Hate That I Love You #3 Lnk to Thd. 4 on Pg.1 - Page 43

Recap:NK gifts Khushi a cute teddy bear, which she names as Princess Sugarbear. Arnav is jealous of the comfortable camaraderie between Khushi and NK.

Khushi, with the help of Anjali, dresses up, enticing Arnav like anything. But before Arnav could do anything about it, NK compliments Khushi that she's looking beautiful, riling Arnav even further!!

Ab, aage. . . . 😛

Part 20:

Arnav needed a cold shower now for two reasons. After looking at Khushi dressed that way, it was obviously the prime necessity. Secondly, he needed to do anything so that he kept his mind occupied so that he didn't kill NK.

As he wiped himself dry, and wrapped a towel around his waist, he looked at his painfully throbbing arousal, and groaned out loud. He came out of the bathroom, and saw Khushi placing a glass of juice on his table. She was still in the same attire, and he stiffened again, as he saw the object of his desire, stand perfectly still, her face alight with a small shy smile at catching him in his near-nakedness.

Khushi was about to open the door to his room, when she remembered him telling her to knock before entering. Her eyes teared up a little, when she remembered his rude behavior. She knocked, and when she didn't get an answer, she quietly opened the door, and entered it. She was about to leave after placing the juice on his table, when she heard the bathroom door open, and there he stood, a white towel tied low on his hips, forming a contrast against his bronzed skin. She wondered if this was the way it would look when she laid her hands on him. Her petite hand against his heated skin, made her blush and look away, smiling shyly at her own thoughts.

He had started to approach her now, his gait intimidating, as she cowered backwards to the now closed door. Her breathing had turned uneven at the first step of his towards her. And now, as she stood pressed against the door, she held her hands together at her chest. Almost as if she had to stop her hands from touching him. He walked around the table and stood in front of her, making her faint with just the anticipation of his next move. Soon enough she felt his hands snake around her waist, along the slim kamarbund. His lips started feasting on her neck, as he murmured against her skin, "I didn't know you had this on you. . ."

Khushi, who had held his shoulders to steady herself as she felt her knees give in, stuttered, "I got it this evening. . . ." She immediately remembered why she hadn't shown him as soon as she wore it. They had fought. His lips were dangerously low on her chest now, edging towards the neckline of her blouse, and she felt his hand remove the pin which held the pallu to the blouse. "We should talk. . . ." Khushi whispered. "Later." He growled, as he pulled the pallu off, and unhooked the first hook of her blouse, and used both his hands to hold hers beside her head, against the door, not allowing to touch him. She gasped his name, when she felt him nip at the valley between her bosoms, and squirmed under him. Arnav's hands twitched to make their own exploration, and he freed her hands, and fingered the waist chain on her, before he pulled her close by tugging at the chain.

And when she gasped as she felt his hardness against her, he pulled back to look into her eyes, as he said, "You see why I can't talk right now?" Arnav asked, taking in the sinful image that Khushi created. With her pallu off her, and the first hook of her blouse undone, her hair ruffled by his own ministrations, and her delectable lips parted, as she breathed in and out, causing her chest to heave enticingly. Her eyes were fixed on Arnav's lips, and they showed such longing that Arnav couldn't make her wait for his lips anymore, as he closed in on her, pressing his lips to hers, and let her take control of the kiss. But was soon rendered breathless as the strokes made by Khushi's tongue got bolder and bolder. She ran her tongue on the seams of his lower lip before she nibbled and started sucking it, driving Arnav crazy.

No sooner did this happen, Khushi felt herself being slammed to the door, and his mouth at her neck. She tilted her head to give more access to him, smiling at the sensations he was arousing in the pit of her stomach, as his hand continuously massaged her stomach, running along her new waist chain, making her purr in contentment. Arnav smirked as he continued kissing her below her ear, and her neck where he bit her, making sure she got a hickey.

Khushi gasped as she was immediately brought out of her intoxicated state. She pushed Arnav, gathered her pallu in her hand and walked to the mirror to see what damage had been done. She groaned, as her shoulders slumped, looking at the now darkening love bite he had given her. She glared at him through the mirror, as he lazily walked to stand behind her, and pulled her to him, his arms around her waist, and his chin on her shoulder. Khushi looked at his face, and felt all her irritation ebb away, as she lowered her gaze. Arnav, who was busy admiring the curve of her waist, as his hands traced on it, and looked his hand move on her through the waist, looked up to find Khushi's defeated stance.

The palm of his other hand, which laid on her belly, increased its pressure on the spot to grab her attention. She looked up into the questioning eyes of Arnav and she murmured, "You were exceptionally rude to me this noon." It wasn't a question. It wasn't an accusation. It was a simple statement which held nothing but the truth. Arnav sighed, as he made her turn around and face him. "I told you to stay away from NK." Arnav said, and even this wasn't any accusation. Neither was it a request.

