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Khushi enters her room pushing her hair to the back while her bangles clink against each other. She halts in her steps when she sees Arnav buttoning the front sleeves of his maroon shirt. 'What?' He asks as he starts to button the other sleeve when he sees Khushi gaping at him.

'You do know that you have to be downstairs for rakhi right?' She takes a couple of steps towards him.

'Yeah. So?' He asks her innocently.

'So...' She emphasizes on the two-lettered word. 'Why aren't you ready?'

'I am ready.' He spreads his hands out smiling so that she can check him out. Khushi rolls her eyes and shaking her head, walks past him to their cupboard. She takes out the white kurta that she had put on the bed for him to wear. She holds it tightly in her hand and presents it to him with a big grin on her face. When Arnav looks at her confused, she looks at him with wide eyes and then down at the kurta. Understanding her gestures, Arnav lets out a breath, tilts his head and sternly says, 'No.' Khushi pouts exaggeratingly as she sticks out her bottom lip more than she needs to.

'Please.' Khushi tilts her head to the side making puppy-dog eyes and sticking out her bottom lip even more. Arnav removes a fringe of hair that had fallen close to her left eye and sticks it behind his ear. He trails his finger from her ear across to her cheek and using his thumb he swipes it across her bottom lip slowly. Khushi stops pouting and lowers her gaze to look at him while her breathing slowed down. Arnav felt her hot breath come down upon his thumb making him want her to come even closer. Khushi stares down at his lips as he continued to massage hers with his thumb. Khushi drops the white kurta and holds his face.

'Just wear it.' She whispers while shifting her gaze to his and his lips multiple times. Arnav wraps his arms around her slender waist and pulls her in tightly. Khushi shifts her hands from his face down towards his chest while continuing to stare at his lips. She clearly wasn't trying to hide her desire from Arnav today as she normally did. She raises herself higher so that her pelvis and breasts were making contact with his. She crumples her shirt underneath her slender fingers as she leans in towards his lips and then out.

'What will I get out of it?' He asks with a smirk amused by Khushi's antics.

'Whatever you want.' She answers him absent-mindedly as she focuses all her attention on the luscious lips that were swimming in front of her pupils.

'And will you abide by your word?' He leans in closer towards her smirking even broadly as he was clearly basking in the moment of creating such an effect on her. Khushi nodded her head frantically as she crumpled his shirt again and pulled at it so that some of it came out from his pants. 'What's the guarantee of that?'

'Just try me.' She grunted as she pulled at him again. Arnav clenched his teeth as her hips hit against his.

'Your wish is my command.' He removed any space between them by crashing his lips onto hers. Khushi moans as he slides his hands up and down her back, squeezing it tightly occasionally. She grabs hold of the back of his head and pulls onto it tightly towards her as if she wanted to devour him. Khushi gasps as she feels one of his hands squeeze her breasts. Arnav predicting this move, cheekily smiled and entered his tongue into her mouth and started to wrestle with the muscle that exists there. Khushi opened her eyes wide in astonishment and saw him flash his pearly white teeth at her. He ripped off his blazer as Khushi continued to kiss him frantically. She pulled at his hair and pushed him up against the closed cupboard door. She panted as she planted kisses trailing down from his lips to his neck. She clenched her teeth and smiled wickedly with mischief gleaming in her eyes as she pulled on his black tie. Arnav raised one eyebrow in amusement as he never got to see the kinky side of her before. 'Where have you been hiding?'

Khushi jumps at him and wraps her legs around his waist. Biting down on his ear she says, 'Not hiding. Sleeping.' She smiles widely as Arnav groans underneath her. He puts his arms tightly around her back as he passionately kisses her. Arnav starts to walk towards the bed with Khushi wrapped around him as she starts to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Tired of opening them up one by one, she pushes him down onto the bed and rips open his shirt. She starts to plant kisses all over his muscular chest as he moaned underneath her. She pauses in her frenzy of kissing and looks down upon him. With her left hand, she shifts all of her hair to the front of her shoulder and just stares. She in takes a small breath as she feels him slide his hand up her stomach. She then lets it out as she feels him place them upon her breasts. Again she inhales as he cups them and starts to rub his thumb over the green soft velvety cloth that belonged to her blouse. She exhales as she watches him stare down upon them as if he had just struck gold. She takes in a sharp breath as he pushes them up and squeezes them. She brings her head down so that their temples were touching each other. She could feel the perspiration trickling down and the heat resonating from him. She gasps and moans in pleasure as he starts to massage them deeply and slowly. A little saddened that she isn't able to make him be the one who's moaning, she starts to nip him against the chin. She then proceeds onto bite his lower lip as her fingers start to unfasten his belt. She pulls him up by his tie and makes him sit upright. She begins to tease him into thinking that she might kiss any moment as she unzips him. Arnav pulls her head back and starts to bite against her neck. He unfastens her necklace and swiftly removes her dupatta to bury himself in between her cleavage so that he can leave behind little bite marks. Arnav heaves himself up a little so that his hips touch against her stomach. Khushi ignores the churning in her stomach that comes from him doing so and uses this opportunity to remove his trousers. The only piece of clothing that remains from Arnav being completely naked is his blue and white striped boxers. Khushi looks down at the bulge that was clearly not trying to hide itself. In fact, she could swear that it grew larger the longer she looked at it. Arnav grabs her by the hair and pulls her back. As he mashes his lips against hers, his one hand goes to the back of her green blouse to unhook it when Khushi pushes him away. Khushi smiles wickedly while Arnav starts to fume with anger. She links her hands behind his neck and slowly speaks against his lips. 'If you want more, then wear it. Otherwise...' Khushi shrugs her shoulders and still smiling moves away from him.

