Arhi FF: Aahista Aahista *NOTE* pg.129 - Page 36

Originally posted by: peepli

Stalking ...😆

Tomorrow! I PROMISE! I'm so tired and ready for bed and I'm just catching up on all my PMs and reading! I will for sure update tomorrow! Sorry, but I'm flattered you're stalking me;)! -Ann :)

loved it pls continue ... Pls PM me for the next update..

Originally posted by: MariahMohan

Tomorrow! I PROMISE! I'm so tired and ready for bed and I'm just catching up on all my PMs and reading! I will for sure update tomorrow! Sorry, but I'm flattered you're stalking me;)! -Ann :)

Awww..you are so sweet..okie..will wait for tomorrow 😉

WOWWW...what a meeting!!

Originally posted by: the_breeze

OH MY DEAR SWEET LORD!!! 😲 I GET A DEDICATION!!! THAT TOO FOR AAHISTA AAHISTA??? I'm extremely flattered dear... 😳 🥳 Very glad you liked my comments gal, all I do is just blurt out whatever comes to mind as I read your amazing writings... Also I'm sooo sorry for the late replies and comments, my job is keeping me way too busy, have got many many PMs pending and I gotta get back to all those people as well... So anywho lemme read this one as it's extra special!!! ⭐️

Ah, the title raises the bar of expectations higher than before.. ROFL, Alaska??? getting married to penguins??? Suffocationg under his rolls??? LMFAO 🤣

Great description of Zayn & Ami's wedding ceremony, made me wish I was there, always wanted to be a part of such fairytale-ish things... I have a question, is Shah gay??? Sure seems like it, the problem is I can't remember anything mentioned about him in the earlier chapters regarding this particular matter... hence I'm asking you..

OHO!! The Gupta's are damn rich man, French mansion, fountains, acres of greenery... Great description of the interiors dear, I always say, I want pics of the wonderful things you describe because my imagination simply can't do justice to the beautiful scenes you so vividly describe! 👍🏼

Ok, madame has officially named the ASR "HUMPTY-DUMPTY" LOL... the whole para about Khushi mistaking him for a burglar and planning to murder him, so that ASR thought her to be a psychopath was rib-tickling... Especially when she says the burglar is a "gift" from Devi-Maiyya! 😆

I bow to thee again oh Awesome Author... the part about their gazes locking and then thinking about each other in terms of Art & Goddess versions was sheer brilliance, loved it to bits, speechless... 👏

All in all, I feel on Cloud 9 as a VERY amazingly fantabulous chapter has been dedicated to lil old me!! I can't thank you enough for considering my comments worthy of such a response! Simply overwhelmed and happy! thnx a ton for the PM dear and do please continue soon ❤️ 😎

lotsa love 🤗

^^This.
That is exactly why you got a dedication! 🤗

You know, I've considered putting up pictures with my descriptions sometimes, but then I feel as if I'm ruining what someone else may have imagined. Then again, they could just ignore what I have as my inspirations. If you're lucky, I may post some pictures! But it's so difficult to google what you have in your brain.

Teehee, Humpty Dumpty IS a gift from Devi Maiya, no? I mean who gets blessed with ASR looking Humpty Dumptys everyday? Not me, for sure -__- 😆

Again, thank you so so much for leaving me amazing comments! I LOVE reading them! -Ann:)

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Chapter 5: Early Morning Eye Sex

Holy mother of Devi Maiya. When did Humpty Dumpty become Hotty Dumpty? Khushi trailed her eyes over the half-naked sex god she was supposed to marry and looked back right into his eyes. "I do." She muttered, lost beyond the point of rescue.

Arnav looked at the very hot, very confused woman in front of him. "What?" He asked.

Khushi's eyes widened, awareness of her slip up seeping into her clouded brain. "I- uh... I mean I do! I do know who you are!" She rescued herself. "It rings a bell."

Arnav titled his head in amusement. "Oh, really? Is that why you were stalking me around your kitchen with a boning knife?"

Khushi's eyes darted to the knife that now lay on the floor. Damn it! Was she that obvious? Of course she was' She was radiating waves bloody murder a minute ago. Now the only thing radiating off her body in copious amounts was awkwardness. "Well..." Khushi tried to redeem herself.

Of course that didn't happen. Because the devilish grin was back in its place on that work of art that was Arnav Singh Raizada's face. Why was she feeling so out of control? Khushi peeled her eyes of his face and focused on the cabinet right behind his head.

"Well, anyone would want to murder a stranger sashaying through their kitchen, at two in the morning with no lights on!" Khushi argued!

