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IPK Diwali Contest Last Voting 18th Nov

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Friends...We have received  few entries from our Dear Members. 

And these entries are all presented below.

PLz Read the lovely stories and vote for your Favourite One story.

All the entries will have specific numbers assigned to them, so while voting please vote as per the specified numbers.
 
The voting will take place in THIS THREAD only. No PM's will be entertained.

the story  with the maximum votes will be declared as the Winner. 

 
 
Participants r not allowed to vote for their own entries. 

Now Just read and VOTE..

Last Date for Voting is 18th November 2012...So Hurry up Guyz!!!!!!!!


 


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Entry # 1

Arnav rose slowly from the couch and walked toward his wife with slow, deliberate movements.
 
He stopped only inches from her, and his magnificent voice swept over her in quiet seduction.
 
"You honestly thought that I would forget...?" His hands reached out and captured her shoulders.
 
Khushi closed her eyes, anticipating his kiss..."I...I don't...I thought..."
 
When she realized that he wasn't going to kiss her, she opened her eyes and the full force of his gaze struck her eyes...
 
One of his hands lifted to her head and he threaded his fingers amidst a tangles of luxurious black strands of her hair...
 
His other arm was anchored firmly around her waist, holding her close.
 
She watched him for a few moments, enjoying the sensual lines of his face, the masculine power he radiated, the relaxed pose of his lips...
 
The thought of the pleasure those lips bestowed made a faint blush rise to her cheeks, even as her breath quickened at the enticing thought.    
 
Their love had become their life...they spent hours learning every intimate secret about each other until they'd fall into an exhausted sleep.
 
She had thought it would be impossible for her body to crave anymore, but just the thought of his arms woven around her had the power to make her stir once again.     
 
Maybe he'd created a monster.     
 
"Keep looking at me like that Khushi and you're going to get yourself into a hell of a lot of trouble..."     
 
Startled, her gaze darted around the room.
 
An amused glint sparked in gun-metal eyes, and his mouth curved in a hint of a smile.
 
Her blush deepened. "I just...I remembered what almost happened last Diwali..."     
 
Reaching up, he began to push away the heavy waves of hair from her face...
 
"I know..."
 
Her breathing became harder..."I...You...We almost...for the first time..."
 
Arnav slid his arms even more securely around her..."We almost what..."
 
Khushi's frustration tumbled out..."How can I remember when I feel your hungry gaze on my poor, defenseless body?"
 
Arnav laughed indulgently.
 
Again he was reminded of the elusive foxfire as she made a lightning transition from desirable to playful...
 
"Defenseless? Honestly Khushi, YOU are my own personal firecracker..."
 
He thought about the wonderful providence that had dropped the woman of his dreams right into his arms...
 
Needing to regain control, Khushi stood on tip toes and lightly pressed her lips to his...
 
Her quick action rendered him still as a statue...
 
Her hands slid underneath his jacket and around his waist, tugging him slightly closer...
 
Just as Arnav was about to respond, she released him and pulled away from his mouth...
 
His eyes snapped open and his voice became a ravenous growl..."Ohhh no you don't..."
 
He locked his arms firmly around her and took a step forward, joining their torsos once again...
 
Her body shot up in an unconscious, erotic reaction which he watched with interest.
 
"You wanna play with fire Mrs. Raizada?"     
 
His mouth closed over hers and kissed her deeply...
 
She gasped as his kiss turned desperate and devouring...
 
Arnav was the first to break away.
 
Shaking his head slowly to clear his drugged senses, he let his arms drop away from Khushi's irresistible form.
 
He took a step backward, putting a breathing space between them.
 
Khushi ran a trembling hand through her hair...
 
"YOU seem to like to play with fire Mr. Raizada..."
 
"Only since I met you."
 
"If that was to prove to me that you haven't forgotten what happened last year well, then you've succeeded to convince me. I won't need a second demonstration."
 
They stood a few inches apart, their breathing combining in harsh cadence in their quiet bedroom..
 
Khushi was the first to speak.
 
The sparkling smile she cast at him transformed her from beautiful seductress to fun-loving little girl.
 
"You want fire?" she said.
 
"I'll give you fire. After tonight you'll be the one that ignites! You may be ASR, But I am KKGSR! Twice the nightmare!"
 
She spun around and marched proudly out of their room...
 
Arnav anticipated what surprises would be awaiting for him...
 
All he truly wanted was to hold his wife close and say the three words which had taken him far too long to utter, as many times as he could...
 
...
 
Later that evening, as he decended the stairs he gazed around in complete amazement...
 
The lights...
 
The beauty...
 
But out of it all, something shone brighter than the rest...
 
Arnav carressed Khushi with his eyes and saw the slight blush that began to heat her cheeks...
 
"Chote? What do you think? Hasn't Khushiji done beautiful decorating?"
 
Arnav leaned in, embracing his sister and wryly said, "It's not bad..."
 
Instantly noticing the adorable scowl that wrinkled her brow, he heard her mutter..."Not an ounce of romance in his soul."
 
He prowled towards her...
 
She began to turn and stomp away but Arnav gripped her dupatta halting her …
 
Walking up close behind her, he whispered..."I take that as a challenge..."
 
Eyes widening, heart kicking up speed, she tried to act innocent..."What? What do you mean?"
 
His breath was hot against her neck as he replied..."Not an ounce of romance?..."
 
His eyes ascended to hers...and the grin he gave, all sexy man and naughty boy, flicked a spark onto the coals of her desire. 
 
" I'll take that bet...My little firecracker..."

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Entry # 2

Pinning the red pallu over her shoulder, Khushi stared

into her reflection the kohl-filled eyes staring back, the smile fixed on her
red-stained lips but her eyes harboring the same pain and the hollowness she
had felt in her chest during the course of the entire last week.



Since Arnav had found her with the DNA reports, things had
started taking a turn for the downhill.


She had thrown away the reports to pacify him, hoping that
he would forgive her childish mistake, laugh at her crazy antics as he always
did, but Khushi still felt the shiver run down her spine as she saw the
coldness and hatred emanating off his caramel-orbs as he had stared at her with
such pain and anguish that Khushi had almost stumbled back, the smile falling off
her face as she had stared back at him, her heart beating faster – but this
time due to the cold fear that had slowly swept through her as the sinking
realization that she had committed a grave mistake, dawned on her.



He had questioned her, asked her why she never took the
courage to share her worries, and Khushi's own anger had tried placing the
blame on him by stating that she was not as liberal in these matters as him,
and for him sleeping around with women was fine, but for her it wasn't.


She closed her eyes as she remembered the pain that had
registered in his eyes and he had grabbed her by the shoulders firmly, bringing
her closer. He had told her that he could never hurt her, he had told her that
after everything they had been through, she could have trusted him with
anything, and by doing a DNA test without his consent or knowledge had hurt him
far worse than any of her accusations ever would have.



Khushi had realized her small mistake, and she had felt a
deep helplessness settle in her stomach as she had tried to grab at his
shoulders to pull him closer as he took a step away. She had tried to explain,
but he had pushed away her arms, and turned away, closing his eyes painfully,
the muscle jumping in his cheek in agitation, before he had walked away from
there as Khushi stared after his retreating back, a slow trail of tears making
their way down her cheeks.



Khushi opened her eyes and stared at her reflection, a hand
running through her hair, and smoothing out the sari again. The emptiness and
agitation she had felt in her stomach had not decreased over the course of the
week. Khushi leaned over to run the kajal pencil over her lower lid, again
emphasizing her eyes some more, as her mind still kept mulling over that day.



She had tried time and time again to make it up to him, but
he had brushed away her efforts, the indifference replacing the anger, and it
was this coldness from him that had pinched Khushi's heart far worse than his
anger ever had.



She was used to his words. She was used to him pushing her
against the wall to trap her and make her listen, however she was not used to
his silence. She was not used to the stony-cold look in his eyes every time
they met hers, she was not used to the flash of pain that briefly swept past
his eyes every time he looked at her – and she was not used to being the reason
for all of this.



She sighed, and straightened out her gold and red sari, the
fingers brushing over the works on the pleats, making sure they were tucked
into her waist safely, that her red-painted toes just about peeked through the
sari as she stepped about, and that the pallu was modestly covering her chest
and her waist.



She leaned over to touch the red stain against her lips, to
make sure the colour was perfect and did not fade away, before she grabbed a
brush and lightly let it brush away the tangles in her hair, knowing that this
was the twentieth time she had done that.




She looked in the mirror again, knowing that red was his
favorite colour, knowing that seeing her in this bright colour often ebbed away
whatever frustration he felt – and she hoped that tonight, on the night of
Diwali, they could have another new beginning and that he would forgive her.



