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An OS from Charlie and her Angels... Janet.Das, romantic.chick, --nargis-- and -rushtrip-
"Andheri Raat"...
Arnav opened his eyes and took a deep breath. This wasn't the time to break down. He needed to get to her. She had to be fine. He knew that she had to be fine. She was a fighter. Nothing ever got her down. He summoned all his strength and sprinted back to his car, her broken bangle clenched in his bleeding fist. Two minutes into the drive as he sped down the path the ambulance had taken earlier, a flash of yellow caught his eye at the side of the road and he slammed his foot on the brakes, almost toppling the car.
Khushi almost fell off the bench that she was seated on when she heard the loud screeching of the tyres. Looking up, she saw the familiar white SUV skid rashly to a halt a few feet away from the tea shop where she sat. She saw a flash of grey dash out of the car and suddenly she was being crushed into Arnav's chest, her feet lifted off the floor. She was about to tell him that she couldn't breathe when he let go of her just as suddenly. She winced when her twisted ankle landed on the ground unceremoniously.
Arnav was holding her at arm's length, his fingers digging into her shoulders painfully. He was breathing heavily, the look of relief in his eyes rapidly changing to one of fury.
"Who the hell do you think you are Khushi Kumari Gupta?!" he rasped, shaking her "Kitni baar tumse ek hi baat kehna padega? Phone ghar pe chodke iss tarah tum.." he broke off, glaring at her.. "Tum ghee lene aayi thi na? Ya NK ke saath chai peene? Wahaa sab tumhaare liye pareshaan hai aur tum beech sadak baithke chai pi rahi ho? Phone ghar pe kyu choda hai tumne? Taaki koi tumhe aur NK ko disturb na kare? If you just wanted to go out with him, sabse jhoot bolne ki zaroorat thi? Agar itna hi shauk tha uske saath.."
"Bas kijiye Arnavji" shouted Khushi, pushing at his chest with all her might, forgetting the sharp pain in her throbbing ankle. "Aap samajhte kya hai apne aap ko? Aapko kabhi kuch hosh bhi hota hai ki aap kya bolte rehte hai? Nanheji dikhaayi de rahe hai aapko kahi? Gaadi kharaab ho gayi thi aur hum yahaa tak chalke aaye they auto lene aur aate waqt humaara peir phisal gaya.. Issliye hume yahaa bithaake nanheji ghee lene gaye hai.. Hum yahaa baithke chai nahi pi rahe, unka intezaar kar rahe hai.. woh Happyji ke saath aate hi honge"
They glared at each other, breathing heavily, fury emanating from both their eyes.
Arnav closed his eyes briefly and tried to calm his nerves. The relief when he finally had Khushi in his arms was almost disarming. Then, the fury took over again. For making him go through hell for those few minutes when he thought he had lost her. It almost turned into a need to hurt her when he saw her sitting nonchalantly there while he was dying a thousand deaths.
Taking a deep breath, Arnav opened his eyes "Whatever. Abhi chalo. I'll send someone for the car." He turned and started to walk off.
"Hum nahi aayenge"
Arnav stopped and turned around. "Khush, don't test my patience. Chupchaap aake gaadi mei baitho."
"Humne aapko yahaa nahi bulaya. Aap jaayiye. Hum aa jayenge."
Arnav clenched his fists and took a step towards her "Tum iss waqt akele yaha sadak pe baithogi? NK toh idiot hai hi, tumhe bhi koi hosh nahi hai"
Khushi raised her eyes defiantly to look into his "Sambhalke Arnavji" she said softly "Varna hume lagega ki aapko humaari chinta hai"
Arnav and Khushi stared at each other for a long moment, various emotions flitting through their eyes.
Arnav stepped closer to Khushi and almost whispered, "Let's play these games later, Khushi. We're going home now" Grabbing her wrist, he turned to pull her along and stopped dead when he heard her yelp in pain. He turned around to see her flinching her arm where he was holding her ' a deep cut showing with a small piece of her bangle still stuck there. "What the'" started Arnav only to notice her limping, lifting her right ankle off the floor.
Turning around fully, his eyes and voice laced with concern, he gently held her shoulders "Khushi..? Khushi kya hua tumhe?"
He swallowed when he saw her lift her eyes, trying to fight tears of pain. "Khushi ruko" he said softly, before lifting her into his arms carefully. Walking over to the car, he used his hand under her shoulder to open the passenger door and gently put her on the seat.
