Sunday, November 4, 2012

SS : The Light Of His Life Part 2 (Diwali Special)


  

The next morning...

"I am going with you..." Buaji said firmly...

"Buaji, Arnavji is at work...Jiji told me that it is just her at home today...and laxshmiji..." she grinned...

"I don't want you to stay long..."

"I won't...remember that I'm able to take care of myself!" Khushi snapped...

Buaji grabbed her earlobe..."Don't get smart with me! You know I'm only trying to protect you..."

Khushi stopped moving as Buaji released her ear..."I know...and I love you for it..."


…...


"Khushi!!!" Payal beamed with joy...

"Jiji...I've missed you so..."

After a squeezing embrace, Khushi anxiously asked her sister...

"Jiji, is...is anyone..."

Payal shook her head..."It's just us...come! Lets sit and talk, and cook and have tea!"

She grabbed Khushi's arm and led her away...

Khushi looked around...

Lights...

Color...

It was beautiful...exactly like the previous year...

Memories flooded back to her...

Lighting all the lamps...

Seeing the twinkling lights...

Her eyes constantly locking with Arnav's...

But then...past the beauty...she remembered more...

Her marriage, her heartbreak, weddings, breakups, breakdowns, anger...

Payal's voice was being drowned out by Khushi's thoughts...

"Here Khushi..." Payal said as she passed some milk...

Khushi mindlessly reached for it, knocking it over and spilling it all over herself, successfully drenching her salwar...

She let out a small yelp and Payal quickly grabbed a towel...

"Khushi...what's wrong? are you okay? It's almost like you haven't heard a word I'm saying!"

Khushi looked down at her dripping clothes..."I haven't Jiji..."

Payal gently hit her on her forehead..."You didn't have to openly admit it...Here, go up to my room...you can borrow something of mine...go..."

Khushi aimlessly wandered away...

Payal looked on starting to realize what was happening...

…...


As Khushi wandered up the stairs, her thoughts were back to where they were a 6 months ago...

Instead of walking to Payal's room, she walked to Arnav's.

Dazed, she meandered towards his closet...

She pulled out one of his white shirts...

Laying it out on the bed, she shedded her wet clothes and slid on her husband's shirt...

Hugging herself, she lifted the sleeve to breathe in his familiar scent...

A loud slam jerked her to attention...

Looking at where she was and what she was wearing horrified her...

"What the!? What have I done!?"

She nervously looked up hearing footsteps nearing the room...

"He's here...He's...He's going to be so mad..."

As soon as she saw his figure approaching, she sprinted towards the curtains to hide...

…...

Arnav arrived back at the RM feeling furious...

He had forgotten an important file...

He marched up the stairs just wanting time to pass faster so he could finish at the office and go to see his wife...

"I just need to see her..." he thought as he walked into his room...

And as soon as he entered, he saw someone run across the room and hide behind the curtain...

"Khushi?" he thought...

He slowly closed in on her, and pulled the curtain aside revealing his trembling wife, wearing his shirt, shaking with fear, with her eyes locked tight...

His brow furrowed and his lips quirked into a lopsided smile...

Planting his palms firmly on the window behind her, fencing her in, he whispered..."Khushi..."

Her eyes sprung open and what she saw blew her away...

No anger.

No fury.

No rage.

He was expectantly and lovingly admiring her...

"Why so scared...?"

His hands moved slowly up her arms, savouring the feel of her.

His grip was gentle on her shoulders but his gaze was fierce.

"It seems you still don't know how to wear a shirt properly..."

She cringed slightly, and gnawed on her lower lip as his hands tugged at the collar of the shirt...

His hands shook as he buttoned up the shirt, starting dangerously close to her chest...

He was certain that he deserved some type of medal for this act of chivalry.

As his hands moved against her, she fought the waves of passion that threatened to explode...

She felt as if she were seeing everything through a magnifying glass—the part in his hair, each tiny stubble of his beard, the dark lashes covering his deep eyes.

His face was so close that his breath warmed her sensitive skin.

"Khushi..." he whispered...

Her eyes fluttered up to stare at him...her worry was evident in her voice..."I...I'm only wearing this because I spilt..."

"I don't care why..."

"I...I wasn't supposed to...to come in here..."

Arnav smiled..."yes you were..."

"I don't know...how I ended up here..."

He stepped closer..."I love you Khushi..."

Her lips parted, but she couldn't find her voice...

