A THING CALLED LOVE :(1-39)PART49 IN NEW THREAD - Page 74

ARnav turns to Khushi and smiles.

"Khushi! Dear. Mrs Gomez will be with you, all time. She will be staying outside."

"Also get ready soon, I am famished. Need to eat.

Has been a long day."

Khushi is expressionless. She is a bit confused to see Arnav suddenly talk so much.

BUT

She is deeply disturbed at Arnav referring her as " Miss Gupta" .

She drowns into deep thought. But looks at Mr Mehta and nods to say bye as he was about to leave.

Khushi starts to think again, looking outside the window and into the ocean up front.

And what was so important that Mr Mehta wanted to tell her right now? And also not letting Arnav know of it.

Arnav paces in the room and looks at Khushi to be a bit unmindful.

"Khushi?"

She tries to think. But hearing Arnav call her name, she stops.

She feels him approaching from behind. Her entire body becomes alert and aware. From the tip of her finger to the tip of her toe, everything concentrates on the warmth approaching from the following.  She closes her eyes just with anticipation and linger.

Arnav breaths down on her neck.

Embraces her from behind and lay a soft kiss on her hair from the back.

He slides his arms around her and cuddles her in him.

He holds her deep into his chest and presses her soothingly on himself.

Khushi loose every last thread of the thought process and starts to float. Deep into his embrace.

He turns her around and slowly slides her forwards, on the glass window, overlooking the ocean.

Her skin gathers goose bumps and her frail fabric of the shawl fall off from her shoulder. It trips and turns and falls off, on her feet.

Her skin , from underneath the pale white chiffon top taunts Arnav with ease, it mocks and mocks a bit more.

Khushi almost glitters in the setting sunrays. Her hair catches the color of amber.

Her skin glows. Some skin peek from the ripped fabric from her both shoulder.

Inviting, enticing and warm.

Arnav swallows a deep, deep gulp. His nerves become rough and breathing ragged.

He glides his hand on the glass, shivering up a bit at the cold air touching.

He cracks open the window a bit more and let the air in, to tremor her thin figure lying against him.

 .

He pushes her a bit more towards the gap and balances her in between the glass and himself.

She turns her head and looks at him with her whole heart.

Arnav looks back piercing into her eyes and she slips a bit forward.

Her hand becomes strained and strong against his shirt.

She holds and pulls herself up a bit up.

Khushi:

"Arnav ji!!

Watch out !!

The window is open!!"

Oh I am tripping. !!"

She is a bit shaken but as the same time equally amazed at his dazed stare on her.

She keeps her stare lingering on him and tries to absorb each of his longing glances, darting upon her.

She keeps her grab steady on his shirt.

Arnav:

"You don't trust me?"

Khushi is loosely held by Arnav, from the back. His arms around her waist, palms on her waist, his whole body softly pressing on hers.

Khushi is in between him and the open long window.

The ocean mist is making the glass plane a bit vague.

Arnav tries his attempt again, just to test its influence on her.

He opens his curved lips and utters:

"You don't trust me?"

"JAAN?"

BUT

This time, there was a reaction, other than the car's.

Something potent, lethal and lustful.

Arnav  was so not prepared for what was coming:

Arnav can feel her pulses move, her breathing getting halted with each of his new stroke.

Her soft smell of perfume.

And mostly the intoxicating aura of the red sunset on her glowing skin.

Khushi smiles and takes a deep exhale and puts her hands on his.

She traces his hands with her fingers and then tenderly turns towards him in a smooth flow.

She is joyful.

Looks directly in his eyes. And then brings her hands on his chest.

She slightly tugs away and then makes a soft push on his chest and lowers her backwards towards the open window.

Her hair catches the wind.

Each tiny morsel, each tiny hairline shimmers and shines under the amber rays. The shimmering dark serpent like hair flies under the misty breeze.

With the cold wind, Khushi's body relaxes and eases in more into his arms.

With the cold wind, Arnav's body tenses and strains, fascinated more into her arms

.

Arnav misses couple of beats. He stays mesmerized. The hold on his arms gets a bit loose from her waist.

Khushi drops another inch towards the open window. Her head hanging a bit more outwards.

Khushi starts to shiver a bit.

Arnav starts to sweat a bit.

Now her entire body is supported by the half open window and the air in-between.

Arnav looses all train of thoughts. The angelic beauty in front of him takes him elsewhere. Her hands slides up on his face and caresses him. Her fingers runs through his hair and rests limply on his shoulder.