"Arnavji hum.."
"Shhh" he said, gently pushing her back into the seat and squatting just outside the door, He took her ankle onto his bent knee and froze just as he held it between his palms. He felt her feet stiffen along with her entire body. Remorsefully, he raised his eyes to meet hers. As they remembered the last time they were in this position and what followed, he could feel in his heart the pain that was reflecting in her eyes.
The elephant in the room, the elephant in their lives. That unfulfilled kiss. His cowardliness. Her heartbreak. Everything just flowed between them in waves in those moments. Arnav looked into Khushi's eyes, mustering all the sincerity and pain and care and love that he could and jerked her ankle back, holding on tighter as she gasped aloud at the unexpected pain.
Carefully placing her foot back into the car, he got up slowly, without breaking eye contact and lifted her hand into his.
The small piece of orange glass was wedged firmly in the soft flesh of her palm. Arnav felt a stab of pain as he watched the red swollen flesh around the wound that she had been unsuccessfully been trying to hold down with her dupatta.
He looked up from the wound into her questioning eyes, staring at him through the film of tears that had erupted. And before she could react to what he was doing, he slowly bent to touch his lips to the wound, swiftly sucking out the glass in one smooth movement.
His eyes never left her face, as he watched in fascination the questions in her eyes turn to surprise, and then shock as his lips touched her warm skin. He watched with pleasure her pupils dilate as she registered the soft touch of his lips on her sensitive palm.
With the glass removed, blood gushed from the open wound, that he immediately stemmed with his handkerchief, dabbing her palm softly. They both were transported back to the mandir where he had followed her just a few months ago, bandaging her cut finger as they stood in the open courtyard amid the chantings.
It was also the day that they had vowed never to meet or cross each other's paths again. Obviously Devi Maaiya had other plans, Khushi groaned, as she recalled those painful days of watching him with Lavanya and putting up a brave front, trying to forget the humiliation that she had been subjected to that DIwali night.
Khushi shut her eyes, to blank out the painful memories. No, she told herself once again. She will not remember those days. She will not be weak again and succumb to his charms. She will not '.
All thoughts and sanity were out of her mind in a flash as she felt his lips on her palm once again. She turned sharply towards the door where he knelt besides her planting soft kisses on her palm, as if trying to erase the pain that it was causing her.
Khushi watched fascinated as he gently continued to kiss her palm, and slowly moved up to kiss her wrist now. She felt her other hand reach out to touch his bent head, which was engrossed in awakening a series of shivers up and down her spine. Feeling her hand on his head, Arnav stalled what he was doing and looked up towards her glazed eyes. As if taking a decision, he stood and gently but firmly pulled her up, out of the seat towards himself. The cool night air felt good on her heated flesh and Khushi shivered in anticipation.
He held her upright between himself and the door frame as slowly he leaned forward towards her. She felt one strong hand go around her waist holding her steady, while the other reached up to tuck a wayward tress behind her ear.
Khushi pulled in a ragged breath as his fingers touched her ear. She instinctively turned her face up towards his wanting to feel his touch against her lips.
As his face loomed closer, she recalled how he had held her head in his palms, brushing the wayward strands of hair as he had he parted his lips and stared with desire filled eyes at hers, which were parted and parched for him, much like today. She felt the need rise in her again, the way it had that night. the way she had been shown the doors of heaven only to fall to the earth with a thud. How, he had hurt her that night and the pain in her wrist, in her ankle was a reminiscent of that night. Outside, everyone was bursting crackers and inside her being was bursting at seams, in pain, in rejection. She had watched him go and propose to Lavanya minutes after he had almost kissed her.
She jerked back, but in turn put weight on her bad foot and yelped. Arnav immediately steadied her, and then left her seated on the passenger seat. Not again, her mind was about to scream when she saw him open the back door and come to her, pick her up and placed her on the back seat, saying, "Shift in Khushi, I don't want you to put any weight on that foot, sit back against the far side and let me have a look at that ankle." she shifted in the dark recess of the back seat, the darkened interiors with the dark windows created a cocoon, that enveloped them both. He stood outside the car, her legs facing him, the ankle swollen and then he saw the payal.