Standing this close she could hear the thundering of his heart...or was it hers...

"Khushi..."

Her eyes ascended to his...

He saw her deep in thought..."What are you thinking about...?"

"I can't stop thinking about you..." her words came out before she had a chance to stop them...

Stepping closer, he gathered her against him...

"You constantly fill my thoughts too...I only wish to be with you..."

They clung together, prolonging the exquisite torture until they were both limp with the effort of restraint.

Khushi leaned her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes.

"I shouldn't have come here today..." she whispered...

Arnav rested his chin on top of her head and rocked her in his arms.

He heard her words...but he felt her true answer...

She stood quietly in his arms, memorizing the feel of him, storing the information away for the lonely hours and days and years that she spent without him.

For the first time in months, she couldn't remember why she wasn't with this man who was holding her so tenderly...

He took her hand and let her to the couch...

Holding her shoulders, he guided her to sit down and quickly sat beside her...

Her eyes darted around the room..."I...I have to go and..."

Lifting his hands to her face, he moved her to face him

He slid his arms around her and held her snug against his firm unyielding body.

Shivers rippled through her as he nibbled a path down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat...

He let his eyes linger on her chest...

Her breathing was making her breasts heave up and down...

Quickly shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath...

Lifting his eyes back to Khushi, their gazes locked...

"I love you Khushi..."

Her lips parted..."I...I..."

He slid closer...

Heat, intense as the breath of a volcano, still coursed through her, and she thought she might never be cool again.

"I love you..." he repeated again as his breath warmed her face...

Tears filled her eyes...

She wanted to say it...

She wanted so desperately to say it...

He frowned, his expression was full of regret and pain...

"Khushi I can see it in your eyes...I can see your answer there..."

His hand caressed her cheek softly wiping the tears that were cascading down...

"KHUSHI!?" Payal's voice echoed up the stairs...

Khushi tried to stand up when she heard Payal call out, but her husband's arm around her waist held her captive...

"I'm not giving up on us Khushi..."

She started to shake her head...

"No...I'm not giving up..."

"Khushi!?" Payal called out...

Arnav released her and she stood up speedily...

She rushed to the door and listened intently...

"What am I going to do now...Jiji is calling for me...and...and I'm in HERE...and Arnavji is in here...and I'm wearing..." she looked down..."THIS!"

She huffed, standing up straight stamping her foot like a misbehaving toddler... "I don't know what I'm doing!"

She spoke with such zest...acted with such spice...she lit up the room like a firecracker...

He hadn't known it was possible to love a woman as much as he loved her.

He had racked his brain for a sure way to convince her to stay in this marriage, but so far he had come up empty.

If he didn't get a breakthrough soon, there wouldn't be a shred of carpet left on his bedroom floor...he had paced the threads to the concrete beneath...

"I am so confused..." she said though a choked voice...

His gaze shot up at her...

A tear spilled over, and another, until her cheeks were wet with crying.

Arnav went to her in such haste that he nearly tripped...

He pulled her up into his arms and cradled her head on his chest.

"I don't mean to confuse you Khushi...I really don't...Look, I'll go and explain everything to Payal..."

"No...!" Khushi fiercely gripped Arnav's arms as she cried..."Jiji will tell Buaji and then I won't be allowed to leave my room without her pulling at my ear..."

He almost wanted to smile, but her tears were killing him..."Okay okay...what did YOU want to do?"

Wrinkling her nose at him, she made a face and said..."I will think of something..."

"Oh good, I always secretly enjoyed your 'plans'..."

"You're just . . . saying that . . . to make me feel . . . better."

The words came out between sniffles, and the tears rained, unchecked, onto the front of his shirt.

Every sob was like a knife plunging straight into his heart.

He would have walked on nails rather than see her cry...

Pressing his face into her hair and murmuring soothing sounds, he felt her begin to calm...

He held her precious body close to his, dancing to the slow love song that throbbed in his heart.

He buried his lips in the fragrant hair just above her ear. 

"I would like to hold you this way forever..." he whispered. 

"Forever isn't for sure..."

She didn't know how she had the courage to be speak at a time like this, a time of racing pulses, thundering hearts and runaway passions. 

With the music of heartbeats filling her soul and stars winking from his eyes...SHE now felt like shouting her love at the top of her lungs. 

