Rules Of Attraction#2 Chapter29 Pg125 19/08 - Page 67

There came a moment in Arnav's life, that day, that beautiful evening when he saw Khushi walk out of a hall with a few women, adorned in carmine red chiffon, when he realized, completely, that he couldn't do without her in his life.

He admitted to himself, when he saw her laughing at something what Aakash had said, that he needed that laughter, for him to surpass his miseries.

He admitted to himself when he saw those tantalizing black waves of her hair lash out against the salty breeze, that he needed that shoulder, to bury his face in, cry his heart out, feel his tension ebb away when he inhaled the jasmine scent from her ebony strands.

He admitted to himself when he saw her looking at him, the slight quiver of those dewy peach lips that never failed to unnerve him, he couldn't live without their intoxicating taste. He couldn't live without hearing her sweet voice, her innocent words, and her childlike thoughts every day.

He admitted to himself when he saw her almost fragile hands, those dainty fingers clasp around Payal's hand, as she hugged her sister, and he knew he couldn't, wouldn't live without her touch, the comfort only those hands, those arms around him, could provide.

He wanted her, complete, and for himself. He knew it was selfish, but he also knew that without her, Arnav Singh Raizada would cease to exist.

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Khushi however, felt oddly light. She felt she could fly. Not out of elation, but due to the very fact that a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. An iron like shawl that she had to wear around herself whenever she was with Arnav, had been removed graciously.

He knew, and he still loved her. He was still there, looking at her with that piercing gaze then, but deep down Khushi had always known that he would, no matter what, always be there. Her own fear had held her back. Her own inhibitions had lost them precious time.

Khushi, despite all that, still feared their future together, that is, if they had one. She wanted him, but there was that voice in her head that mocked at her, telling her that when the inevitable end would come, where would it leave Arnav.

She felt selfish. Rather she knew it was selfish. But it didn't stop her from wanting her to surrender herself completely to him, letting him take the lead.

And that moment in Khushi's life, that day, that beautiful evening, it was decided, that from then, from the very second she had seen Arnav walk across the shore towards her, she would live. Live for him.

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"You look...gorgeous," The very familiar raspy voice swam through her ears, making her shiver slightly. "And you look...sexy," Khushi replied, brazenly running her eyes down his almost unbuttoned white shirt.

"And you seem to be in an extremely...ehh racy mood tonight," Arnav smirked, tugging at the thin strap of her intricately designed blouse plastered onto the curve of her back. She gasped, nudging him with her elbow, to which he replied with utmost sincerity, by encircling the lush expanse of her bare midriff with one arm, and resting his face on her shoulder promptly.

"I love you Khushi," his voice came in mild whispers of serious intones, all the mischief suddenly gone. Khushi turned around, unconsciously brushing her lips with his stubble and cupping his face, she looked into his eyes, with a gaze so powerful, so loving, that he pulled her into his arms, hugging her as close to him, as he could.

"I'm never letting you go," Arnav mumbled over her hair. After a few dangerously long seconds, Khushi pulled back from his arms, and placed a placed a breezy kiss on his jaw. "And I don't want, to go..."

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Arnav watched from a distance, comfortably leaning on one of the many the orchid adorned pillars that held the wedding tent, his eyes focused only on Khushi, not paying the tiniest bit of attention to his own brother getting married right in front of him.

He watched how she slightly tilted her face, her eyes glistening with overwhelming adoration, love and maybe what Arnav perceived to be a little bleakness. He then recalled that he had seen that anguished look many times before too, but had never been able to explain it.

He realized then, like the many other things he had realized that night, that she had many dreams, just like every other person standing inside the tent then.

Dreams, which came with the tag of a limited time period.

Dreams which she longed, with trembling yearning, to be fulfilled. But she knew, or rather believed with her idealistic thoughts, Arnav wondered with frustration, that they wouldn't ever come true.

He would prove her wrong. He decided then, as he swiftly made his way through the small gathering of people, before he halted right behind Khushi's lissome figure.

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"Marry me," Arnav whispered into her ear, not asking, stating what it seemed to Khushi, in an extremely rhetoric way. Her head turned to face him immediately, as her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, gaping at Arnav's amusingly serious face.

"First, go to the States, now marriage, what next...babies?" Khushi spoke trying to put to rest the unbridled joy, excitement that surged through her veins, when Arnav had spoken seconds ago. He tilted his head, smiling that lopsided smile of his, before speaking, a little too bemused at her unconscious demand.

