Khushi and Arnav walked hand in hand
into the living room of the Mansion, only to be taken by surprise to see
Heleena. Apparently she had reached home a few minutes back. The previous day,
she learnt from Lucinda that Antonio had guests in the house. With a few more
questions, she was able to figure out that Arnav and Khushi had come to visit
Greece. She wanted to have her claws on Arnav and had returned home in the very
next plane available. Presently, Heleena descended the stairs wearing a low cut
blouse and a tight short skirt, walking with an exaggerated sway of her hips as
she approached the two of them. She
immediately put herself next to Arnav, despite his arm around Khushi, and
proceeded to flirt outrageously with him. She then pulled Arnav along with her
to the dining table, leaving Khushi all alone, rooted to the spot she stood.
Heleena sat right next to Arnav at the table, and Arnav could not help but stay
quiet. He could not insult Heleena while staying as a guest at her house. Khushi
slowly walked to the table and sat at the vacant chair opposite to Arnav.
Slowly, she looked up at Heleena, and gritted her teeth. It didn't help that
she was gorgeous. So much that she could give any supermodel a run for her
money. Heleena was tall, slender, with dark hair and eyes befitting of her
race. The woman pulled her chair closer to Arnav, and at one point she was sure
that Heleena had moved her hand to his thigh by the angle of her arm next to
him. However, his expression didn't give it away and Khushi started fuming.
Maybe he enjoyed her advances and why not, she was beautiful and as far as Khushi
was concerned, she couldn't compete. If she had any hope about what they had
shared prior, it was all gone.
As the evening wore on, Khushi became
less involved in the conversation. Arnav seemed thoroughly involved with Heleena.
He had barely looked her way since dinner started. It hurt her, more than she
liked to admit. It made her feel that all she was to him was a fill in for a
woman. He kissed her because he could. He kissed her because any woman would
let him, just like how she did, and he knew that. Antonio noticed the various
expressions on their faces and tried to lighten the tensed atmosphere by saying
something funny, but Khushi was barely interested in his talk. Suddenly, she
felt Arnav's leg touch her feet. He ran his leg up, back and forth at her
ankle. She was tempted to look at him, but she was jealous and angry that he
paid attention to Antonio's sister. Also, her emotions were clearly registering
on her face, and she didn't want him to see how deeply rejected she felt. So
instead she paid complete attention to Antonio, who told her more about the
island and how he came to buy it.
After dinner, Antonio asked Arnav to
join him for a drink. Khushi feigned a headache and said she needed to lie
down. She didn't miss the sly smirk that Heleena gave her when she stood up to
leave. Obviously the woman knew that Khushi was no competition to her, and that
just added to her hurt. "I'll walk you up to the room." Arnav said, starting to
rise. "No, I'll be fine." She flicked a look to Heleena, "Don't leave our hosts
on my account." Khushi said with a bit of an edge before she turned and walked
away. "She must be tired. She's been busy since morning" Said Antonio knowing
it wasn't the case. "I guess so." Arnav said staring at the doorway she walked
through. She was upset and he was sure it had something to do with their Antonio's
promiscuous sister. Khushi wasn't used to competing for a man. Not that there
was any competition since he did not think of another woman after he fell in
love with her, but she didn't know that. He put up with Heleena's advances but
he didn't encourage them and he certainly didn't welcome them. He had spent the
entire time through dinner fending off her advances, although it looked
entirely different to Khushi because she wasn't used to Heleena's experience,
and she obviously thought he was ignoring her. The truth was that he couldn't
take his attention off of Heleena for a moment, or she'd have been on his lap
and had his member in her hand if he'd let her, despite her brother being at
the same table. She had attempted to grab his crotch several times under the
table but he'd stopped her with his own hand. Frankly, he was disgusted with
the woman's outrageous behaviour, but he wouldn't cause any scene. He would
definitely set her straight but later, when he got her alone. Unfortunately Khushi
was ignored because of Heleena's actions and Arnav knew she was hurt over it.
Khushi walked straight towards the
bedroom, only to bump into Lucinda on the way. The woman noticed her reddish
eyes. "Are you alright, little one?" she asked Khushi, who just smiled faintly
and nodded her head. "Can I have some wine please, Lucinda?" she asked. Khushi
just wanted to forget about Heleena and Arnav. The more she thought about them,
the more her head hurt. "Sure" Lucinda said in an unsure tone, "I'll bring you
your wine to your bedroom" Khushi thanked her and went straight to the bedroom.
