- This is for LoveARR, she drove me crazy over the past two days. This chapter wouldnt have been out if it wasnt for her constant nagging :-p. Hope you all like it!
Chapter 15
Shashi with great difficulty had his wife close the topic on Khushi and Arnav. Honesty, he was expecting this argument to arise soon. He laid his head back on the sofa and slipped into his thoughts.
Garima was a good woman, a wonderful woman who everyone loved and he loved. Why wouldn't they? She gave them every reason to. But, not everyone is perfect. Unfortunately certain things in her life were imperfect.
Her dad died when she was nine years old, leaving her behind with her mother, two older brothers and two younger sisters. Back then a man was the soul earner of the house. She had lost her father, she had lost the cloud of guidance and protection over her head, she had lost love, and she had lost a rich lifestyle.
And after that she was bred by her mom and the society.
He could never blame her for her sporadic outbursts. He wished he had done something before, in the beginning, he never thought they would get worst.
An appropriate action to take would be to set her on depression pills but again he could never do that…she would never agree to it and going against her was real hell.
He was blessed to have daughters who understood her. He worried over his son who never showed any emotions to her behavior, other than love, always and all the time.
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Later at night Khushi kept fidgeting in bed, the events of the day not letting sleep come.
Frustrated she got up and went downstairs to bunk with her parents.
Yes Khushi did sleep with her parents, actually in between her parents, with love and without a care of her age.
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Beep.
Arnav SR
---10:47 AM---
How are you doing?
Khushi's heart buzzed with the buzz of her phone. She let a shy and excited smile radiate her face.
Arnav SR
---10:49 AM---
I'm fine now. Thanks for asking :-)
Should she ask him the same? No….that is like talking about the weather. She liked him. He made her heart beat, he made her smile, and he made her nervous. That's it? She ought to find out more about this big shot Arnav Singh Raizada.
And so she did.
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Khushi closed the door of the room behind her and quickly got ready.
The 'surprise' anniversary party turned into a 'no surprise' anniversary party. At least she found out one thing, Arnav was horrible at keeping secrets. She was so glad Dhruv attacked him the way he did when Arnav slipped to Anjali about what was going on.
Again a saree, Khushi ran her hands over the material. These people really had to stop gifting her clothes…at every occasion and always a saree.
She needed to stop whining and accept them…they were so pretty!
Khushi twisted around in her underskirt trying to hook her blouse. She absolutely hated having the hook behind, especially when no one was with her to help her dress.
Another pressure was of having Arnav come in. Last she saw him; he was dressed up and taking care of the food downstairs. He won't come back up, would he, she thought.
Of course, right at that moment a knock on the door made her sigh.
"Think about the devil and the devil is here" she muttered.
She walked over to the door and yelled, "Hold on, just two minutes."
"Are you changing? Let me come in" Arnav asked her in a flash.
"Uhhh nooo. Hold on!"
Quickly she wrapped herself in the saree, not bothering to tuck it in; she had no time to tuck it in and opened the door.
"Hi! You're here?" she asked breathless.
"Hey! Yeahhh it's my room?" he raised his eyebrows and stepped in making her step back.
"I know that is why I am here. I just didn't think you would come back up so quickly. Is everything done downstairs?" she asked.
"Yes it's been taken care of. I saw you running upstairs and hence I headed up…" he shrugged his shoulders and once again stepped towards her.
"I see. Well I have to get ready, now is really not a time to talk" she smiled kindly and took a big step back.
"I never said I wanted to talk" he drawled.
"Okay! Arnav can you please step out, I won't be long!" she stopped her foot midway from stepping back and instead stepped forward.
"About time you came to me" he jerked her arm, slamming her body against his.
"Oh no" a worried sigh escaped Khushi.
"Oh yes, I have been waiting" he nuzzled her hair.
Khushi could feel the warmth beginning to form on her toes and finger tips and she knew it soon will spread all over and she would melt in no time.
"Not now" she hid her face in his chest.
Ignoring her, he nuzzled his way down to her ear and neck.
"You smell good" he murmured.
"I-its Maark&…"
"Ssh" he hushed her really not concerned about the perfume.
Pulling her head back, he kissed her throat, chin and swiftly captured her lips. Without a pause he tasted her mouth, licked the corners and breathed into her.