She leans her head more and open his view to her curved lips, soft pale skin, deep, deep eyes, arched structure and bowed neckline.

Only thing his mind reminds him if that he is very very close to heaven and this thing in his hands is not from this galaxy.

The beauty is bewildering, almost to the point of impractical.

Only thing his body reminds him that he has to breath and he has to hold her back, for some unknown reason. And his own survival depends on her, being with her.

He totally ignores the fact that, she is simply supported by his soft grip on her waist.

She smiles a bit more and she then she lets herself go completely.

She smiles a bit more and she then she lets herself go completely.

With an angel like twinkling voice: Khushi laughs and mockingly says:

"Arnav JI!"

"Do you still have any doubts that I trust you or not?"

"If you slide your left hand free, I will fall off directly down. Don't you think?"

"It will be a pleasurable fall, given that we are 55 stories up and directly on the water."

"May be I will fly."

Arnav jolts up as a thunder stricken spirit.

He wakes up.

:  as the inner reflex summons: in the next second he hauls her deep into his arm and crushes her with his hands.

He starts to shake and literally hyperventilate.

Arnav:

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?

WHAT THE HELL!!!

KHUSHI??

ARE YOU INSANE?

I WASN'T ASKING FOR YOU TO PROVE ANYTHING?

I WASN'T THINKING.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I FEEL WHEN YOU LET YOURSELF OUT IN THE OPEN?"

DO YOU KNOW IF I HAVE ANY CONTROL, WHEN YOU SHOW ME YOURSELF LIKE THAT?

DAMN IT KHUSHI !!!!

 ARE YOU CRAZY????    

YOU STUPID FOOL !!!"

Arnav yanks her up and almost throws her on the bed.

He lets go of her hand and she collapses under him, on the bed.

Laughing her heart out, she looks at him with a very contend view.

Giggling and smiling, squinting her eyes.

Khushi:

"UffO!

H A H A 'HA 'HA

What? Why are you getting upset?

You were holding me right?

Then?

How could I fall?

ALSO I was supported by the glass nah?

I was just teasing you?

You should have seen yourself jump up

LOOK'I am ok?

Ohhoo'.look?  

Please Arnav ji!

Chillax 'h ah ah''!!!

I am hungry'.

Umm'hungry'can we go for food?"

Arnav eliminates the gap in a fraction and slams onto her.

Yanks her up directly under him and pounds her on his iron grip.

He holds her wrists on his and pins her down on the soft foam.

He hauls himself upon top of her, splitting the gap in-between.

Khushi moans out in pain.

Arnav:

"NEVER'.I REPEAT     NEVER !!

NEVER TRY TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS,

EVER !!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

AM I CLEAR?

I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF:  IF YOU EVEN EVER THINK OF THIS.

ARE YOU COMPLETELY INSANE?

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

WHAT IF I LOST THE HOLD?

DO YOU EVER THINK BEFORE YOUDO ANYTHING?   "

Khushi is almost teary eyes.

She tries to free her hands and move a bit away.

She nudges and whimpers.  

Khushi:

"Arnav Ji!

You are hurting me.

My hands.

Umm'.Please."

Arnav is again brought to his senses.

He lets go in the next second.

He slumps down beside her , on the bed.

Eyes closed, panting. Nerves of steel rocking against his balled fist.

His chest heaves itself up and he tries to get up.

But he stays at the same place.

His hand is in grip of hers.

He tries to set himself free and takes her wrist, gently in his and lets her hand free.

But he stays at the same place, again.

NOW  she is  grabbing his shirt with both hands.

Arnav:

"Khushi!

Pease let go.

I need to go and change.

I do not wish to talk now.

Let me leave."

Khushi holds him even harder. She grabs his shirt and tugs him on her.

Arnav

" Please Khushi!

Leave it.

Let me go.

Enough !!"

Arnav can feel her hold getting weaker. It's slipping off his cotton shirt.

With a tiny fraction of her slipping grip, his heart starts to dissolve.

He is in pain. It s confusing, tormenting pain.  

Something he never felt, something is not used to.

Her letting him go, her listening to his will, her trying to make him stay, her trying to prove that she trusts him, the attempt of jump and most of all, him being so ignorant of the fact she could have dropped.

HOW COULD HE BE SO CARELESS?

HOW COULD HE NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS GOING ON?