"This feels like forever to me." He said as his arms tightened around her, and in that moment he knew he could never let her go...whether he got her back by Diwali or not, he wouldn't give up until she was his...completely his...

There had to be a way through her barriers. 

And he was determined to find it. 

"I don't want to think about forever, Arnavji..." 

"Why?" he asked softly. 

"Because it makes me sad." 

"Sadness can be abolished." 

"Not the sadness of a forever without you." She hadn't meant to say it; it just popped out. 

Arnav stopped breathing hearing her impulsive revelation. 

He could almost feel the fence between them come tumbling down. 

He could almost leap through the barrier and make this marriage real. 

But not quite. 

He could still feel her uncertainty, and he would never take advantage of her vulnerability. 

"This divorce doesn't have to happen...It doesn't have to be that way..." he replied carefully. 

"Tell me why it doesn't have to be that way." 

"In cases of the heart, nothing matters except the feelings of the two people involved."

"That may be the way it SHOULD be, but is it? Does it work that way in real life or only in fantasy?" 

She lifted her face to his... "Don't answer that. I want to forget everything..." 

He could feel the smooth silk of her skin through the thin cotton of his shirt... 

Her vibrance communicated itself through his fingertips, and unconsciously his hands moved in erotic circles on her back. 

As he held the girl of his dreams in his arms, he had a moment of epiphany. 

This marriage had started out as one for appearances, but long before that, their relationship had always been one of the heart.

He had simply been too blind to see. 

He cursed himself for wasting so much time...

"Forever isn't just a dream Khushi..."

His words, full of strength and confidence, wrapped around her heart...

She basked in its sweetness and felt the glow of it fill her heart.

At last he lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Khushi" he said with quiet strength. "I always have ..."

His arms around her, hands rubbing her back...

Realizing where she was again she  moved back only to slam her back against the door...

Her eyes widened in surprise...

"Khushi!!! Where are you!?"

Payal's call jolted her once again...

"Khushi?! Are you in Arnavji's room?"  Payal stood right outside the door...

Her mouth opened in shock, and she looked helplessly to Arnav...

"Yes, she's in here...with me..." Arnav smiled down at his wife who was now feeling completely staggered...

"Arnavji? You're here? Is Khushi okay?" Payal's voice filled with concern...

Keeping his arm around Khushi, he pulled her to the side and opened the door...

Payal's face was reeling with shock seeing Khushi draped against Arnav, wearing his shirt...

"What is going on!?"

Arnav felt Khushi tremble...

"I came home, and found her in here...she changed into my shirt because..."

"I spilt milk..." Khushi finished his sentence, her voice shaky...

Payal just gawked at them both...

"Jiji...I don't know what happened...I just wandered in...and...and..."

Payal stepped forward and cupped her face..."Khushi...from the moment you arrived you haven't been yourself...I think you needed to see Arnavji...He's not completely out of your system..."

"And I won't ever be...I love her Payal...I want to try and make this work..."

Khushi's eyes ascended up...she was mesmerized...

He sounded so genuine...

His eyes were so honest...

"I do too..."  

Khushi wanted to say those words...

Her heart was screaming them...but still she stayed quiet...

"I believe that you really love her Arnavji, but you also must know the heartache she went through..."

"I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE!" Khushi finally burst out...

Arnav and Payal became silent...

Khushi was nearing her breaking point...she quickly stormed off to Payal's room to change...

"Khushi?..." Arnav called out to her but she ran into the room, out of sight...



…...



"I do too!?...What am I saying...?! I spent months trying to get over him...and now I'm falling all over again!..."

Khushi quickly rummaged round in Payal closet and chose a deep green sari...

Slowly, she began to undo the buttons...

One...two... and she stopped.

Her fingers lovingly touched Arnav's shirt...

"Even if I can never admit this to him, I need to admit it to myself...I love him...I love my husband...I love Arnav Singh Raizada..."

She clutched her heart as pain started to overwhelm her...

As she slipped out of his shirt, she felt his warmth completely abandon her...

Her body urged her to run back to him and launch herself into his embrace...

"Khushi?" payal called out softly as she entered her room...

"Huh?" Khushi looked up with a thoroughly rattled expression...

"Khushi...You..." Payal took a deep breath..."I'll meet you downstairs...It's getting late now and it's already started to rain...you will need to go home soon..."

That second, Payal's phone rang..."Hello? yes Buaji? Yes, She was about to leave now...She's fine...oh...I didn't know...Okay...Bye..."