That payal which he had kept with him, the payal that he had returned to her was now restricting her ankle as it was swollen. He held the payal lightly, only slightly brushing his fingers against her ankle as he twisted it to find the clasp. He then removed it gingerly as every moment caused his palm to hurt as well. But he steadfastly kept at it till he undid the payal and handed it to her for safe keeping. Not having her bag with her, she gave it back to him and he pocketed it. She always left something of hers with him. As he looked at her foot which was swollen and suddenly he put his lips against the ankle, letting his palm hold the heel. He then slowly traced the curve of her calf through her churidaar and traveled up. He placed his knee on the floor of the car and bent inside as he found one delicate vein on her foot.
Khushi winced and muttered, "Arnavji, ye kya kar rahe hain?"
"I am just kissing it better, what else'." he hoarsely replied looking straight into her eyes.
"Aap rehne'" Khushi tried to take her foot away when he kissed her once again. Just when she thought he would let go, he did but only to get inside the car and close the door behind him. Now there was complete darkness the overhead light in the car also switched off and only one shaft came through the windscreen from a distant streetlamp the was yellow and murky on an otherwise lonely road.
"Khushi'" He muttered, "tumhein and here se darr lagta hai na' but don't worry I am here with you' I will always be with you' just don't ever leave me' " he started an incoherent speech as she sat at the edge of the seat and held her hands in his, the light falling on his eyes dimly but illuminating the emotions that shone through to her. Khushi moved forward, but he stalled her by saying, "Mujhe farak padta agar tum na ho ton' agar tumhein kuch ho jaata ton' " he started only to stop with a muffled oath and he gathered her in his arms.
Now it seemed the dam of emotion that he had held in check was going to overflow. He rained kisses on her forehead, her hair, her eyes, her cheeks only to stop when he reached her lips, look deeply into her eyes and said, "I have been wanting to do this since'" before he closed the gap between their lips.
Khushi felt bliss, calm despite the raging storm within her. Peace despite an avalanche breaking in her of emotions, of feelings, of needs that she did not know existed till his lips met hers. She was pliant, responsive, giving back as much as she received. She kissed him back, lips against lips, tongues dancing in unison, tasting, nipping the very essence of themselves and each other. They were hungry, insatiable and Arnav let her go reluctantly only to draw a ragged breath in his oxygen deprived lungs before he kissed her neck. His hands roamed on her back, removing the dori and finding the zip which he pulled down before he let his hands feel the softness of her satiny skin of her back, the slight curve of her waist as he explored her underneath her clothes.
Khushi moaned. She was melting against the onslaught of heat he was infusing in her. She did not know if she had any strength in her to move her arms other than to do what he wanted her to do. She ran her hands on his face, tracing his brows, the curve of his cheekbones, the squareness of his jawline finally to his ear which somehow held certain fascination for her. She traced the ear with precision that would be worth of a doctor but there was nothing clinical about the touch. She was evoking a need that wound like a tight spring with each stroke of her fingers.
Arnav traced with his lips the neckline only to dip to the curve of her breasts. He pushed aside the shoulder of her dress to reveal a lissom bosom with a perked up nipple waiting to be devoured. He slid his tongue around the mound and captured the bud in his mouth, his tongue laving it with gentleness that he was far from feeling. He was feeling rage, rage of desire that threatened to engulf him. He wanted to kiss her senseless to make her reach where he was already. He pulled her closer and arched her back to gain more access. Just then they heard a rap on the window.
Just as Arnav heard the rapping on the window...the first words out of his mouth were "What the...!!" Hearing the tapping and his expletive, Khushi shot up in Arnav's lap, embarrassed at being found in such a position. Her khameez was hanging at her waist, her breasts bare and reddened and swollen from Arnav's earlier ministrations. Oh such ecstasy, like one she had never experienced before. It was so easy to get lost in such sweet memory, but right now she forced her self to reality, as sheer panic sunk in at the continued rapping on the window. Khushi heard the rereated tapping, and almost screamed, but luckily Arnav had guessed her reaction, and smothered her lips with his own to drown the sounds of her scream, and to revel in one last kiss before the outside world intruded on their little heaven. Breaking from the kiss and motioning her to be quiet, he helped her put her khameez back on, straightened her hair back into place, and prepare themselves for the onslaught of questions that will soon be directed to them.
