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Chapter 8 - Endearments
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY WHAT THE HELL? I asked you a question, dammit! Why didn't you return my calls, Khushi?"
He was hissing, glaring at me with those eyes. I swear, a piece of iron could have melted in front of the blaze shooting through his eyes. But what exactly was he asking me? Oh god, why do I never pay attention the first time? Silly, silly, so so silly! But what was he doi...
"What are you murmuring to yourself like that? Look at me, khushi!"
He spoke again, clearly annoyed.
When I still didn't look up and kept talking to myself, he cupped my chin and forced me to look up, gently but firmly.
"Khush, I was worried..."
He was calming down, phew! But I loved ruining my own luck, so I asked rather abruptly,
"What are you doing here? At this hour?"
And the anger was back in full force... Was there a bigger idiot than I on this planet?
"Haven't you heard a word of what I've said? What do I look like to to you? SOME FOOL? Khushi, you're the limit, dammit!"
Anger bubbling through his demeanor, he raked his finger through his hair, messing it up further. I followed his movements diligently, his hand running through his hair, his eyes closed in frustration, breathing heavily through his nose... He had sat up straight, facing me, and it was only that much more intimidating. What with my state of dress, although I was sure he hadn't noticed it yet, since I still had the sheet clutched to my chest.
After a while, he looked back up, eyes shot open, deep pools of anger and concern stared straight at me, and I suddenly felt guilty. He was frustrated and angry, all because of me,
"I was so, so worried, khush..."
His voice, it had turned so soft, it was almost like soft humming, and I had to strain my ears to listen to what he was saying, but after a pause he spoke again, more audible this time. The anger was still evident in his voice, but with a hint of helplessness too, and I didn't like that one bit.
"We were talking, and then you suddenly stopped replying, and then you didn't even receive my calls, I tried calling Payal but I think her phone was switched off, i didn't have any other way of reaching you... I came over to check up on you, and then you weren't here... I've been pacing around your room for god knows how long."
"Payal's phone battery died so she left it at home for charging."
I looked down as I spoke, sneaking glances at his expression every now and then. He didn't reply for a while. But then, he took one of my hands in his, and I unconsciously clutched at the covers at my chest with the other hand,
"Bacha, I didn't mean to be so angry, I was just..."
I interrupted instantly, I couldn't have him feeling guilty for my forgetfulness,
"I'm sorry, I just got thinking and then you know what happens when I phase out, and I just didn't notice the phone buzzing, and I wanted to call back, but then we came home with a friend and then I was tired and i just forgot and I just wanted to sl..."
"That's okay, you're okay now, that's all I needed to know."
He lightly cupped my jaw with his other hand and leaned over to press a kiss to my forehead. Moving back he took both his hands back and made to leave.
Realizing that he was leaving, upset, because of me, I jerked out of the still state I had adapted to and pushed myself ahead to grab his hand with both of mine before he could stand up completely, and with force that only I was capable of despite being a girl, I pulled him back. But I didn't get much time to revel on my physical power for long, for as soon as he stumbled back upon my bed and turned towards me, his eyes shot open wide, before they narrowed to slits as he looked me up and down and before I could register why he was suddenly so angry again, my shoulders were caught in an almost vice like grip and he was almost shouting, again,
"WHAT THEE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?"
And suddenly I realized that my sheet lay discarded on the bed, under me as I sat in the centre of the bed, trembling under his raging gaze.
"I... I... it was... I mean... it's hot, so I..."
"WHAT IF SOMEONE CAME DAMMIT? ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT IF SOMEONE BROKE IN? WHAT IF THERE WAS A CRAZY PSYCHOPATH ON THE STREETS? WHAT IF..."
What was wrong with this man? And suddenly I was laughing, laughing at the idiocy of his concern, at the stupidity of his actions. Any other man would be tempted, at least feel a little flustered, lucky, perhaps try to use the situation to his benefit. But not him, this was my arnav, my adorable jaan ka tukra.
Gone was the idea of discomfort, gone was the sense of shyness, gone was the guilt, gone was the sense of intimidation.And so I acted on impulse, pushing myself up, I dragged myself towards him, on my knees, and launched myself at him. Still laughing I held him close, moving back a couple times to kiss him at any reachable spot on his face, my arms still around him. I held him close as I hugged him, laughed as he sighed against the thin material of my shirt, his face against my chest, then tightened my arms around his neck and shoulders as his circled my waist. I laughed some more, silently, as one of my hands roved through his thick mass of velvety hair while the other moved soothingly over his back. There was nothing erotic about that hug, nothing sensual, it was only a friendly, genuine carefree gesture, between two good friends.