Khushi started grinning at the thought just popped in her head. Arnav's tongue in her mouth made her think of cotton candy melting in her mouth.
Arnav's gaze didn't miss her smile and he couldn't think of a better way to wipe it off as he unwrapped her saree. The blue green chiffon pooled at her feet and made it seem as if she was standing in a pond.
"Ah what have we got here?" he questioned her, slowly crawling his hand up her open back. Right behind his fingers, her hair stood up, shivers spiraled down her spine making her gasp.
"Arnavvv we canttt" Khushi closed her eyes and tried to tell him to stop and at the same time not to stop.
"Gotta go past kissing Khushi" he whispered sweetly.
His arm encircled her narrow waist and brought her even more near. Bending his head low, he trailed his lips across her chest. Bringing his other hand around her back, he teased along the edge of her underskirt, putting in his finger, nearing her split and then pulling back up.
She arched against him, pressing into his hardness.
Her body was new to these foreign touches and he could feel the goose bumps all over her skin.
When or how Khushi didn't know her hands had found their way to his back and she hugged him tightly. She was a puddle of melted chocolate right now.
"Haaah" Khushi gasped not expecting his hand to be where it was at the moment.
Arnav rubbed his nose along hers and shut her mouth with his swallowing all her sounds.
Very subtly he had sneaked his hand inside her open blouse and cupped her breast. He spread his fingers so her nipple could stick out for him to squeeze. As he pressed her nipple tightly, he nibbled on her lower lip, hinting and wanting to do the same below.
His control was slipping out his grasp as he ruthlessly kissed her away and rubbed her nipple along the length of his palm.
Khushi, not knowing how to respond back to his actions, tightened her hold around his neck and kissed him back with much intensity and as much as she knew and had learnt over the past few days.
It was so right, they were in his room, the bed was two feet away and nobody would bother for a while, even then Arnav pushed away the welcoming thoughts and pulled back his head from hers. Her heavy breath washed over his neck and he knew he wasn't breathing any less.
Slowly he turned her around and hooked her blouse, not before kissing along the smooth creamy skin.
"Beautiful" he murmured huskily in her ear.
Coming to stand in front of her he placed one last kiss on her cheek and said, "I am gonna go the bathroom, finish of dressing. We'll go down together."
At the most Khushi could nod and plopped on the bed the second he went into the bathroom.
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"Forgive me Devi Maiyya" Khushi prayed under her breath as she dodged Arnav's gaze. Never did she think she would be able to read his eyes and understand what they were saying.
There he was staring at her across the hall, or has been staring at her since the party started. She could have sworn bhabhi heard her heart beats as she digested Arnav's promise filled gaze.
"Khushi you are all red. Are you hot?" Anjali asked her as she sniffed at the rose Akash bought her.
"Huh? N-no, kind of but its fine" Khushi stammered.
While Arnav was studying her, Khushi was studying the couple who were celebrating their, umm ___ many years of marriage. She made a mental red point to ask how long they were married for. She couldn't help but sigh, smile and become all girly at seeing the two love birds show a bit too much affection in public.
What was up with the Raizada people to have no care about PDA?
She was not, ever again going to allow Arnav to kiss her in front of people. It was so embarrassing, it's something so private……very private.
As she walked around (as usual), stopping in between to talk and smile, Abhay called her over.
"Come here Khushi a family picture" he put his arm around her shoulders and practically dragged her to the group.
They were six people, but it took good three minutes for them to settle according to everyone's preference. Khushi was squished between dadaji and Arnav and to make matters worse for her, Arnav did not lose his chance of putting his hand on her derriere and give it a little squeeze.
Khushi was sure she looked like a ripe tomato at that time and hoped to Devi Maiyya she never had to see those pictures.
The photographer on the other hand clicked back to back shots and sighed from relief.
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Abhay Raizada did not want to think how happy he would be when Khushi would officially come into his house as his bahu.
His eyes filled with unshed tears as he hugged his daughter in law and soon to be daughter in law. If there was a weakness he had then it was his bahus. He loved Anjali like his daughter or even more as he had none and he was sure it would be the same with Khushi.
He went back to the guests after the little family photo and cake cutting session, constantly praying in his head to keep the evil eye away from the family.
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