********



Khushi crouched down next to the diyas, flicking her hair
over her shoulder, making sure it did not come in contact with the matchstick
that she hovered over the oil-soaked cotton. Watching the diya illuminate, the
fire crackling as it caught onto the cotton, she turned to light another one, a
small smile spreading across her face, feeling the small and slow warmth of the
fire spread across her face. Her smile widened as she burnt another matchstick
and lighted another diya, slowly bringing it to another one near her, before
she got up, and looked around to see all the diyas in a circular motion around
her lighted and casting a pretty reflection across the entire entrance of the
Raizada Mansion.



Just as she was about to step over a diya, a cry halted her
in her tracks and she looked up in surprise to see Anjali in front of her, her
eyes wide in terror as she stared at Khushi.


"Bhabhi, be
careful!" She exclaimed, before quickly limping to her, her hand outstretched
for help, "There are burning lamps all around you, and here you are casually
stepping over them in a sari!"



Just as Anjali finished reprimanding her, before helping her
over the diyas, another two pair of footsteps came from the back, causing
Khushi's back to stiffen as her skin prickled with goosebumps as she recognized
the steps and the scent from the man presently a few feet behind her.



"Here you are chote"
Anjali said, before walking towards her brother, and looking up at him with a
smile on her face, "Khushiji almost gave
me a heart attack just then!"



Arnav's eyes flickered over to her, briefly sweeping over
her outfit, before he looked away without a flicker of emotion on his face.
Khushi felt her breath hitch as her throat turned heavy from the lack of
response and her effort gone to a waste.



Not bothering to hear Arnav's reply, Khushi turned on her
heel and walked out of the house, to the garden outside where everyone was
gathered to celebrate Diwali.



********



Khushi let out a small laugh as she saw Aarav glaring at the
firecrackers, not participating with the other kids who had come from the
neighbourhood to play Diwali together.



"Khushi, you love burning firecrackers!" Payal commented,
her face alight with a wide smile as she leaned back into Akaash who had his
arms across her waist, "Why don't you join the kids like you do every year?"



Khushi felt the smile dip from her face as her eyes
immediately moved to Arnav who was standing next to Nani, in a deep
conversation with her.


Arnav's eyes lifted from Nani and connected with hers, holding
her gaze for a few moments, before looking back at Nani and continuing his
conversation,


"I don't feel like it Jiji"
Khushi muttered, relieved when Payal did not implore any further.


"Didi!" A kid said
tugging at her sari, causing Khushi to crouch down to his level, "I can't find
anymore phooljharris"



"They should be next to where all the other firecrackers
are" Khushi frowned as she got up, took the hand of the kid and started walking
towards where the other firecrackers were, carefully dodging every other odd chakri and anarkali that came in her way.



Peering down into the big box of firecrackers, Khushi moved
around a few, digging her hand in, trying to find a box of more firecrackers to
give the kids.



"What the-"



Khushi looked over her shoulder to see Aarav standing there,
his hands in his pockets as he stared at Khushi poking her head into a box
trying to find some firecrackers.



"Found it!" Khushi exclaimed as she wrapped her hand around
a box of the phoooljharris, only to
see the kid that had asked for them had left, after borrowing a few from his
friend.



She was about to place the firecrackers back, when she
looked at Aarav and smiled, holding them out for him to take one.


"I don't play with toys" He muttered , looking away, his
eyes occasionally flicking over to the kids having fun.



Khushi rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement. She
was still getting used to their similarities, and as her gaze flickered over to
where Arnav was, who had aligned himself while talking to Nani so his body was
facing where she was, she noticed that throughout the week ever since the DNA
episode had happened, Arnav had taken a conscious decision to step away from
Sheetal and Aarav. Her gaze wandered over to Sheetal who was sitting with a
shawl wrapped around her frame, talking to NK, and the small blush on her
cheeks told her that thing were progressing well there as well.



"It's not toys" Khushi finally said looking back at Aarav,
"Even adults play with these"



"I don't see any adults playing with them," He muttered, and
Khushi looked out to see all the Raizada family sitting around talking to one
another.



"Here, I'll play with you" Khushi said, holding out her hand
for him to accept so she could steer him to where the kids where gathered.



'No. Not with the kids" Aarav said, and Khushi chuckled
before nodding. His tiny hand grabbed hers and Khushi took him towards where
the adults were seated, however at a distance so they did not disturb anyone.



"OkayAarav, I am
going to bring a diya here. Just hold
the firecracker against it, and then we'll light it up" Khushi said, as she
walked towards the line of diyas on the side, when she heard Aarav call out.



"I got one!"



Khushi looked over her shoulder to see Aarav holding a chakri instead of a phooljharri, and a loud cry escaped her lips, as she ran towards
him, the fear spreading through her body, as she saw the chakri's tip light on fire, Aarav's tiny hand still holding the
firecracker.



Khushi's cry alerted the other members, and they looked up
startled to see Khushi run across the garden to where Aarav was, grab the
igniting chakri from its lit end, not
caring about the sudden pain up her palm as she threw it away. She faintly heard someone screaming out her
name in a distance, however Khushi was too shaken up to concentrate on what was
happening around her.



A faint ringing noise filled her ears as the adrenalin
pumped through her body, her breathing still fast, and she grabbed Aarav's
hands, her eyes inspecting over them, to see them completely unharmed.



She closed her eyes in relief, and then a harsh grip on her
arm, brought her back to earth, as she was spun around, to be crushed to a
chest, an arm wrapping tightly around her waist, the other anchoring her face
to his shoulder, as he breathed in deeply; his heart beat wildly against his
chest, while her own heart briefly soared at the contact, before she registered
the pain on her palm and she hissed out loud, tears coming to her eyes.



Arnav stepped away, concern etched over his face as he
grabbed her hurt hand and held it up, peering closely to see the angry red mark
crossing over her palm from where she had held the lit end of the firework.



"Dammit Khushi" He growled under his breath, before looking
around and demanding for someone to bring ice water.



As Hari Prakash rushed in to get some ice water, Arnav
wrapped an arm around her waist, held her close as he guided her inside. Khushi
leaned into his embrace, welcoming the few minutes of closeness she
experienced, before he put on the faade of indifference yet again.



The water was placed on the dining table, and Arnav pulled
back a chair, forcing Khushi to sit down, before he placed her hand in the ice
water. Khushi flinched and tried drawing her hand back, but Arnav forcefully
held it in place, letting the burn be soothed by the coolness of the ice.



Khushi stared at the hand that was submerged in a bowl of
water, Arnav's hand resting over hers, too scared to look up at Arnav in fear
that the indifference would still be there.



However had she looked up she would have seen Arnav's eyes
wet with emotion as he stared down at Khushi, pain once again flashing in his
eyes.



********



"Bitiya!" Nani
exclaimed as she ran inside to see Khushi sitting on the chair, Arnav leaning
over her, as he held her hand in the ice water, "What happened? Are you okay?
Show me!" She demanded as she ran over to where they were.



"She's got a burn, it'll take time to heal, Nani" Arnav
muttered, "Do you have painkillers? I can't remember where the first-aid box
is"



Khushi could no longer feel her hand, and as she tried
moving her fingers around, she hissed some more as a sharp pain shot up her
palm,


"Stop it Khushi"
He snapped, and Khushi's eyes flashed up to his in annoyance, only to soften
considerably to see him completely concentrated on her hand that was still held
in the ice water.



"How long?" She asked softly, and his eyes shifted to
connect with hers, as Khushi held her breath, feeling the happiness returning
in her being at no longer seeing the indifference in his eyes.



"5 minutes more" He said, his own voice low and soft, no
longer a growl or clipped, cold tone. Khushi nodded and leaned back in her chair,
her back rubbing against the front of his trousers, and he stepped in closer to
provide her with some back support as she leaned back and let her head rest
against his flat abdomen.




********



"Here you go, Chote"
Anjali said as she placed the ointment on the table, giving Khushi's shoulder a
squeeze of comfort.



"Did you want to change out of your clothes before I applied
your medicine?" Arnav asked, his eyes boring into hers as he waited for her
response. Khushi held his gaze as she slowly nodded.



********



Arnav took out her cotton night suit and held it up to her,
and Khushi took it with her uninjured hand, her fingers brushing over his, as
her eyes flashed up to connect with his. He continued to stare at her, his eyes
refusing to give anything away, and Khushi felt the hope in her deflate once
again.



Was she never going to be forgiven for her mistake?



She moved to the bathroom to change, and fumblingly opened
the door, before closing it shut behind her, not bothering to lock it.



She placed the cotton suit on the counter top of the sink,
her injured palm held up so it wont rub against anything, as she tried undoing
the pins in her sari with one hand. She looked at her reflection and saw the
perfect kohl eyes and the red-stained lips staring back at her, and she felt
the tears prickle her eyes as she realized that all her efforts had gone to
vain.



