ArHi SS|The Search for the Perfect Bride Thread 2 - Page 21

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Originally posted by: Rasgulla_sp

Your time is up Naina.

I WANT MY UPDATE

Me too.. 24 hrs were over long time back..

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Chapter 15:

"Arnav Singh Raizada! Why the hell didn't you go and meet Damini Gujral yesterday?!" Khushi charged into the room, a furious expression on her face as she waved her cell phone in front of his face, her temper only rising when she noted that Arnav hadn't budged, hadn't so much as turned from the computer when she entered his office.

"Arnav!" she shouted again, this time slamming her hands down on the desk in front of her. "Arnav, will you please respond? What is your damn problem?! Here I am, trying to help you and you can't even-" she stopped when Arnav stood up abruptly, his eyes taking in her figure as he looked her up and down, and before she knew it, he had grabbed her hands with one arm, and swung her around, his other arm snaking around her waist as he pulled her into himself.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her hands coming to his chest instinctively to push him away, but Arnav was too quick for her, and before she could take any action, his lips were pressed against hers, demanding that she respond to his touch. Soon enough, Khushi couldn't resist, body was quivering with desire, as she arched into him. The feelings she had been trying to suppress for so long came to surface once more.

She was melting from pleasure in his arms, heady and completely transported into a different world as she pressed herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, running through his hair as his mouth gentled on hers.

His kisses became more of a caress, his tongue tracing her lips, and her lips parted immediately, responding to him, returning his kiss.

"Oh my god Khushi, you're so beautiful" he breathed against her lips, pulling away for a mere second before his mouth descended upon hers once more, taking her lips in a more lingering kiss, a more sensual one, in which she was more than willing to participate, their bodies trembling with desire. Khushi felt Arnav's arms tighten around her, his attention now diverted to her neck, her shoulders, drawing away her dupatta as he marked her as his.

"You're all mine, Khushi. All mine" he murmured, his breathing ragged, when he finally broke away, watching Khushi with a triumphant smile as he noted her eyes, dark with desire.

"You don't know how I felt when I thought of him kissing you Khushi. I was ready to go and punch someone last night. You have to break it off with him Khushi. Break it off with him right now. Tell Anand you're going to marry me" he continued proudly, persuasively, his tone commanding, and Khushi fell back into reality right then, when she heard the name of her almost fianc from his lips.

Arnav's hold on Khushi had loosened by then, and she immediately shoved him away, giving it all the strength she had in her, and her expression changed drastically, going from dreamy to fury, her eyes shooting daggers at the man in front of her.

She instinctively swung her arm to his face, "How dare you kiss me? I'm almost engaged to someone else and you touch me? You're acting like some kind of savage, Arnav. You're disgusting. " she snapped, reeling from the emotions that were spinning within her, but he caught her wrist before she managed to touch his face.

"I didn't see the lady protesting too much now" he retorted, his voice now mocking her, as he retained the iron-like grip he had on her hand, forcing her to lower it in front of her.

Khushi was still seething, her cheeks a fiery red, both from embarrassment at having fallen into his arms willingly, not protesting as she had so taken the pleasure in highlighting, as well as from the sheer anger at the man in front of her. "I hate you Arnav. I hate you so much. I can't believe you took advantage of me like that. I can't believe I ever loved you" she said fiercely, forcibly shaking away her hand as she backed away from him.

Arnav's anger immediately fell away, his bitter expression turning into one of confusion, his voice suddenly lined with hope, "You love me Khushi?" he asked her, focusing only on one of the things she had said, stepping forward carefully, walking towards her, ready to take her into his arms again. "You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that" he began to say, but he couldn't continue any further.

Khushi's expression didn't change, her face didn't soften, and her eyes were still cold, icy as she ignored the change in his tone of voice. "No, I don't love you anymore Arnav. I thought I did, kept it hidden from you for the sake of our friendship. I kept it hidden because I was afraid of how you would react, afraid of destroying whatever you thought of me. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, put a burden on our relationship when you didn't return my feelings, but I should have known better. I should have known that the great Arnav Singh Raizada has no feelings. He just needs to fulfill his physical needs and that's enough. That other time in the office, and today. Love, companionship, friendship, none of that means a thing to you! Everything isn't only about sexual desire, Arnav! What just happened means absolutely nothing" Khushi cried out, her initial fury paving way for this outburst, a venting of all the frustration that had been simmering right below the surface, all the anguish, the pain and anger that Khushi had kept hidden.

"And you know what Arnav?" she continued, visibly calming down with each second, her expression becoming more cool and stony with each word she spoke, her voice more and more spiteful. "You're an a**hole, kissing me like that, taking advantage of me. I'm not all yours Arnav. That was just..just..I don't know. But no, I'm not all yours. No, I'm not breaking it off with anyone to marry you, Arnav. That will never happen. It all meant nothing."

Arnav was left shell-shocked as he listened to her outburst, becoming aware of the extent of her emotions for the first time, seeing a side of Khushi that he had never seen before.

"But'but I want to marry you Khushi. We would be perfect together'" Arnav continued walking towards her, his voice a stark contrast to Khushi's from mere moments ago, as he remained calm, his voice more soothing than ever before.

But that only served to aggravate Khushi more, "Don't you dare Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada." She pointed a finger at him, "Don't you dare say you that. Don't take advantage of your newfound knowledge of my feelings towards you. I know the truth. I know you. I know that you're thinking of your Nani's damn condition to your getting married. That's the only damn reason you want to marry me, why you want to marry anyone. And I'm not having it. I'm not having any of that crap" she fired back at him, her eyes watching him warily as he advanced towards her.

"Khushi'Khushi I love-" he began to say, his hands on her shoulders now, holding her in place, forcing her to look into his eyes. But all he saw in her eyes was that same hatred, her body now stiff under his touch.

"You bas***d" she breathed furiously, knowing that retaining that anger on him was the only way by which she could shield herself, shield her emotions. "Don't say you love me to get your own way. Don't mock that one pure emotion left" she started, but she got quieter all of a sudden, a realization seeming to dawn upon her as she spoke, "You know what? I'm done. I'm done with this damn job. I'm done with his friendship. I'm done. I quit everything. Just let me live in peace, Arnav. Get away from my life and I'll move on, give Anand the happiness he so deserves, give myself a chance that I know I deserve" she shook herself out of his grasp, clawing at his hands on her shoulders to pull away, before she marched out of Arnav's office, slamming the door to the cabin shut behind her.

And Arnav Singh Raizada, the man who thought he knew how to handle Khushi, her arguments, her craziness better than anyone else, was left shell shocked by the same woman, having seen a side of her that he had never before been privy to, having seen this cold fury, this buried anguish, this calm coolness that he had never had unleashed upon him before. And he didn't know how to handle it.

So he did something he had never really done before.

He dropped into his chair wearily, picked up his phone, and punched in Shyam Manohar Jha's number, just the way he had done the night before.

"I need help."

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Hi Everyone!

What did you all think? I have about 6 different versions of this chapter sitting around, because I was just not satisfied with the way it was turning out. I think this was the best of the 6 versions, not amazing, and I'm still not completely satisfied, but I just can't seem to figure out how to make it better. That's the reason for the delay.

Let me know what your opinions are, how much you hate Arnav😆 or what your hopes are for the upcoming chapters. I had initially planned on this only being 15 chapters [ask Saiyu] but yeah, that changed clearly. 😆

Cheers!

Naina

Wow..d preview was real tempting... plz update soonnn