Arnav takes in a heated breath and lets it out. 'Fine.' He pulls her back hard so that her hip crashes against his. 'But we will finish this off in my way and on my terms.' He kisses her once more wildly disheveling her hair before leaving her gasping on the bed as he goes on to change into the always forgotten white kurta.

Heat of the Moment Part 1

'Arnav!' Khushi pops her head inside the room calling out her best friend's name. 'Arnav!' She calls out again as she cheerfully skips inside the room. She looks around and sees him nowhere in sight when she hears the dim noise of running water. She shakes her head with her hands on her hips as she mentally scolds him for waking up so late. She plops herself down on the red beanbag chair and grabs the nearest novel. She was surprised to see that he was actually reading something from the list of Must-Reads-Of-All-Times that she had given him when he kept on complaining about being so bored. She flipped to a random page in the book and quickly engrossed herself.

Arnav comes out of the steaming bathroom, hair dripping wet and wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. Khushi's heart starts beating wildly as she starts to read about a couple who had just begun to start making wild and passionate love to each other. She clutched onto the book tightly and brought it closer to her face while she sank deeper into the beanbag. Arnav sprayed himself with a good amount of cologne and had just started to apply some gel in his hair when he heard a squishing sound. He peers into the mirror and sees Khushi sinking so deep into the beanbag that she's just about to touch the floor.

'What the-' He turns around in shock and sees Khushi practically wearing the novel for her face. He walks on over towards her and holds the book away from her face. Khushi gasps in shock and throws the book away. Arnav takes one step away from her while she struggles to get up. He throws the book onto the nearby desk and grabs hold of her hand to try to help her up. Khushi who was already so engrossed in the love making between the two fictional characters, took a jolt when her mind was brought back to reality. Her sweaty hands slipped across the silky cloth of the chair in her attempt to get up. She gripped his arm hard to get more support. Arnav rolls his eyes at his clumsy Khushi and easily lifts her up by the waist. He holds on to her tight till she's able to support herself. Khushi takes in a breath to ease the flow of blood that was rushing to her head. She places her forehead against his wet, husky, muscular chest while he strokes her hair so that she can calm down. Arnav glances at the novel and smiles as he can only guess what had gotten her so worked up. Khushi inhales deep breaths that were scented by his cologne. She opens her mouth as it starts to water in arousal. She gently lifts her eyelids and looks at his hard chest upon which his soft nipples rested; his six-packs that he had worked all summer for; the white bulge of the towel that was rising to cover up a good part of his lower body. She inhaled again with her mouth which made her pink soft lips brush against his chest. Arnav takes in a short sharp breath and looks down at her. Had the happenings of the novel gotten to her head? Perhaps she's just feeling this due to the heat of the moment and will go back to her normal self once she clears her head.

Khushi lifts her head up and gazes into his lowered eyes. Her hair stuck onto his chest due to the water droplets that were still present. She blinks as water falls down from his hair onto her cheeks acting as a tear drop. She slowly brings her gaze down onto his lips and lets her eyes linger there for a while. She inches closer towards him as if she were to kiss him. Arnav involuntarily squeezes her waist and pushes her up against him. He dips his head and softly asks her, 'You okay?' Khushi's eyes glaze over as she slowly nods. She gently puts her hand against his cheek. She could practically feel the warmth pour out of the tips of their pores and transfer into each other. Arnav tilts his head so that his lips touch against the palm of her hand. Khushi inches closer to him and then backs up a few times as she watches him sink deeper into the palm of her hand.

'Arnav! Khushi! Come downstairs! Breakfast is ready!' Arnav's mother yells from standing downstairs by the foot of the stairways. Khushi breaks apart from Arnav and looks at him wildly. Her big deer-like eyes stare back at him in shock then at the floor as she raked her hair with her hand. The coldness seeped and clutched onto Arnav's body the moment Khushi had pulled away. He so desperately wished at that moment that she would come back into his arms to take the chill away. He takes a step forward to reach out to her but frightened, Khushi runs away. Arnav puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.

'What am I going to do with this girl?' He says out loud as he frowns upon her silly antics. Then a smirk creeps up against his lips as he got the perfect idea on how to tease her about the little moment that passed between them right now.