Starting to get frustrated with the pin at her pallu, she
tugged at it harder, the tears now blurring her vision, just as the pointy edge
of the pin sharply pricked her skin, causing her to gasp out in pain as she
closed her eyes and bit her lip, whimpering slightly.



Two sharp knocks on the door alerted her, and she replied,
"Yes?". acutely aware that her voice had wobbled, betraying the tears that
threatened to stream down her face.



"Khushi, mein andar aa
jaoon?
" He asked, opening the door slightly and Khushi replied in
affirmative and watched as he opened the door, leaving it open as he stepped in
and took in her state.



Without asking, he moved towards her and started to slowly
undo the pins in her sari, his fingers every now and then brushing against the bare
flesh, that got exposed every time he removed layer after layer of the sari.


The pleats had been pinned as well, and as he moved to undo
the pin, his fingers brushed against her bare stomach, and Khushi gasped, as
her stomach tightened in reflex, biting her lip as his knuckle kept brushing
against the skin as he worked towards removing the pin.



Removing the sari, he motioned for her to turn around so he
could undo the blouse. Khushi looked down blushing, her face turning warm; when
she suddenly gasped as the light in the bathroom was switched off, save for the
lone diya lighted in the bathroom, providing the only source of light.


She looked up to see a small smile on his face, as he took
hold of her shoulders and turned her around.


Khushi felt a fresh new wave of tears prickle her eyes as
she felt herself go breathless. He had turned the lights off for her, so she
wouldn't feel uncomfortable, despite him having seen all of her before. She
looked down, and gave out a sniffle her uninjured hand coming to press against
her lips to stop the tears from taking over.



"Khushi? Am I hurting you?" He asked, alarm seeping into his
voice as Khushi's whole body shook with sobs. She turned around, and flung her
arms around his waist, mindful of not letting her burnt hand come in contact
with anything, as she buried her face in his chest, letting her tears soak the
white shirt he had worn for the evening.



His own arms wrapped around her bare waist, as he gently
tried calming her.


"I am sorry" She choked out, and Arnav tightened his hold,
shaking his head.



"Khushi, I should be sorry. I knew you were insecure of
Sheetal, but didn't pay any heed to it, thinking you would get over it. I am
sorry Khushi, I should have been more sensitive" He whispered, and Khushi
stepped closer, seeking more of his warmth, as he hugged her tighter.



"I should have trusted you"



"We both made mistakes Khushi" He sighed, "And I handled it
badly as well. Instead of talking, I ignored you"



Khushi sniffed, her tears slowly drying as they slowly
talked out their mistakes over the course of last week.



"I tried" He whispered, his arms tightening around her, as
he inhaled deeply, taking in her soft scent, "But I wasn't sure how to ask for
your forgiveness, and so I decided to avoid…"



She slowly moved her head away from the his chest, and
looked up at him, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, as the caramel eyes
stared back at her, with the intensity she had grown to love. Feeling a shiver
run down her spine, she whispered,



"Arnavji, whatever you do. Never ignore me again"



He smiled, and bent down to kiss her forehead, his lips
brushing against the skin, and Khushi closed her eyes as she felt the pressure.


"Khushi, promise me, that you will never put yourself in such danger again" He growled out, and Khushi frowned in confusion, a small smile playing at her lips, rolling her eyes in amusement,


"Arnavji, it was just a small burn, I'll be better-"


"It wasn't just the firecracker, Khushi!" He cut her off, "You gave me a heart attack
tonight. Did you know that when you ran back to Aarav, your pallu had caught on
fire? I had to come and quickly step on it to make sure it didn't burn you! I
couldn't even rip it off since it was pinned to you!" Arnav said and Khushi's
eyes widened in shock.



She pulled away and looked down at the floor, and sure
enough, even the darkness she could see the edges burnt off the pallu, and dirt
marks on where Arnav had stepped on it.



"I didn't know…" She trailed off, staring down in shock.



Arnav sighed and pulled her closer, bringing her attention
back, "Khushi, please promise to think and talk before you do anything?" He asked, his eyes roaming over her face, and Khushi understood. He wasn't just asking her to be careful, but he wanted the communication to be established in their relationship. Khushi nodded, leaning up to brush her lips against his, sealing her promise.


As Arnav turned Khushi around to help her out of her clothes, Khushi closed her eyes in contentment, a small smile touching her red stained lips, at another grain of trust that had established in their relationship.

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Entry # 3


Tonight is the special Diwali night in the neighbourhood as the Raizada house decorated as a bride welcomed its guests for the Diwali Party.

Arnav stood a few distance away from the entrance watching all the guests dressed up elegantly for the function. But there was one special person for whom he waited specially. 

He frowned irritated as he waited for her. He had asked her to come earlier for the party lest he would be dam bored all alone and She. She was late as usual.

Suddenly his breadth hitched as he saw his thoughts taking shape. His special guest, his best friend forever was finally here. 

Khushi Kumari Gupta. 

She was her best friend. Arnav and Khushi had been school partners, college partners, dance partners and so were they crime partners too, their family being close friends added it up for them.

Now Arnav joined his father's business empire while Khushi joined her father's. They were now business partners. They always ended up being partners for each other in whatever they did.

They always fighted and argued but at the end of the day they were always together. Best Friends which they were.

Arnav had never thought of anything more for Khushi. He dated many girls but Khushi never did and that always releived him. He didn't know why.

But today Arnav felt different. As if this Diwali wasn't the same like any other Diwali night. They celebrated Diwali every year together.

But today, for Arnav the fairy lights seemed to glow brighter, the Diya's warmth reached his hearted and he didn't for once hear any bursting of crackers. 

Arnav stared mesmerised at Khushi. For the first had he seen Khushi dressed up in a saree and that too in his favourite colour.

RED.

Her hairs left open. For the first time he noticed how long they were and he craved to run his hands through them. Her eyes seemed to glow as she took the blessings of his parents and hugged his sister. She was too lively and did mingle with his family very well. His family had always supported her even if it was her mistake and not his, earning him a scolding. But soon she would come to him and say sorry pouting which always did melt his heart.

A small smiled adored his face as the memories spent flashed through his brains.

He saw her smiling and waving back at him, coming toward him in a hugged. Her smile seemed an extra bright and charming today. He hadn't noticed when his hand had automatically, out of instinct had waved her back. And had been doing until she had reached him and had surprisingly stared at him, amused and this had brought her back to reality.

He wished her a HAPPY DIWALI and so did she followed by a bear hug form her. He did hug her back. But this mere hug had manged to excite him as nervousness went down his spine. This was not the first time they had hugged but then what had happened all of a sudden that it all seemed so different. He became stiff and excused himself as he hurried into his room, locking it.

***

Khushi stood in the middle of the hallway as Arnav left her and went by. It was he who was so insistent upon her coming soon and she had too agreed. Now that she had come he left her and went by.

She couldn't help but feel a little hurt. He always thought her as his best friend but she couldn't help feeling for him even then. 

She sighed as she thought that she had fallen in Love with her best friend, Arnav, knowing very well that he didn't love her nor would her ever. He had never ever felt anything of her. His touch was friendly and pure but she could not help but feel butterflies flying in her stomach with his mere touch. Forget touch his close proximity seemed to make her forget to even breath. Cm' on Forget Proximity, him being with her made her heart speed up and start beating louder and faster, increasing her acidity.

She turned as Arnav's sister had called her, asking her to light the diya's in the poolside which she had seemed to have forgotten.

Khushi made his way to the poolside. The pool side was attached to Arnav's room. They had spent special moments at this place. She couldn't help but feel that maybe her tormented heart would finally get bliss on this very Diwali night.

Khushi jumped as she heard the blasting of a cracker nearby, behind the wall. She smiled at her silliness and patted her own head. She looked up at the sky and her face lit up as she saw the sky lighting up with colourful lights of the crackers.

She loved Diwali. It was on this diwali night that she had first met Arnav. First fought with him. First time became friends on this Diwali night. At was last year Diwali night that she had realised her feelings for her best friend. 

She had made sure that she never let her feelings down in front of him. She never wanted to loose his friendship. She would not be able to live without him. But it hurt when you see your love with someone else. It hurt when you have to hide you feeling from him and smile back as if nothing had happened and force a smile at him.

She sighed as the memories of last Diwali flashed before her. She smiled and she started lighting Diyas.

***

After being in the confines of his room, Arnav had realised what Khushi ment to him. But he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as what would Khushi think when she would come to know about his feelings fo her. 

No. He would never let his feelings break their friendship. And for it, he was ready to wait. Wait if needed his whole life for her.

He saw various emotions flooding across her face.

From disappointment to hurt. To hurt to love. To love to confusion to determination. And then a content smile as she lit the diya and blew the matchsticks as they ended.

He smiled at her antics. She was everything that he need in his life. But he would have to keep his feeling in check around her. For the shake of their friendship.

