Chapter 3 Matured

Pearl_Oyster

@Pearl_Oyster

Chapter 3 (Last)

A/N: The font in blue contains mature content. Kindly skip it in case it offends you.

Also, there were a few readers who were confused so as to why Khushi lives with Arnav. No, she doesn't live with Arnav. She lives in her house which was left behind to her once her parents passed away. But Arnav's parents have always treated her as her own daughter.

Also, I would say that this chapter wasn't in my plan list so it doesn't contains anything much. Just fluffy romance.

"Are you Sure Khushi? This might hurt a little" asked a concerned and apprehensive Arnav as he looked down at Khushi who was lying uncovered under his own bare form.

"Stop with the formalities, Arnav. We aren't doing it for the first time. You know I want it as much as you" she replied in a hushed voice, her eyes semi open with the ripples of pleasure her body was experiencing.

"I know , love" He murmured back, his lips brushing against her neck and his hands pinning hers on either side of her head.

"Of course you do, my love" replied back Khushi, giggling at the endearment.

"Funny it sounds, does it Miss Gupta? We need to check that giggling of yours especially when we're in bed" Arnav said, his voice husky and presumptuous and she felt the butterflies flutter in her belly with renewed vigour.

"Mr. Raizada! Don't you think you're overestimating your checking abilities?" She replied, her mouth twisting into an amused smile and his eyes gleamed wickedly.

"In that case, Miss Gupta, let me explore my checking abilities" He replied and captured her lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss, his tongue easily finding a way in her welcoming mouth and tasting her.

"Khushi" He groaned as she flexed her hips to rub herself against him, asking him to take her.

"You're quite demanding" He whispered in her ears before kissing her along the entire length of her body to reach her abdominal area.

"I learnt that trait from someone special" She replied with a moan as he kissed her navel.

"I am glad I could teach you something" He replied, his lips travelling southwards and she clutched the bed sheet as his hot breath fanned against her burning core.

"You taught me the meaning of love, Arnav. I love you." She answered, barely able to keep her thoughts together.

"I love you too" He replied before worshipping her most intimately with his lips and she repeated his name over and over, each time with more difficulty as her mind and body rose high to the elixir of pleasure before she finally fell apart, sated and spent.

"Thank you" She whispered shyly in his ears as he reached up and hugged her flushed form.

"Thank you? We are not done yet, Khushi" He replied and she blushed hard.

"I think I know that" She answered breathily as she felt his hardened and aching need pressing against her lower body.

"You do that to me" He said wolfishly, giving a brief kiss on her lips.

"What are you going to do about that?" She asked, batting her eyelids in an innocent way.

"As much as I know you're aware of that, I would want to show you again" He answered shamelessly and dipping his head in her heaving mounds, ravished them thoroughly.

"I want more" She quoted his words and he laughed loudly, lowering himself over her and entering her in a quick, swift motion.

"You're mine" He groaned possessively as her muscles clenched around him.

"Always" She replied back, her eyes brimming with the same love as his and words lost them as their bodies fell a natural pace and they travelled together to find their release.

~~***~~

She woke up sweltering in the warmth of his body which he had instinctively wrapped around hers.

"Good morning" She murmured, brushing her lips softly against his and carefully untangled herself from him, taking care so as to not disturb his peaceful sleep.

It was early in the morning and still dark outside so, she decided to lie down and watch him sleep, one of her favourite things to do.

"Oh, I am so lucky to have you, Arnav" She whispered after minutes, her eyes moistening.

Wiping the unshed tears, she softly climbed down the bed and got dressed.

As she walked to the balcony with a coffee mug and few diaries in the other hand, she found the red and orange streaks slowly spreading eastwards in the sky, indicating the arrival of sun in few minutes.

Getting in the chair, she sipped her coffee and caressed the dairies.

They were four in total which he had given her the same day as the fourth one.

She had read them hundreds of times by now but every time she read them again, her heart always brimmed with afresh love and passion for him.

His diaries were the symbol of his unconditional love for her.

Opening the first diary, she flipped through the pages to read certain portions.

#Entry 23

Mom has invited Khushi and Garima aunty to our place. Shashi Uncle is on some business tour with Dad.

I am waiting for them to come, especially Khushi. I have to show her the new plane dad brought me. It can fly too. But I don't think she's going to like it. She hates flying. But this is just a toy. Maybe she would like it.

"Arnav"

I think she's here and I quickly hide behind a curtain. I am going to startle her. It would be fun.

She comes in the room and she's wearing a purple frock. She looks so cute. It's the frock mom had gifted her on her 9th b'day.

"Arnav?" She calls me and looks around but can't find me and then she steps in the poolside, thinking I might be there. She knows I like watering the plants mom has grown there.

Very softly, I walk out of my hiding place and follow her. She's still looking around and I am behind her.

"Khushi" I scream in her ear and she's startled. A bit more than startled I think. She turns around to face me but her leg slips and she falls in the pool.

Oh no, she's crying. Her dress is all wet. Mom and Garima aunty come running to us and mom stares at me angrily.

I too want to cry, not because I am scared of mom but because Khushi is crying.

I don't like when she cries.

I say sorry to her and she's smiling again and she hugs me.

Oh no. Crazy girl.!!

She ruined my clothes too and now she's winking while mom and Garima aunty are laughing.

I don't mind. She's my best-friend."

Of course you don't mind. Khushi laughs out loud, recalling the memory and keeping the diary away, opening the second one.

