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I continued it after all so for those who did not read the other OS here is the link.. if you all want to read that first...
OS - Quit Playing Games With My Heart
Famma - For you!!
I Know I Can't Resist
Khushi came up with yet another way to annoy the hell out of Arnav Singh Raizada. She muttered to herself, "Khoob saara pyaar khaali na jaayega ASR pe vaar!" So he had fed her, the breakfast, she would feed him dinner. But in her own Khushi Kumari Gupta way. She prepared for the rest of the day, giving her tuition kids off so that she would get the chance to trouble her egotistic husband. She knew the morning kiss at the door had been unexpected and she would ensure that she does not get enticed by those beguiling eyes. The way he looked at her unblinkingly when he thought she was not looking always managed to increase her heartbeats. She even had to look away when he did that when all she wanted was to stare right back. Two were playing the game isn't it? Her loving dutiful wife routine would have to bring in a twist. A twist that would put Arnav Singh Raizada in a tizzy that would spin his head and order her to be out of his house and life.
She made the special white sauce pasta and Pizza that he loved with help of Anjali Di. She was going to play the game of reaching the man's heart through his stomach, but this one she was going to give a stomach ulcer. Her mother had said, "Beta, apne pati ko achcha khana khilana, pyar bhadta hai," and she smiled at how she was going to twist that saying to ensure that not love but war happens between them. She arranged the room in red and beige, one was her favorite color and other his. She added the spark to his otherwise dull demeanor and she was going to add much lighting to his life, starting tonight. No, she was going to start a fire, a fire that would burn him enough to want to make her go away, far away from him. Arnav Singh Raizada had to crack sometime, he was a nut so something had got to give. Rubbing her hands in glee, she set about decorating the room with white linen on a square table, candles and two chairs. She had thought of the pool side, but what if he dunked in her in it so no, the bedroom was more intimate, at least their fights would not find any witnesses.
"Swami," she rehearsed, "aapka favorite khana banaya hai, aapka favorite drink hai aur aapki favorite patni bhi' mera matlab hai, aapki patni'" smirking away as she set up the bed, the pillows with red covers, changed the ghastly green recliner to a chic beige one.
"All this to annoy him?" she wondered; then why did she feel this skip in her step as she moved about the room, why did she feel elated at having made his favorite food? Was she fooling herself in thinking she was doing all this to annoy him when all she craved was his nearness, some moments of loving like the one in the morning where unable to resist the pull he held to her, she just wanted to melt in his arms? Why when he looked at her, her insides went all mushy? Why something throbbed to life deep within her? If his name on her lips, his thoughts could make her all warm inside, what would happen if he touched her now the way he had done?
Pulling away those troubling thoughts, she gave finishing touches to the dinner and then just to keep things in perspective, she added a bit of extra pepper in the white sauce and extra paprika in the pizza sauce so that she did not deviate from her original plan of annoying her husband.
Arnav had gone to the office only to wonder all day about those trembling lips, the closed eyes as he had kissed her goodbye in the morning. The hug that had almost happened, the will he had exerted to pull himself away from her instead of taking her back to the bedroom had been draining. He wished he could have really gone and done what he had a hard time resisting anyway.
Wondering what his ingenious wife would come up with as a counter attack, he realised he would need to have a plan of his own. He looked at the hideous shirt she had got him and he smirked as an idea popped into his head. He left office to get the things that he knew would make his wife abandon the plan of one calling him "Swami" and two being the soppy dutiful wife.
He went and got the stuff he knew would be too much for the currently acting the dutiful wife of his to do and loaded with his packages, he went home with happy thoughts of turning the tables on his wife's plans.
He greeted Di with more exuberance than he normally would and got a cryptic, "Oho! aaj toh bade achche mood mein lag rahe ho, what's cooking?"
Feeling guilty at almost having been caught, Arnav turned stoic and said, "Jo meri biwi pakka rahi hogi woh. Achcha woh hai kahan?"
