ArhiHBO FF#3: Secret Passion *Teaser pg 134!*

Secret Passion by TINA! & Satina

Episode 5: Unleashed

Khushi arrived at AR Designs thirty minutes before the lunch break. Her face was not its normal creamy complexion. In fact, she looked about as pale and sick as she felt deep within, her face drained of all color. Once, the thought of being intimate with Arnav Singh Raizada had brought forth such a bodily response. But now, due to the strange, tenuous bond that had formed between them the night before--something that she only half-understood herself--she felt ten times worse at the thought of hurting him.

She brushed past some of the employees standing in the main atrium, hoping no one would stop her. She was in no mood for a casual chat.

Thankfully, everyone appeared busy. Some of her friends waved at her from their desks, gazing at her with that curious expression that clearly asked: 'Where were you all morning?'

She forced a stiff smile, hurrying to her cubicle. Sitting down, she took several deep breaths, trying to come up with some sensible plan.

Think, Khushi. Think.. she willed.

But it was like her mind was too foggy. Nothing made sense. Buaji's words echoed repeatedly, taunting her senses: "You know my best friend, Sarla? Her son has just returned from America.. He's the perfect man for you.. He'll make the best husband. I've already called up the rest of the family so we'll all be waiting for you. 5 PM today. No excuses, okay Sanka Devi?"

She buried her face in her arms, moaning softly. What would she do know? She couldn't possibly explain her relationship with Arnav to her family and neither could she agree to their demands.

And why did this all have to happen now, she wondered? Now, when Arnav had finally opened up to her.. when they had made love for the first time..

A warmth stole through her as she lost herself in memories of the passionate night they had shared: his hardness against her, his hands and mouth tracing over her, missing nothing..

She ached for him suddenly, crying out for his secure hold, his heated embrace. The strength of her own emotions sent her reeling.

As if he'd sensed her longing, the phone on her desk rang just then. 'ASR' read the caller ID.

She took a deep breath before picking it up, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Hello?"