling all warm and humid from the heat that emanated from his gaze.

Her family ushered her in to the car that was dropping them home and she looked back at the house once before she left, taking in the sight of his home so she could keep it with her until the next time she saw him.

***

Arnav spent the next day trying to think of a good enough excuse to go over Khushi's house to see her, and finish off that goodbye that had been haunting him for hours, stealing away his sleep. He had twisted and turned in bed for hours, thinking of the feel of her lips against his, the sound of her heart pressed against his chest, the warmth from her satin skin that sent desire plummeting through him.

The thought of her could make his heart race.

The way she had looked at him, the way she always looked at him from that close. With her innocent shining eyes, always took his breath away.

But it was Payals mehendi today, which meant that he couldn't go and see her. He wasted his day off at home, helping every now and then with decorations for the following night, watching the door impatiently, hoping that for some reason she would come.

But she didn't.

He had never imagined that he would miss someone so much after having spent an entire evening just the day before watching them.

He glanced up at the clock and called his sister, telling her that he would be over to pick her up despite her protests of being able to get home with the driver he had sent. He left through the door, smiling.

***

Khushi sat next to her sister, admiring the intricate flow of dark paste along her slender arms, decorating her for one of the most important days of her life. She watched Payal with awe, hoping that she would be as happy as that one day, rejoicing with her family, upset to leave behind a life that had offered so much love, only to start one that had even more.

The thought of Arnav ran across her mind as she thought of marriage and she snapped up, correcting herself as there was a knock on the door. She got up absentmindedly, thinking of how her thoughts could take her to crazy places. All he had said was that he was sorry, and that it didn't mean nothing.

She was lost in thought as she walked over to the door, stopping just short of it. Not meaning nothing meant that it had to mean something right? She tried convincing herself. But who said that something had to be substantial, what if he meant it wasn't nothing, but it just wasn't a big deal either.

Her mind ran wild over all their moments following yesterday night when he had turned up at her doorstep. He had been behaving differently. He was behaving quite similarly to how he had been just before Diwali, and how had that ended...

She shook her head, No, this time was different, he had kissed her again, and it was with full intention. No mistakes, no spur of the moment. Just Arnav and her. In a crowded room filled with the loudest music that had felt like it was empty with nothing but their beating hearts. He had leant in to her, slowly and deliberately.

The pounding on the door went unnoticed by Khushi as she raised a worried finger to her lips, biting it as she thought. How had she even considered marriage, her head was not in the right place if she had been day dreaming of marriage and Arnav together. Suddenly worried, she realised that she had not even been paying attention to what she had been doing. What was she thinking?

What if he wasn't serious? He didn't think of marriage as the sacred bond that she believed it to be. This could all fall apart, this wasn't right. Just when she thought everything would slowly fall in to place, it could start to fall apart.

"Sanka Devi!" the voice pierced her thoughts "Are you deaf? Open the door"

Khushi turned towards the door that was almost being punched in at this point. Irritated at the interruption to her very important line of thought, she threw the doors open and ferociously stepped out.

"WHAT IS IT!? CAN'T YOU JUST WAI..." her tongue froze in her mouth as she faced him.

Arnav Singh Raizada, standing completely unphased on her doorstep. Again, she thought.

"What are you doing here?" she shot defensively "You can't just show up here when you feel like it, this is the mehendi, you are not supposed to be here"

Arnav looked at her confused by her reaction, this was not how he had expected to be greeted.

His eyes turned hard "I am here to get D.."

"You are always making excuses, well, I do not want to hear them" she stepped back in, colour burning under her skin when he held the door open with his hand. She looked up at him for a second, lingering on his gaze, trying to figure out what he wanted from her.

"What are you doing, I told you once, you shouldn't be here and..."

"DI!" Arnav called behind her, throwing her a smug yet irritated smirk.

Khushi could almost feel the steam rush out of her skin as she heard Anjali behind her call out to her brother.

"Chote? Just give us a minute, we will be out soon!"

Arnav raised an eyebrow proudly at Khushi who watched him horrified. This was beyond embarrassing, she needed to learn when to keep her mouth shut.

Before he could get another word out, Khushi turned on her heel and ran into her room, icing down her cheeks with a glass sitting idly on her desk. She paced in her room and watched him leave through her window, her heart jumped when he looked back at the front door with a look of longing before driving away.

Why couldn't he just tell her what was in his heart she whined, settling down on her bed in a puff. It would make all of this a whole lot easier. At least she wouldn't have to search his eyes for answers, she had learnt that he was very good at keeping his heart hidden.

***

Arnav walked furiously back inside his house, annoyed at both Khushi and himself. Why did he have to spend all day thinking about her, and why on earth did she have to react that way? There was something in her eyes that was unnerving him. It worried him that she hadn't looked quite right, like she was uncomfortable about him being there, like she was unsure.

He busied himself in working, flipping through files like he would always do when he found that he was consumed by her thoughts. The darkening sky outside soon reached a midnight blue, alight with the strong illumination set out by the moon. He waited, forgotten files lying by his feet, staring out into the poolside by his room when Aakash walked in. They spoke about business for a while before the topic steered out and Aakash confided in how he was a bit scared of getting married. He wasn't sure Payal would be happy, even if he tried his best, what if she fell out of love with him?

Arnav looked at him, thinking that whatever it was, at least he had the guts to try and get married. He gave him a motivational talk, telling him how no one would ever fall out of love with him, if such a thing as love existed he added, thinking to himself how he hardly believed his own ideals any more.

"But Bhai, I mean, I know every girl wants to get married, but what if, after marriage, she doesn't feel the same"

"Don't be silly Aakash, you and Payal were meant for eachother" he closed his eyes, cringing at the use of words that she had taught him to say. Suddenly, his eyes flew open.

"I have to go" he said to Aakash, grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his dark blue pull on sweater.

"What? Bhai, but it is almost midnight"

"I'll be back soon" Arnav called behind him as he walked.

He grabbed the car keys off of the dining table and walked down the corridor towards the door, Aakash's words ringing in his ears.

...Every girl wants to get married...

He should have noticed before, he thought to himself. She was probably scared of what he felt, that is, if she knew whether he felt anything or not. She had no idea how serious he was, if her damned gleaming eyes would just stop getting in the way every time he got close to saying it out loud, maybe they wouldn't be where they were. He started the car, driving out into the night without a clue of what he was going to do once he got to where he was headed.

That is part 7 for you, I really hope you liked it (It is Shyamless 😆) Please do leave comments and likes everyone 😳 Love Hayley x And sorry about the story being a bit all over the place, I will confess, I am not entirely sure what is going on with it 😛

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