ARHI HER LIFE...FOR GOOD OR FOR WORSE Ch 10 (64) - Page 31

Chapter 9

"You are not so going to cook…"

He shouted at her, while she stared at him with her arms around her. She glared at him before walking out of the bedroom, letting him do whatever he wished. Switching on the business channel, she tried to focus on the updates. She wanted to cook. She loved cooking but she wasn't allowed to do so. He gave her two options. Either he would be the one to cook, or they would order dinner. That irritated her.

She looked into the open kitchen where he was placing required items on the counter. Her eyes fixed on him. In his shorts that just reached his knees, and an undershirt, he looked great with his wet hair. She longed to run her fingers in his hair. He had no muscular body but had sharp features. She was glad to have him in her life. Three months, she had wasted with her internal trauma and now, all she wanted to do was move on with Arnav. He readily accepted her with open arms. She needed time to adopt the changes and settle down with Arnav. She needed time to forget everything from her past. With his help, she was sure; she would overcome her difficulties. He promised forever to her. He was not going to leave her. That was the greatest relief.

There were few issues they needed to discuss, without delay. She turned off the TV, walked to the kitchen, and leaned onto the counter, watching him baking eggs with expert skills. His hands worked thoroughly. It took her a moment to understand that he was a great chef. She remembered her colleagues teasing him a month ago when he brought lunch prepared by him for their receptionist on her birthday. He had a great bond with that elder woman. He would say she was his first love.

"Stop checking me, Khushi," she heard him say, breaking her thoughts, "I know you can't get enough of me and that I am too sexy to resist. But you are distracting me."

She stammered but covered just in time and snapped back, "This is the first time that I am watching a practically half-naked man around me. I am just curious, you see… because you are nothing sort of hero to have a huge fan following who would follow you though you slam your door on their faces every day. And how dare you to say that? How am I distracting you?"

"Very funny, isn't it…?" he said, smirking at her, "your night dress or whatever that you are wearing hardly reached your mid thighs, exposing most of your body and you expect me to focus on dinner, when I am starving for you?" She watched him placing the bowl on the counter and reached for her hand. Without wasting, he crushed his mouth on her, his hands made their own path down her back. Khushi felt electrified with his touch. It was gentle, slow. There was no hurry in his actions. He lifted her off the floor, into his arms, and made his way to the bedroom. Slowly placing her there, he leaned onto her, pulling her close by her waist, "can I have you tonight, Khushi?" She shook her head negatively, pulling him onto her, while he laughed at her. "I would love to make love to you, dear. However, I don't think you are in a condition for it. Let's take it slow… we have our whole life, all to ourselves."

The doorbell helped her push him off her while he rolled on to the bed. She smiled at him for his concern. She wanted to talk to him and his actions distracted her enough. "I am fine, Arnav," she whispered meaningfully and stopped him from leaning onto her with her hand on his chest, "though there is something we need to talk first."

He nodded and was annoyed with the doorbell again, "let me check on them," he said and got off the bed, alarming her.

"Stop," she shouted at him, checking herself in the mirror. She had ordered few of her personal items, as she was unable to pack them due to his presence throughout the day. She had called the stores a while ago. It would be from them and Khushi had no such idea to let him know about her items. It would embarrass her. "I will go, look at it," she said hurriedly and left the room, leaving a confused Arnav.

She took a deep breath, ran her hands through her hair and opened the door to find three guys. They had carry bags with them, a smile on their faces. She stared at them, confused. It was not the home-deliverymen.

"Ah, you must me Khushi," the man with fair complex with a hat spoke, "hi, Amir, we stay here, in the flats." She smiled, confused when they walked in without another word. She looked at Arnav, who just came out of the room, still in same attire, and smiled at the men. She watched the men look at him, and then at her, then lowering their heads. She was sure she saw them hiding their smiles and flushed at the thought that they must understood what had happened before they interrupted with the doorbell. "Hope we didn't disturb you, Arnav," Amir spoke to him; "we just wanted to celebrate the occasion. Everyone's coming here."