Payal turned to face Khushi..."You will have to stay here tonight..."

Her eyes widened..."What?! No, No I can't...I'll leave now..."

"Khushi, there is a fierce storm coming, it's pouring with rain, and I won't let you leave like this, and I'm sure Arnavji woudln't want you to leave yet either...Now, I will meet you downstairs..."

…...

Khushi knocked on Arnav's bedroom door...

When he didn't answer straight away, she quickly turned and tried to hurry away...

"Khushi?"

Her feet halted of their own accord...

She turned to see him...

Walking a few paces towards him, she stretched out her arm, her hand holding his shirt firmly..."I...I only...wanted to...to return this...I'm...I'm sorry for..."

At lightening speed he reached and enclosed his hand around her wrist...

He pulled her hard against him, spun her around, slammed the bedroom door shut, and pinned her against it...

There was no talking.

No gazing.

Just passion.

She opened her mouth ready to tell him to stop...but then her eyes met his eyes.

Khushi sucked in her breath.

"Oh, God." she thought...

Primitive sexual energy swirled between them like a tornado gaining speed and power.

His eyes burned with a sheen of fire as he stared down at her.

As the storm began to rage outside, Khushi was being dragged down into the storm of her body's cry.

"Arnavji..." Her voice was raspy.

The tension pulled taut between them.

He lowered his head.

The rush of his breath caressed her lips as he spoke right against her mouth. "Khushi..."

Her mind fogged, caught between the awareness of his love and the desire pounding through her in waves.

Leaning into her, he moulded his body against her, holding her close...

Khushi gripped his shoulder and hung on, revelling in the dark taste of hunger...

She lost control in those few moments, the ageless empty void of the past months temporarily filled with the taste and feel and smell of him.

A whimper instantly escaped her throat.

Arnav withdrew slightly and the heat in his eyes nearly burned her alive.

He stepped even closer to her and she whimpered again...

His head lowered.

Khushi realized this was the moment of truth.

If he kissed her, she'd surrender.

Her body ached for his and she couldn't come up with one damn good reason to stop.

She didn't have to think for long...

3 loud taps on their door broke their transfixion...

"Chote?"

When Anjali heard from Payal that Khushi was visiting and that she would have to stay the night, she was overcome with joy...

Anjali had desperately wanted to console her over all that had happened, but Khushi had very abruptly disappeared out of their lives...

She remembered the amount of agony Arnav had gone through those 3 months without her...

"Chote? Is Khushiji in there with you?"

When they heard the knocking, they both stilled...although their mouths were still perilously close...

Khushi was the first to speak..."Di is calling..."

"I love you Khushi..."

Her eyes closed tight..."Please...Di is calling..."

"I...love...you...Khushi..."

Opening her eyes..."I...I..."

"Chote!? Are YOU in there!?"

Arnav withdrew a few more centimetres..."DI CAN YOU PLEASE JUST WAIT!?"

Khushi didn't know where it came from, but she began to laugh again...

Throwing his arms up in the air, he hesitantly said, "Just...Come in..."

Anjali burst inside and saw Khushi trying to hold back her laughter...

"Khushiji! oh how I've missed you!"

"Di..." They hugged each other tight...

Khushi's eyes roamed up to her husband...

After 3 months of complete separation from him and this family...she finally knew what had been lacking in her life...


...


For the remainder of the night, as the storm became ferocious outside, Khushi felt the storm of her life begin to settle...

She was surrounded by her family...

And the one person whom she couldn't never remove from her heart...

When it came time to go to bed, Anjali asked if she'd like to use the spare room...

Her heart shrieked to be with Arnav, but she nodded as Anjali lead the way...

Arnav followed close behind...

Anjali quietly said goodnight and walked away praying for their happiness...

'Goodnight Arnavji...'

'Will you be leaving early?' he hurriedly asked

'I...I should...Buaji is already worried about my being here...'

Arnav nodded...'I love you Khushi...and I will be seeing you tomorrow for Diwali whether you're here or at your other house...'

Reluctantly turning, he began to walk away...

Thunder.

The sky flashed and blasted a barrage of crashes...

And all the lights in the house began to flicker...

Khushi lept forward and bound her arms tight around Arnav's waist...

Arnav froze...'Khushi?'

He looked up around him and realized that the storm, the darkness, and the loneliness was scaring her...

