'What the hell! This cannot be right!', Khushi uttered in complete shock staring down at her History paper. There was a huge red X slashed across her answer. NK, her best friend's eyes widened at Khushi's outburst. History was a very important, and serious subject for Khushi. She hardly ever got anything wrong, but not this time. Apparently the professor didn't agree with her answer.
'Um, Khushi maybe you rea-', Nk started to say, but was cut off by Khushi's loud yell.
'NO I KNOW WHAT I READ, AND I KNOW WHAT I WROTE. THIS ANSWER IS CORRECT NANDAKISORE SO DON'T YOU DARE.'
Nk jumped back holding out his hands in defense. The woman was scary when she was pissed off, and crossing her path wasn't always the smart idea. Actually it never was a smart idea.
'Okay Khushi.. okay just go and talk to prof about it.'
Khushi glared in to the distance, 'I cannot stand him! He is so arrogant and always putting down my answers! Like what the hell is his effing problem!'
'Khushi you won't know if you don't ask him.. I think you need to get this shit straight so go, speak to him,' NK suggested again.
Sighing, Khushi nodded, 'alright I will see you in a bit then NK. Stay at the cafe.'
Nk smiled and walked off hoping to god that Khushi won't end up killing the professor.
***
The door was slightly open when Khushi arrived. She gently pushed it open and entered the now empty classroom. For some odd reason her insides were squirming with weird emotions she did not recognize. Unwanted nervousness filled her stomach, making her body suddenly feel hot. She licked her lips and took in the sight of him concentrating hard on his lap top. Maybe she shouldn't have come, she thought, but looking at her History paper again made her anger erupt again. Justice had to be served so she cleared her throat to gain his attention.
'Sir,' Khushi said in a firm voice. He did not look up from his lap top at her loud, firm voice. Irritated at his lack of response Khushi tried again.
'Excuse me SIR.'
Still no response.
Unable to handle any of this utter nonsense Khushi walked up to his desk, and furiously slammed his lap top shut.
'MR. ARNAV SINGH RAZAIDA.'
Khushi Kumari Gupta was mad.
This time he looked up at her, his intense brown eyes boring right at her.
'Yes Ms. Gupta?,' his husky voice asked her, with a slight teasing edge to his tone.
'I have something speak to you about,' Khushi said, her confidence evaporating a bit. Those eyes weren't any help at all.
His eyebrow raised, 'and what might that be of Ms.Gupta?',
She took out her History paper and slammed it to his desk.
'What is this? Why in the world did I get this question WRONG?', she angrily bellowed.
Looking down at the paper, he slightly smirked, and looked back up at her.
'Because the answer was wrong. Why else would I put a red X there?'
Khushi could not believe this arrogant man. First of all he doesn't answer to her when she called him, and now he is smirking, while giving her an mocking answer?! How dare he!
'Mr.Razaida how is this funny to you?', Khushi asked through her gritted teeth. She was trying very best to control her temper.
He shrugged, 'It's not funny at all Ms.Gupta. But the answer is wrong so therefore you got a X on it. There is no explanation what so ever to be given.'
'NO. THIS ANSWER IS CORRECT.'
'Ms.Gupta Canada became a nation in 1867 not 1917.'
Khushi huffed, 'I think you are clearly BLIND if you don't see that I have indeed put 1867.'
'Yes you have, but what was the need to add 1917?'
Khushi could not believe this man. How in the world did this fool become a History professor, and that too in the university?
'I just added that in 1917 Canada truly became a nation because of the unity that was formed during the battle of Vimy Ridge! In 1867 it was written by paper, but not many people acknowledged themselves as Canadians. They were all either Ontarians, Nova Scotians; you get the idea. But when the battle of Vimy Ridge happened, and Canada gained victory they all called themselves CANADIANS. Which is why I added that was the moment when Canada actually became a nation. Not just by paper, but by the hearts of PEOPLE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOW?'
After her long speech Khushi was out of breath. Her doe eyes narrowed waiting for him to say something, but all she saw was amusement etched in his eyes.
What.the.hell?
Slowly he got up from his chair; like a hunter moving forward to attack its prey, he began to walk closer towards Khushi. Her breath stopped flowing from her wind pipe at the intensity of his gaze. She slowly moved backwards and slammed to the wall.