"Of course! Because calling the police and calling for help is so overrated. I understand." He scoffed again. Was he making fun of her? UGH!

"I thought you were a burglar!" Khushi stated.

"Ah I see. I didn't know burglars in New York came to a mansion like this and went straight for the kitchen in their pajama pants." The smirk was back in full attack.

Khushi huffed. There really was no other way to put it. Every word this man said made her subtract a point off her IQ for being so stupid.

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The goddess before him huffed, her chest raising in effort and then suddenly dropping. It wasn't a huff of defeat, but more of a fed-up one. There was something not right about the way she talked, almost as if the words left her mouth even before her brain had formed the full sentence.

Yet all of it was so damn attractive. Arnav had to try hard, very hard, to keep his eyes on her face. The red sari was doing nothing to help his situation and on top of that, the material had to be thin chiffon. Helpless yet again, he focused on focusing on her face.

Like that would help. Everything on her face, from the pair of eyes down to her chin was a distraction. Perfectly arched and pouted lips stretched onto round yet shapely cheeks. It was cute, but made her more of a natural beauty at the same time. He wanted to cup those cheeks in his palms and his thoughts ran wild as images of other things he could cup in his palms flooded his mind.

Breathing slowly, Arnav focused on her eyes, looking away from them every 5 seconds or so, so that he wouldn't be lost in their depths.

Then it hit him.

"Khushi," he started slowly stepping forward, towards her. She took a step back by instinct and then other one back when he advanced on her. "Are you drunk?" His left eyebrow shot up in amusement yet again as it dawned on him.

No girl walked in at two in the morning ready to kill strangers unless she was A) straight up a fearless bas***d, B) outright mental, or C) drunk. Although, Arnav didn't have his doubts about Khushi and option B, the right choice at the time seemed C.

Khushi dropped her eyes from Arnav and become very interested in the floor. "Psh, no. I uh... Me? Drunk? PFTT!"

"You're drunk." Arnav declared, leaving no room more debate.

"I prefer the term tipsy, if you insist on labeling my physical state." Khushi answered.

"Let me take you to your room, Khushi." The minute the words left his mouth, Arnav regretted it, the double meaning of his statement hitting him. "No, I mean, I didn't-"

Khushi's eyes widened as she heard what Arnav said and she took a fast step back, crashing into the counter behind her. Arnav automatically shot out an arm across her waist to steady her, and pulled her to lean into him to steady her.

"Uh-"

"What are you doing?!" Khushi whispered frantically as her hands clutched his arm in an attempt to remove them from her waist. She was all too aware of his bare chest pressing up against her upper body and she couldn't handle it. She only had half her senses with her, and she wasn't ready to lose any more of it.

Devi Maiya must have really hated her today because she shoved off his chest a bit too hard, stumbled in all her klutzy glory, grabbed Arnav's shoulder to prevent herself from falling backwards, and both their bodies collided yet again against the kitchen counter. Khushi's head was swimming. Behind her, the cold marble of the counter was pressing against her back, and in front of her, or rather on top of her, the warm body of Arnav was pressing onto her. She gulped as she met his eyes, the emotions in them making her restless.

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This was torture. Arnav was scraping his brain for the willpower to step back from his current position, but he didn't want to give it up so quickly. So he allowed himself a few extra moments of guilty pleasure.

"I didn't mean it like that'" He said to Khushi, whose doe eyes were piercing into his own.

"Like what?" She whispered, driving him nuts.

Arnav took in a deep, shuddering breath and Khushi too shuddered in response. "Like... like what you think. I asked you that so I could help you to your room so you won't hurt yourself. I think you should sleep. That's all. No double meaning."

Khushi couldn't quite escape this trance. "Oh, so you weren't trying to get lucky..." Khushi confirmed. Not a second after those words had left her mouth, her hand left Arnav's shoulder to clamp down on her mouth.

Arnav pressed his lips together in an attempt to not laugh out loud. "No, I wasn't." He reconfirmed and slowly stepped back from her.

Khushi straightened up and adjusted her sari. "I can get to my room. Don't worry." I can get you to my room as well, a voice in her head mocked and she shook her head slightly. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so affected by the presence of a male. Managing a small smile in Arnav's general direction, she turned around and took two steps before stopping in her tracks.

"Arnav?" She asked turning. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

Arnav raised his eyebrows as if he, himself, had forgotten. Then he suddenly looked up. "Um, water...?"

"Did you get some?" Khushi asked again.

"Uh... yea. Yes, I did."

"Oh... Okay. Goodnight." Khushi turned around but Arnav stopped her.

"Khushi?"

"Yes?" She turned again.