"Kitchen mein hai, jaiye, jaiye, help her in the kitchen." and with a wink sauntered away.
Arnav entered the kitchen to see his wife in a dark green salwar kameez, looking as if she was the stem to his rose in the red shirt that he was wearing. He went up to her and on finding him she came and said, "Swami, aap aa gaye. mein interzaar kar rahi thi." Khushi smiled at him and was perturbed a little when he beamed back.
About to go further into kitchen, Khushi placed both her hands on his chest and said, "nahi you can't see what I have cooked, its a surprise."
"Mujhe surprises pasand nahi' "Arnav blurted in his characteristic manner, before he realised he was to play another role. So, he added, "But tum kar rahi ho, toh achcha hi hoga. I will wait for it, but abhi come with me, I have a surprise for you too, Honey." Arnav did not know where that endearment came from.
He realised where his wife was concerned, there was little resistance in him. But he would have to do better. He took her hand in his and took her to the bedroom, where he had gotten Hariprakash to keep the packages. But entering the bedroom, first the chimes and then the transformation that he saw in the room struck him. Swallowing the curse that readily came to him whenever that chime hit him, he looked around aghast. His wife it seems had gone too far now. A romantic set up for two, with candles and all. She was really taking this dutiful wife scenario further than he had anticipated. About to call the whole thing off and storm out of the room, he crinkled his eyes in mischief that popped in his head. Now, how far was she willing to take this drama of hers was something that he would love to put to test. Giving a half smile to himself, he turned and looked at Khushi who stood there smug and triumphant.
"Tumne ye sab mere liye kiya? Toh what I got for you will be simply perfect." Arnav then proceeded to open the packages that HP had kept on the bed. He made a display of opening the first box which was a short white dress that would come up to the knee, had a boat neck and full sleeves, but no back. It cut in a V almost to the end of the spine and he was now ready to push the first button that would deflate the balloon of mrs dutiful wife. "Tumne itna achcha dinner tayyar kiya hai, itni achchi decoration ki hai, so now time for a date with your husband in a new avataar don't you think Khushi?" Arnav deliberately opened the dress holding the front side towards her and the back against him so Khushi would not realise the dress was practically backless. Before she could resist, he just pulled her arm and took her to the bathroom, hung the dress and said, "Tum change kar lo, I will have HP bring the dinner."
She closed the door but was reluctant to change. She did a "KyaAA" when she saw the dress had no back. She opened the door a crack and called out, "Swami mein ye kaise pehen sakti hoon, ye' isme toh' "
"Why Honey, you asked me to pick one of the new shirts you got me and so as a thank you for making my wardrobe so vibrant, I thought I must get you a dress that would suit you.." saccharine words dribbled out of Arnav as he smiled his sweetest at his wife.
Khushi not convinced argued, "Par mein ye kaise pehen sakti hoon' " and Arnav sweetly replied, "Sirf mein hi toh hoon yahan par aur tum meri patni ho. Aur waise bhi, it still covers a whole lot of you isnt it? tumhare salwar kameez ki back bas ek do inch hi toh upar hogi, hai na? Even the first time we met the back of your dress was very low and you had covered it with your hair. So leave your hair open."
Khushi gaped, what was Arnav up to? Why, she should have known this man would be up to no good. Gritting her teeth she banged the door and changed into the dress. Leaving the long hair open to cover the back as much as she could. But suddenly an image popped into her head of him pushing the hair aside and brushing his lips smack in middle of her back. Khushi's eyes widened in horror and anticipation of such a moment. "Khushi, apna dhyan mat hataa, tujhe vaar karna hai Arnavji par, unko nahi jeetne dena samjhi tum." she advised her image in the mirror then squared her shoulders and walked out to the bedroom. It seemed strange that she was bare feet in this elegant dress.
