Destinado A Amarte
(Destined To Love You)
Prologue
Mumbai Beach
06:39 PM
Arnav Singh Raizada chuckled.
He stared straight into the dark, bright orange sun fading down behind the mountains. Hues of orange and purple blended in artistic way in the sky, a spread of colors with birds flying in their regular pyramidal pattern, hurrying to return their nests. In a distance, people stepped into the water, tiptoeing, pulling and pushing each other in their trance. Kids hold their parents fingers, as they jumped into it, water layers touched their feet, and their laughter's echoed the place.
He watched an ice cream vendor selling his best flavors to the people whereas balloons in various colors and shapes added beauty to the cliffs behind them. He watched intently, with a raised eyebrow, as a man in his twenties kneeled in front of a girl, hand on his heart, and smile on their lips. Shaking his head, he stood in his feet, chuckling at the couple's craziness.
He leaned onto the tree, his body bent in an angle, his right leg crossed behind his left, revealing his muscular lines in perfect angles. He had a straight nose, rigid cheekbones, his jaw set in a straight line with lips pressed together. Evening breeze kissed his charcoal hair; he rubbed his face, feeling the day old stubble against his rough palm.
"Have some beer, Arnav," his cousin shouted over the campfire, showing a tin in his hand to him.
Shaking his head, he sat with them, his hands circling his knees loosely. He took hold of a tin but said nothing. Sipping into his drink slowly, he watched the gang drinking and talking about anything and everything under the dark sky. People were disappearing from the beach, returning to their homes, or wherever they had in minds. After hours of partying about his return to the place, he watched moon sat in the luxurious lap of sky between the clouds, staring back at him. At 22, he was staring at sky and that made him chuckle again.
"Look who's coming."
NK smirked while the rest laughed. He ignored his cousin's comment. He had an idea of who the person might be. He had not intended to give them all an impression of what he had been thinking. He shifted his weight to his right, providing sufficient space for the person to sit beside him. It was a known fact that the person would sit beside him, and nowhere else. He turned to face her, as she rested her palm on his thigh in a suggestive way. He saw his sister seating opposite him, beside NK.
His sister was beautiful. Thick curly hair that fell elegantly to her waist, with molten bronze eyes, slender swan neck with full lips that would make any sane man go crazy, tiny waist and well-shaped hips – she was everyman's dream. He could see everyone's eyes glued onto his sister with a longing look. Shaking his head, he looked into her eyes. She stared back at him intently; he noticed a layer of tears in her eyes before she looked away, towards NK who was speaking to her.
"Go, get a room, we don't mind, bro."
He broke his gaze from his sister and looked at the girl beside him. Her shirt hugged her body, revealing her cleavage, with her shorts incredibly short, exposing her milky legs contrast to the dark night, her lips blood red. He smiled at her, his eyes lingered on her breasts and then on her lips, as she bit seductively. Sneaking his arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, his mouth crushed on hers, tongues met hungrily.
NK giggled at the comment that came from the gang and pulled out his mobile to take a picture of him with the girl. "I will tell your Dad that you are with me. You can go and have fun with Sophia, Arnav."
"That is so kind of you, NK Bhai," Aman commented, beating his eyes rapidly due to the liquor, "you are ready to leave the girl you loved for Arnav Bhai. That really is so kind of you. But what is that she saw in him that made her fall for him?"
"Shut up, Aman," he heard his sister snapping at Aman in disgust and smiled, leaving Sophia."Arnav, why don't you change your shirt?" she asked, pointing the grease stains, "here, I picked a shirt on my way from home. You smell awful."
He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on his sister, who sounded disgust as he laughed, his head falling on its back, "God, Ana… it's just sweat, sweetheart and thanks for the shirt. Here, come with me." He wore the fresh shirt but left it open while he took his sister's hand in his and walked away from the gang after kissing Sophia. He looked back and satisfied with the considerable distance between his friends and them; he faced his sister as he cupped her cheek."What happened, Ana?"
She hugged him, tears rolled down her cheeks as he circled his arms around her in a protective way. She knew, her brother would never let anyone hurt her. She rubbed her nose to his chest, as she mumbled, "Bhai called a while ago. He deposited money in our account."
Arnav groaned at the information. Breaking the hug, he looked at her, "what did you say?" he understood as she lowered her head and ran his hand through his hair, frustrated, "I can earn to take care of you, Anahita. We don't need his help when he decided not to come back to us. This is ridiculous. Why can't he stay with us?" he stopped shouting and stared at her. "When is he planning to come back?"