His muscled arms blocked trapped her from moving anywhere and he leaned closer to her ears.
'Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you're talking smart in anger? Honestly Khushi you really should watch that mouth of your's or I might lose control,' he whispered huskily down her neck. Warm, peppermint breath washed down her body.
'Wha-t arree yoou do-ing?', Khushi stuttered, feeling flustered at his closeness. Everything was beginning to become hazy.
'Something I wanted to do for months...,' he whispered, gliding his nose down her neck. Shivers shot to her spine, curling her toes in pleasure. Her eyes closed, as her breath began to come out in gasps. His touch was scorching her skin; branding her with his scent.
'Sto-o-p th-is', Khushi whispered, her eyes still shut. She felt him nuzzling his face more in to her neck, but this time his smooth lips made contact with her creamy pale skin. A loud gasp escaped from Khushi's lips, satisfying Arnav even more at her response.
His lips assaulted her creamy swan like neck.
Licking, nipping and gently biting, gaining more gasps from her sweet mouth. Khushi could not handle the overwhelming emotions that were erupting throughout her body. Her hands raised to push him away, but they were too weak to be lifted. Eventually Khushi gave up, and gave him more access.
She was helpless.
Arnav's arms wrapped around curvy waist, pulling Khushi in to his chest. Their chests heaved against each other, breathless, at the intensity they were both experiencing. His lips moved towards her cleavage, kissing, sucking and biting, as if it was water that quenching his thirst. Khushi's hand fisted his hair pulling him more closer; inviting him to keep going.
Arnav's fingers gently lifted Khushi's shirt up, and massaged her smooth waist as he continued to kiss her cleavage.
She was an addiction, and Arnav wanted more.
Gently he grabbed a hold of her lifeless hand and guided her to place it on his chest. Then he proceeded to move upward from her cleavage to her face, and finally his lips landed on her own.
A nuclear bomb exploded at their contact.
Loud groans escaped from their both their mouths.
Their lips opened up merging together as one.
Tongues battled for dominance for minutes, but finally both decided to agree upon each other.
And thus began their sensual dance, with their tongues.
While Arnav assaulted Khushi's lips, his hands kept gliding up and down Khushi's waist, resulting Khushi to completely leaning against him, due to her body losing life.
Finally after decades of kissing, they broke apart to catch their breath.
Their eyes stared at each other in awe at what just happened, but as Khushi opened her mouth to speak, Arnav grabbed Khushi by the waist and carried to his desk.
He sat Khushi on his desk and pulled her face in for another kiss. Arnav did not want to lose any time anymore. After months of waiting to kiss this beautiful woman, he was so in love with, he decided that today no time will be wasted. Every second with her will be treasured.
Their lips tangoed together intensely, Khushi's fingers began to rip open his shirt. Arnav was shocked at her actions, but encouraged her by helping her fingers. Her smooth fingers felt the smoothness of his chest, sending more tingles down her spine.
Arnav moaned at her touch.
They were on fire, and if they didn't stop right this instant something beautiful was going to happen, which both of them would regret later.
But Arnav decided to eff it and moved towards her neck.
More kisses rained down making Khushi whisper out his name in passion.
'Arnav... Arnav.. I can't..'
'I can't stop..', came Arnav's whisper as his lips lingered on her neck.
Just as Arnav decided to capture her lips in for another passionate kiss, the classroom door opened wide.
'Excuse me Professor?,' NK said barging in.
Arnav and Khushi broke apart completely in shock with their eyes wide open, while NK's jaw dropped.
They were screwed.
***
This OS is dedicated as revenge to my one and only Jyo.Arshi.ipk.
For all the times you killed me with Arhi pictures on facebook I decided to use another approach. So HA. DIDN'T SEE THIS ONE COMING DID YA. MUWHAHAHAHAA.
PS: Yeah I shouldn't be laughing since I died writing this. I am super shy for these things, and just writing it out made me wanna hide under my bed. -.- LOL I am not even sure if I did a good job at writing these stuff, but I hope it was not too bad.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this, and please give it a like and comment if did so!
Love to all and I legit miss you guys.. Can't wait to hear from you all through the comments! :)
PSS: I might add a part 2 to this. I think I will actually, but not sure when. Too much going on right now.
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