She walked out pulling at the hem of the dress which was a simple shift dress with ruched fabric that gave illusion of it flowing over her curves. Arnav walked up to her with footwear in his hands, knelt down before her and said, "Let me put the shoes on you, Princess." He then lifted her leg put the sandal on her foot holding an ankle. He could not help tracing the anklet that circled it in memory of how he had put it on her on that Diwali night. He looked up and found her staring down at him with glazed eyes. Arnav could see the memory reflected in her eyes like a film when he had almost kissed her. He looked away to hide his expression and absently caressed her calf.
It was her slight moan that brought him out of his reverie and he put the other footwear for her.
He then got up at brushing distance and said, "Shall we dance?"
"Par' music?" Khushi was again transported to rehearsal during the sangeet, the sangeet itself as Arnav walked up to the stereo in the corner and put on song by Ronan Keating, "When you say nothing at all" and gathered Khushi in his arms. She tried to speak and he placed a hand on her lips and mouthed the words, "you say it best when you say nothing at all'."
Swaying to the music in tandem he ran his hands on her arms, and circled her waist, pulling her close. Khushi jerked towards him when she felt his fingers brush the base of her spine where the V ended. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled, full of sensual meaning and desire in his eyes that melted her bones. Feeling like she would end up in a puddle at his feet, she tried to move back only to have him pull her against him completely, touching from chest to thigh, his knee between her legs supported her.
Arnav let his hand drift upwards, over her back, her hair a veil covering his intentions. His hand reached the nape in a lazy caress that left a blazing trail in its wake. He tilted her back as he held her nape in one hand, the other arm around her waist and did a pose that they had done before, a dance known yet new feelings, new emotions assailing them. He felt familiar yet something new grow between them. He knew her, yet there was so much more that he wanted to explore. He held her close and suddenly without a thought he kissed her, throat that was exposed to his lips kissing the column that had delicate curvature like a vase.
Khushi's arms went around his neck holding on to him as he ravaged her senses. She felt limbless as he ran havoc with his tongue. Khushi closed her eyes as she felt a warm molten lava flow through her being and burn in its wake all the resistance she had built up after the way he had married her. She forgot all the things he had told her, accused her of. Her lips parted ready for a kiss that every part of her being longed for. Arnav's lips travelled to her chin, the corner of her lips and she sighed in anticipation.
Arnav felt her breath escape her lips against his as he touched the corner of her mouth. He felt his lips burn as they touched the velvety softness. About to cover her lips completely in a blissful kiss, they heard a knock on the door and HP announcing, "Khushi Didi, aapka Khana!"
Breaking apart, Arnav and Khushi stared at each other for a moment before Khushi went to open the door.
I know I can't resist - Texas
I believe that you told me
A promise laced with lies
Such a tease as you hold me
There's hunger in your eyes
That's the way that I remember you
When the sun was high and the nights were cool
It seems that lately, I just dream of days
In the silver skies that I can't erase
I know I can't resist
I never wanna fall asleep
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I am scared of what I missed
But don't you know this tastes so sweet?
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
That's the way I remember
The summer sun was high
To the cold of November
I'm still in silver skies
That's the way that I remember you
When the sun was high and the nights were cool
It seems that lately, I just dream of days
In the silver skies that I can't erase
I know I can't resist
I never wanna fall asleep
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I am scared of what I missed
But don't you know this tastes so sweet?
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I'm falling for your sentimental charms again
I'm finding it so hard to break it
But every time the pleasure turns into pain
I'm more inclined to stand and take it
This is the way I remember you
The sun was high and the night was oh so cool
It's how I remember you
I know I can't resist
I never wanna fall asleep
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I am scared of what I missed
But don't you know this tastes so sweet?
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I know I can't resist
I know I can't resist
I know I can't resist
And this was getting too long so the party for two does continue... in a sequel to this... let me know if you all want more... else Hello Hi Bye Bye đ!!