Khushi laid both her palms, flat on his hard chest, and gave him a rueful look, as she asked, "What's my fault, Arnav?? Had I asked NK to gift me anything?! Let alone Princess Sugarbear??"
Arnav raised his eyebrows, as he asked in a wry voice, "sugarbear??!! Really?!"
"What's wrong with that??" Khushi asked, frowning.

"Why does it have to be anything related to sugar?!" Arnav muttered, showing his disgust when he said the word, "sugar", making Khushi almost laugh out loud. She knew that even though Arnav was diabetic, he had never bothered about sugar ever before! Instead of laughing and riling him up further, she she made an innocent face as she asked, "Aww. . . . Are we sensitive to sugar, now??"

"Yes! Call it. . . . I don't know. . . . Give your own name! I wouldn't mind a Khushi pooh!" Arnav growled, wondering why on earth was he having a discussion about the name of a teddy bear, that too, which was not gifted by him. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Arnav!" Khushi sarcastically answered, making him pull her even closer to him, "Not at all. You are my favorite toy." Khushi, who had forgotten about the crux of the discussion that they were having, blinked a few times and tried to remember it, and as soon as she got it, hit his chest, as she said, "You call me Sweetbottom, for God's sake! Don't tell me you're allergic to words related to sugar, mister!" She pushed at his chest, and pointed a finger at him, as she muttered angrily, "And I am nobody's TOY!!" Before she stomped out of the room, leaving a very confused Arnav behind. Was his simple assertion the reason behind so much of her ire?!

Khushi closed the door to her room, leaving it unlocked, and started to change in vengeance. I'm his toy?! God, is that what I am to him?! Is that it then?! He's playing with me?? All these questions made her feel exhausted for a second, and she slumped to the edge of her bed, and felt sadness crash over her. One corner of her mind would not believe the fact that he might be playing with her feelings. That he did not fully know how she felt about him, and that he would never do so. And whatever he said down in his room was just Arnav Singh Raizada's possessiveness speaking. But the other corner of her mind started to think of all the string of affairs he had had according to the media. Was she just another fling for him? Not knowing answers to any of these questions, she changed into her night clothes in an autopilot mode, and curled up in the middle of the bed long with Sugarbear. With her mind being weighed down with these thoughts, she fell asleep.

Arnav went downstairs, and ran into his sister, just as she was coming up to call him and Khushi for dinner. And when she said it to him, he frowned, and questioned, "Didn't she eat yet?"
Anjali frowned too, surprised that her brother didn't know about Khushi. "Wasn't she with you?" She asked, only to get an answer from him that she left his room some twenty minutes ago. "She must have slept, then. She did not come down after she went to change." Anjali said as she thought what could have happened.

Anjali, who had decided that she shouldn't interfere between the new couple, couldn't help but get worried for Khushi now. She hadn't eaten anything after the breakfast she had had, and had remained sullen since that noon. "Dekho, Chotey. I know that I should not be telling you all this. But this is getting way over the line. When you said that you wanted Khushi to be staying with us, I never said a word against it, because I knew you wanted her with you. And I also know that you take very good care of the people whom you love. She loves our family like her own, but it is you who matters the most for her. I just hope you understand that. Have your dinner." Anjali said, her voice stern. Yes Arnav was her brother. But that did not give him any right to play with Khushi. And saying that, she ambled away, her face clearly showing the disappointment she had felt in him.

Arnav stood there, staring blankly, as he replayed the words of his sister. 'And I also know that you take very good care of the people whom you love.' she had told.

Love??

He didn't know.

Yet.
He didn't understand it.

Responsibility, he understood.

He sighed and filled a plate with food, enough for two, and made his way to Khushi's room. He knocked, and when he didn't get any kind of response, he opened the door and slowly entered the dark room. As his eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight entering the room through the wide open windows, he saw the curled form of Khushi, right in the middle of the bed. He sat next to her, and looked at her angelic face. There was a tear that had come out of her eyes and lay on the bridge of her nose. He wiped it using his finger, and the small frown on her face became prominent. "Khushi??" he called and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, still disoriented from sleep and sat up. Remembering why she was feeling as if she was down in the dumps, brought one more wave of sadness crashing through her.

She looked down, and fiddled with her hands, when she felt his finger at her chin, which lifted her face up. He started feeding them both, and Khushi tried very hard to keep her tears in check, as she ate out of his hands. She didn't know what to make out of this gesture of his. Did he care for her? Did he like her? She was so confused. She looked into his eyes once more, before accepting another morsel from him. All she could see in those now warm eyes was concern. She looked away, as her lips pulled down a little, and she blinked her eyes, trying to stop the tears. Soon the plate was empty, and Arnav handed her a glass of water, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He came back to see Khushi hurriedly dab her eyes. He came to her and made her lie down, and tucked the duvet around her. He lifted the teddy that was in between them, and kept it to her other side, and lied next to her, making her rest her head on his shoulder, and hugging her close.