***

Little did they both know that they both had feelings for each other. If only they could read each other's mind and know it all but this not possible.

Khushi was lighting a diya when suddenly he looked up to see Arnav staring at her. For the first time, she saw the depth in his eyes as he stared at her. She gulped as her heartbeats raced forgetting the world around them, they stared at each other, lost in another world.

Suddenly Arnav sprang up as he threw the matchstick she was holding to the ground and screemed at her.

"Khushi! Be carefull dammit! What if you would have burnt yourself. Can't you see the matchstick ending."

"Oh! Arnav...I'm really sorry you know. I hadn't just seen. But it's all your fault"

"Ah! So tell me why this accusion on me. What have I Done?"

"Because you were staring at me!"

"Oh. Is it? Can't I? I don't think I would have to pay a tax to stare you. Do I?"

"No! But.., You just..You know..I was just kind of.."

"Lost"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Should I be Arnav?"

"Tables turned! Is it Khushi!"

"Don't change the topic Arnav. And Dont. Stare. At Me. Like that?"

"Why?"

"I feel a little uneasy!"

"Why?"

"what why Arnav? And why were you staring at me"

"I just wanted to talk to you! And don't look at me as if I did a crime at just staring at my love!"

"What?''

"Oh! I mean you know! You are my best friend."

"You sure. Just that?"

"Yup! Why you thought something more"

"Yup! Foolish of me to think that way"

"And what were you thinking?"

"And why should I say that to you?''

"And why won't you Khushi?"

"Because..I just can't? Now stop it all here. You have gone crazy."

"It's not me. its you!"

"Oh Ya! That's why you left me stranded downstairs after you asked me to come soon to the party. Maybe you just remembered to call you girl friend then?"

"Girl Friend? Who Girl friend?"

"Sheetal! She said me! Don't lie to me now?"

"Hey! Khushi! Don't cry. You know I can't see you cry ever."

"No! You go to that Sheetal!''

"Sheetal is not my girl friend Khushi. I don't know why she is doing it all. Trust me Khushi!"

" Promise!"

"Promise Khushi! And now smile!''

"You are the best! I really really am so happy now!"

"Was some one Jealous?"

"Who jealous?"

"Don't act so innocent Khushi! You were!"

"No I wasn't."

"Okaaay! You sure?"

"yeh!"

"100%?" Saying so he leaned in closer and closer each passing second. Was she really Jealous? Yes! She was. But she would never confess that to him. Ever.

She was about to deny once again when she felt his soft lips on hers. Shivers ran down his spine.

He was Kissing her?

This was what which ran through their brains. They knew they should stop befor thing got complicated but neither of them seemed to break first. But live this moment and chrish this Diwali.

Their first Kiss!

They kissed each other passionately. At first it was slow and nervous of the other person's reaction but soon it went wild.

They finally broke being out of breath as their breaths mingled and their foreheads resting on each other.

They stood motionless as the heard the fire crackers lighting up the sky with bright colours. The poolside decorated with Diya's and Fairy lights.

They smiled at each other.

"I LOVE YOU!"

They laughed. Their laugher mixing up with the loud noise of the crackers. Their eyes sparling with the Fairy lights. Their arms around each other as their hearts were now at peace.

This year's Diwali too had been special as the Diwali Nights every year. But a little special this time.

Cupid and Psyche lived happily ever after.

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Arnav grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.   


He walked to the poolside, hoping cold night air would help.


Hurrying, he realized that even his brisk stride couldn't calm his body or his mind.


Khushi's face was all he could see...and that was vivid and clear.


Her frightened eyes as his anger spirralled out of control...


Her mesmerizing smile as she laughed with his family...


And her trembling lips...the night of Diwali...as she waited for his kiss...


The determination in her voice when she'd rescued him from Shyam was like a repetitive soundtrack that wouldn't stop playing.   


Her desperate tears, as she tried to convince him of her innocence...


The pain in her eyes as she endured all his taunting...


And her confusion... because he had played havoc with her life...



As he walked to his room, he saw a shadow of movement beside the pool and he started toward it...   



Khushi.


Sitting silently surrounded by twinkling lights...


Recognizing her, Arnav took a deep breath of night air cold enough to burn his lungs.


But the pain didn't matter.   


Suddenly nothing mattered but Khushi, sitting, looking serious enough to blot out the blink of white stars, the buttery glow of a three-quarter moon.


He took a few steps forward and her head turned swiftly...


"It's Arnav..." he called softly in case she thought Shyam had come to her...


The glow from lights reached her face.   


She didn't look happy to see him.


"Khushi, it's cold..." he said.


"I couldn't relax in the house. Everyone kept asking me questions..."


He didn't think twice.   "About?"


"Us..."


Arnav had plenty of questions himself...


"Talk to me then..."


She looked over her shoulder at him and saw he was serious.


"Did you know you can own a star?" she asked, gazing at the heavens.


"Seriously?"


She stood, holding the back of the chair with her hand...   


"Akash told me about an hour ago...he saw me looking at the stars...There's a celestial governing board that discovers new stars.   If you e-mail them, they'll tell you where the star is and, for a fee, they'll give it your name."


"You'd like a star?"


She glanced at him and then looked up at the sky again.   "After he told me about it, I thought it was a nice idea. My parents are already up there...and if i had my own star now..." she paused..."at least I could feel closer to them..."


Her words touched his heart in places that only she had been able to reach...


She had such a strong sense of belonging' something he'd never had.   


But more important, he knew she realized how precious that sense of belonging was, how lucky she was to have it.


Her beautiful long hair flowed along her cheek and down her back.   


With her face lifted to the sky, her profile became the perfect cameo.   


He ached to touch her delicate cheeks, her determined chin, her sensually curved lips.   


Instead he clasped her shoulder and she looked from the stars to him.   


Strands of hair teased his hand.   


He'd wanted to run his fingers through it from the first moment he'd laid eyes on it.   


Lifting his hand, he took a lock of black silk between his fingers.   


He'd never felt anything so soft, so sensual.   


One handful wasn't enough.


With both hands, he brushed her hair back from her face.


Khushi let go of the chair and closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair again, and then again.


He turned her to face him, and she rested her hands on his shoulders for balance.     


With a gentle touch, he traced the classic lines of her face, memorizing the softness, the texture, the beauty.   


He caressed her brows, stroked her cheeks, teasingly grazed the point of her chin.   


But he didn't touch her lips; he was saving them for last.


"I regret not kissing you that night of Diwali...I'm not going to have those same regrets tonight," he murmured.


As he leaned toward her, her fingers curled on his shoulders.   


He gave her time to back away.   


But she didn't move..She only raised her face to meet his...


The first touch of his lips on hers aroused him.   


He savored the sensations, as he savored Khushi...   


He wasn't about to hurry this; it was already turning into a once-in-a-lifetime experience.   


Splaying his fingers through her hair, he cradled her head in his hands.



The clear night, the velvet sky, the refreshing cold, suddenly became gifts that made the moment more precious than tomorrow.




She was softness and sweetness and passion...everything he wanted and needed...and loved...   


Lightly rubbing his lips across hers, he teased them both.   


Khushi's lips parted...   


But still Arnav didn't enter.   


He took her lower lip between his teeth, laving it with his tongue.


Khushi caught her breath and gave a small erotic moan, fueling Arnav's desire.


He let go of her head and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her body closer.   


His jacket, and her salwar, created inhibiting barriers, leaving the kiss to become their only means of contact.   


With the tip of his tongue, Arnav touched Khushi's.   


She was still for a moment, then shyly stroked against him.   


Desire rushed through him and throbbed in his lower body until he almost hurt from the need.   


When had he needed so much?   


When had passion left him so breathless?   


When had a simple kiss brought him to such full, immediate arousal?   


Never before...never until Khushi entered his life...


The cold air emphasized the burning heat of their kiss.   


She tasted as warm and sweet and natural as honey on a summer afternoon.


His tongue chased hers.   


Their desire became tantalizing, quicker, feverish.   


Arnav anticipated her breaking away...



The knowing sharpened his control but made the wanting and needing that much more unbearable.   


He wanted so much more than a kiss.   


He needed more than a padded embrace.


She was innocent.


He had tormented her so unforgivabley...


She never NEEDED to prove anything to him...


She sought Arnav's heat, wanting his warmth under her hands.   


His jacket was as cold as the night.   


She abandoned it in favor of the warm skin of his neck.   


She caressed with her thumbs, ruffling the hair at his nape.   


This moment made her forget pain, made her forget she wasn't ready to give her heart to anyone, made her forget Arnav would anull their marriage in a couple of months...


Each time he stroked her tongue, caressed her back, or pulled her even closer, her excitement escalated and she wanted more.   


The passion between them became a palpable need.


Her shivering had nothing to do with the winter night, everything to do with being in Arnav's arms...