WHAT HAS HIS MIND BECOME?

Arnav gets into deep, conflicting, disagreeing thoughts.

FINALLY:

She lets go.

Arnav feels relieved and at the same time frustrated, that she let him go, under his command and she did not yank him back at her.

He doesn't not look back at her, lying on the bed.

He slowly proceeds to the door. Holds the knob and then leaves the room, closing the door back after him.

Khushi lays back, slumped on the bad.

Sad, sorry and alone.

She sobs a bit by herself, as a person going though sh** all her life, being a trooper, she soon recovers.

Khushi thinks in her head :

": Damn we women! Why can we forget THE crap so easily and forgive so quick?  Why is it so difficult ot be angry on the person we care for?  So soon and so easy?

I was just teasing him and he got upset. So upset that he left me. Why did I have to push him to the edge or breaking?

Uff!! Khushi, when will you understand?

It was too much. But why did he get so upset? I did not drop nah?"

Khushi sees her luggage neatly packed and ready for her.

She opens the box and takes out a kameez. It's the same one that Arnav ripped back in India and she took money for the alteration. Thinking of the fact, she keeps it back. Maybe it will trigger the wrong thoughts.

She then reaches down and brings her favorite out.

It's a red, deep red chiffon with sequin borders. The blouse is red. A pair of red body ear rings with dangling stones.  

She utters:

 "Hmm, Mr Raizada! Let me put your favorite color on, you cannot remain angry with me forever, can you?"

She wipes away her last dry tear and smiles.

She turns around looking at the open window and hurriedly closes it shut.

"Stupid window!

Stupid ocean !

Ufff !! "

She looks at her image in the window and sighs!

She turns around and starts to unzip her top.

The door bangs open.

Arnav is angry and his eyes are shooting at her.

He comes in the room and passes her away.

He goes directly to the window and examines it, only to find that its locked.

Arnav

" Get ready soon!

I have ordered dinner, so it's ready when we go down.

And Mrs Gomez will sleep in your room tonight.

The hotel people will leave a separate carry on bed, she will be here with you tonight.

You are a threat to yourself."

Arnav walks away, closing the door behind.

A very stunned Khushi seats on the stool, in front of the mirror, the zip half opened at back.

Khushi:

"WHAT THE !!!"

She stands up and almost runs to the door after Arnav.

Khushi

" No way!

What do you mean?

I am a "THREAT TO MYSELF?

MRS. GOMEZ SLEEP WITH ME?"

I am not a child.

Arnav Ji!

Enough.

I was just joking. Why will I fall?

You were holding me right?

You are over reacting."

Arnav looks up with a stare and says

"This topic is not up for discussion.

I have stated my decision and that's it.

NOW get ready.

Umm..please?."

He forces himself to calm down and fake a soft smile.

Now Khushi flares up.

She stomps into the kitchen.

Arnav follows.

Arnav:

"what do you think you are doing?"

"what are you looking for?

"and why is your kameez half open?"

"uff, please Khushi, go in your room and change."

Khushi turns to him and says:

" I am not going anywhere. I will stay as I am and I am eating what I get here. You need, not worry.

I have explained myself, pretty well."

She stops and with heightened expression of fake anger, pouts her lips like a goldfish and says:

"This topic is not up for discussion.

I have stated my decision and that's it''

She goes to the cupboard and brings out a pack of popcorn.

She takes 10 minutes, very slowly reading the instruction. Unwraps the plastic wraps and puts it in. presses 2 minutes and stands in front of the micro oven.

After  A MINUTE:

ARNAV AGAIN REALISES, WHY THIS GIRL IS SO ADORING AND WHY HE FELL FOR HER , TO BEGIN WITH'..

He thinks:

"how can a 19 year old still be so mesmerized by a simple bag of popcorn as if it's the ninth wonder of the world?

As if : A huge occurrence taking place in front of her?"

"How can someone be so cute and so seductively ravishing at the same time?"

Khushi is standing glued to the micro oven. With full attention she watches the bag to pop up and then the corn to pop up with an echo.

Each crackle and she gets more focused. Almost counting the number of pops.

Her mouth open and stare glued to the oven.

Her eyes widening up in sheer joy of seeing the pack, pop up.

She pays no attention to his standing right behind her, ogling her bare back.

A very naughty Arnav raises a finger and very gently as a feather touches her back.

Khushi jolts up.

She turns back and says

" umm'.STOP IT.

