FF(Arhi): Lavender [Thread 2 link - p. 159] - Page 5

Originally posted by: -publicenemy-

I was going to say Badass... hehe... but call me Tatyana, but if that's hard to remember, just call me P 😉

great FF love that khushi educated herself and like her and lavanya relationship

This is a breath of fresh air!!! Loving this silly tweet, educated khushi & her friendship with lee.. Continue quickly, really liking this ff

i just read all 4 parts and declare that i will most likely be officially stalking this ff for updates. really loved it. arnav -jackass-raizada PAID = educated khush. la/lee livin happy life with 2 adorable twins.

Fantastic update! I loved it! 😊

muaazzz...

Originally posted by: ivre

Never heard that name before...

Nice name for the ff... What the bleep... Good going P (Too lazy you see 😉)

Chapter 5: Lavender

He parked the car in his reserved spot in the parking lot and got out. There were no other cars in the lot; it was a familiar sight to him from the many Sundays that he had come into the office over the past several years. He walked into the building with his briefcase. He liked that it would be quiet, that there would be no employees to please or annoy. If he stayed home, his sister would go into her extreme maternal mode, circling around him like a mother hen. On top of that, he would have to see his grandmother's perpetual scowl and listen to his aunt's constant bak-bak that was nonsensical enough to drive any sane man to the brink of madness. He much preferred the silence and solitude of the office on Sundays.

He opened the wide entrance doors; there were enough side panels to reap the maximum advantage from natural light. He walked up to the second floor to his corner room to complete his preparation for several meetings with an important client in the coming week. It was late afternoon by the time he lifted his gaze off of his laptop and decided to get some take-out for lunch. He walked downstairs, but paused when he heard someone humming at the other end of the hallway. He listened for a moment, but when he couldn't make head or tail of it, he made his way down to the room. The humming was coming from the old storeroom; it had been renovated with updated metal shelving and a nook with a computer station. He had never actually seen anyone work there aside from...

Khushi...

Of course. He had told her to come in on Sunday to make up for missing Saturday.

He opened the door quietly. There were a few rows of metal shelves to the left and he was thankful that there was a light rug covering the entire floor against which his loafers made little sound as he walked in. The air-conditioner was off, but the overhead fan was on and the window panels were open to the other side.

He passed by the first few shelves before the humming was clear enough that he knew that she was in the next aisle.

He stepped through.

He didn't know what he expected, maybe one of her uptight pantsuits or one of her old salwar-kameezes with strange balls and glittery things hanging off of it, but she was not wearing those things. Instead, she was wearing a black pair of long loose linen pants and hung off her hips. She had on a loose shirt, but she had rolled the sleeves up so that it looked sleeve-less and she had tied the edges of the shirt together at her waist so that he could see at least two inches of her tiny waist beneath it before the line of black linen started at her hips. Her long hair was tied up into a loose knot with a pen stuck haphazardly into its loop. She was humming and looking at what he imagined was a file that she was holding in her hand.

He didn't think he was sneaking up behind her, but she didn't hear him until he was directly behind her and then she turned around startled, the file flying up in the air. Her eyes widened over the wide black rim of the rectangular specs that perched low on the bridge of her nose. She usually wore contact lenses; he had only seen her in her specs three or four times in the past several years.

He saw something in her left hand, but she hid it behind her just as the pen fell out of her hair and the long mass of it unraveled to fall down to her hips.

"What's in your hand?" he asked.

"Nothing." She evaded as she moved back.

He moved in closer, forcing her back until she was against the wall. Then he didn't hesitate to reach behind her for the hand that she was hiding.

"Sir... What?... No No..." she told him as she tried to hold him back with one hand while still hiding the other one behind her.

"What are you hiding Khushi?" he asked, feeling an irritation now, especially when she glared at him with those big brown eyes from above her glasses. And he thought he smelled lavender. Why the hell would she put on perfume to come to work on a Sunday when she knew no one was here?

"I thought I told you about proper office attire." His agitation was in his voice now as he growled in her ear after pulling her against him to allow enough room to get to her hidden hand.

"What? Sir... Attire? No.. stop stop... it's nothing important." She said switching back and forth between stopping his hand from reaching hers and trying to answer his question.

"It is not acceptable to show your belly-button in the office." He bit out angrily when a burst of lavender hit him from just beneath her ear. Her lobes were empty of any dangling bobs or studs and he bit down hard on his lips as he felt an almost uncontrollable urge to smell her just there.

"Sir..." he heard her say, although now her voice sounded different to him.

He finally caught her hand and brought it up between them... to find...

"Jalebi?" he asked, confused. "You were hiding a jalebi?"

"I wasn't hiding it." she answered now, heatedly.

"Then?"

"Then nothing." She said, looking down and away from him.

He noticed that her glasses were starting to slide down even further on her nose. She was trying to lean away from him, although one of his hands was still holding her around the waist. Her posture made him drop his gaze to the vertical line running down to her bellybutton.

What the... f**k!

He didn't know he was staring until she started to fidget in his arms.

"I didn't think anyone would be here today." She said then, her voice low.

"So you prance around like this?" he asked, raising his eyes back to hers, the annoyance back now full-force.

"I wasn't prancing around! It just got really hot, so I tied up my shirt. That's all. Like I said, I didn't realize anyone would be here today!"

He imagined a few more moments must have passed in silence because she spoke up again. "Let me go, Sir."

Of course.

"Of course." He answered, letting her go, but he grabbed the half-eaten jalebi from her hand. "I am confiscating the jalebi."

"Why?" she asked when he turned around from her.

"As a punishment for improper attire."

"That again? How does that bother anyone today?" she asked and he heard the exasperation in her voice.

He didn't answer as he walked out of the room, feeling better.

He bit into the jalebi as he walked upstairs. He didn't need any take-out for today. She really did make good jalebis.

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man...he is so harassing her...!!!

loved the update..thanks for the pm😊