He laid her back down on the seat, and asked her to feign fainting, and he would explain to all and sundry that he was lying her down on the seat. Taking a deep breath and giving Khushi one last wink, he opened the door only find NK in his face with Happy Ji leering on close behind. He stepped away from the car, gave a haughty stare at NK, and asked what all the ruckus was about? NK asked what he was doing here, and "where is Khushi Ji?" Arnav continued to stew at NK for interrupting what was the best night of his life, and growled a response saying, "You idiot, you left a hurt Khushi alone on the roadside. She was hurt and crying when I found her, and she fainted!" "But luckily, I came in time to find her, and I have just laid her down in the car." What took you so long to get the ghee?" "Where were you, and how can you leave her by herself?"
"Nannav...Nannav...I told her...but she...oh my GOD...is she Ok?" NK began to panic and go towards the back seat, but Arnav was able to stop him. Arnav reigned over the situation, calling out orders with full authority. He asked Happy ji to take NK to RM, where they needed the ghee to complete the Havan, and he would take Khushi to see a doctor to make sure that she is ok.
Having no choice in the matter, NK and Happy Ji head off towards RM. As they pulled out onto the road, Arnav took a deep breath and appreciated his authoritative skills, noting to himself that they do come in handy with others, and not just Khushi!!
He opened the door and peeped in to find Khushi lying so still, that he almost panicked for a minute and jumped to see if she really did faint. As he neared her face, Khushi suddenly sprang up and screamed a "BOO" in his face, leaving him fuming again, while she laughed in his red face. That's for you for saying that Nanhe Ji and I make a good couple. "Hum dono pagal, aur unta hi clumsy, haina?" She feigned full anger, leaving him kicking himself for saying that. Arnav knew he had to diffuse the situation, so eating a mouthful of humble pie he looked at Khushi, held both of his ears with his fingers and mouth the words "Sorry!" Unable to see him in such a position, she retrieved his hands in hers and kissed him full on the lips, showing him how much she cares for him and his harsh words!!
Enjoy!!😉
--In the still of the night-- from Dirty Dancing!!😉
In the still of the night
I held you
Held you tight
'Cause I love
Love you so
Promise I'll never
Let you go
In the still of the night
I remember
That night in May
The stars were bright above
I'll hope and I'll pray
To keep your precious love
Well before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night
(In the still of the night)
So before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night
(In the still of the night)
In the still of the night
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtkR3sFaZAc[/YOUTUBE]
"Andheri Raat"...
Arnav opened his eyes and took a deep breath. This wasn't the time to break down. He needed to get to her. She had to be fine. He knew that she had to be fine. She was a fighter. Nothing ever got her down. He summoned all his strength and sprinted back to his car, her broken bangle clenched in his bleeding fist. Two minutes into the drive as he sped down the path the ambulance had taken earlier, a flash of yellow caught his eye at the side of the road and he slammed his foot on the brakes, almost toppling the car.
Khushi almost fell off the bench that she was seated on when she heard the loud screeching of the tyres. Looking up, she saw the familiar white SUV skid rashly to a halt a few feet away from the tea shop where she sat. She saw a flash of grey dash out of the car and suddenly she was being crushed into Arnav's chest, her feet lifted off the floor. She was about to tell him that she couldn't breathe when he let go of her just as suddenly. She winced when her twisted ankle landed on the ground unceremoniously.
Arnav was holding her at arm's length, his fingers digging into her shoulders painfully. He was breathing heavily, the look of relief in his eyes rapidly changing to one of fury.
"Who the hell do you think you are Khushi Kumari Gupta?!" he rasped, shaking her "Kitni baar tumse ek hi baat kehna padega? Phone ghar pe chodke iss tarah tum.." he broke off, glaring at her.. "Tum ghee lene aayi thi na? Ya NK ke saath chai peene? Wahaa sab tumhaare liye pareshaan hai aur tum beech sadak baithke chai pi rahi ho? Phone ghar pe kyu choda hai tumne? Taaki koi tumhe aur NK ko disturb na kare? If you just wanted to go out with him, sabse jhoot bolne ki zaroorat thi? Agar itna hi shauk tha uske saath.."
"Bas kijiye Arnavji" shouted Khushi, pushing at his chest with all her might, forgetting the sharp pain in her throbbing ankle. "Aap samajhte kya hai apne aap ko? Aapko kabhi kuch hosh bhi hota hai ki aap kya bolte rehte hai? Nanheji dikhaayi de rahe hai aapko kahi? Gaadi kharaab ho gayi thi aur hum yahaa tak chalke aaye they auto lene aur aate waqt humaara peir phisal gaya.. Issliye hume yahaa bithaake nanheji ghee lene gaye hai.. Hum yahaa baithke chai nahi pi rahe, unka intezaar kar rahe hai.. woh Happyji ke saath aate hi honge"
They glared at each other, breathing heavily, fury emanating from both their eyes.