DON'T EVEN TRY TO TOUCH : MY POP CORN BAG.

ITS  MINE.

I HAVING THIS AS MY DINNER.

I DON'T WANT YOUR PIZZA.

IF YOU want, make your own bag."

Arnav:

"Yes I wanted to touch,

BUT who said I want to touch your POP CORN  bag?"

( He giggles a sweet smirk)

She takes the bag in her hand and starts to march away, pulling the edges mercilessly.

Arnav looks at her and shouts:

"KHUSHI!

WATCH OUT.

YOU WILL BURN YOUR FINGER.

WAIT'..STEAM'."

As expected, Khushi jumps up as the gush of hot air pops out, and the entire bag falls on the ground, pop corn popping all over the carpet.

Swaying her finger in the air.

Khushi nags:

"OUCH!!!!!"

Arnav dives in and takes her finger and starts to suck on it.

Arnav:

"Baby, you ok?

Jaan !!

You alright?

Does it hurt?"

He takes her finger out and takes her to the water, lets the water flow on her hand.

He looks up and tries to read her face.

Her look, it's confusing, flustered AND its red.

Without thinking any more, Arnav cups her in his hand and pulls her in his lap.

He carries her to her bedroom.

Puts her down in front of the sink.

He takes a towel and damps it.

Starts to wipe the dried tear, her cheeks, her pale skin, now red under his touch and under : the warmth of the damp towel.

Khushi stays calm and still under his hold.

She doesn't even move a muscle.

Arnav cups her again and brings her in front of the stool of the dressing table.

He takes another towel and wipes her dry.

Arnav:

"umm..say something, please.

Why are you all quiet?

Anyways'

Is this you were planning to wear?

WOW red?

Hmm..nice color."

Khushi still remains silent and totally numb.

Only the red on her skin, becomes a bit darker.

Her entire face in now pink and the goldfish pout getting sweeter.

Arnav:

" Khushi!  Please,

Ok. I was over reacting.

I was just worried and got really scared. Anyways, let's not do this discussion now.

If the pizza gets cold, you will not like it.

So please, dear get ready."

Seeing her numb and not moving.

He takes her hair in his hand and starts to detangle with the comb.

Arnav:

"umm..How do you do this?

So much?

You do have a lot of hair.

How long does it take you to detangle?

Khushi!

Really?

You will still not talk?

Ok. Then don't talk, I will get you ready by myself.

If I mess up your makeup, then don't get upset over it ok?

Ok ...no Mrs Gomez. alright?

He takes the brush and starts to brush her hair.

Khushi stays still without a word or even a flinch.

After 15 minutes of a more tangled hair, he grabs her make up bag from the suitcase and brings out her khol and mascara.

Arnav:

" Hmm..ok now I can do it nicely.

Why is your kohl not sharpened?

Anyways.

Look up, towards me.

Let me see your eyes.

Khushi, please look up."

Khushi tenderly looks up with big beautiful eyes, full of tears.

She sighs and the tears fall on her cheeks and then on his hand.

Arnav:

"Khushi!

Please.

Please Jaan !! Please.

I do not wish to see any more tears.

Enough. Ok?

I cannot see you in pain.

I know it sounds bizarre, me being the one to hurt you the most, every time I see you, every time you come close.

I am the one who tortures you.

But please, please do not shed another tear.

I am an extremely possessive person.

You know it by now, right?

Don't you know?

I was careless. You were leaning and I got scared. I should have taken better care.

YOU ARE MY RESPONSIBILITY.

I WAS SLACKING.

I DONNO WHAT I DID.

I SEEMED TO BE IN TRANCE AT TIMES, WHEN YOU ARE NEAR ME.

SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME'

I AM JUST NOT ME WHEN YOU ARE AROUND'.

I'.

I am S'O'.R''.."

Khushi keeps looking at him with open eyes, shedding another last tear and then stands up.

She sniffs and looks at him.

Stops him from completing his sentence.

" Arnav ji!

You were asking, if my Kohl is sharpened or not, my sharpener is in the box, will you please sharp it for me?

You will also need to find my blush brush and my bindi, iron my blouse and find me a sandal.

Oh! I will need two safety pins too.

And as you were getting me ready, will you also pleat my saree?"

Blabbering out, she breaks slowly into an : out of control laugh.

Her body shakes up and an even more shaken up Arnav slowly starts to settle down.

Arnav looks at her once more and a slight ray of smile appears.