Monday, May 28, 2012

OS : The Knife's Edge



OS : The Knife's Edge...







Her gaze slammed into his with a passion so fierce and challenging that it singed his nerve endings...

Eyes a dark chocolate brown, sucked him in deep as he imagined her body close to his...


Everything about his wife screamed the need for a strong lover, strong protector, strong husband...

Figuratively and literally.

He met her stare dead on and refused to back down.

A few beats passed.

Then she turned away with a nervous expression, obviously irritated she'd lost the skirmish.

Satisfaction thrummed in his veins.

"I told you I love you Mrs. Raizada...and I will win your heart..." he thought...

This woman could bite back …

A smile played about his lips.

Game on.

He closed the distance between them.

Khushi's eyes were shooting out sparks as she saw him close in on her...

Sexy, scruffy stubble hugged a perfectly sculpted jaw and set off the sensual curve to his bottom lip.

His eyes glimmered with a controlled strength and he moved with a predatory grace as he crossed the room.

A shiver tingled down her spine.

The thin white shirt and black pants did nothing to mask his rock hard body.

Khushi tried to control the dip in her tummy when he stood beside her.

Will there ever come a time when this man's mere glance wouldn't send her pulse skyrocketing...??

His body heat and the delicious scent wafted over her...

She kept her head down, keeping her gaze on her hands, and waited for his first move.

"Khushi...?"

Then she looked up.

His eyes drilled into hers.

When together, they produced a strong electric current that would surround them...

Nothing could penetrate it...it was sharper than a knife's edge...

Both minds were active... remembering... wishing.

Because of Khushi, he now had wishes...

Because of Khushi, he wanted to be part of her, and wanted her to be part of him...

Because of Khushi, he wanted children of his own...of their own.

Because of Khushi, he wanted to be her husband more than he wanted to breathe...

Because of Khushi, he now believed in forever.

"Excuse me everyone!" Anjali's voice rang out...

"As you know, we are all here tonight to celebrate the safe rescue of Khushiji and Chote, PLUS the 6 month anniversary of BOTH of my brothers...So thankyou all for coming and please enjoy yourselves...but first...I would like to invite the two couples to the dancefloor for their anniversary dance!"

He stepped closer to Khushi and her eyes slowly raised to his...

A hint of victory marred the carved lines of his face, or the steady gleam in his eye.

There was no avoiding this...She was now going to be in his arms again...

He slyly smiled and offered his hand.
She blinked up at him and tried to calm her features.

The glint of purpose in his earthy eyes told her he knew her thoughts.

The turn of events in their lives suddenly slammed into her like a launched champagne cork.

"He loves me..." her mind echoed..."He wants me..."

The answering thrill hit her body as fast as her mind.

She grew wet and achy, ready for him to take charge.

He'd won her heart...there was no doubt...

Akash and Payal had already began to dance gracefully...

As Arnav led Khushi  to the dancefloor, he took charge of the room as if he owned it, and her.

A shiver slid down her spine as he took her hand in his, and pulled her close...

Her heart thundered with a strange mixture of fear and anticipation.

She sucked in her breath at the flash of his sexy smile...

He leaned forward an inch so his warm breath struck her trembling lips.

Arnav took in the slight widening  or her gorgeous eyes and held back a chuckle.

The feisty, strong, Queen of his heart seemed off balance, and he loved every moment of it.

He intended to use the next few hours wisely...

For both of them.

The woman in front of him called to every sense of challenge in his arsenal...

Her very demeanor called to his soul to complete him.

Khushi's nerves, however, were teetering on the edge of acceptance and rebellion.

They're eyes danced as their feet moved  slowly across the floor...

Their lips were close enough to taste spicy desire...

"So do you think we'll get arrested for this?" His gravelly voice was low...

With every ounce of her strength she replied..."For what?"

"Making love in public?"

Shocked into the moment, she tried to pull back, but his vise-like grip held her steady...

"What are you talking about!? We're not doing anything!" her voice was louder than she had wanted it to be...

But Arnav didn't care who heard, or who saw...

"We already have...We've been making love with our eyes since we first saw each other..."

He felt her pulse speed up as his hand held hers...

Her face softened as she realized what he meant...

"My eyes drink you in Khushi...My eyes caress you...Your face has never been far from my thoughts...never...I feel your presence stronger than my own...When I look at you, my eyes heat up, my heart heats up...I love you...I love you so much..."

As her emotion rained forth from her eyes, her lips trembled, trying to reply...

"Now, close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you."

Khushi's eyelids slowly sealed...



Arnav saw her lids flutter as her eyes remained closed...

The heat of her skin was seeping through the thin fabric of her Sari, wrapping him in a bewitching cloud of her soft scent and gentle warmth.