Arnav closed his eyes briefly and tried to calm his nerves. The relief when he finally had Khushi in his arms was almost disarming. Then, the fury took over again. For making him go through hell for those few minutes when he thought he had lost her. It almost turned into a need to hurt her when he saw her sitting nonchalantly there while he was dying a thousand deaths.
Taking a deep breath, Arnav opened his eyes "Whatever. Abhi chalo. I'll send someone for the car." He turned and started to walk off.
"Hum nahi aayenge"
Arnav stopped and turned around. "Khush, don't test my patience. Chupchaap aake gaadi mei baitho."
"Humne aapko yahaa nahi bulaya. Aap jaayiye. Hum aa jayenge."
Arnav clenched his fists and took a step towards her "Tum iss waqt akele yaha sadak pe baithogi? NK toh idiot hai hi, tumhe bhi koi hosh nahi hai"
Khushi raised her eyes defiantly to look into his "Sambhalke Arnavji" she said softly "Varna hume lagega ki aapko humaari chinta hai"
Arnav and Khushi stared at each other for a long moment, various emotions flitting through their eyes.
Arnav stepped closer to Khushi and almost whispered, "Let's play these games later, Khushi. We're going home now" Grabbing her wrist, he turned to pull her along and stopped dead when he heard her yelp in pain. He turned around to see her flinching her arm where he was holding her ' a deep cut showing with a small piece of her bangle still stuck there. "What the'" started Arnav only to notice her limping, lifting her right ankle off the floor.
Turning around fully, his eyes and voice laced with concern, he gently held her shoulders "Khushi..? Khushi kya hua tumhe?"
He swallowed when he saw her lift her eyes, trying to fight tears of pain. "Khushi ruko" he said softly, before lifting her into his arms carefully. Walking over to the car, he used his hand under her shoulder to open the passenger door and gently put her on the seat.
"Arnavji hum.."
"Shhh" he said, gently pushing her back into the seat and squatting just outside the door, He took her ankle onto his bent knee and froze just as he held it between his palms. He felt her feet stiffen along with her entire body. Remorsefully, he raised his eyes to meet hers. As they remembered the last time they were in this position and what followed, he could feel in his heart the pain that was reflecting in her eyes.
The elephant in the room, the elephant in their lives. That unfulfilled kiss. His cowardliness. Her heartbreak. Everything just flowed between them in waves in those moments. Arnav looked into Khushi's eyes, mustering all the sincerity and pain and care and love that he could and jerked her ankle back, holding on tighter as she gasped aloud at the unexpected pain.
Carefully placing her foot back into the car, he got up slowly, without breaking eye contact and lifted her hand into his.
The small piece of orange glass was wedged firmly in the soft flesh of her palm. Arnav felt a stab of pain as he watched the red swollen flesh around the wound that she had been unsuccessfully been trying to hold down with her dupatta.
He looked up from the wound into her questioning eyes, staring at him through the film of tears that had erupted. And before she could react to what he was doing, he slowly bent to touch his lips to the wound, swiftly sucking out the glass in one smooth movement.
His eyes never left her face, as he watched in fascination the questions in her eyes turn to surprise, and then shock as his lips touched her warm skin. He watched with pleasure her pupils dilate as she registered the soft touch of his lips on her sensitive palm.
With the glass removed, blood gushed from the open wound, that he immediately stemmed with his handkerchief, dabbing her palm softly. They both were transported back to the mandir where he had followed her just a few months ago, bandaging her cut finger as they stood in the open courtyard amid the chantings.
It was also the day that they had vowed never to meet or cross each other's paths again. Obviously Devi Maaiya had other plans, Khushi groaned, as she recalled those painful days of watching him with Lavanya and putting up a brave front, trying to forget the humiliation that she had been subjected to that DIwali night.
Khushi shut her eyes, to blank out the painful memories. No, she told herself once again. She will not remember those days. She will not be weak again and succumb to his charms. She will not '.