"One more year," she whispered, "he wants us to focus on our education, Arnav. He is working hard to provide a decent livelihood for us. This is what he wanted to do for us, he said."
Sighing, he shut his eyes, forcing back his tears. "Yeah, I know. I just… missed him."
"I know, Mr. Mechanic," Ana mocked with sarcasm, lightening the atmosphere as she pinched his arm, "but we have to leave now or I am sure, we will not be able to cook dinner. NK Bhai is going to crash in our home, and so Aman and Sophia. And please, warn Aman not to come near me."
"Poor guy loves you, Ana," Arnav laughed at his sister's reaction, "don't shout at him when you are at fault."
"What…?"
"Ha…" he said seriously, "who can resist my sister? And it is a natural tendency to love the most beautiful things in nature."
Las Vegas
06:09 AM
She scrunched the blue satin sheets, her head moved from her right to left. Her tongue entwined with his as she arched for him. His hands caressing every inch of her, feeling her under his fingers, setting her on fire. He ran his fingers from her neck, to the side of her breasts, his lips following the path. She moaned, wanting him, needing him. She held his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. His breath fanned on her skin, as his eyes travelled over her body. Coming over her, he kissed her, biting her lower lip, his fingers ran down her body.
He pressed his face on her stomach, his lips tracing her belly button. Every other thought emptied her mind, as she pressed him further, her hands on his hair. His hands stroked her thigh, his other palm cupped her, and she could feel heat in her body. She pulled him to her, crushing her mouth on his as he parted her legs and positioned himself on her, their bodies sticking with their sweat.
She gasped, as he slammed in, gently. Her eyes moisten with the sensation, her body shivered with anticipation. She wrapped her legs around him, hands interlocked with each other, the quilt displacing on them, fell up to his waist. She closed her eyes, living in the moment, his head buried in her neck, inhaling sharply. "Oh Jezz," his husky voice kissed her ear, "that's incredible, Khushi. You are incredibly sexy."
She stared at him, his molten bronze eyes twinkling in the dark. She couldn't see him other than his eyes – eyes that were torturing her all the night. She rested her palms on his chest, trying to look at him. He pressed her wrists above her head, shaking his head negatively. "Come to me, Khushi… I am waiting for you like a madman. Come to me…"
She sat on her bed, wide awake, as sweat beads formed all over her body, her top sticking to her as second skin. She stared around her and let a sigh of relief as she was in her room. She looked at herself, fully dressed with a tank top and her PJ from last night. She shuddered as she remembered eyes from the dream. Shaking her head, she threw the quilt on the floor and headed to the bathroom.
She ended up with a black dress that reached her mid-thigh; she blew her hair and dashed down the stairs to meet her parents. They were ready for the day, seating on the dining table, waiting for their breakfast to be served. "Good morning, guys," she wished them and seated herself at one corner, far from them and winked at her friend. "How was your party, Raj?" she asked, desperately trying to push images of the stranger from her dream off her mind.
"As boring as ever without you, Khushi," he said with a smirk, taking in her appearance while she glued her eyes on her bowl of cereal, "you look great as ever, dear."
She laughed at the comment. "Tell something new, Raj," she said and winked at him, making faces while having her cereal with difficulty. She avoided making a conversation with her parents, not wanting to hear another lecture early in the morning. They were not so please with her decision of studying while staying with her elder sister. She loved her sister and missed her.
"So, staying with your sister is your final decision, is it?"
She heard her father and nodded, "Yes, Dad. Payal and Aakash Jeej are so happy that I decided to stay with them. I will be fine, so don't worry."
"But how can you stay there, Khushi?" her mother asked, annoyed by her decision, "you love Las Vegas and leaving the city is never in your plan."
"Staying with Payal is my plan, Mom," she snapped back, annoyed with her parent's worries, "and I am no more kid. I am 18. And Raj is coming with me, right. I will be fine, and I am not going to change my decision."
She left the room without another second and drove her car to meet her friends. A smile broke on her face with the thought of her friends that soon replaced with a frown. She would just enjoy her last days in the city, and she would not allow watching herself adult videos by their request or force again. She was not willing to have another sexual dream with a stranger with molten bronze eyes.
Instead, she diverted her thoughts to her upcoming trip and stay with her sister and family. "So, Mumbai," she whispered, looking at herself in view mirror, "wait for my arrival. What have you stored for me, ah…?"
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Ufff Yeh Love Hai Mushkil
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