IPKKND-ARHI-FF - Gypsy- Chapter 42 - Page 6

Oh. My. God.

Amazing update...loved it.
So Arnav at the moment is busy digging a hole for himself.
Khushi dance the way you have described is brilliant and Arnav us fusions why because other men harbour the same sentiments as him...is he just going to blast her...has he thought about that she is a free bird she can do anything she wants to...he has no rights to tell her anything and as he has almost said yes to the marriage with Naina...if the wedding goes ahead he will have absolutely no rights to tell her or ask her anything...she is not going to conform.

Arnav is out to make khushi's life complicated and difficult, I can't wait to see how he digs his own grave deeper, this is one hell of interesting story.

Will wait eagerly for the next update.
Thanks for the update.

I hope you get more readers to this story because it's very good. Wow, Arnav's in a black mood. Can't wait to see what he'll do next.

MARVELOUS UPDATE AS USUAL...

O Ji!!!!!!!!!! When are you updatingg???

Chapter 8

An hour later, an outwardly composed but inwardly furious Arnav took his leave of the Sardar. The banjaara's were dancing now and the festivities would likely last the entire night but he had had enough.

His groom was waiting with his horse and Arnav mounted Sultan. Turning to the groom, he bade the fellow to ride ahead.

"Are you certain Hukum?"

"Yes. I would like to ride back alone."

"As you wish Hukum."

The groom rode away and Arnav turned Sultan around, his mind furiously working. He could barely wait for morning to meet Khushi. Instinctively he knew that she would be there.

Sultan had barely taken a few steps when the soft tinkling of bells caught his attention. Wheeling around, he peered and through the soft glow of the moon, he made out a slim figure in a red and white outfit. His heart leapt and he knew it was Khushi. He slowly slid off Sultan's back and leaving the horse behind, he softly walked in her direction.

When he was near, he could make out that she was sitting at the back of a tent and talking to a small figure; it was that tiny goat kid of hers, he realized a second later. He studied her thoughtfully and his mind clicked. Till now she remained unaware of him and he took advantage.

Khushi had reached her tent with her Maayi some time ago. Madhumati had gone off to bed after telling Khushi to be careful and get in bed quickly. She knew that Khushi would not go to sleep until she had spent some time with Shemaroo, her temperamental little pet. She would tell him about her day while he would show off in front of her. If it was up to Madhumati, a cheeky pet like Shemaroo would not be allowed near her tent but Khushi was fixated on the little creature and for her adopted daughter's sake, Madhumati tolerated him.

As Khushi watched, Shemaroo seemed all set to retire for the night, having settled in the small bed of soft grass she had set for him at the back of their tent. She stroked his soft head one more time before she washed her hands and was about to enter her tent from the back when she became aware of a small sound behind her. She became aware of a prickle of danger but before she could even move, someone clamped one hand over her mouth and the other around her waist.

She opened her mouth to scream but the hand over her mouth prevented it. In the next instant her feet left the ground and she was carried out. She kicked out but in the next instant, a furious voice hissed in her ear,

"Little gypsy, you will keep quiet if you know what's good for you?"

"Ummphhh???"

"Unless you wish for your tribe people to know about this???"

Khushi knew her captor's identity and her heart was in her throat. She had already seen his anger once today and she had gotten a very close look at his angry expression at the wedding. It didn't bode well for her and she shivered. She cursed herself for being out alone; all the dire things Maayi predicted if some man got her alone would happen appeared to be materialising. Why did this have to happen now?

Khushi saw a horse grazing and knew that they would ride in the forest most likely. But if had to place her on the horse's back, perhaps she could scream. Not too loudly for she didn't want Maayi or anyone else to know of this midnight captor but just enough to startle him maybe.

"Don't even think about it! Not if you know what's good for you!!!"

She abandoned the idea and in the next instant she was thrown across the horse's back and her captor was getting on before riding in the forest. Maybe she could reason with him, she thought and opened her mouth.

"Save it; I don't want to hear anything."

She wondered how he knew she was about to say something especially if he couldn't see her face!

They reached the clearing and he dropped her underneath the big tree where she always sat. The tree leaves fell every day and they cushioned her fall. She instantly scrambled up but before she could get up a pair of booted feet landed in front of her. She looked up and in the glow of the moon, she saw Maharaja Arnav Singh Raizada glaring down at her. Completely terrified, she gulped hard.

"What the hell were you up to?"

"Ji?"

"That dance of yours. What the hell were you up to, dancing like that?"

His voice was low and yet all the more furious and dangerous, she recognized. But wait a minute, Khushi thought. What did he have to be so angry for? He might be the Maharaja of Devgarh but he didn't own her. After the way he had behaved these past 2 days, the way he treated her shabbily, she didn't think she owed him any explanations. She was done with being a doormat, she decided.