I continued it after all so for those who did not read the other OS here is the link.. if you all want to read that first...
OS - Quit Playing Games With My Heart
Famma - For you!!
I Know I Can't Resist
Khushi came up with yet another way to annoy the hell out of Arnav Singh Raizada. She muttered to herself, "Khoob saara pyaar khaali na jaayega ASR pe vaar!" So he had fed her, the breakfast, she would feed him dinner. But in her own Khushi Kumari Gupta way. She prepared for the rest of the day, giving her tuition kids off so that she would get the chance to trouble her egotistic husband. She knew the morning kiss at the door had been unexpected and she would ensure that she does not get enticed by those beguiling eyes. The way he looked at her unblinkingly when he thought she was not looking always managed to increase her heartbeats. She even had to look away when he did that when all she wanted was to stare right back. Two were playing the game isn't it? Her loving dutiful wife routine would have to bring in a twist. A twist that would put Arnav Singh Raizada in a tizzy that would spin his head and order her to be out of his house and life.
She made the special white sauce pasta and Pizza that he loved with help of Anjali Di. She was going to play the game of reaching the man's heart through his stomach, but this one she was going to give a stomach ulcer. Her mother had said, "Beta, apne pati ko achcha khana khilana, pyar bhadta hai," and she smiled at how she was going to twist that saying to ensure that not love but war happens between them. She arranged the room in red and beige, one was her favorite color and other his. She added the spark to his otherwise dull demeanor and she was going to add much lighting to his life, starting tonight. No, she was going to start a fire, a fire that would burn him enough to want to make her go away, far away from him. Arnav Singh Raizada had to crack sometime, he was a nut so something had got to give. Rubbing her hands in glee, she set about decorating the room with white linen on a square table, candles and two chairs. She had thought of the pool side, but what if he dunked in her in it so no, the bedroom was more intimate, at least their fights would not find any witnesses.
"Swami," she rehearsed, "aapka favorite khana banaya hai, aapka favorite drink hai aur aapki favorite patni bhi' mera matlab hai, aapki patni'" smirking away as she set up the bed, the pillows with red covers, changed the ghastly green recliner to a chic beige one.
"All this to annoy him?" she wondered; then why did she feel this skip in her step as she moved about the room, why did she feel elated at having made his favorite food? Was she fooling herself in thinking she was doing all this to annoy him when all she craved was his nearness, some moments of loving like the one in the morning where unable to resist the pull he held to her, she just wanted to melt in his arms? Why when he looked at her, her insides went all mushy? Why something throbbed to life deep within her? If his name on her lips, his thoughts could make her all warm inside, what would happen if he touched her now the way he had done?
Pulling away those troubling thoughts, she gave finishing touches to the dinner and then just to keep things in perspective, she added a bit of extra pepper in the white sauce and extra paprika in the pizza sauce so that she did not deviate from her original plan of annoying her husband.
Arnav had gone to the office only to wonder all day about those trembling lips, the closed eyes as he had kissed her goodbye in the morning. The hug that had almost happened, the will he had exerted to pull himself away from her instead of taking her back to the bedroom had been draining. He wished he could have really gone and done what he had a hard time resisting anyway.
Wondering what his ingenious wife would come up with as a counter attack, he realised he would need to have a plan of his own. He looked at the hideous shirt she had got him and he smirked as an idea popped into his head. He left office to get the things that he knew would make his wife abandon the plan of one calling him "Swami" and two being the soppy dutiful wife.
He went and got the stuff he knew would be too much for the currently acting the dutiful wife of his to do and loaded with his packages, he went home with happy thoughts of turning the tables on his wife's plans.
He greeted Di with more exuberance than he normally would and got a cryptic, "Oho! aaj toh bade achche mood mein lag rahe ho, what's cooking?"
Feeling guilty at almost having been caught, Arnav turned stoic and said, "Jo meri biwi pakka rahi hogi woh. Achcha woh hai kahan?"