She opened her bag, pulled out her night clothes and went to the bathroom.
Stepping out of her clothes, she switched on the shower and cried standing
under it. "You can't blame Arnav for
being close to Heleena. She is gorgeous, and even if you want to, you can never
be as beautiful as her" her reflection in the large mirror told her. She
hid her face in her hands and wept bitterly. She felt like a complete fool to
think that a man like Arnav would be interested in her, and would love her. He
could have any woman he wanted. She felt weak and vulnerable, and felt severe
pain radiating through her entire body as though her heart had been stabbed
with a stake. Throughout the dinner, Arnav did not even glance at her, and even
when his leg touched her feet, his eyes were on Heleena. He was just playing
with her heart, just like he had played with innumerable women earlier. It felt
as though her world just shattered. She slid against the wall and fell onto the
floor. And hugging herself, she bent forward at the pain that shot through her
at that realization and released an agonizing sob.
A knock on the door made her cup her
mouth to stop herself from making those hiccupping noises as she cried. "I've
brought you the wine you asked for. Shall I leave it on the side table, next to
the bed" Lucinda asked, and Khushi took a deep breath before she answered,
"Yes, Thank you Lucinda" She kept mum until she heard the bedroom door close,
and then bent her head over her knees as she kept sobbing till she felt her
heart lighten. Once she felt that her heart ache was reduced, she turned off
the shower and dried herself. She wore her night clothes and stepped into the
bedroom. Arnav wasn't there yet. "He must
be busy with Heleena in her bed" The annoying voice in her head told her. "I
should have known better than to fall in love with a man who could have any
woman he wanted." She whispered to herself and released a shuddering breath
trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She needed to forget
everything. She picked up the wine bottle and poured a glassful for herself.
Half an hour later, Arnav entered the
bedroom to see Khushi leaning against the headrest of the bed. The half-empty wine
bottle was on the side table. "Arnav?" she slurred as she called out his name. She
squinted her eyes, trying to get rid of her blurry eyesight, to make sure it
was him."Are you drunk?" He asked her as he looked at her struggling to get off
the bed. He stepped forward to hold her by her arm when she was about to trip.
She pulled out of his grasp, "Don't touch me, Arnav." She shot at him. He took
a step back, and then realised what it was all about. "It isn't what you
think." He told her. "You don't know what I think." She was surprised that she
didn't stutter because she was on the verge of tears. "We should talk." He
said, trying to brush off the tear that slipped her eye. She shook her head, "I
don't want to talk to you. Why don't you go and talk to her; to that bitch." Khushi
said venomously, and Arnav gestured her to be a little softer. He helped her
sit on the bed, and locked the bedroom door. He turned to her and knelt in
front of her, resting his palms on her knees. "Honey, I know you felt ignored
at the dinner table. But you need to know better that I don't stray." Cupping
her face, he made her look at him and said, "I love you." She moved his hands
away from her face and looked away from him. He looked at her and knew she wasn't
convinced. He continued, "Moreover, that woman is not my type" She scoffed and
said, "Someone should tell her that!" He cupped her face again and directed her
gaze to his pale green eyes. "I did tell her, as soon as I got her alone" Her
eyes welled up. "You did?" "I did" he spoke. What he didn't tell Khushi was that
Heleena ignored him and started fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. It was
easy to stop her from undressing him and he had pushed her away when she undid
the first button of his shirt. But the hand on his thigh at dinner was a little
more difficult because of the company at the table. No matter how angry he was
getting over it, he didn't want to embarrass her brother. First of all, he didn't
like women who were not constricted with their blatant flirting, and he hated
those who thought they were more desirable than they really were. It presented
as desperation. Not only that, he was head over heels in love with Khushi, and
he felt immune to everyone else.
"Thank you" she whispered to him. She
was inebriated, but was aware of every single word he said. He had told her
that he loved her, and she could see the truth in his eyes. The fact that a man
like Arnav, who had women swooning at his feet, had not touched her without her
consent was something that warmed her heart. She knew she was wrong in thinking
about him cheating on her. Her smile dimmed when she thought of the beautiful
Grecian woman. Arnav noticed her smile fade out, and he immediately tipped her
chin. "You're beautiful to me, Khushi. And none could hold a candle to you." To
get his meaning across, he kissed her forehead. Silence filled the room as they
kept looking into each other's eyes. And then, Khushi spoke up. "Why me, Arnav?