When he pressed his lower body against hers, his powerful arousal astonished her.   


"Is it possible..." his thoughts rang out at him..."That after all I've done, she could...she might...?"


The questions floated away as the kiss created a hurricane of sensations and emotions in his mind, in his body, in his heart.   


Kissing Khushi was as exhilarating as flying through the air, as dangerous as the death spiral, as dizzying as a prolonged spin.   


Kissing Arnav drew from her all her energy; it gave her excitement and pleasure and a keening need only Arnav could fill.   


It was confusing and thrilling, and she wanted it to go on forever.


She also knew it wouldn't.   


She knew Arnav was going to break away.   


Even as the thought came, he loosened his hold, slowed down the kiss until his lips only whispered against hers, then put a few inches between them' though he still held her.


She opened her eyes to study his face, to see if she could find out what he was thinking and feeling.


Tenderly, he kissed her forehead, then dropped his arms.


"Was that a 'thankyou for finding me' kiss?"   Her voice was as shaky as she felt.


"No, I've wanted to do that from the moment you fell into my arms...after all I have done, I never expected you to even think about me, let alone try to find me..." His thoughts mirrored her own.   


But said aloud, she wondered why they'd both been so foolish as to think this love would go away with anger or denial...


Arnav's next words confirmed it.   "Now that I've kissed you once, I want to do it for the rest of my life..."


"Arnavji..." He put his finger over her lips.


Her knees still felt weak from the kiss.


"I have wanted you, needed you, hated you and despised you...but out of all this, the only feeling that would never leave, was love...I love you Khushi...I know that after what I've done, I may never be able to reach your heart with my love, but you have been the guiding star for my heart..."


He stepped forwards, his lips a breath away...


All the fear, all the worry, all the hate evaporated...


"I thought I'd never find you...My heart could never let you go..."


No more.


No more waiting.


No more wasting time...


He molded his lips to hers and their bodies collided in a soul possessing kiss...


Finally, he was able to hold, His unreachable Star...



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Part 1 

 

 

Khushi didn't think working out the details for a divorce should take long, not when their marriage had been a business agreement from the beginning.

 

It was really just paperwork...

 

Khushi briefly knocked and heard his voice call for her to come in...

 

She closed the office door and turned to face him as she sat down in a chair across from his desk...

 

Arnav hadn't seen Khushi since the day she left Shantivan.

 

She had successfully found where Shyam had been holding him hostage...

 

He had found out the truth...of her innocence...of his misunderstanding...

 

But the damage had already been done, She was too heartbroken to stay with him...

 

The first 6 months of their marriage, she had been miserable...

 

And now for the last 3 months HE had been miserable...

 

Sure he had begged, cried, screamed, searched... but Khushi would not see him during all that time...

 

And now...she sat in front of him...

 

When he saw her walk into his office, his fractured heart started to solder together...

 

Her voice brought him out of his recollection...

 

She hurried into what she had to say. "We need to get this finished as quickly as possible...the divorce. I don't ask for anything from you."

 

Khushi glanced around his office nervously...

 

Divorce.

 

He never hated something so much...not even Shyam...

 

All he had wanted for months was Khushi...and now, one more thing was trying to seperate them...

 

Trying to find his voice..."Did...uh...did you want a drink?"

 

"What? um...No...no thankyou...I just want to finalize..."

 

"I think we need to talk about this first..."

 

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

 

He paused. "I mean really talk about this. I haven't seen you for 3 months..."

 

"I know..." She looked at him steadily across the desk.

 

Khushi felt anxious again as her eyes shifted around the room...

 

Arnav was glad to see that he was still able to affect her, even if it was only nervousness...

 

He wasn't about to deny that he was madly in love with her...

 

Khushi tried to steel herself against his pull...

 

He still made her heart flutter...

 

She just needed to get the legal paperwork started and they could both put this behind them.

 

"I don't want a divorce." Arnav's quiet sentence fell into the space between them and he looked at her steadily.

 

Feeling a clutch of emotion, Khushi tried to sound less wrecked than she felt.

 

He had to be joking.

 

"What? This has been a fake marriage right from the start...and you...you..."

 

"I know what I did Khushi..." his eyes were tortured..."But I love you...and I want our marriage to be real...like my love for you..."

 

A flush of anger rose in her then.

 

Khushi said hotly, "No."

 

She tried to keep a tight rein on the turmoil inside her.

 

She had loved Arnav...but now, she had to admit to herself that he wasn't completely out of her system.

 

He looked down at the files on his desk, taking a moment to respond. "I just know'" Lifting his gaze to bore into her, he said, "I just know I'm not ready to give up...Not without talking about' some things."

 

"What things?" She knew her exasperation was visible and registered that being angry was easier than the other emotions she had when she saw him again.

 

"The past. About what happened between us..."

 

Khushi felt like she was going to burst into tears...

 

"Damn!" she thought..."I came in here so determined...so strong...I CAN'T fade now!"

 

She quickly stood..."Please Mr. Raizada. Please just sign the papers so I may have my life back..."

 

Arnav stayed seated, fearing that if he stood up he'd either keel over or run to her and kiss her senseless...

 

"I want you to have your life back...I want your life to be with me..."

 

Khushi tried to look away, but his eyes were hypnotic...

 

"I...I need to go...please just sign and..."

 

"I love you..." Arnav said as he stood up...

 

Her breathing hitched...

 

"Sir...?" One of his staff had entered his office...

 

Their trance was immediately broken...

 

Khushi looked down to her hands trying to still her heart...

 

Arnav, on the other hand, was about to murder someone...

 

"What...the...HELL are you doing in here!"

 

Khushi looked up and instantly felt a smile come across her face...

 

"I...I'm...I...I'm so...so sorry sir, but...but your sister has...has been trying ...to call and...and you '"

 

"It's ok...don't be frightened of him...he's not as scary as you think..."

 

Arnav's anger vanished...

 

He looked over at Khushi in awe as his calm voice said, "please tell her I'll call her back..."

 

The frightened officeworker scurried away as fast as he could and Khushi began to laugh...

 

Arnav grinned at her...he was mesmerized..."You are so beautiful..."

 

Her laughter slowed '"You really have to try and curb that anger..."

 

Arnav stepped out from behind his desk...

 

Khushi instantly stepped back...

 

"So let's talk about the divorce." She said it in a rush.

 

Arnav only stepped closer and reached out, putting his hand around her wrist. "Is that really what you want? To scrub 'us' out of your mind and move on?"

 

She looked at his arm as it slid hotly around her back, and then swung her gaze up to meet his eyes. "After everything...I just don't know...we aren't good together...you disliked me long before you married me, and I annoy you and talk to much...Is...Is this really what YOU want?"

 

Instead of answering, Arnav pulled her against himself...

 

She felt sweetly familiar in his arms, so perfect.

 

He heard her draw in a swift breath, her fingers clutching at the sleeves of his shirt...

 

She fit just right against him...

 

Her slim shoulders nestled in his embrace.

 

He didn't want to frighten her...

 

He didn't want to hurt her...

 

And he definitely didn't want her to walk out of his life...

 

"Khushi..." Arnav said as he reeled in his desire...

 

She looked up at him as he lowered his eyes to hers...

 

"I think we're damn  near perfect together..."

 

"Arnavji..."

 

"Yes...that's what you call me...not Mr. Raizada...I'm your husband Khushi..."

 

She shook her head..."No...I came here to..."

 

"I know why you came here...But I just can't do it...I KNOW that we are meant to be together...Give me time to prove myself to you..."

 

Khushi was certain he could hear her heart pounding...

 

Her thoughts raced...

 

She had entered his office feeling so certain, and now...

 

"Khushi, YOU are the light of my life! I need you!"

 

This could either be the biggest mistake, or the best decision.

 

Her voice cracked as she spoke..."You have 3 days...till Diwali..."

 

Pushing his arms away, she stumbled to the doorway, and scurried out of the room...

 

"And time starts...now..."

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

 

Not more than an hour after Khushi arrived home, there was a loud knock on the door...

 

"Arnav Babua?" Buaji was genuinely surprised as she saw Arnav standing in their doorway...

 

"Buaji..."

 

"You HAVE come...I thought that after everything you put Khushi through you would have willingly set her free..."

 

Arnav graciously took the insult..."She deserves freedom...freedom to love and to be happy...and that is what I plan to give her..."

 

Buaji was taken aback momentarily, but quickly countered with..."I don't want my Khushi hurt anymore! For 3 months she was an emotional dam! Crying her heart out over what you did to her...and still all this time she has defended you! All this time she has tried to justify what YOU did! But were you here when she was like this? NO!"

 

Arnav remained still...completely in shock.

 

Buaji stampeded closer till she was almost nose to nose with Arnav..."If you make her that despondent again...'life' will be the least of your worries..."

 

Arnav was now speechless...