"Babies, oh yes, that is next, definitely." Khushi turned away from him, trying to focus on the ongoing marriage ceremony of her sister's, and failing desperately, as she felt Arnav's icy fingertips trace their path over her crimson cheeks, resting on her chin finally, before pulling her towards himself, once again.

"I'm waiting," He watched, as the slight blush below those kohl-rimmed eyes, turned a shade brighter. Khushi didn't answer, but very silently, placed her lips on his, letting them linger there for a minute, before she pulled away.

But she was pulled back, like every other time, this time with a purposeful force, landing her quivering lips on his steady ones, and her slender arms around his neck.

People would have noticed this very immaculate show of affection, had the sudden crashing of turbulent raindrops not lashed out on the wedding tent. A mildly shocked Aakash, rushed an irritated Payal outside the tent and into the adjacent hotel, just as the array of people scattered around the shore, some trying to find shelter, some merely enjoying the sudden relief from the ever-rising intensity of the heat wave.

Arnav taking full advantage of a completely drenched Khushi, staring up at the inky blue sky with delight spilling out of her smile, lifted her up, encircling her legs around his waist, before walking off to a direction opposite to that of the hotel. When she resisted, Arnav noticed with pride, that her hesitation was a mere formality, he simply ran his lips over her jaw, tracing the way up to her right ear, before whispering, "Babies..."

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They were sprawled somewhere in-between the area, where the isolated stretch of the Agonda beach crashed into the soft sand, the damp, cool breeze washing over their entwined bodies.

Arnav let his fingers rove all over the flimsy red chiffon, drenched and plastered onto her lithe body, accentuating the lush rise and fall of her sensuous valleys. His hands traced their path from her face, resting on the slippery nape, edging her face closer, before he claimed her lips, gliding his tongue, pouring in his desire to make her as happy as he could, while she returned with matched fervor, telling him, she believed. He delved deeper, so gently though, that Khushi responded with an chaste bite on his lower lip, telling him, or rather commanding him, to finish what he had started at the very start of the beautiful evening, as she had long ago, surrendered herself, completely.

He complied with her innocent demand with unfailing justice. He attended to the arch of her neck, with feather light kisses, inhaling deeply the ambrosia like scent. His lips moved down to the base of her throat, and lower to the rousing valley of her breasts. He buried his head there, worshiping her, almost, before flicking his tongue over the million little raindrops that were spread over her creamy skin, drinking away every last drop of the fragrant water that smelt like sea lavender, then.

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About an hour later they had somehow, after stumbling and swaying on their way to Khushi's hut, landed on the pristine white sheets of the unused bed.

The rain lashed away on the windows, as Khushi's own jittery fingers slid into the imbrued white linen, her glossy lips, coursing over the coruscating bronze skin of his rippling shoulders. She felt dizzy, as wrecking tremors crashed through her body. She sensed her insides clenching up with unexplained pleasure as his fingers, slid lower, towards her aching core, before maneuvering their way about her writhing swells. She held onto him, with the last ounce of strength she had, as waves of pleasure crashed into her, first with a frugal pace and then, slowly bringing them both, to the very edge.

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Arnav watched, mesmerized, as few tendrils of her hair fell over her closed eyes. He didn't bother tucking them behind her ear, letting instead the cool breeze play with the loose strands. She looked so beautiful, he thought for the millionth time that night.

He watched, when another batch of restless winds sifted through her hair, she shifted slightly, curling up in a childlike manner against his chest, burying her head deeper onto the cooler side of the pillow.

He wanted to fall asleep looking at her, but somehow sleep had escaped his eyes altogether, as he skimmed her fragile wrists, her bare waist, with his lips, diving under the ruffled sheets with renewed energy.

As the unquenchable thirst of his lips sought their relish, his tongue made various patterns on her porcelain skin, nipping slightly, increasing the intensity of his ministrations when his hands came into play before he sensed her shivering, and he knew she was awake. He looked up at her smiling face for a second, before he buried himself into her splayed hair, resting his stubble over the slope of her neck.

He would have missed the faint whisper she had uttered seconds later, had he not felt her grip on his shoulders, tighten suddenly. "I'm scared Arnav." A few minutes, almost close to twenty passed, before his benumbed body on top of her steady one, lifted up, and his trembling hands cupped her face, looking at her with an unnerving vulnerability.

"I'm scared too."

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