ArHi Marriage FF: His to take? Part XIII: pg 83 - Page 2

Khushi trudged back to the bed, the folds of her lehenga in bunched up in her soft hands, unmindful of the blood stains on her hands that might tarnish the rich blue satin; One last glance in his direction' her eyes pensive, her mind trying to make sense of what she could do in this situation.

Tch' the bleeding's not stopped. "Hai Devi Maiyya' inka kya hoga?" she mumbled.

She spotted a first-aid kit by the bedside table and made a grab for it. Mustering courage, she returned to the spot of the accident.

"A'a... Arnav ji?" she called out hesitantly.

There was no response. His eyes had that agonized, faraway look.

He's still lost in thought' and that towel's bloodied. Ab main kya karoon?

She gently steered him towards the chaise lounge' he didn't protest. She sat him down and kneeled in front of him. She held his hand in hers, removed the towel, and examined it. She spotted a splinter of glass stuck on the knuckle of his ring finger.

The kit had no tweezer' maybe there was one in the room. Or maybe not'

His hand twitched in hers.

Clearly he was in pain. No time to waste Khushi Kumari Gupta' get on with it now.

Continuing to hold his hand, she bent her head forward, and with her teeth, gently tugged at the longish fragment.

He winced in pain' her lower lip came into contact with the jagged edge, just as she managed to pull it out. She inhaled sharply' and looked up.

He was looking down at her' a strange expression in his eyes.

"Khushi," he said in a husky tone, sending shivers down her spine. His eyes held her hazel orbs captive'

She was about to suck in her breath, when his left hand reached her lips and his fingers closed in on the offending splinter and threw it away. The action caused pain and brought her to her senses.

She started to move back, only to have his hands tighten on her arms, as he pulled her closer to him. She had no time to struggle even, as he pulled her onto his lap, his left hand moving to the back of her head to support her neck, as his right hand crept around her waist.

The position was a bit awkward and Khushi struggled. She instinctively reached out' her right hand clutching his waistcoat and her left hand, his knee.

Nervous, her tongue darted out' and suddenly, he bent his head towards hers and his tongue ran over her lower lip, ever so gently. Their tongues touched and she gasped. He lifted his head and settled his gaze on her.

Her eyes were shut tight! Her lips quivered.

"Abhi bhi dard hai kya?" he asked softly. "Vaise zyaada khoon nahin nikla hai'" he explained.

"Khoon?!" she asked, bewildered, as she pressed her left hand to her lower lip, where she felt pain.

There was a spot of blood on her fingertip. She blushed, and averted his gaze.

He swooped in again, before she could turn her head and caught her lower lip, rolling his tongue over. His right hand propelled her forward, till their chests collided. He leaned back in the lounge, taking her with him.

Her arms went up around his neck, as she reciprocated his kiss.

The pain was forgotten' at least for now.

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Folks, when I started out, the plot in my mind was very different from what you just read. I feel they're going to have a tough time given their intense attraction and unspoken feelings.

They will yo-yo between pain, anger, frustration, happiness but hopefully not fear.

Hope you liked it, and let me know how you'd like the story to proceed... what would you like to see?

Part I

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2793839&PID=53266234�

Part III:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53327898

Part IV:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53368855

Part V:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53391292