Tucking his arm around the small of her back, he pulled her tightly to him and pressed her body against his own until he could feel her every soft curve, her every gentle breath...and her swift gasp as their torsos meshed together...

Khushi stiffened, but his grasp was steady and unyielding...

He ignored her slight tacit protest...

His hand came up and cradled her cheek and his thumb brushed across her bottom lip.

He leaned closer and closer …

Finally, in a moment that held only the sound of one united heartbeat, His lips met hers, firm and gentle...

It was a lover’s kiss.

There was finesse...

Softness in his touch...

Subtle seduction...

His heart had wanted this from the moment he had seen her, and he was not about to let this inconceivable love pass him by any second longer...

In a desire born part of possessiveness and part of urgent need, he squeezed her tight, causing her to gasp...

That accomplished, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

He was rewarded with a taste of infinite sweetness, accompanied by an overwhelming longing for more than just that kiss.

His mouth reluctantly eased away from hers...

Khushi felt she would have staggered backwards and fallen to the floor if not for his arms around her...

Her breaths were coming in hard, deep gulps.

She stared at him with a mixture of shock and glassy eyed desire...

Realization dawned, and she began to go bright red...

Satisfied, Arnav treated her to a wolfish grin that promised he’d eat her for breakfast and enjoy every last bite.

He grasped her wrist in a firm grip and pulled her forward so their lips were inches away.

His eyes shone forth with determination and promise...

They continued to dance...

She moved on unsteady legs, and the room wavered before her.

Determined not to do something ridiculous, like faint, she tried to find something, anything, to focus her attention on...

That same moment he leant her back over his arm and dipped he...

All concentration fled.

A warm and welcoming heat radiated from his body...

Bringing her back up slowly, she dance with her husband as though through the stars...

When his fingers moved along her back, she jumped, the feel shockingly intimate.

“It’s all right,” he murmured softly, his breath a promise across her neck.

Khushi closed her eyes, her body trembling in delight, begging for more even as her sensible mind told her to stop this public display.

His hand that held hers, pulled her fingers to his lips and he brushed his lips along them... lingering  longer than necessary.

Just as suddenly as he had stopped, he started again.

She watched his eyes...

As real as a caress, his gaze roamed down the arch of her neck, sending shivers over her skin.

She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to sink into his warm body.

How often had she dreamt of him touching her?

But never like this…no, her dreams had been childish dreams of holding hands and brief kisses.

But now…the inside of her body seemed to have melted and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she fell into a puddle at his feet.

“Khushi...” his voice was husky against her lips...”Don’t be nervous...I won’t bite.”

“He may not...but I just might...” she thought as the heady seduction began to seep into her soul...

She slid her arms up his shoulders, wrapping her hands around his neck and holding tight, afraid he’d let go, afraid he’d leave her.

His male scent swirled in the air— earthy clay, spicy male.

The trials of life fell to the wayside and all she could do was feel.

After the lights had stopped spinning and the music had become a net melody in their hearts, the room that owned their romance was now owned entirely by their presence alone...

All guests had departed...

All family had retired for the night...

Now was their time...

For all the months that he ached to hold her...

For all the hours that she yearned to be in his arms...

Arnav cupped her face in his hands.

He pressed his mouth down, allowing his lips to reacquaint themselves with the softness and shape of hers beneath his.

One smooth brush of his lips morphed into a dozen drugging kisses.

At the insistent glide of his mouth, teasing nips of his teeth, tiny flicks of his tongue, Khushi’s lips parted on a soft sigh.

His tongue slipped inside and her flavor burst in his mouth...

This was a slow seduction...

A promise.

A renewal of intent.

Arnav tilted her head, kicking the kiss from lazy exploration to undeniable hunger.

For her.

Only ever for her.

A wet, wild reunion of dueling tongues, stuttered breaths and the powerful slide into passion they’d either forgotten or had denied themselves.

Heat rushed over their bodies at the perfection blossoming between them...

Khushi ran her fingertips lightly across his chest.

He pulled her tight against him....

When their lips slowly drifted apart, she held onto him and remained cradled in his arms for several minutes, unable and unwilling to break the magnetic link.   

At this moment, nothing else existed in the world but his embrace.

She was married to the man she loved, and nothing would ever keep them apart again.


The passion that was stifled had now broken free...

By Love...

Love sharper than a knife's edge...


4 comments:

  1. So romantic. Loved it.

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  2. hawwwwttttt and romantic!!!!
    well done!!!!

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  3. hottttt and romantic
    well done

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  4. Ummm...are you posting yur stuff at myeduniya too??? Its just that i saw this OS there today and thought to ask if u are the one who posted it.....just confirming....sorry no offence meant

    Shweta1691

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