SS : 6 Months Till A Kiss Part 9

"Khushi Bitiya!?"

As soon as Khushi raced into the house she heard Nani call her name...

Quickly coming to a stop, she wiped her tears from her face and turned around...

"Yes? Did you need me..."

Nani noticed her forced smile...

"Are you okay?" Nani was genuinely concerned...

Shyam and Akash entered the room discussing their pregnant wives...but as soon as Shyam saw Khushi, his eyes were glued to her...

"Ofcourse I'm okay...I...I just..."

"I'm sure she's just feeling overwhelmed for Payalji..." Shyam began walking towards her..."I mean...Khushiji is such a soft hearted person..."

Khushi was backing away as Shyam continued his pursuit of her...

Akash and Nani were just smiling at the "sweet recognition" Shyam had made of her...

Shyam suddenly stopped moving...his feet glued to the floor...

Khushi however still walked backwards...

Arnav.

He stood directly behind Khushi, out of view of the others...

His stare down with Shyam came to a quick end when Khushi's back hit Arnav's chest...

Arnav protectively slid his arm around her waist and pressed his hand firmly onto her stomach...

Surprise and relief sparked inside her...

She turned her head to the side to make sure he was there...

Sure enough...her gaze latched onto his steadfast face...His watchful eyes lingered on hers momentarily then shot back up at Shyam, who was already retreating...

"Bhai? Oh you are still home? What happened to your work?"

"Akash I had to go and pick up Khushi..." Arnav still held Khushi...

"Saale Saab...Are you concerned that Khushi will topple over?" Shyam said with a laugh, but his eyes spoke a whole other story...

Even though Nani and Akash were present, Khushi felt nervous...

Arnav felt her push back  further onto his chest...making his heart race with husbandly pride...

"no... Jijaji..." he paused..."But if she did...I'm here aren't I..."

Shyam just scowled...he was about to say something else when Arnav interrupted saying..."Excuse us for a minute..."

Arnav swung Khushi around and pushed her up against one of the pillars in the hallway away from intruding eyes...

He brought her hand to his chest and held it to his heart.

She felt it pounding brutally in his chest.

Her heart rate matched his beat for beat.

As her eyes drifted up to meet his...she became entranced at the height of passion she saw...

Leaning in...his tongue shot out and traced her bottom lip.

He swallowed her gasp before he deepened the kiss.

Arnav stepped closed and crushed his body against her...

She brought her  hand to his chest and grabbed hold of his shirt...

Arnav held her face in his palms and tilted her head to deepen the kiss further.

A moan tore from his throat at the intensity of their kiss.

Panicked excitement consumed Khushi as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Here was strength that wouldn’t bruise, she thought dizzily, riding each new wave of passion.

Here was a power that would drown her in ecstasy...

With his hands still hooked on her hips, he opened one eye slightly to make sure no one was around...

Moving their joined bodies furthur out of sight, he continued to make love to her mouth... 

The protest that had been on the tip of her tongue ended in a moan as his tongue lashed out and ravished hers.

He nipped her bottom lip before bringing his head up and grinning at her dazed response...

She was surprised that she could feel anything besides the thudding of her heart beating painfully in her ribs...

Arnav's own blood was raging in his ears...

"Chote?"

Nani's voice had effectively broken the spell of their kiss...

Khushi pushed Arnav away, a foreboding tension began to mount inside her...

Arnav's uncertain eyes stayed on Khushi....

"Chote!? Did you hear what we asked you?"

Khushi edged away from Arnav and hurried past Nani...

"Khushi? What happened? Can you....Khushi!?"

Feeling a renewed sense of composure, he stepped out from behind the pillar and faced everyone...

"I'm sorry Nani...I wasn't listening..."

Nani looked on confusedly..."Is Khushi okay Chote? I was asking if you both would like to go out for dinner as a 6 month anniversary pressent from me...Akash helped me make some reservations at one of the finest places!"

Arnav was elated at this idea..."Perfect Nani...Thankyou Akash..." his eyes roved over to Shyam who was becoming more and more enraged...

Smiling, Arnav said..."I shall go tell her now..."

..................

Khushi was fumbling around in her room...

Pacing...muttering...mumbling...

"what's going on with you Khushi...you are angry at him! You are! What is going on in your head!"

Her self talk was cut short when she heard the bedroom doors open and close behind her...

Khushi quickly walked to the closet to appear busy...but she felt him getting closer...his presence was consuming her heart...

"I need to get away..." She thought eratically...

Slamming the closet door, she turned to walk away but it was too late...

Arnav stood in front of her...he  smacked his hands flat beside her head against the closet door...

"You can't run from me Khushi... I won't let you..."

"I...Leave me alone please..."

Keeping his hands plastered to the door behind her, he leaned in and  lowered his lips to her throat...

The sound  made was derived from shock just as much as wonder...

When Arnav's hand dropped to hold her waist, she clung to him and shuddered in pure delight as he assaulted her throat and neck...

His hands began to caress her back.

When his tongue slipped up to her ear, she was lost.

Her muscles went lax and her knees buckled.

Arnav felt her surrender and revelled in it.

When he found her mouth again, she was no longer passive or frightened.

She gave back as much as he was giving to her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers dove in his hair while she opened for him.

His blood had been boiling at her hesitance but was now raging from her response...

He thought momentarily of control...

He had always had it, but never with her...

“I love you Khushi...stay with me...” he murmured against her mouth as he nipped her full bottom lip.

 “What?” Dimly she heard him.

Even as the thought crossed her mind that she never wanted him to stop, his words slowly connected to her brain...

“Stay?” her voice sounded bewildered...

“Stay...with me...as my wife...I love you deeply Khushi...”

Khushi jolted as if he had struck her...

His arms had slackened so she slipped out of his hold and backed away....

“Absolutely not,” she managed as she pulled at her wrinkled clothes...

“That's not the answer I heard from that kiss...” He straightened trying to regain his balance...

He didn’t want to admit his hands weren’t steady and his heart was racing.

Color lit her face as she struggled to bank her own needs...

Needs, she thought furiously that she didn’t have before Arnav Singh Raizada....

Needs that had no room in her life...because..."because of what he has done..." she thought...

She felt the uncontrollable urge to weep...

Lifting her chin she proudly spoke... “Stay away from me... you have no business coming after me....after all that you've done...just... Just stay away.”

“That’s not possible now,” Arnav growled and pulled her towards himself taking her mouth in a simmering kiss...

Khushi felt enfolded, held firm in his powerful arms...

Her breath seemed trapped in her chest, as if drawing in air would chase away the blinding splendour of his kiss.

Sensations splintered through her, her brain receptors jumbling the messages of his arousing scent together with the crush of his jacket beneath her fingers.

His hands caressed her back, warm through the thin fabric of her saree...

A rush of emotion erupted in the pit of her stomach.

Still swaying to their silent music, Arnav kissed her as if she were treasure, a discovery he intended to keep all to himself.

There was nothing gentle in this kiss.

Pure hunger drove them along with an aching, desperate need.

The emotions between them held such power, and yet stood on such shaky ground.

She felt it in the flavor of his kiss, his recognition of their tenuousness.

Khushi tasted determination too, a bull-headed persistence in the sweep of his tongue against hers.

Desire overtaking her, she melted against him in a boneless shudder of need...