His fingers brushed along the soft skin of her arms...

She pulled back feeling incredibly juvenile...

Facing her, Arnav took her hand...'Come with me...'

Khushi was too mind boggled to question him...

Her eyes were locked onto their joined hands...

Eventually, she registered where she was...

Back in his room...

'Here, sleep in the bed, I'm still sleeping on the couch...I have been since you left...'

With moist eyes, she fixed her gaze on him...

'Why...?'

'Because you're my wife...and I'm not sleeping there until I have you back...'

His heart was desperate to hold her, but he seated himself on the couch and closed his eyes...

Khushi climbed into the bed and huddled herself under the covers...

No longer afraid of the thunderstorm...

She only feared the absence of him in her life...

20 minutes passed...

'Arnavji?' she whispered. 'Are you asleep?'

'No.' he tried to keep his tone calm...

'Diwali is tomorrow night..."

"I know..."

Khushi could hear his strained voice..."I'm scared that I'm losing our bet..."

With a strangled cry, Arnav jumped up from the couch and came to the bed.

Kneeling on the floor beside her, he gently pushed her hair back from her face.  

'I'm sorry, Khushi. I'm so sorry ...I didn't want it to be like this...I love you...and I want to be your husband...I want you to be my wife...forever...'

He gathered her in his arms and pulled her fiercely against him.

She clung to him, moving her face against the glorious power of his chest.

Their denied passion was a time bomb ticking, a dangerous weapon that could only be defused by superhuman effort.

His hands cupped her face and his thumbs traced the line of her jaw.

'I love you and I want our marriage to be real.'

'Arnavji, I can't . . .'

He pressed his finger to her lips.

'Shh. Don't say anything yet. Let me finish.'

Closing his eyes, he bent and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

'I don't want to pressure you or to take unfair advantage, but you must see the sincerity of my heart. You have always been the love of my life, and I hate that you've had to suffer so much just because I was too stupid to realize this...'

Tears shimmered on the tips of her eyelashes...

He brushed the tears from her eyes and kissed them away...

Arnav got onto the bed and lay on top of the covers beside her.

Taking her in his arms, he cradled her head against his shoulder.

'I'll continue to love you forever, no matter what your decision is...'

She fell asleep listening to the steady, reassuring beat of his heart.

But for Arnav, sleep didn't come.

Listening to Khushi's quiet breathing and the howling of the wind outside, he wrestled with his fear of losing her all night long...


...



Sunlight hit his face...

As his eyes flickered open, his senses were drawn immediately to the women in his arms...

He stared in awe at his wife...

His first night back in his bed...with his wife...and he wanted her...in every way.

This could NOT be the end, it had to the beginning...

"The beginning of madness..."...he thought as he smiled...

It took every ounce of control he possessed to pull away from her.

Looking at her, sleeping peacefully in his bed, was pure bliss...

He wanted to climb back in beside her, the consequences be damned.

Holding his hand steady, he brushed her tumbling hair back from her face...

His eyes focused on her kiss-pouted mouth.

He wanted to haul her into his arms and take her so fiercely, so thoroughly, that she would be bound to him forever.

He wanted to enslave her with passion so that she would never turn away from him.

Reaching out, he cupped her face..."Khushi..."

He wanted to drown in those beautiful eyes she lifted to him.

"Arnavji...?"

Temptation ripped through him, and he almost gave in...her lazy sultry voice sent shockwaves through him...

He knew, looking down at her, that he would be the one enslaved.

"Goodmorning..." he whispered

Khushi sat up abruptly...

Her mind took her back to all those months ago, when he would wake up and she would see only his anger...

 Quickly, she tried to distance herself from him...

"Don't...don't come any closer..." her voice was shaking...

Arnav saw confusion in her dark eyes and his heart began to pound with fright...

"Khushi? ...There was a storm last night...you had to stay here..."

She looked around the room...

Arnav could see her mind working to recall the present...

Her eyes flashed up..."I'm sorry, I...I forgot where I was..."

"Its okay..." he moved closer..."Shhh..."

Sliding his arms around her, he cradled her against his heart...

As heat began to swarm inside her, she lifted her hands and grasped at his shoulders...

Her peaceful thoughts were soon shattered by one realization...

Diwali.

Was today.

She called upon an unknown strength to let him go, then broke away and sat back.

"I'm...I'm not sure how this keeps happening..."

He reached out and touched her cheek.