After a while, I pulled back to see Arnav smiling at me, although reluctantly, while I silently giggled, our hands lying intertwined in my lap as I sat back on my knees, much closer to him this time. Then gathering my wits, I teased,
"A crazy psychopath like you? Who sneaks into young girls' rooms this late at night, to supposedly ask over their well being?"
He did seem embarrassed, and I grinned widely at the achievement of making him flush,
"Not girls, just you..."
And I burst out laughing again. Pushing forward again, I leant over him and kissed his forehead lightly,
"Meri jaan ka tukra, you're absolutely adorable."
Ruffling his hair, I fell back down on the bed, on my back, having completely forgotten the discarded sheet.
He stared down at me before he too fell on the bed on his back beside me. Then pushing himself up on one elbow, so he was staring down at me, so close, his face inches away from mine, he spoke with a pout on his lips,
"Sirf jaan ka tukra? Puri jaan nahi?"
I laughed again, I was laughing too much tonight, no? but he was just so cute.
Gripping the V neck of his shirt tightly, I pulled him down, and pressed my smiling lips to his, just a simple gesture of love from me... But then he was kissing me, properly, his tongue caressing the outline of my lips before it dove in to explore my mouth, as I tried to meet his every stroke, every caress. His weight pressing me lower into the mattress, as he moved closer to half lay over me, our chests pressing together as we continued duelling with our tongues.
A desperate need for breath made us part.
"Puri ki puri jaan ho tum! Happy, meri jaan?"
He pecked my lips which were still smiling, only this time he was smiling too, before he moved back and lay on his back again, holding my hand close and placing our intertwined hands close to his heart,
We lay like that for a while, me staring at the ceiling, him absentmindedly playing with my fingers. I reveled in the intimacy of the situation, the comfort of being with him the way I was, the luck I'd stumbled upon by finding this beautiful man...
"You should cover up..."
And my reverie was broken, but I was in a mischievous mood,
I fumbled with the sheets, jittering around the bed, bumping into arnav, as I tried to pull the sheet from under me. I think he lost his cool for he harshly pulled at the sheet and I jumped at the force, a few seconds later I was covered from neck to toe by my comforter.
I held back the chuckle that threatened to escape and saw him lie down on his back again, making himself comfortable before he pulled my hand from under the sheet and place it back against his heart.
I smiled to myself, and then suddenly another idea struck and then I was pulling the comforter down, all the way to my calves, and then pushing my legs against it I pushed it all the way to the foot of the bed. My shirt, which easily reached above my knees had ridden up to a mid thigh length, but I was beyond feeling embarrassed,considering how my boyfriend was currently sitting up as I lay there, gaping at my face, his mouth hung open, his eyes wide and his hands fisted at his sides.
"Khush, what are you upto?"
His question was direct but he was looking at me so conspicuously that I had to severely control the sudden urge to laugh out loud.
"What am I doing, Arnav?"
"You're pulling off your comforter."
He stated the obvious, and I bit my inner cheek to hold the chuckle back.
I pretended to twist my legs seductively and bent my knees a little turning on my side. I pushed one leg out to run my foot against his calves. When I heard him intake a sharp breath, I stopped running my foot against him and instead pushed my leg under his. Then, I simply raised a hand and pretended to fan myself and spoke,
"Itni garmi hai na, Arnav. I told you pehle hi that I'm feeling very hot!"
"Don't pretend innocence bacha, I know you're doing this on purpose."
At that I literally huffed! I sat up and crossed my arms under my chest and actually huffed with a very displeased sound. Then I shook my head, showing utter disappointment, and pouted before I tried to bore holes into his head with my piercing gaze.
He watched in... fascination? Like he didn't expect my reaction. Like hell he didn't, bloody moron, and so I accused,
"Tum duniya k sabse barre gadhe ho, Arnav! You MORON!"
When he continued to stare, amused now, I visibly reddened with fury and spat,
"I was trying to seduce you, you ass! And you decide to use your cute endearment bacha for me right then, when I'm clearly expecting appraisal on the lines of sexy and sizzling? What is wrong with you? Pathetic Jerk, ullu ke patthe, jaahil, paindou, gawaar, IDIOT... Oye, where are you going, I'm not done..."