 

3 months ago he felt utterly disgraced at himself for his treatment toward Khushi...

 

But when she left, she seemed so strong...she ALWAYS seemed so strong...

 

Not that he saw crying as a weakness, he just didn't realize that she had remained loyal to him as a wife, even though...

 

Mortification rippled through him at warp speed...

 

"Buaji...All those months when I tried to see her...All those times you and Auntie spoke to me...You said she didn't want to see me...I have visited your house every week for THREE MONTHS! Only to find out NOW that my wife was dissolving in tears not more than 10 feet away from me!"

 

"WE didn't let you see her! We weren't prepared to let you hurt her more!"

 

Arnav's anger zeroed in..."HURT HER!? I have been out of my mind without her! No words can describe how much I want and need her! As I said the day she left...I LOVE HER..."

 

Buaji was joined by Garima who had been listening intently..."Please try to understand...We saw how depressed she was...We didn't want to risk having her heart plummet even further..."

 

"I could have helped...I could have spoken to her...proved how bady I needed her, how sorry I was..."

 

A new thought struck him..."Was she even aware of my visits? or calls?"

 

The ladies looked at each other..."No. We never told her."

 

The impact of their answer struck him like lightening..."She...she never knew...that means..."

 

"yes...we convinced Khushi for the divorce...we are her family...we believe that it is best for her..."

 

Arnav's eyes shot up...shining with fierce determination...

 

Resolution became tatooed onto his heart...

 

"I may not have been what was best for her then, but I love Khushi and I will NOT give her up...not now, not EVER..."

 

"We are her family..." Buaji spoke firmly...

 

"And I am her husband...until she tells me otherwise, with a decision she has made from her OWN mind, that she wants this stupid divorce...Now...I respectfully ask you to inform my wife, that her husband is here..."

 

Buaji and Garima stared dumbly...

 

"Arnavji?"

 

Khushi stood beneath the arch of her bedroom's doorway...

 

Arnav felt like he was in a filmy movie...

 

His heart started to beat ferociously...

 

His eyes zoomed in on her beautiful features...

 

As if in slow motion, he walked towards her...

 

Coming to a halt close in front of her, all he managed to rasp out was, "Hi..."

 

"Nam..Namaste..."

 

"How are you today?"

 

"I...I'm...okay...how are you?" her voice was nervous...

 

"I'm with you..."

 

"uh...um..."

 

Arnav leaned in closer and whispered..."You look beautiful..."

 

His forthrightness shocked and unnerved her.

 

She realized that if she had expected to remain unmoved by this man, she'd been mistaken.

 

Instead, she was now a bundle of nerves...

 

"Did...did you want some tea? I can..."

 

"I'd love some..." he interrupted...

 

But he still wasn't moving away...

 

Khushi awkwardly tried to move past him but only ended up standing closer to him...

 

She could feel the heat of his body as they stood almost pressed together...

 

"Arnavji, I have to..."

 

Arnav smiled slightly, and leaned in to kiss her lingeringly on her cheek as he had done all those months ago by the poolside...

 

Her reaction was almost exactly the same...

 

Shock, fire, wide eyes...

 

His lips burned her skin and her big eyes shone with wonderment...

 

Before she could back away, or push him away, Arnav stepped back, clearing the doorway for her to walk out...

 

Scurrying away, Khushi made her way to the kitchen as Arnav followed...

 

Buaji came in and informed Khushi that Garima and her were taking Babuji out..."We will NOT be long, and if you need anything Happyji is out front..."

 

Sending Arnav one more piercing gaze of warning, she thumped out of the house...

 

Alone.

 

Alone with her 'husband'.

 

Alone with Arnav Singh Raizada.

 

"No problem...I have been alone with him before...but...those were times when he hated me...when he was angry...when I was scared of him...but...I'm still scared of him..."

 

Her thoughts were running rampant as she fumbled about preparing the tea.

 

"I may not be scared for the same reason but...maybe it is the same reason...although he doesn't look like he's going to hurt me...but then, I haven't seen him in months and he may want revenge...but what kind of revenge would this be?"

 

She chanced a look over her shoulder at him...

 

He was staring at her closely...

 

Quickly turning away, her thoughts continued..."He appears different...but still the same angry laad govenor..." she snickered a little..."would he be angry at me still though...no Khushi...what have you done? you cleared your name...you proved your innocence...it's over...this is over...our relationship is...is...He said he...he lov...loves..."

 

"I said that I love you..." Arnav declared...

 

Realization crashed into her...

 

She was thinking everything out loud...

 

Her hands shook and the cup she was holding almost fell...

 

Arnav quickly caught it before it shattered on the floor...

 

Placing the cup on the kitchen bench, he held her trembling hands...

 

"I love you Khushi...and as for everything else you said...No, I won't hurt you...I am in no way angry at you...you are the most beautiful, the most frustrating, the most generous, and the most trustworthy woman I know..."

 

He brought his hands up to her face as he continued..."Our relationship is not over..."

 

Khushi felt indignation spike in her heart and stepped away from him...

 

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she lied. 

 

"Yes you do," he said calmly..."You're putting stumbling blocks in our path."

 

"There is no 'our path,' There's your way and mine."

 

Arnav prowled forwards..."since the day I met you...both of our 'paths' have met continuously...whether you want it to be this way or not...you and I will always end up together...I fought it...you may fight it...but there one thing that we can't fight...Love...I've loved you since the beginning..."

 

Khushi stood mesmerized by his eyes, but managed to grind out..."We aren't meant for each other..."

 

His eyes...they unnerved her even more than his penchant for total honesty.

 

Suddenly she saw him smile...

 

"why...why are you smiling?"

 

"I'm thinking what fun I'm going to have proving that you're wrong...and winning this bet..."

 

"You...this isn't a bet!"

 

He quickly backed her up against the cupboard...

 

There was barely a breath between them...with one hand, he ran his fingers down her arm and held her hand...and with the other, he lifted her chin gently tipping her face upward, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

 

"I have said this before, but this time I want you to see the love in my eyes as I do...I am Arnav Singh Raizada...And I never back away from a challenge...you gave me 48 hours..." he murmured.

 

She felt as if she'd been pulled into the center of a volcano...and the only was out, was to erupt with love...

 

His eyes seared her face, his hand burned her chin, and the nearness of him blazed through her with a ferocity that made her knees weak. 

 

Not for one second since she'd met him had she forgotten that he was Arnav Singh Raizada... a man of power...

 

Unconsciously her tongue flicked over her lips, and she wondered what he would think if he knew that she wanted to kiss him.

 

Right now.

 

This very minute.

 

She wanted to wind herself around him, and press her mouth onto his, she wanted to run her hands over those magnificent muscles...

 

In the small eternity his hands were touching her, the thoughts reeled drunkenly through her mind...

 

So much for going by her rules.

 

Arnav lowered his hands and shoved them deep into his pockets.

 

He balled them into fists and strained against the fabric...

 

She had no idea how close she had come to being kissed.

 

"No Arnav...Don't push too hard and too fast..." he warned himself..."Give her time to get used to the idea...Curb that impatience that's been growing inside you from the moment she fell into your arms..."

 

 








Part 2

 

 

 

 

1AM...

 

Khushi lay in bed thinking about her day...

 

For months she'd been learning how to cope without him near her...

 

And yet for the entire day, he had not only spent time with her, but shocked her with the little things he remembered about her...

 

Now, as sleep evaded her, she wondered how she'll be able to manage her heart...

 

"Diwali..." she scoffed..."WHY did I choose then!? That was the time he...the time we almost...almost kissed for the first time..."

 

Tossing and turning, Khushi sighed...

 

"He was so close..." she mumbled to herself..."Did he always stand that close to me..."

 

"And the way he looked at me..." her breathing quickened...

 

"No...No Khushi...He didn't trust you...why should you trust him...why now? He had 3 months to talk to me, to try and have a real marriage with me...but he didn't..."

 

She let her heavy lids close and immediately she saw his eyes...

 

Shaking her head..."Laad Governor...I can't even escape you when I close my eyes..."

 

'...

 

 

 

Arnav also had trouble sleeping...

 

Spending the day with his wife had been pure bliss, and utter terror...

 

He had retained his composure the entire day, and now he was failing...

 

"What if I can't convince her...What if she trusts her family over me...I wouldn't blame her, I have no right to her heart seeing as I was the one to break it...I have to get her back...I have to..."

 

He closed his eyes, knowing he'd see her in his dreams...

 

 

 

'...

 

 

 

 

The next morning, Khushi was silent at the breakfast table...

 

"What is wrong Khushi? Has something upset you?" her Amma asked...

 

"It's almost 9am..." Khushi mumbled...

 

"What?" Garima asked feeling confused...

 

"What? Didn't you just ask me what the time was?" Khushi said looking up...