"Kitchen mein hai, jaiye, jaiye, help her in the kitchen." and with a wink sauntered away.
Arnav entered the kitchen to see his wife in a dark green salwar kameez, looking as if she was the stem to his rose in the red shirt that he was wearing. He went up to her and on finding him she came and said, "Swami, aap aa gaye. mein interzaar kar rahi thi." Khushi smiled at him and was perturbed a little when he beamed back.
About to go further into kitchen, Khushi placed both her hands on his chest and said, "nahi you can't see what I have cooked, its a surprise."
"Mujhe surprises pasand nahi' "Arnav blurted in his characteristic manner, before he realised he was to play another role. So, he added, "But tum kar rahi ho, toh achcha hi hoga. I will wait for it, but abhi come with me, I have a surprise for you too, Honey." Arnav did not know where that endearment came from.
He realised where his wife was concerned, there was little resistance in him. But he would have to do better. He took her hand in his and took her to the bedroom, where he had gotten Hariprakash to keep the packages. But entering the bedroom, first the chimes and then the transformation that he saw in the room struck him. Swallowing the curse that readily came to him whenever that chime hit him, he looked around aghast. His wife it seems had gone too far now. A romantic set up for two, with candles and all. She was really taking this dutiful wife scenario further than he had anticipated. About to call the whole thing off and storm out of the room, he crinkled his eyes in mischief that popped in his head. Now, how far was she willing to take this drama of hers was something that he would love to put to test. Giving a half smile to himself, he turned and looked at Khushi who stood there smug and triumphant.
"Tumne ye sab mere liye kiya? Toh what I got for you will be simply perfect." Arnav then proceeded to open the packages that HP had kept on the bed. He made a display of opening the first box which was a short white dress that would come up to the knee, had a boat neck and full sleeves, but no back. It cut in a V almost to the end of the spine and he was now ready to push the first button that would deflate the balloon of mrs dutiful wife. "Tumne itna achcha dinner tayyar kiya hai, itni achchi decoration ki hai, so now time for a date with your husband in a new avataar don't you think Khushi?" Arnav deliberately opened the dress holding the front side towards her and the back against him so Khushi would not realise the dress was practically backless. Before she could resist, he just pulled her arm and took her to the bathroom, hung the dress and said, "Tum change kar lo, I will have HP bring the dinner."
She closed the door but was reluctant to change. She did a "KyaAA" when she saw the dress had no back. She opened the door a crack and called out, "Swami mein ye kaise pehen sakti hoon, ye' isme toh' "
"Why Honey, you asked me to pick one of the new shirts you got me and so as a thank you for making my wardrobe so vibrant, I thought I must get you a dress that would suit you.." saccharine words dribbled out of Arnav as he smiled his sweetest at his wife.
Khushi not convinced argued, "Par mein ye kaise pehen sakti hoon' " and Arnav sweetly replied, "Sirf mein hi toh hoon yahan par aur tum meri patni ho. Aur waise bhi, it still covers a whole lot of you isnt it? tumhare salwar kameez ki back bas ek do inch hi toh upar hogi, hai na? Even the first time we met the back of your dress was very low and you had covered it with your hair. So leave your hair open."
Khushi gaped, what was Arnav up to? Why, she should have known this man would be up to no good. Gritting her teeth she banged the door and changed into the dress. Leaving the long hair open to cover the back as much as she could. But suddenly an image popped into her head of him pushing the hair aside and brushing his lips smack in middle of her back. Khushi's eyes widened in horror and anticipation of such a moment. "Khushi, apna dhyan mat hataa, tujhe vaar karna hai Arnavji par, unko nahi jeetne dena samjhi tum." she advised her image in the mirror then squared her shoulders and walked out to the bedroom. It seemed strange that she was bare feet in this elegant dress.