But he was already laughing like the moron he naturally is and he was walking away to... to my closet?
He returned to the bed only seconds later, still laughing, and trying to breathe inbetween, my red cotton capri pj's in his hand. He raised his hand towards me,
"Wear this."
"You stink!"
I menacingly hissed ignoring the pj's in his hand. Noticing that I was being grumpy, he pushed the pj's in my hands and laughingly let out,
"For my sanity, bacha, please wear your pajamas."
"Phir se bacha? Ughhh, tum puri zindagi gadhe hi raho ge!"
"Aray, but right now you're grumpy and cute... I'm sure this is the ideal situation for bacha."
I got off the bed with the pajamas in my hands and ordered,
"Turn around."
"Change in the washroom."
"It's hot there. Turn around!"
"Why? Just a while ago you were willing to take off your excuse of clothes in front of me, and now you can't even put clothes on with me looking?"
pat came his grinning reply, that fool!
"Well, then you weren't being an ass, now you are."
I retorted and prided myself in his defeating grin, but it was short lived. The devil was always a step ahead of course,
"But I thought it was my lucky night, your parents are away, your sister is secretly my fan, and you're literally under dressed."
I had the decency to flush at his implication but I was back to command mode soon enough,
"Turn around, arnav. Don't test my patience..."
"okay okay, chill bacha, just teasing."
Hands in the air, he turned around chuckling, while I quickly put on the pajamas.
"Done."
I announced and he instantly turned around, a cute genuine appraising smile on his face, and half of my promptness evaporated with that smile.
Walking towards me let out a low whistle, melting away all my remaining anger, I blushed and averted my gaze.
He held me by my waist and pulled me closer. My hands remained at my side and he pulled me closer still. Bending slightly, he picked my cheek, his lips lingering, before he wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head atop mine.
Realizing that I wasn't reciprocating the embrace, he took hold of my hands and circled them around his stomach and went back to wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.
I pressed my cheek against his t.shirt clad chest and tightened my arms around him, fisting his shirt in my hands as I pressed closer still. That's when I heard him chuckle at my eagerness and I just sighed, pressing closer again and wanting to merge into his being, enjoying his warmth. He tightened his hold around me, squeezing me within his embrace and whispered in my hair,
"Here's my bacha, in an over sized t.shirt and three year old pj's... I love you like this."
iI could almost hear the smile in his tone. I felt him pull back slightly and instantly grabbed tighter onto his shirt, not letting him love an inch away. Understanding dawned on my moron and he pressed back into the embrace. After a moment he chuckle again, and I asked
"What are you thinking?"
"About you, a while back, prior the pj's."
"I was sexy, wasn't I?"
I mumbled against his chest and felt him press his face deeper into my hair before he pushed a little out of he embrace, his arms still wound tightly around me. I made to jump closer to him but he held me away, while reassuring with his eyes.
"Yes, you were sexy, very sexy at that. But let's leave those thoughts for another time?"
I smiled up at him and made to say something bit he stopped me with a shake of his head and continued,
"I love you as my bacha, always have, always will. So I will not allow you to restrict me from calling you that, no matter what the situation. Comprende?"
I eagerly nodded and again attempted to crash into his chest and again he held me away. I pouted and he smiled. Bending down, he kissed my nose, and moving back asked in a soft whisper,
"You know when I fell in love with you?"
"You never told me..."
"You never asked me..."
"I wanted you to tell me when you wanted to, it was sudden for you."
Taking my hand he walked us to my bean bag and plopped himself down on it. Then with one jerk, he pulled me down onto his lap and cradled me in his arms, my arms wound themselves around his torso, my head against his chest,
I heard him sigh before he spoke,
"I think I fell in love with you the first time I called you bacha, I just took really long to realize..."
My head snapped up at this, I hadn't expected this. I don't know what I had expected but it definitely wasn't this. Looking into his smiling eyes, I asked astounded,
"But arnav that was..."
"Almost 2 years ago, I know."
He smiled at me, that beautiful smile that always made my heart skip a beat, and I beamed up at him before a settled back in his lap and snuggled into his chest as I let my mind travel back to the memories. It wasn't dofficult for me to rewind back to that memory two years ago, specially because it was one I was very fond of. That entire day was etched in my memory as if it had been just yesterday.
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