Slowly standing up, she looked at him for a moment and was terrified; it occurred to her that it might be better to apologize and escape but her sense of righteousness stopped her. She didn't have to be a doormat, she reminded herself.

It never occurred to her that it was the wrong time to assert her independence but Khushi was anything but rational. Turning her back on him indifferently, Khushi slowly took a step away from him.

In the next moment, her arm was wrenched in a punishing grip and she was jerked around to face the spitting fury in his eyes. She gasped at that look while he stared at her, a nerve ticking in his jaw. He spoke through clenched teeth,

"Do you realize that nearly every damn man there was mentally imagining if you will be just as passionate and wild as your dance suggested? That given a chance every man there will jump at the chance to test that theory of their's?"

He shook her in his anger and she struggled to escape his grip. But escape was impossible as he dragged her even closer and kissed her. His lips slanted over hers cruelly and he gave no quarter. In his anger he just wanted to stamp his mark. He kissed her as if there was no tomorrow and this kiss his last ever, angrily and possessively.

Khushi stood still while he kissed her. His arms were steel bands' surrounding her and his wild kiss was frightening her. There was a difference in this kiss compared to the ones earlier although both had been bestowed in anger. Even in her naivet she recognised the latent anger and danger both in his embrace. She started to struggle. He responded by tightening his arms around her even more. Truly scared for herself, Khushi struggled harder.

She whimpered softly in protest while tears ran unchecked down her cheeks.

It was her soft sound of distress that penetrated the haze of anger surrounding his very being; that and the wetness that transferred from her smooth cheeks to his slightly rough ones. What all her struggle and her show of rebellion earlier had not accomplished, her distress and tears did; Arnav's anger drained.

With his anger flowing away, he became aware of her genuine distress and panic, her tears and the tremble of her body in his arms. Arnav was shocked at his own behaviour and instinctively sought to make amends.

His arms gentled around her and he broke off the kiss, softly murmuring,

"Ssshhh…Khushi, it's all right. I didn't mean to scare you. Stop crying please."

He wiped her damp cheeks with his hands and ran his hands over her hair, all the while cradling her close to himself.

"It's ok sweetheart. Please don't cry anymore."

He cradled her face in his hands and lifted her face up to his. In the soft shadows of moonlight, he could see her swollen mouth and wet cheeks. In an effort to make amends, he placed his lips close to hers, almost touching hers and offered another apology.

"Please baby, no more. I don't know what came over me."

The sensation of his lips as he spoke the words almost on her lips touched a chord in hers. She had not responded to his anger but she did to his softness. She let out another shaky breath, feeling strangely comforted. He was her tormentor and he was the one to console her as well.

The sensation of her soft breath over his lips made him move closer. He closed the gap between their mouths and kissed her; this time he kissed her softly and gently. Instantly he drew back a fraction and when she didn't move back, letting her lips remain close to his, he kissed her again.

This time he drew her in his arms and cradled her gently, kissing her lips, her soft cheeks and dainty ears before coming back to her lips again. For some time she remained quiet until his soft kisses started a faint quickening in her blood; a sensation that escalated steadily until she had to respond. Instead of standing quietly she started to kiss him back; tentatively but kissing him back all the same.

When he felt her shy response, he groaned softly. He ran his hands over her slim figure, tangling his hands in her wild curls as they kissed. Without realizing, she leaned in to him until he was completely supporting her before her knees buckled.

Gathering her close he lowered her to the soft leaves, following her as her back leaned against the tree trunk, their kisses continuing. His hands ran over her body possessively, his fingers tangling in the top of her white blouse. He discovered that there was a white string tie at the neckline of her blouse, hidden in the ruffles. His fingers discovered and pulled the string gently, loosening the blouse.

He moved away from her lips to feather kisses down her neck and shoulders. The fingers of one hand gently ran over the front of the blouse that he had just loosened, coaxing the white fabric down by inches while the other hand traced her waist and hips before tangling in her skirt, slowly moving up inch by inch, dragging the material up.

What an update... simply beautiful.
What is this Maharaja is up to... He is out to seduce a innocent girl who doest even know what she is doing. I hope she stops him in time as he seems like at the moment is only using her just because she belongs to a Gypsy tribe...it might change later and he starts to care for her.
Arnav was furiously angry with her for dancing with so much passion...he is a bit possessive about her but he is not thinking straight is he? And confusing us in a bargain.
Amazing story can't tell you enough how talented you are, I am enjoying this one so much.
I want more people to read this wonderful story.
Thanks for the PM and update.

thkxx for the PM.. Arnav was his usual jealous and possessive self... I hope Khushi regains her senses before Arnav completely seduces her

Yes! Loved the update.

Nyc update...please update today only...plz...