All thoughts and sanity were out of her mind in a flash as she felt his lips on her palm once again. She turned sharply towards the door where he knelt besides her planting soft kisses on her palm, as if trying to erase the pain that it was causing her.
Khushi watched fascinated as he gently continued to kiss her palm, and slowly moved up to kiss her wrist now. She felt her other hand reach out to touch his bent head, which was engrossed in awakening a series of shivers up and down her spine. Feeling her hand on his head, Arnav stalled what he was doing and looked up towards her glazed eyes. As if taking a decision, he stood and gently but firmly pulled her up, out of the seat towards himself. The cool night air felt good on her heated flesh and Khushi shivered in anticipation.
He held her upright between himself and the door frame as slowly he leaned forward towards her. She felt one strong hand go around her waist holding her steady, while the other reached up to tuck a wayward tress behind her ear.
Khushi pulled in a ragged breath as his fingers touched her ear. She instinctively turned her face up towards his wanting to feel his touch against her lips.
As his face loomed closer, she recalled how he had held her head in his palms, brushing the wayward strands of hair as he had he parted his lips and stared with desire filled eyes at hers, which were parted and parched for him, much like today. She felt the need rise in her again, the way it had that night. the way she had been shown the doors of heaven only to fall to the earth with a thud. How, he had hurt her that night and the pain in her wrist, in her ankle was a reminiscent of that night. Outside, everyone was bursting crackers and inside her being was bursting at seams, in pain, in rejection. She had watched him go and propose to Lavanya minutes after he had almost kissed her.
She jerked back, but in turn put weight on her bad foot and yelped. Arnav immediately steadied her, and then left her seated on the passenger seat. Not again, her mind was about to scream when she saw him open the back door and come to her, pick her up and placed her on the back seat, saying, "Shift in Khushi, I don't want you to put any weight on that foot, sit back against the far side and let me have a look at that ankle." she shifted in the dark recess of the back seat, the darkened interiors with the dark windows created a cocoon, that enveloped them both. He stood outside the car, her legs facing him, the ankle swollen and then he saw the payal.
That payal which he had kept with him, the payal that he had returned to her was now restricting her ankle as it was swollen. He held the payal lightly, only slightly brushing his fingers against her ankle as he twisted it to find the clasp. He then removed it gingerly as every moment caused his palm to hurt as well. But he steadfastly kept at it till he undid the payal and handed it to her for safe keeping. Not having her bag with her, she gave it back to him and he pocketed it. She always left something of hers with him. As he looked at her foot which was swollen and suddenly he put his lips against the ankle, letting his palm hold the heel. He then slowly traced the curve of her calf through her churidaar and traveled up. He placed his knee on the floor of the car and bent inside as he found one delicate vein on her foot.
Khushi winced and muttered, "Arnavji, ye kya kar rahe hain?"
"I am just kissing it better, what else'." he hoarsely replied looking straight into her eyes.
"Aap rehne'" Khushi tried to take her foot away when he kissed her once again. Just when she thought he would let go, he did but only to get inside the car and close the door behind him. Now there was complete darkness the overhead light in the car also switched off and only one shaft came through the windscreen from a distant streetlamp the was yellow and murky on an otherwise lonely road.
"Khushi'" He muttered, "tumhein and here se darr lagta hai na' but don't worry I am here with you' I will always be with you' just don't ever leave me' " he started an incoherent speech as she sat at the edge of the seat and held her hands in his, the light falling on his eyes dimly but illuminating the emotions that shone through to her. Khushi moved forward, but he stalled her by saying, "Mujhe farak padta agar tum na ho ton' agar tumhein kuch ho jaata ton' " he started only to stop with a muffled oath and he gathered her in his arms.
Now it seemed the dam of emotion that he had held in check was going to overflow. He rained kisses on her forehead, her hair, her eyes, her cheeks only to stop when he reached her lips, look deeply into her eyes and said, "I have been wanting to do this since'" before he closed the gap between their lips.
Khushi felt bliss, calm despite the raging storm within her. Peace despite an avalanche breaking in her of emotions, of feelings, of needs that she did not know existed till his lips met hers. She was pliant, responsive, giving back as much as she received. She kissed him back, lips against lips, tongues dancing in unison, tasting, nipping the very essence of themselves and each other. They were hungry, insatiable and Arnav let her go reluctantly only to draw a ragged breath in his oxygen deprived lungs before he kissed her neck. His hands roamed on her back, removing the dori and finding the zip which he pulled down before he let his hands feel the softness of her satiny skin of her back, the slight curve of her waist as he explored her underneath her clothes.