He signaled her and side hugged her when she reached him, "the guys here are the fans to my fans," he chuckled, "and celebration, according to them, it is a situation where they can spend at least few minutes with their love interests."

She tried to hide her smile and wished them. She so wanted to laugh at these poor men, who had wanted to have a glimpse from girls, who indeed wanting it from Arnav. Five minutes later, she found herself staring at a group of people of about 20 in number. The age varies from 18-25, Arnav whispered to her, as she gulped.

She was sure she would have fun yet hard time in her life with him. His fan following was definitely out of line as she stared at the increasing number of girls with passing minutes. She was worried, they were looking great and she was not. The insecurity feeling that he had managed that noon to bury deep down in her heart rose again, making her clutch to him. She wanted to be with him. She was not letting her happiness go out of her hands when she just found it. She felt his grip around her waist tightened, assuring her silently, blinking his eyes to her.

She thanked heavens that Arnav had changed into a pair of jeans with his shirt on when Amir informed him about the sudden celebrations. She was dressed in a long skirt with a blue top. The girls, however, had short skirts – to short indeed – and she noticed Arnav never had his eyes on any of them. Moreover, he never left her side. That sort of assured her, but she faced the worst in her life that was stopping her to trust him with her heart. There still were her insecurities. She needed to talk to him and sort them out if she intended to have a life with him.

The doorbell rang again and she was tired to attend and welcome his fan girls, so she just lay back on the couch. She was glad that the three guys, who sat with her, didn't bother to have a serious conversation with her, letting her by herself, as their eyes followed their love interests, with really minimal talks. As she watched him open the door, her eyes widened to see the home delivery guy, who now talking to the man she wanted to avoid the most. He looked back at her and then to the guy, as she ran towards them and dragged the packet just in time. His hand lingered in the midair for a minute and then he cleared the bill, glaring at her when tried to protest. She excused herself and made her way to the room and placed it carelessly in the wardrobe.

He hugged her from behind, pressing his chin on her shoulder. "I am sorry about the mess, Khushi," he whispered, "I know it's very uncomfortable for you to be out there, but I want you to understand this," he turned her to him, "I am serious about us and really want this to work out. I want you to try to trust me. We can always talk regarding anything about us."

She shook her head, trying to control her tears. She was not sure around him and was not strong when it came to him. She looked at him; searching for something she had no idea for what. She was not just attracted to him, she understood, and her desire for him was not limited to sex. It was beyond sex, and she was unable to name it. "I will just come," he said and left the room. She stared at the door that was nearly closed now, trying to re-set her thoughts. It was not her usual behavior. She never held herself back in such a way. She wanted to go out, enjoy the party. She wanted to forget everything.

Khushi walked up to the window and stared into the dark night. There was something in Arnav that attracted her towards him from the very first day. He made her wish for him. He made her include him in her prayers. From the point when she trusted that God didn't exist but it was just a stone carved in a figure, he forced her to perform puja for his well-beings. In a generation where men forced themselves on women, he controlled his desires for her because she was uncomfortable. She broke into a smile as she remembered him backing off two times since they reached the flat.

She looked at the door over her shoulder and watched him locking it. She waited for him to join her but shocking her, he lifted her off in his arms and placed her on the bed, pulling her on him. "It was a long and tiring day," he whispered, kissing her forehead, "sleep Khushi. We will go out to shop your requirements." She lowered her eyes, embarrassed. He clearly meant about the packet. "I thought you can talk openly with me but there are clearly few things that you don't want to… not yet. I guess I need to take care of your womanly stuffs."

"Arnav, I," she tried to say something but stuck as words failed for her. She shut her eye and said in a go, "I was unable to pack my lingerie as you were hovering, helping me in packing…"

He smiled, tightening his grip around her waist, his other hand made its way under her top, feeling her skin, "I wish you will be comfortable with me to stop when I tried to reach for you during your… um… periods."

She stared at him, her lips formed in a perfect 'o' and he, without delay, took her lips in his, pinning her on the bed with him on her top, as his hand reached for the bedside lamp…

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