#Entry 86

We are in Sheesh Mahal. Our summer vacations are going on and like every year I am visiting Lucknow with mom and Dad.

But this year, Khushi too has come with us. She is talking very less and doesn't smiles.

She misses Garima aunty and Shashi uncle.

They passed away a week ago in a plane crash and since no one was there to take care of her, mom asked dad to bring Khushi with us.

It's good that she's come with us. I had already told mom that I won't come to Lucknow this year because Khushi would be alone.

I can't leave her alone. She cries all the time and I want to be with her.

Now she's sitting under the mango tree and sketching something. I walk up to her and peep over her shoulders into her sketch book.

She's drawn herself. She's wearing a green long skirt and a red top in the sketch and she's standing alone in the picture. Her face is sad in the picture and I can imagine tears in them.

"It's not a perfect drawing. Here let me make it perfect" I say and she looks at me with a weak smile.

"Nothing is perfect in my life, Arnav" She says softly but I heard it.

I too sit cross legged on the grass next to her and extend my hand. She passes me the sketchbook and I draw.

"See, now this looks perfect" I say, pointing at the sketch.

"This is you, this is me, and this is mom and dad. You aren't alone, Khushi. You have me, don't you?" I ask, my voice trembling and she hugs me hard, crying on my shoulders.

"I love you, Arnav" She whispers and I feel something warm spreading within my body and soul and I hug her back, securing her in my arms.

"Thank you for always being around, Arnav" Khushi whispered, wiping the tears which streamed down her face.

That was one of the closest memories to her heart. It was the day she had promised him to never cry over her parents. He had told her that no matter where her parents are, they wanted her happy.

It was the day she had realised he was way too mature than her, a grown up person in the body of a 15 year old boy.

Keeping the second diary aside, she opened the third one and struggled through pages to stop on another entry.

#Entry 120

It's rose today day and the entire school has gone crazy. Everywhere you turn your gaze, its roses you get to see: Yellow roses, red roses, white roses, red roses, Pink roses, Reddish black roses and red roses. I think I am repeating the red roses maybe because mostly it's red everywhere.

What a silly thing to do.

Roses and girls seem to share a love which boys don't understand easily.

Will Khushi too like to have a rose? I wonder.

Normally she likes roses but I am not sure if I should give her one or not. We're best friends. Do best friends give each other roses?

I take out my cell phone and Google. Yellow rose symbolises friendship and red is meant for love, it says.

Does that mean I should give her a yellow rose?

I don't know.

A red one sounds better..!!

"Arnav" I hear her dashing towards me and I quickly clear the browsing history (What the hell? It wasn't po*n. Why am I clearing the browsing history?) I frown.

"Happy rose day" She leans in pecks my cheek and my heart literally fails.

What was I thinking? She's my best friend. I tell myself as she offers me a yellow rose.

"That red one?" I ask, trying to sound indifferent as I point to the red rose in her hand and she blushes.

"Sam gave it to me and I couldn't deny" she replied and I excused myself saying I have some urgent work.

I don't want her to know I am angry and jealous and hurt.

PS: I'll make sure I beat Sam in our today's football match, literally.

Khushi smiled amusingly as she opened the fourth diary and started with the first entry on it.

#Entry 146

It was the prom night tonight and she looked as beautiful as always, taking my breath away. I loved that she chose red to dress in. She knows it's my favourite colour but I try to keep that thought off my mind. She's going with Arjun and I have Tanya to worry about. She's nice girl but I hate the way she keeps sticking to me.

Khushi is still dancing with that moron and I want to leave. It's suffocating to see her in his arms. I walk out of the party and Tanya wouldn't stop following me. She asked me if I can drop her home and I agreed. Now she wants to drive saying I am too drunk to drive. Am I drunk? I had seven or maybe eight shots of Vodka to erase the image of my Khushi in Arjun's arms.

Whatever, I let her drive and when she stops, we're before my house.

It's good that mom and dad are out of town. I wouldn't want them to know that I am too drunk to drive. I give her directions and she takes me to my room. I think she's going to kiss me but I don't want to kiss her. I only want to kiss my Khushi but she's with Arjun. I want to ask her to leave but she pins me against the wall and the next second her mouth is on me. It tastes okay but I want to push her and even before I do so, the door to my room opens.

Oh no, it's Khushi. I can feel it's her and as I push Tanya away, Khushi has already left.

Fu*king bad..!!

I ask the stupid Tanya to leave me alone and she leaves before I pass out on my bed, my head still picturing Khushi's face.

~~***~~

"Having a great time, are you?" asked Arnav, snaking his hands around her shoulders and nuzzling her neck.

"Ouch..!! It hurts Arnav" She giggles, keeping the diary next to the coffee mug.

"What?" He asks, nuzzling her a bit more.

"Your stubble" She complains and he chuckles.

"I didn't hear you complaining about it the last night" He replies, stepping away and eyeing her.

"Now don't give me that look, Arnav. I know it very well" Khushi says, and stepping out of the chair, stifles a yawn.

"I am sure you do know it and I am pretty surer you know that nothing can stop me" says Arnav, taking purposeful steps towards and before he could reach her, she runs.

"Stop, Khushi or we'll end up having rough s*x instead of a morning love making session" warns Arnav and Khushi sticks out her tongue at him.

"Don't be sorry about it later, Khushi because now you're in trouble" says Arnav before chasing her in the room and finally catching her.

"Rough, I said" He whispers in her ears and she notices his darkening eyes.

"Bring it on, Arnav" She whispers back and his mouth comes crashing upon hers.

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