You can have anyone. Why me?" He held her hands in his. "Because I'm
completely, truly, madly, deeply in love with you. And I desire you so much
because I love you from the bottom of my heart." She felt like a wave of
emotions taking over her. Fresh tears welled up in her emerald eyes, and she
wanted to look away from him. She felt guilty about thinking so lowly about
him.
He reached out and cupped her face to
stop her from turning her head away. "I've been dreaming about you. About us..."
Her eyes went back to him in question. "...being together." He elaborated, "It
keeps me up at night. I just can't concentrate when I'm at work, unless I get
worked to the point of passing out" "Arnav..." "I'm not done Khushi, so be
quiet. Let me just say what I have in my heart" he said gently moving his hand
over her cheek. "I've never felt that way about a woman before." She took a
deep breath but matched his stare. She knew that he was the one for her. She
did not care about tomorrow. She just wanted to live in the moment and preserve
those memories for life. "Make me yours tonight." She said softly, looking into
his eyes. He took a deep breath. "I can't, Khushi. And as much as I want to, I
cannot since I promised myself that I'd wait for you till we are married." Her
stomach seemed to be filled with butterflies now and her eyes went to his
mouth. "I don't want to wait anymore Arnav. I want to be yours, in every way."
He knew she was drunk and that it was the wine talking. And just then, she told
him, "It's not the wine, Arnav. I know what I am doing. The wine just helped me
tell you what I feel, without any inhibition." She bent her head and pecked his
lips. He did not move or kiss her back. She cupped his face and brushed her
lips over his again, but did not kiss him. She was coaxing him to kiss her, and
kept teasing him by lightly bringing her lips in contact with his and then
moving away, going back and forth. "Show me how pleasurably wonderful it can be
when a man and woman make love, Arnav"
That did it, and all the control within
him snapped. He cupped her face and held her firmly in place, so that she could
stop teasing him with what she was doing. For a minute, he remained still. He
knew that there was no way he was going to stop. He looked into her eyes that
were dazed with passionate desire. "Kiss me Arnav. Please" she whispered in a
soft breath. He pressed his lips into hers and kissed her deep. She returned
the kiss with equal measure of love. She had perfected the art of kissing him,
and knew what he wanted next. She parted her mouth and he sought the
opportunity of tasting her mouth. She moaned when she felt his tongue flick
against hers, and the mixed taste of wine and scotch caused something to uncoil
within her. He rose from the floor and made her stand along with him. Her hands
slid up under his shirt and pressed against his hard sculpted abdomen. He
slowly stopped kissing her, but did not part from her, and his lips were still
in contact with hers.
"Are you sure about this Khushi?" He murmured
against her mouth. He needed this to be her decision, without him feeling as though
he seduced her. He respected her too much and he didn't want her to think that
he had taken advantage of her drunken state. As it was, the four glasses of
scotch that he drank with Antonio had caused him to stop thinking too much. She
blinked a few times to focus. Her eyes went over his handsome face. She may not
have said the words but she did nod. For Arnav, it was good enough. He bent and
scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, after which he
switched off all the lights, except for the dim lamp. Khushi didn't even
remember having her clothes removed, but she certainly would never forget the
feel of his naked body on hers. He was hard, hot, and surprisingly tender for
how huge he was. His hands and mouth were all over her perfect body. He kissed
every single inch of her, as though he was worshipping her body as a sacred
temple. His stubble tickled her wherever he placed those butterfly kisses, and
she had goose bumps while he was barely pressing his lips into her body, gently
brushing his lips and fanning her soft skin with his warm breath.
He kissed her, caressed her and moved
deliciously against her until she started whispering his name breathlessly. Then
he moved his attention lower... much lower. "Oh God!" Khushi tangled her
fingers in his hair and pulled, while arching off the bed. At first she tried
to get him to stop. She felt embarrassed as he lowered his lips into her
intimate core. But he was persistent and wanted to show her how wonderful it
would be. And after the first feel of his mouth and tongue, that was it! She
was lost. Arnav didn't stop what he was doing until he knew she was ready for
him. She trembled and cried out as she reached her first orgasm. He wasn't done
yet. This was going to be a long night and he was going to taste and touch
every inch of her gorgeous body. He sat back on his heels and moved his eyes
down her naked satiated body with blazing heat before he bent and slid back
over her slowly, seductively. Instantly she started to respond to him again. Then
he lifted himself up and over her, suspending himself above her on his arms.