"Khushi??" was the only thing he said, and found her sobbing. He silently rubbed her back and waited for her tears to stop. Khushi let her fears and the plethora of so many confusing emotions to take the front seat as she sobbed uncontrollably, feeling herself drown in the warmth of Arnav. And Arnav, after a while, felt Khushi's sobs reduce, and her breathing getting more even. He realized she had fallen asleep. Putting her head gently on the pillow, he kissed her nose once before he smiled down at her. His eyes landed on the teddy that lay next to her. He silently took it in his hands and gave it a loathing look, before he sighed and put it next to her. Without jostling her too much, he got up and out of the bed, and left the room silently.

This was all too much, he thought as he laid back on his bed. This was all very new for her and he knew it. This was new to him too, because he had never felt such a tirade of emotions in his life. He knew he had to take this slowly, but with her it was difficult. For him, who boasted about his control, it was difficult when it came to her. It was too hard. And the way she offered herself completely to him didn't ease the problem at all. He just had to look at her, and she would understand and step into his whims. He replayed the words of his sister in his mind. It had been like a warning for him, as if to tell him that he couldn't hurt Khushi in anyway. 'Its not like I want to hurt her!!' He thought and scowled at the ceiling, wondering why his Di felt that he would do such thing. The thought itself felt scandalous!

'Didn't you hurt her already? She practically bawled her eyes out a few minutes ago!' A voice in his head rose, making him feel even more guilty. Arnav groaned, as he murmured, "I hate you, Khushi Kumari Gupta!", and waited for sleep to come over, which he knew would be difficult today. Khushi woke with a start, feeling a light ache in her head. It was early morning, around five-ish. She remembered what had happened last night. Arnav had fed her, and she had cried all over him, and finally fell asleep. Arnav must be feeling rotten, seeing her cry like that. Given that he had behaved VERY rudely. But she had over reacted too. What was the need to bawl her eyes out? And that too, in front of him?!

She left her room, moving tentatively towards his room. She opened the door and moved towards his bed, making as less sound as possible. Arnav was sprawled in the middle of the bed, pillows and sheets strewn around. An affectionate smile came across Khushi's face, as she stared at Arnav's face, marred with a frown, even in the present state of unconsciousness.

She sat next to him, running her fingers across his forehead, easing the frown. He stirred in his sleep, opening his eyes to look blearily at Khushi, and Khushi murmured, "Its just me. Sleep." He smiled sleepily and laid his head on her lap, pressing his forehead against her belly, skimming his nose across her baggy tee. Khushi ran her fingers through his hair, smiling down at Arnav's sleeping face. 'Aww. . . . My baby!!' Khushi thought, shaking her head, and sighed in contentment. After a while, when she felt his breathing slow down, indicating that he was sleeping peacefully, she put his head on a pillow, making him sleep comfortably, spread the duvet across him, kissed his nose before she silently exited.

Khushi came out of her bathroom, decked in a pink, fluffy bathrobe, to pulled into a strong wall by a pair of strong arms. She smiled as she realized it was Arnav and hid her face in the crook of his neck, and found it slick with sweat. He must have returned from his jog, Khushi thought. Trying to pull back, she started to squirm, when she felt him take a deep breath, his nose skimming the skin just below her ear.

"What do you use for bathing? I mean, what showering gel or soap?" he asked and Khushi pouted in response.

Arnav misread her pout to be one from the remaining anger of their previous fight. Picking her up, he made his way to the bed, and sat down, making her sit astride on him, and mumbled an apology.

Khushi honestly didn't know what to expect from this encounter. But she was expecting anything but that question. Soap?! But in all honesty, she didn't need to give him another reason for him to laugh at her. And her soap would probably make him roll over with mirth. She pouted, chewing on these thoughts when he picked her up, and she automatically wound her legs around his waist. He sat on her bed, and she sat astride on him. None of this would be termed unbelievable by Khushi, except the part where she thought she heard an excuse of an apology from him. She pulled back a little, staring at him in utter confusion. She would have pushed that thought off her mind had she not observed Arnav's lowered gaze and a hint of a blush on the bronzed, taut skin of his cheekbones.


What could he be possibly apologizing to her for? Khushi wondered. It had been decided by her that she had to apologize for over reacting. But Arnav had done that first.
Very poorly, yes.
But him trying do this was a great thing in itself!

Khushi pecked his lips once, to get his attention, and murmured an apology against his lips too. For over reacting. He smiled and captured her lips in a lips which seemed more re-conciliatory. Pushing him back on the bed, Khushi had just deepened the kiss, when her phone rang. Pulling back, Khushi huffed in anger, as she muttered, "Why does this happen to us?? ALWAYS!"

"You don't have to pick it up!" Arnav suggested, pulling her down towards him. Khushi squirmed, trying to pull away, murmuring it was her sister calling. Taking herself off of him, she received her sister's call.

And listened in horror, as her sister told her what had occurred in Lavanya's life whilst Khushi had been busy being thoroughly loved. . . . . . . . . . . .

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