 

"Khushi...are you okay? are you unwell?"

 

"Ofcourse I am Amma...I'm...I'm..." her voiced started to trail off..."3 months...and NOW he wants to see me..."

 

Garima heard her and guiltily looked towards her..."Khushi..." Garima pulled out the chair beside Khushi and sat down...

 

"Khushi...He...He did try to see you...we just felt...we saw how distraught you were, how much pain you were in...we didn't know if it would be the right decision to let him see you..."

 

Khushi couldn't speak...her thoughts warred for the right reaction...

 

"They stopped him from seeing me? Arnavji DID want to see me all this time? I understand their concern, but he is my husband...why didn't he insist? Since when does he take no for an answer?! But he would want to respect my family since he said he lov...does he love me? My family love me enough to protect me from him...but..."

 

"Khushi?"

 

Her head jerked up as Garima interrupted her thoughts...

 

"Did we do right? We only wanted to protect you..."

 

Khushi didn't think, her emotions burst out...

 

"No no Khushi, please don't cry more..."

 

"Amma, I don't know anything anymore...I love you all for wanting to protect me, but I also lov..." her voice froze...

 

"Do you love him Khushi?"

 

She couldn't bring her gaze up...afraid that her answer would shine forth...

 

 

 

 

'...

 

 

 

Arnav drove towards the Gupta house...silently praying..."Let her believe my love...let her feel it...Let love erase the pain I caused..."

 

As he parked his car outside, he saw her out front laying some blankets over the railing...

 

"Khushi..." he breathed

 

Her head lifted, hair flicked, and eyes sought...turning instantly to where her heart led...

 

Their eyes locked onto each other...

 

Arnav's heart began to pound...

 

He exited his car and sauntered towards her...

 

As he got closer she finally found courage to speak..."You...? You're here...again?" Her voice came out shaky and she mentally scolded herself...

 

"My heart is here...I can't breathe without my heart..."

 

Her husband now stood before her...successfully erasing her mind of any other thought...

 

"You're so tall..." she mumbled out before she could stop herself...

 

Arnav smiled...

 

Khushi's hand flew to cover her mouth in embarrassment...

 

Seeing her discomfort, he quickly spoke...

 

"Come..." he said as his arm outstretched to lead the way...

 

"What? Where?"

 

"Just take a walk with me..."

 

"Here?"

 

He took her hand as they started down the stairs...

 

Khushi gazed up in surprise...

 

"In case you fall," he said smiling...

 

And knowing that she was more agile than a monkey, he held her hand firmly...

 

Hoping he couldn't feel her racing pulse, she tried to regulate her thoughts by singing a song...

 

Her step was jaunty, keeping time to the music in her head...

 

But the sensation of having her hand in his, sucked her back in..."Rather than losing his appeal, Arnav Singh Raizada is working his way even more deeply into my heart..."

 

Looking at their joined hands she thought..."I love holding hands...There's something so wonderfully romantic about it."

 

Intuitively, as if he heard her thoughts, he lifted her hand to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on her palm.

 

Their gazes united...

 

He thought his heart would burst with love, and he longed to take her in his arms and shout that love from the top of his lungs...

 

The memory of their kiss ignited sparklers inside her body.

 

"Where...um...where are we going? Because I have things I need to do..."

 

He felt the fence go up between them and knew that he would have to cut another gate.

 

Stopping quickly, he turned round, keeping hold of her hand..."Not going anywhere...I just want to spend time with you...I love holding your hand...holding you..." he replied softly.

 

Her mind returned to all of their wild embraces...angry, loving, surprising, rescuing...

 

She had already explored that difference, and it was far too hard for her to handle the memories...

 

"I'm not as strong as you are, I couldn't get away from your hold...and I couldn't help falling that day I met you...I wasn't there to ruin anything...I didn't mean to spoiI your event... I tripped and..."

 

Suddenly he gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him.

 

"I'm sorry Khushi..." he said, holding her gaze with his.

 

Now fearing his reaction, she quickly retorted ..."I shouldn't have said anything..."

 

"Khushi...You've always been candid with me. That's one of the things I love about you. Please don't be afraid of me..." 

 

He pulled her into his arms and cradled her head against his shoulder...

 

He knew she wasn't at ease, but he held her anyway as her arms stayed still by her sides...

 

"You keep erecting barriers where there should be none...There should have been none from the beginning...All my heart wanted was the two of us...I'm sorry Khushi..."

 

Nervously, she lifted her face to look at him...

 

As she was about to speak, Arnav's phone began to ring...

 

"What the HELL!!! I told them NOT to contact me for ANY reason!"

 

Khushi backed away trying to stifle her smile...

 

His eyes followed her..."No...I'm not answering..."

 

"NO!" She welcomed the breathing room..."You answer, they may need you...you are Arnav Singh Raizada..."

 

Arnav shook his head but Khushi spun around and began to find something to immerse herself in...

 

She heard Arnav let out a frustrated sigh as he walked off, harshly abusing the person on his phone...

 

Khushi quickly grabbed a cold drink..."I can do this...can't I?"

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone screaming..."YOU CAN DO IT!!! COME ON!!!"

 

Her body jerked to attention...

 

She looked around in bewilderment...

 

"Go on! keep trying..." the voice yelled again...

 

Khushi looked out the kitchen window and saw a group of people outside...

 

One man stood on the ground yelling up into a tree...

 

Khushi craned her neck further and saw a that is was a neighbour trying to hang lights in preparation for Diwali ...

 

"Ohh...If he ties the lights there, they will never stay up..!" she said to herself...

 

Running outside, she joined the crowd...

 

"Hey...You are climbing in the wrong direction!" she called up at the man...

 

"Please, I already have my wife scolding me!!! You couldn't do it, so leave it to me..." he yelled back...

 

"Oh really! I have climbed this tree before! Now shimmy down and I will fix it for you..."

 

The man slid down and tumbled to the ground, landing safely at the tapping feet of his disgruntled wife...

 

Khushi pulled her dupatta off and tied it around her waist...

 

Staring at the tree, Khushi smiled..."Hello old friend...Now I will show them!"

 

Beginning at the lowest branch, Khushi skillfully climbed the tree to the top...

 

The crowd watched in amazement..."Hey, she's fast!"

 

Khushi looked down for a moment..."You can all go about your business, I will get this done..."

 

The onlookers began to disperse...

 

It took only a few moments to interlink the lights around the branches of the trees...

 

Nodding in approval at her handiwork, she waited a moment, looking down around her house...

 

"Khushi?" Arnav called out...

 

One of the ladies walking past saw him and quickly pointed..."She's up in the tree..."

 

"What?!" Arnav slowly lifted his eyes...

 

And there she was...

 

Sitting happily at the top of a tree, surrounded in a tangled line of lights...

 

The scene instantly brought back the memory of last years Diwali preparation...

 

He had never seen such a beautifully wrapped, sparkling pressent...

 

He remembered how he slowly untangled her from all the lights...how close they were...

 

His thoughts were suddenly interruped by a snapping twig that fell to the ground...

 

"WHAT THE!? Khushi! What the Hell are you doing!?"

 

"Stop overreacting! I was helping..."

 

"This is CRAZY! You could have been hurt! you could have fallen! Just come down slowly...I'll stand here in case you slip..."

 

"I won't slip...I've climbed this tree before...ridiculous Laad Governor..." Khushi began to climb down carefully...

 

"It's not ridiculous to care about your safety Khushi!" Arnav was trying to control his agitation

 

"Now see here Mr. Raizada! I am perfectly able to take care of myself!" 

 

He mentally acknowledged that she was doing quite well, until her foot slipped on the last branch and she fell...

 

He quickly reached out and caught her and they crashed to the ground...

 

His arms wrapped around her as they rolled in the dirt.

 

With legs entangled and lips only a kiss away, Arnav and Khushi had thoughts only for each other.

 

Skyrockets exploded inside them as their bodies pressed together...

 

Looking up at her, he ran his hands along her body...his hands froze when he felt her skin...her pants had ripped slightly and her thigh was exposed...

 

A half-strangled sound escaped his lips as he raised himself to his knees and looked down at her. 

 

"Are you all right?"

 

"Yes," she said, but her mind was screaming... "No!"

 

She would never be all right until she had Arnav back in her life for good...

 

All of him'not just a hungry embrace in a hallway or an intimate tumble in the dirt, but every glorious inch of him, without restrictions.

 

He scooped her into his arms and carried her inside to the kitchen.

 

"Let's brush away all that dirt," he said, but what he meant was "Let's get inside before I lose control of the situation."

 

Still keeping his arm around her waist, he set her down beside the kitchen sink and reached for a towel, turning on the water with one hand.

 

"This will only take a minute."

 

"I hope it takes a year."

 

Unbeknownst to her, she had spoken the words out loud...

 

"Khushi?" He turned and saw her eyes, naked with desire...

