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Both the engagements were off. Lavanya was a liberated woman and putting up with his erratic behaviour had reached the limits. Lavanya was exasperated and decided to move back to the UK.
Payal and Akash had eloped and got married leaving Shyam in hot soup. He just never returned neither to Anjali or Khushi. The truth had come out after Payal had seen Anjali's wedding album. A crestfallen Anjali immersed herself in integrating Payal into the family and protecting her against Mamiji.
With the pressure off both Arnav and Khushi, they were able to be civil to each other. The intensity between had cooled on the surface. But it simmered underneath as the molten lava continued to flow.
Khushi still had the responsibility of being bread winner of the family. After a courteous conversation with Arnav and considering Lavanya's departure, Khushi was offered the position of his personal assistant.
Khushi had occupied a new office after the renovation. It was one of the few offices with solid walls. He had thought if they got into shouting match, it would be behind closed doors.
Arnav cherished the idea of having her around at the office away from the prying eyes of the RM clan. One of thousand things that aroused his inner desires about her was the way she looked from behind. The gorgeous mop of hair followed by her elegant neck, her dori bobbing and caressing her velvety back, followed by her tender dip in her lower back and then her delightfully round perfectly shaped eliciting derrire between those swaying hips which were raised from the ground by those gazelle legs.
One of the memories of the Nanital trip he cherished most of the way she had helped pushed the car when they had run of gas. The way she carelessly arched her back and cocked buttocks put her full strength into pushing the vehicle made him weak in his knees. He wished he had never distracted her. He never thought running out of gas would be one of his fondest memories. He closed his eyes, these were stirring savage thoughts, it was only 10 am and there were going to be in the office till 7. It was going to take a lot of his self control. He was glad for all the employees and the glass walls to keep him in check.
Khushi was good at her work, she kept things professional and kept most communication with Arnav either on the phone or via email. It suited him as well. It was well past 9pm, Khushi had joined Arnav on international conference call to take the minutes. Most of the staff had left for the day.
Khushi had developed a creak in her neck. Her office furniture was off and did not suit the way she worked and she need to rearrange the furniture. She didn't want to wait for the maintenance dept until the next morning. So she decided she would organize it on her own.
Arnav knowing it was late and in the spirit of their recent civility, decided to offer Khushi a ride home. He strutted down from his perch and coolly walked to the entrance of her office. And there she was in her pale pick chikan kari kurta with the finest sequence work and a dove grey patialla salwar. Her duppatta had been carelessly tossed on her chair. In all her glory, she was making an attempt to push her desk. Every futile attempt resulted in the light catching the sequence and rippling from the shoulders down to the back of the thighs with her much recollected derriere. He watched and tried to calm himself down, he tried to walk away but he was overcome with these contrasting emotions of self torture and brutish heat. He swallowed the lump in his throat and smacked his lips and stealthily moved closer to her.
He places his hand outside hers and the front of his entire body was perfectly aligned to her havoc wreaking back. He then gently whispered in her ear "let me push". Her scent of roses made him unconsciously come closer to her. She could feel the heat of his body behind her and the warm and moist breath that coated her neck and ear. And finally the yearning in his voice had made her body powerless. They could both feel her breathing going faster and shallower to almost a carnal pant. They could both feel him harden as he vacuum sealed the gap between them and pushed her table. And he suggestively asked "is this where you want it?" Still between hi s strong arms and Grecian body, she turned around very slowly. The sexual prowl in her eyes as she looked at him almost intimidated in him. He could see her aroused lips, her bare neck waiting to be bitten and her pant that had resulted in the rise and fall of her chest, revealing a bit of her cleavage with every breath. She moved her hands and cupped his stubbled face and responded "how about we start here" kissed his mouth. He moved his hand from the desk to her buttocks and raised her on to the table. She teasingly opened her legs and he nudged his way in between. She entwined her legs around him to have his body perfectly fit with hers. As she kissed him a second time, he parted his lips and let his tongue slide and she welcomed it with fervor. He didn't know where they were going but he loved where they had started.
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your style is good dear i love the way you have made Khushi totally bold in these things!!!!!!
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