"Do you mind showing me to my room? I don't exactly know where it is..." There was a slight smile and Khushi got a feeling that he had gotten lost on his way down.

She gave a small smile. "Of course. Which room was it?"

"Uh... it was big... Had a small sitting type area before it led to the actual room."

"Oh. You're in the master guestroom. Follow me." Khushi turned and walked out the kitchen.

Arnav followed her, suddenly forgetting his hollow stomach.

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He's staring at your butt. Why else would it feel so self-conscious right now? Or maybe he is staring at your waist. Hips?

Yup. It's because I'm on tonight and my hips don't lie. Or maybe because I'm tipsy and my hips are a little too provocative in this freaking sari. Damnit.

My butt is feeling violated. Should I turn around and walk backwards? No, I've already proved to him that I have the IQ of a sloth.

Khushi tried to control her thoughts as she led Arnav to his room. He was behind her, not too close, not too far, but at the right distance for Khushi to feel his eyes on her butt.

She came to an abrupt stop at a door and turned quickly, catching Arnav's eyes move up to look her in the face. HA! He was looking at your butt! Caught you, sucker! Khushi's brain announced.

"Uh, here's your room." She said, feeling slightly uncomfortable, and held on of the French double doors open.

Arnav looked past Khushi into the room, scrunched his eyebrows, and looked back at her.

"This isn't it..." He said motioning to the room.

Khushi frowned. "What do you mean this-" Khushi stopped herself as she turned and looked into the room she had brought Arnav to. It was her room. Smooth Khushi, her brain taunted.

"Crap! It's that one. I'm sorry!" Khushi pointed to the door down the hall on the opposite wall, then proceeded to jump into her room and slam the door. She leaned against the closed door and squeezed her eyes shut. So much for first impression. Groaning, she marched into her dressing room to rip her sari off.

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Arnav stared at the door that had slammed shut in his face. He could hear groaning from the other side of the room, the sound muddling his brain. Clearing his head he walked off to the room Khushi had pointed to.

Closing the door softly behind him, Arnav walked its length, sleep suddenly gone. Khushi' she was something. The ends of his lips curled up as he recounted the events of the night. When did a woman in a sari become so appealing to him? He couldn't help but trail his eyes over her hips and waist when she had led him to the room. The sari had rippled with every step she took, making it look as if her hips were dancing. Then, she had jumped into her room and slammed the door in his face. What was wrong with her?

Slowly shaking his head, Arnav continued pacing the up and down the room, an endless list of thoughts keeping him awake.

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Khushi changed into the most comfortable pajamas she owned and climbed into the center of her bed.

Arnav Singh Raizada. He wasn't fat, nuh-uh. There were no rolls, no cellulite, no hanging skin. In fact he looked as if he was carved from marble. Thoughts of his half naked body invaded her thoughts and she sighed. There was no receding hairline, nor was it greasy. He had a head full of hair and she wanted to run her hands through them, smooth them out of his eyes. Oh his eyes! Khushi shook her head. Shutting her eyes, she recounted the events in the kitchen. How he had caught her, that devilish smirk, the scars of stitches from some childhood incident under his eyebrow, the mouth which opened only to make her feel more idiotic by the second, and of course the thirty seconds of heaven in which she was sandwiched between him and the counter. Khushi slowly smiled as she thought of other ways that kitchen counter could be put to use by the two them.

Khushi snapped her eyes open, ashamed of herself. That's your parents' kitchen, Khushi! What was she doing?! A ten minute encounter with a half-naked possible husband and she was watching mental po*n? What would Devi Maiya think of her? Suddenly a thought she hadn't bothered to acknowledge earlier in the kitchen intruded her mind.

A murderous glint shined in her eye. Her fists clenched, and she slowly turned to look at the photograph that hung on the wall, above her desk.

What a nice picture it was. A candid shot, taken at central park, but now the smiles were mocking. They had lied to her. Ungrateful bas***ds, the bloody lot of them. A malevolent smile stretched on Khushi's cheeks as she settled into her bed, her eyes never leaving the photograph. Mads, NK, and Shah were dead meat. No, correction, they were mercilessly slaughtered meat.

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Twenty miles away, a very drunk Mads, a very sober NK, and a somewhat tipsy/emotional Shah exited the hotel of the engagement party, highly unaware that their lifespan was limited and a half drunk-half demonic woman, perched upon a fluffy white comforter, was panning their murder, scene by scene. They were in shit. Deep, filthy, sinkhole shit.

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Awesome update yaar !! Loved Arnav's and Khushi's first encounter !! They r already attracted to each oother !! Lukin forward !! Feel bad for Khushi's friends lolzzz !!

loved the update, thanks for PM

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