Khushi moaned. She was melting against the onslaught of heat he was infusing in her. She did not know if she had any strength in her to move her arms other than to do what he wanted her to do. She ran her hands on his face, tracing his brows, the curve of his cheekbones, the squareness of his jawline finally to his ear which somehow held certain fascination for her. She traced the ear with precision that would be worth of a doctor but there was nothing clinical about the touch. She was evoking a need that wound like a tight spring with each stroke of her fingers.
Arnav traced with his lips the neckline only to dip to the curve of her breasts. He pushed aside the shoulder of her dress to reveal a lissom bosom with a perked up nipple waiting to be devoured. He slid his tongue around the mound and captured the bud in his mouth, his tongue laving it with gentleness that he was far from feeling. He was feeling rage, rage of desire that threatened to engulf him. He wanted to kiss her senseless to make her reach where he was already. He pulled her closer and arched her back to gain more access. Just then they heard a rap on the window.
Just as Arnav heard the rapping on the window...the first words out of his mouth were "What the...!!" Hearing the tapping and his expletive, Khushi shot up in Arnav's lap, embarrassed at being found in such a position. Her khameez was hanging at her waist, her breasts bare and reddened and swollen from Arnav's earlier ministrations. Oh such ecstasy, like one she had never experienced before. It was so easy to get lost in such sweet memory, but right now she forced her self to reality, as sheer panic sunk in at the continued rapping on the window. Khushi heard the rereated tapping, and almost screamed, but luckily Arnav had guessed her reaction, and smothered her lips with his own to drown the sounds of her scream, and to revel in one last kiss before the outside world intruded on their little heaven. Breaking from the kiss and motioning her to be quiet, he helped her put her khameez back on, straightened her hair back into place, and prepare themselves for the onslaught of questions that will soon be directed to them.
He laid her back down on the seat, and asked her to feign fainting, and he would explain to all and sundry that he was lying her down on the seat. Taking a deep breath and giving Khushi one last wink, he opened the door only find NK in his face with Happy Ji leering on close behind. He stepped away from the car, gave a haughty stare at NK, and asked what all the ruckus was about? NK asked what he was doing here, and "where is Khushi Ji?" Arnav continued to stew at NK for interrupting what was the best night of his life, and growled a response saying, "You idiot, you left a hurt Khushi alone on the roadside. She was hurt and crying when I found her, and she fainted!" "But luckily, I came in time to find her, and I have just laid her down in the car." What took you so long to get the ghee?" "Where were you, and how can you leave her by herself?"
"Nannav...Nannav...I told her...but she...oh my GOD...is she Ok?" NK began to panic and go towards the back seat, but Arnav was able to stop him. Arnav reigned over the situation, calling out orders with full authority. He asked Happy ji to take NK to RM, where they needed the ghee to complete the Havan, and he would take Khushi to see a doctor to make sure that she is ok.
Having no choice in the matter, NK and Happy Ji head off towards RM. As they pulled out onto the road, Arnav took a deep breath and appreciated his authoritative skills, noting to himself that they do come in handy with others, and not just Khushi!!
He opened the door and peeped in to find Khushi lying so still, that he almost panicked for a minute and jumped to see if she really did faint. As he neared her face, Khushi suddenly sprang up and screamed a "BOO" in his face, leaving him fuming again, while she laughed in his red face. That's for you for saying that Nanhe Ji and I make a good couple. "Hum dono pagal, aur unta hi clumsy, haina?" She feigned full anger, leaving him kicking himself for saying that. Arnav knew he had to diffuse the situation, so eating a mouthful of humble pie he looked at Khushi, held both of his ears with his fingers and mouth the words "Sorry!" Unable to see him in such a position, she retrieved his hands in hers and kissed him full on the lips, showing him how much she cares for him and his harsh words!!
Enjoy!!😉
--In the still of the night-- from Dirty Dancing!!😉
In the still of the night
I held you
Held you tight
'Cause I love
Love you so
Promise I'll never
Let you go
In the still of the night
I remember
That night in May
The stars were bright above
I'll hope and I'll pray
To keep your precious love
Well before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night
(In the still of the night)
So before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night
(In the still of the night)
In the still of the night
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