She hoped he didn't feel its heat.

"You know EXACTLY how this keeps happening...you look extra beautiful when you wake up..."

When he removed his hand from her cheek, she felt deprived.

She sat still feeling helpless...not knowing what to do...

Khushi looked up at him and he saw the emptiness in her eyes...

He pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

"Arnavji..." She knew she'd made only a token protest.

She could no more resist his arms than she could fly.

He pressed her head against his shoulder. 

It fit perfectly, as it always had. 

"It's been almost 3 months since I've seen you, Khushi. I don't intend to let that happen again."

He tipped her head back...

"You're so damned beautiful, I ache every time I look at you."

She was caught up in the embrace.

His hands gently massaged her back, tenderly smoothed her hair.

She died a little inside, knowing it couldn't last...

Arnav thought back to the day she left...

She had found him in the abandoned building...

Bravely fought against the kidnappers...

Risked her own life...

Rescued him from Shyam...

But then...as he watched her walk out of his life, he realized that nothing mattered anymore...

What mattered was that he had driven away the only woman he had ever loved, the only woman he could ever love.

Too late, the realization swept over him.

But now, as he held her, He could never forgive himself if he lost her again.

He'd been fooling himself for long enough...

It was ironic to him that he could be so clearheaded in business and so blind about love.

His heart had been shouting the truth to him ever since he'd met her, but he had refused to listen. 

He'd plunged stubbornly ahead, widening the chasm that had made it almost impossible.

With the wonderful knowledge of love now coursing through him, he never considered any other possibility except winning her back...

He would have her, and anything that tried to come between them had better be prepared to do battle with the devil.

"I love you Khushi...I don't want a divorce..."

Her eyes lifted and she shook her head slowly..."Arnavji...It's over between us..."

Arnav drew back, but he kept his hold on her, cupping her face and holding it so close to his that they seemed to breathe as one..."It will never be over between us...just remember that!"

"Once I believed that. Not anymore, Arnavji..."

Silently Arnav cursed the fates that had torn them apart...

Inside, he raged against the empty first months of their marriage...

He wanted to smash his fist against the wall.

He wanted to run until he fell in his tracks.

He wanted to shout his fury until the very rafters of the house fell down.

Instead, he continued holding her beautiful face, his thumbs massaging her jaw as he gazed down at her.

"I'll make you believe it."

Letting her go, knowing she didn't believe in his love, was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

At that moment he wished for some of the superpowers the press had credited him with...

Serious, playful, passionate...he'd be whatever it took to win Khushi again.

"Never. Your expectations are exceeded only by your arrogance."

"Thank God," he thought, "...she had still got her spunk..."

"I take that as another challenge, Khushi. And you know how I love a challenge."

"I don't deny that I feel desire in your arms."

"I'll accept that..."

"But I can never trust your love again."

"You can and you will."

Arnav had her mesmerized.

He hoped the flush on her cheeks and the brightness in her eyes meant that he was stirring her.

Khushi could see the passions that raged beneath her cool exterior.

Refusing an Arnav who said he hated her was hard...

But now, refusing an Arnav who vowed to love forever her was almost impossible.

She didn't know what was true anymore.

Dare she take that chance again?

Tonight was the night to find out...


...



As Khushi made her way down the stairs, she wondered how the events of the day would pan out...

"Khushiji!"

Her eyes darted towards Anjali...

Smiling nervously, she said..."Goodmorning Di..."

Payal also walked up beside her, "Khushi! Di and I have both decided, you will stay for the celebration tonight..."

"NO!" Khushi automatically replied..."I...Buaji won't..."

"I have already spoken with Buaji..." Payal linked her arm in Khushi's..."She made me promise to keep an eye on you, and as long as you're with us, then everything will be fine..."

Fine.

"Everything is far from 'fine'..." Khushi thought as her palms began to sweat...



...


Later that evening, the house began swarming with guests...

Arnav had come home early from the office and was now wearing a dark, debonair suit...

Khushi could feel his hot gaze on her body...

Even when she tried NOT to look at him, she found her eyes magnetically drawn to his...

Clinging tightly to Payal, Khushi followed as they served drinks together...

Arnav continued to watch her closely...

"She's avoiding me..." he thought, feeling slightly amused...

Arnav approached Anjali and whispered in her ear...

Anjali's shook her head..."No chote, I promised Buaji that..."