 

The towel dropped to the floor and the water gurgled down the sink drain as he moved dangerously close towards her.

 

His hands tangled in her hair, and he crushed her against his chest as if he would never let go.

 

They stood this way for a moment, swaying to the combined rhythms of their runaway hearts.

 

In slow motion he inched away so that their lips could meet.

 

But the expression on her face stopped him...

 

Her heart was still trapped behind barriers and past pain...

 

The fever that possessed him raged unchecked...

 

His mouth moved away from her lips and seared down the side of her neck.

 

Instinctively her head fell back to accommodate his questing mouth, and her hair fanned out in a dark curtain against his arms.

 

Her pulse tore at her throat as one of Arnav's hands moved along her exposed skin... 

 

A thousand stars burst inside her at his touch...

 

And when there was nowhere else to go except the over the edge, Arnav gently released her. "I think I took care of all the dirt."

 

His breathing was still ragged and his smile was lopsided.

 

Khushi lifted her hair away from her flushed face.

 

"I don't know how this keeps happening," she whispered. "It's not supposed to."

 

"We can't prevent it, Khushi..."

 

"We must...After everything..."

 

"I love you...I won't ever treat you that way again...EVER...I love you..."

 

She waved her hands in the air, setting her bracelets to jingling. "I can't think of all that right now...I just..."

 

She paused and a small grin lit her face...

 

"You...your..." She smiled at the way his hair was sticking up...

 

He watched in awe as her fingers ran through his hair straightening and styling...

 

Realizing what she was doing she quickly lowered her hands and said..."The water's still running."

 

"Huh..." Arnav was successfully entranced...  

 

"You forgot to turn off the water."

 

Arnav grinned sheepishly as he twisted the faucet handle. "You made me forget."

 

"So did you." she whispered

 

"Sanka Devi!!!" Buaji's voice bellowed through the house interrupting their calm...

 

Khushi immediately pushed away from Arnav...

 

A horrified expression tumbled across her face as she saw her torn clothes..."Oh God!!!"

 

She blushed as her eyes darted back up to Arnav, but his eyes only held dark desire as he remembered his hands gliding over her...

 

Rushing to her room and slamming the door, she slumped back..."what is happening..."

 

Buaji and Garima entered the kitchen and saw Arnav leaning against the kitchen bench...

 

"Damaji?" Garima said softly...

 

"Hi...wait..." he paused..."Did you just address me as..."

 

"Garima! What are you saying!" Buaji was fuming...

 

"Jiji...He is out son in law...until they sort out their own lives, we need to keep up our respect..."

 

With tears in his eyes, Arnav walked forward..."Thankyou...I...I can't tell you how much this means to me..."

 

Garima lifted a hand to his face, "it's okay...and I let Khushi know that you had tried to see her over the past few months..."

 

"What is all this!? why are you destroying all the progress we made with Khushi!"

 

"Buaji..." Arnav turned to her..."I'm truly sorry for causing such heartbreak for Khushi..." his voice was cracking with emotion..."Please give me a chance...I know I don't deserve this, but I love her, truly love her...and I can't imagine my life without her..."

 

Without replying, Buaji just stormed away...

 

"Give her some time...She feels badly as well, we all do for how we reacted to your marriage...Everyone blamed Khushi...now everyone is more protective..."

 

Arnav stood square in front of her..."I am protective of her. I swear, I love her ...I am in love with her..."

 

Garima smiled softly..."Where is Khushi..?"

 

Arnav glanced towards Khushi's room..."She..." he sighed..."I found her outside...up a tree...setting up some lights..."

 

Her expression changed to one of anger..."AGAIN! We told her not to climb that tree again!!! She said she just wanted to be closer to the stars and the last time, she fell and severely sprained her wrist!!!"

 

Just then, Garima noticed the traces of dirt on Arnav's shirt...

 

"She fell again...But she's fine...I caught her..."

 

Garima shook her head..."I will speak to her..."

 

"No no, don't be angry...she's okay, that's the important thing..."

 

As Garima entered Khushi room she saw her changing her clothes...

 

"What!? You even tore your clothes as you fell!?"

 

"Amma! It's okay..it was only a small tear, I can fix it, no problem..."

 

Just when Khushi thought Garima would explode with frustration, she put on some music...

 

Garima couldn't help but laugh..."crazy girl!!!"

 

Music...

 

Khushi couldn't hold in her enthusiasm...

 

With Arnav back in her life, and her family adoring her again, she felt all the burdens that had been weighing her down suddenly become lighter...

 

She began to dance...

 

Her heart felt happier and the need to swing and twist took over...

 

Garima had left the door open slightly and Arnav couldn't help but stare at her...

 

He was mesmerised...

 

Her movements enticed him...

 

Her smile enraptured him...

 

Khushi began to recall all the times she had danced in her life...

 

The last time she felt such strong sensations was when she danced with Arnav...

 

Her smiled broadened...the way he held her when they danced, the way he looked at her, the way his fingers grazed her bare abdomen...

 

The dance ended with a drum cadence, which turned out to be the beating of her heart...

 

"Beautiful..."

 

Startled, Khushi spun around to see Arnav leaning quietly against the wall.

 

Without thinking, she flew across the room... 

 

His arms welcomed her trim, perspiring body.

 

He held her gently, knowing that she would pull back at any moment...

 

He was right...She quickly stepped away and couldn't seem to look at him..."How long have you been standing there?"

 

"Long enough to know that I want to dance with you again..."

 

Her anguished cry was born of the realization that once again she had let her heart rule her head.

 

Without thinking she had yielded to her natural impulse'to get as close as possible to the man she loved. 

 

"Khushi...Can't you see that you belong right here...with me..."

 

She put her hands against his chest and pushed herself out of his arms. "I didn't mean to do that...again..."

 

"I'm glad you did... It proves my point."

 

"What point?... No...I...I don't want to know"

 

"You already know..." he said stepping towards her..." We were meant to be together and nothing can stop us. Not anything nor anybody."

 

He caught her shoulders and pulled her back into his arms. "Not even you."  

 

As she stared into Arnav's eyes, the only thought that was stupidly plaguing her was..."Nothing can stop us being together?? What is he saying!? Who's trying to stop us!?"

 

As she continued to ponder this, she heard Buaji yell out for her...

 

Arnav grinned and said, "Go...I'm not going anywhere..."

 

Khushi quickly edged away and hurried out...

 

Buaji saw Khushi and hugged her tight..."Bua...Buaji, I can't breathe!"

 

"Sorry...I love you...and I want you to be happy...but please...please tread carefully...I don't want you hurt because of him again...Don't give your trust away to easily Khushi...please..."

 

Khushi's smiled faded..."But...He's...he is trying..."

 

"I don't care! I can't see you go through that type of emotional trauma again!"

 

Buaji was almost crying herself as she walked away...

 

Arnav was standing by Khushi's window looking out, remembering New Years Eve when they saw each others face at midnight...

 

He looked up the second Khushi came in...

 

Her expression was completely the opposite of what it was before...

 

"I... I don't think I can be a part of your life anymore Arnavji...With all that's happened...and I...I've been nothing but trouble for you, and I'll never change...I mean, look at what just happened with me climbing that stupid tree..."

 

He stood very still, and only the tensing of his jaw betrayed his conflict.

 

"You've never been trouble for me, and my God, I don't want you to change," he said, tilting her chin so that she had to look up at him.

 

Khushi shook her head..."I...I think you should go..."

 

"Before I go, I want to give you something."

 

He pulled her so close that she found it hard to breathe, and then he kissed her softly on the cheek, extremely close to her lips...

 

Khushi clung to him, feeling boneless and lightheaded as the embrace transported her into a starburst world of yearning flesh and heated passions.

 

Her legs would hardly support her weight when he finally released her.

 

"Tell me again that you can't be a part of my life anymore," he said.

 

Her voice shook as she tried to turn the situation around. "Let's just...just say that was a...a kiss to last a lifetime..."

 

"No Khushi... A kiss to begin a lifetime."

 

Arnav's eyes darkened..."Goodbye... for now..."

 

'...

 

That night...

 

He paced the floor...

 

She punched her pillow until it was limp.

 

Finally she got out of her bed...

 

As he crawled into his...

 

She stared out the window...

 

He tossed about until his sheet was so tangled he thought he'd have to cut his way out with scissors...

 

He snapped on his light and tried to read...

 

She cut hers off and tried to sleep...

 

Finally they both gave up and sat on their beds, staring out their windows...

 

As the minutes rolled by, they both began to recline...slowly drifting to sleep...

 

Arnav dreaming of the "if onlys..."

 

Khushi dreaming of the "what ifs..."

 

'...




Part 3

 

 

 

 

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...

 

 


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Part 4





 

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...

 



Part 5 

 



 

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...


THE END

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