She walked out pulling at the hem of the dress which was a simple shift dress with ruched fabric that gave illusion of it flowing over her curves. Arnav walked up to her with footwear in his hands, knelt down before her and said, "Let me put the shoes on you, Princess." He then lifted her leg put the sandal on her foot holding an ankle. He could not help tracing the anklet that circled it in memory of how he had put it on her on that Diwali night. He looked up and found her staring down at him with glazed eyes. Arnav could see the memory reflected in her eyes like a film when he had almost kissed her. He looked away to hide his expression and absently caressed her calf.
It was her slight moan that brought him out of his reverie and he put the other footwear for her.
He then got up at brushing distance and said, "Shall we dance?"
"Par' music?" Khushi was again transported to rehearsal during the sangeet, the sangeet itself as Arnav walked up to the stereo in the corner and put on song by Ronan Keating, "When you say nothing at all" and gathered Khushi in his arms. She tried to speak and he placed a hand on her lips and mouthed the words, "you say it best when you say nothing at all'."
Swaying to the music in tandem he ran his hands on her arms, and circled her waist, pulling her close. Khushi jerked towards him when she felt his fingers brush the base of her spine where the V ended. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled, full of sensual meaning and desire in his eyes that melted her bones. Feeling like she would end up in a puddle at his feet, she tried to move back only to have him pull her against him completely, touching from chest to thigh, his knee between her legs supported her.
Arnav let his hand drift upwards, over her back, her hair a veil covering his intentions. His hand reached the nape in a lazy caress that left a blazing trail in its wake. He tilted her back as he held her nape in one hand, the other arm around her waist and did a pose that they had done before, a dance known yet new feelings, new emotions assailing them. He felt familiar yet something new grow between them. He knew her, yet there was so much more that he wanted to explore. He held her close and suddenly without a thought he kissed her, throat that was exposed to his lips kissing the column that had delicate curvature like a vase.
Khushi's arms went around his neck holding on to him as he ravaged her senses. She felt limbless as he ran havoc with his tongue. Khushi closed her eyes as she felt a warm molten lava flow through her being and burn in its wake all the resistance she had built up after the way he had married her. She forgot all the things he had told her, accused her of. Her lips parted ready for a kiss that every part of her being longed for. Arnav's lips travelled to her chin, the corner of her lips and she sighed in anticipation.
Arnav felt her breath escape her lips against his as he touched the corner of her mouth. He felt his lips burn as they touched the velvety softness. About to cover her lips completely in a blissful kiss, they heard a knock on the door and HP announcing, "Khushi Didi, aapka Khana!"
Breaking apart, Arnav and Khushi stared at each other for a moment before Khushi went to open the door.
I know I can't resist - Texas
I believe that you told me
A promise laced with lies
Such a tease as you hold me
There's hunger in your eyes
That's the way that I remember you
When the sun was high and the nights were cool
It seems that lately, I just dream of days
In the silver skies that I can't erase
I know I can't resist
I never wanna fall asleep
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I am scared of what I missed
But don't you know this tastes so sweet?
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
That's the way I remember
The summer sun was high
To the cold of November
I'm still in silver skies
That's the way that I remember you
When the sun was high and the nights were cool
It seems that lately, I just dream of days
In the silver skies that I can't erase
I know I can't resist
I never wanna fall asleep
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I am scared of what I missed
But don't you know this tastes so sweet?
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I'm falling for your sentimental charms again
I'm finding it so hard to break it
But every time the pleasure turns into pain
I'm more inclined to stand and take it
This is the way I remember you
The sun was high and the night was oh so cool
It's how I remember you
I know I can't resist
I never wanna fall asleep
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I am scared of what I missed
But don't you know this tastes so sweet?
I only wanna dive in deep
And I've tried and I've tried
I've tried to walk away
I know I can't resist
I know I can't resist
I know I can't resist
And this was getting too long so the party for two does continue... in a sequel to this... let me know if you all want more... else Hello Hi Bye Bye đ!!
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