"Tell me what you want Khushi," he said huskily. "You. I want you, all of you."
she breathed reaching for him. He kissed the crook of her neck, gently suckling
the mole of her neck, conveying to her that he too wanted her. He moved to the
side and reached into the side zip of his travel bag for some protection. He
may have seemed calm and collected, but his hands were shaking when he ripped
the foil, sat back on his heels and put it on. He wanted her so bad that he'd
literally kill to have her. Then he moved back over her taking her mouth under
his, as he settled between her thighs. "Wrap your legs around me," he said against
her mouth. She did. Then he moved forward carefully sinking into her. She
gasped. "Tell me if I hurt you." he rasped, trying to control himself. "No...
it's just... it's different..." she breathed in rapid gusts. He kissed her hard
and long while moving further and further into her.
He was still trembling. Not just with
restraint, but anticipation. He would be her first and he knew that he'd never
look at another woman for the rest of his life. Nothing felt even close to what
he was experiencing now; physically and emotionally. He was thankful that she
was moist from her release because she was so damn tight he doubted he could
fit within her if she wasn't. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her.
He couldn't handle it to see her in pain. Suddenly he felt the barrier and
pushed through it sinking deep within her followed by a groan of unbelievable
satisfaction that rumbled deep from within his chest. Every inch of him pulsed
and shuddered with exquisite pleasure. He arched his back and pushed deeper
unable to get close enough. She whimpered and he lifted his head to look down
at her, but he didn't move again. Khushi could feel his whole body shiver and
knew that he was doing his best to hold back from hurting her. "I'm okay," she
said weakly knowing what he was thinking. It hurt, but there was something else
there too. Somehow having him so close to her, made it all worth it. "Tell me
how it feels," he said with his voice cracking huskily, while moving out of
her, and then back in again. It was easier this time, but she still winced. He
reached down and moved his hand under her bottom to tilt her hips up to get
deeper. That did it. She tilted her head back as something within her seemed to
come alive. "It... it feels... " He moved again, "... Oh Arnav... I can't... " He
grinned and covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep into it to
tangle with hers as he found a slow torturous rhythm that she responded to. He
was tender and patient despite the overpowering urge to claim her roughly. Yet,
there was something about her that made him want to make love to her with all
the patience in the world.
It made everything come into perspective
for him. This is what it was supposed to be like when he made love with a woman
he was in love with. A woman like Khushi. The light of the moon silhouetted
through the blinds and cast a dim blue white glow on the bare skin of the
lovers as they moved as one in a newly discovered realm of ecstasy. Khushi
could feel that pressure building again and she tightened her legs around his
hips. He must've known because he gave her what she was thinking. More...
deeper... harder. She might have even whispered it in his ear. Soon she was
calling out over and over again unable to keep it in. "Open your eyes baby... look
at me." He said roughly while suspending himself on his forearms planted on
either side of her head to reduce friction between their perspired bodies. She
did as he asked and saw his handsome face grow taut through the blur of her own
desire. Then he bent his head and kissed her hard while emitting a deep
visceral groan before bringing his whole muscular body down on her, too slack
to move. Still, he kissed her, tenderly. She finally opened her eyes to see him
staring down at her. Then he reached up and moved her hair off her face, "I
can't even begin to explain how amazing that was. I love you." He said as he bent
his head and kissed her again.
Khushi felt like weeping. She loved him
so much and now she knew that it was her heart that was invested more than his.
She just gave herself to him and it left her completely vulnerable. He seemed to sense her vulnerability,
but misunderstood. "Did I hurt you Khushi?" He asked gently. She shook her
head. It wasn't what he thought. This time tears did fall and she was
embarrassed at her weakness. "Then why are you crying?" She bit her bottom lip
not wanting to tell him. He felt like a brute, thinking that he did actually
hurt her. His heart felt like it had just been crushed, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry."
He brushed her tears off her cheeks, "I rushed you." "No Arnav, please don't
think that. I wanted this to happen." She whispered. "I'm experienced in
getting what I want, Khushi." He was worried that he didn't control his desires
well enough. He knew he was physically persuasive, and an innocent woman like Khushi
never really had a choice but to succumb to the pleasures of the body. She
nodded and actually smiled a little, "I know, but this was my choice... really."
She said honestly. Thankfully he seemed to accept that. "Really?" he asked and
she nodded. He moved to the side, and after disposing the used contraceptive, he
pulled her tight against him causing his body to envelope hers completely like
he'd never let go. His thigh moved over her hip as his arms wrapped around her.
She buried her face into his neck and eventually fell asleep. He too drifted
into sleep soon.
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