"You don't have to tell her I will be there...just ask her to light the lamps by the pool..."

Anjali glanced over to Khushi, who was nervously looking around...

"Chote, do you have to do this now?"

His eyes shone with determination..."Yes...I need to recreate something...tonight..."

"Alright... But Chote..." Anjali held his arm..."please...don't hurt her anymore..."

"Hurt her!" his entire body began to react..."What are you talking about Di!? I LOVE her!"

Anjali smiled..."I know...I know you do...I will send her..."


...



Eerily, Khushi knelt down to light the lamps by the poolside...

"This is all too familiar...I will do this quickly, and then just go back inside...I can't be out here..."

Arnav stood a few paces behind her...

He heard her talk to herself...

"She remembers...She's uncomfortable...GOOD!" he thought sharply...

His desire to break down the walls that surrounded her heart was beginning to take him over...

"Khushi...?"

She stood up fast and remembering how she twisted her ankle the last time, Arnav rushed forwards and steadied her...

Wide, Clear eyes met with his...

Quickly pressing her hands against his chest, she stepped back...

Transported back in time, Arnav stalked forwards as she retreated...

Her back hit the wall and her breathing was shallow...

"I can't be back here...I can't..."

"Khushi...tonight is Diwali...please...don't leave me...I love you..."

She immediately turned and was about to get as far from him as possible...

He tugged on her hand and pulled her back against the wall planting his hands on either side of her..."Don't walk away from me..." his voice was starting to show some dominance...

She held herself stiff, so she didn't lean against him, but she didn't try to stand, either.

"Walking away isn't going to solve things...Give us another chance..."

"I wish I could give you my pain... just for one moment... Not to hurt you, but so you can finally understand how much you have hurt me..."

His jaw tightened and he took a slow, measured breath before continuing, not wanting to react to the words and how much they devestated him, but choosing to act on the pain that caused her to say it.

"I'm not going to stand by and watch us fall apart... You're too important to me."

She stilled in his arms.

"I'm too important to you?"

He held her gaze..."It would rip me apart to lose you. Please don't go through with the divorce..."

She opened her mouth to speak but stepped closer, their chests touching...and her voice vanished...

Arnav's hands now came up to her face, caressing her with slow, deliberate movements.

His warm breath penetrated her hair as his arms pressed her body into his.

"Don't run from me." His voice commanded, whispered, in her ear.

Caught in the fog enveloping her mind, Khushi held herself perfectly still in his embrace.

Her senses were overwhelmed by his unique scent as it mingled with his cologne.

The heat from his eyes, and the coiled power of his hard body ignited a raw sensual energy that threatened to engulf her.      

Frantically, she realized the position she'd put herself in.

By her denial and unwillingness to concede, she'd waved a bright red flag in front of him and given him the ultimate challenge...

She convinced herself that he'd realize his mistake, apologize, and they'd continue their divorce arrangement and avoid future talks...

But now, feeling the devout sincerity pouring from his heart, she was no more able to escape his embrace than she could escape him holding her heart...

Then came the moment...

As his hands steadily held her face, her eyes fell shut...and finally...finally, she felt his lips touch hers...

What started as a gentle kiss turned into an explosive assault.

Suddenly becoming anxious, Khushi tried to hold him off, she struggled briefly in his arms.

Then the drugging power of Arnav Singh Raizada took over.

She held still and let him kiss her...

The incredible joy of being held by him blotted out everything else.

Khushi felt safe.

Even when she felt fearful of him, she still felt safe...

Nothing mattered at that moment except being in Arnav's arms, being kissed by him.

She absorbed him, the familiar taste of him, fresh and delicious and somehow very masculine; the familiar shape of his mouth, beautifully molded and firm, exactly right for kissing; the familiar feel of him, broad and solid and enduring.

Home, she thought. 

Home is being held next to her husband's heart.

She felt her heart beginning to surrender...

Could she do it?

Could she finally trust him to protect her heart?

Love told her to let go, and fear told her to back off, and pain told her to refuse...

Arnav immediately felt her refusal to respond to him.

He clamped down hard on the fierce need that raced through his body to make her surrender to her emotions, as he'd been forced to.

He deliberately relaxed his hold and eased the pressure of the kiss, moving his lips teasingly over hers, inviting her to kiss him back.

Slowly, he sipped at her mouth as if she were a precious drink of water in the hot desert sun, learning her taste and texture.

Nibbling at her lower lip, his tongue teased its pouty outline as he continued a maddening game of arousal and retreat attempting to both soothe and ignite her.

Khushi unconsciously pressed her body closer to his, seeking something more to quench the fire in her belly that suddenly flamed to life.      

The strong hands that had first dragged her to his embrace now glided over her shoulders and down her arms in a gentle caress.

His fingers smoothed her flesh and made her wonder what his touch would feel like on her bare skin.

Her mind clamoured for her to push him away when his grip loosened, but her body longed to feel the promise behind his scorching kiss.

The blood pumped through her veins with each deliberate movement of his hands and mouth.      

Arnav's mouth brushed hers, then withdrew.

He pulled his hands through her thick hair, rubbing each strand between his fingers in slow, easy movements.

A moan escaped her lips.

Arnav hated to do this, but he fully released her and backed away...

Khushi stumbled slightly when he let go...

Her eyes remain closed and her lips were wet and pouting...

Arnav had never known such torture...

Finally they had completed what should have been completed the first time...

Their kiss...

The wind picked up and her dark hair blew over his left shoulder and swiped against the bare skin at his neck.

Khushi was unable to move at the intimacy of what they had just done...

Arnav stayed silent...

His eyes spoke to the depths of her...

"You win..." she whispered...      

Khushi watched the emotions flicker over his face, partly surprised that she spotted no gleam of triumph for his victory.

His eyes were on the verge of pouring out tears...

In one rapid motion, she was pushed back up against the wall, and as the Diwali firecrackers lit up the night sky, brighter explosions of joy lit up his life...

He held nothing back...

His mouth fused to hers once more...

With a single thrust Arnav parted her lips and hungrily plundered the honey sweetness he found, over and over again, melding their mouths together in a fusion of desire and need.

He became ruthless in his victory, demanding every response she had to give.      

Her senses were overpowered by the scent of his breath, the musk and soap from his skin, the dark heady taste of raw male hunger.

His teeth tugged gently on her lower lip, then bathed the flesh with his tongue.

With a low moan, she reached up and plunged all ten fingers into sable strands of hair.      

One hand shot out to hold her still as he led her in a game of attack and retreat.

His tongue led a teasing dance and urged her to play.

She gripped his shoulders and tried to drag him closer to her arching body.     

He gave a low laugh and dropped tiny kisses along her jaw, down her neck, the hollow of her throat.     

She struggled for breath.

Liquid heat coursed through her body and her fingers clenched in his hair, urging him on, frantic with need.      

He let his warm breath brush against her ear as he bestowed light kisses down her cheek. "I love you..."      

Khushi felt wrapped in a cocoon of warmth.

His voice poured over her like hot caramel.

His hands moved over her body, caressing firmly.

She gripped at his biceps as the tension grew and a low moan of anticipation escaped her lips.

Arnav felt her relax into his body, trusting his strength.

"No more doubts...No more fear... And no more running away."      

The stark words hung in the air between them.

She realized this was one of the strongest men she'd ever known.

A surge of emotion caught her.

He was a proud man who stood alone in the world, and a ruthless executive who made million dollar deals without breaking a sweat.

Yet he chose to show her tenderness...

Chose to show her his heart...

Khushi then felt him pulling back, ending the kiss.

"No..." she said softly...

Winding her hands in his hair, she pulled his head back down.

She had to have more of him.

His heart radiated with happiness as his lips pressed to hers again.

Everything about the kiss was tender—the gentle touch of clinging mouths, the sweet coaxing of his tongue, even the way he held her.

The kiss gave everything and demanded nothing.

As their mouths paused, she whispered..."I love you Arnavji..."

She stood very still, scarcely daring to breathe.

She didn't want a thing to mar this precious moment.

Her heart was making a commitment, and there would be no going back.

His hands moved down the side of her throat and across her shoulders.

New life tingled through her.

Arnav held her captive in his embrace as he stared into her eyes...

Khushi could the pure joy in his face.

"My God..." he rasped...'I got you back...I...I can't believe it...I just...I love you so much..."

His lips touched hers as gently as spring dew on new leaves.

The dark sky was continuously being lit up by blasts of fragmented light...

But the lights that shone the brightest were the stars in the sky...

The pure happiness...

The tranquil contentment...

Arnav Singh Raizada had finally, won back...the light of his life...



1 comment:

  1. That was perfectly beautiful!

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