Chapter 5 [Editing]

Koeli

@Koeli

Never Been Kissed

While descending he was trying to figure out where they were seated. He craned his neck to peep further but the decorations were not helping him to see beyond certain point.

He quickly took few more steps and got down from the staircase. He saw Khushi serving him some tomato juice, smiling.

He clutched his jaws gritted his teeth, when he saw samrat brushing his finger against hers in the process of grabbing the glass.

Taking few long steps Arnav stood right infront of them.

"hi! samrat, tum yahan?" he asked in a serious tone, devoid of any emotions.

Samrat whose concentration was on khushi's touch practically chocked his drink

"Cough! Cough!"

Samrat saw Khushi who stood glued to her place like a statue.

"COUGH! COUGH!" Khushi came back to her senses and quickly went inside to get him a glass of water.

In the meantime Arnav sat on the single sofa and asked samrat to be seated.

Khushi offered him the glass of water and glanced at Arnav once and looked down.

"thanks!"

Khushi gave a nervous smile to him and was about to leave when Arnav asked her angrily, "don't you know you are not supposed to meet each other before marriage?"

Khushi was awestuck. Since when her arnau started believing all these rituals?

She blinked her eyes few times.

"Arnav! Just relax dude, why are you always ready to pounce on her?"

"that's between me and her, I guess samrat and I am not answerable to you".

"well, you might be her guardian and you have all the right to behave in whatever way you want to, but please don't forget she is going to be Mrs Sehgal soon and I wont be liking much if you scold my wife in front of me. I know you don't like her much and you treat her like an orphan".

"ENOUGH SAMMY!" before Arnav could react to his words, Khushi spoke.

"you have no right to talk to Mr Raizada like this".

"but Khushi, I have always seen him behaving so rudely with you".

"so what? He has all the rights to talk to me in any way he wants. He is my'

"my..."

"your what?" samrat asked straight on her face.

Khushi's eyes welled up and she felt uncomfortable. She felt bad and bit her lips.

"family he is my family" she said wiping her tears secretly", giving him a hurtful look.

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Khushi was sitting with her coffee mug, adoring arnav's signature in it. She remembered the day he officially became the MD of AR group when she took his signature. And from that day she never let go off that mug.

Arnav never had any control over khushi's zid (stubborn attitude) and craziness when it came to him. She was capable of anything and everything. At one point of time Arnav was really scared of her.

She gazed her engagement dress, which AR had designed and stitched.

She opened her packed suitcase and took out a red gown and brushed her fingers over the fabric.

She remembered how Arnav sent it to her when she told dadi that she will not be attending her farewell party because she did not have appropriate dress to wear.

Since then she thought she will wear that outfit for her engagement.

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she sat on the stool near her dressing table and started doing her make up.

Her back was entirely exposed as she was combing her long hair bringing them to one side

"hi!"

she looked through her mirror.

His jaw dropped immediately seeing the drop dead gorgeous girl in front of him.

Stunning would be an understatement. He was at loss of words seeing the lady in red.

Khushi felt a little uncomfortable, the way samrat was looking at her.

She immediately brushed her hair and made it cover her back. The dress indeed got a very deep back. It just covered till her waist. The entire back was open. There was a jacket to cover her arms and back. But as she was doing her make up she did not put it.

The moment she shifted her hair, a thin bunch of hair got stuck in her zip.

"OUCH!" she screamed in pain holding her hair.

Samrat quickly came to her and tried to help her but both couldnot manage to open.

After sometime samrat lost his patience and said "lets chop it".

Khushi was shocked.

"Nahi sammy! I cannot chop my hair. I just love my hair and you know that".

"oh please Khushi we are already getting late now, cut this crap and tell me where is the scissor?"

Khushi bursted out in tears, "how can you ask me to cut my hair samrat?"

"oh Khushi come on, long hair looks tacky, out-fashioned you know. I want my wife to look stylish and up-to-date".

"sammy'i'..i.love'.my hair".

"oh baby cant you do this much for me? Waise bhi it is not going to come out from the zip you have to chop it anyways".

"sam"

"you are not supposed to enter a woman's room when she is dressing"

Khushi turned to see Arnav standing near the door.

"she is my wife" samrat spatted.

"WOULD.BE WIFE Mr. Sehgal and these things are not allowed in this house. You can carry on with your romantic moments at your place, not here".

"Now can you kindly attend your guests who are waiting for you downstairs, or you want me to attend them on your behalf? I am sure they will not like it right?"

Samrat left her hair and placed a quick kiss on her cheeks before leaving he said "fix this mess soon and come down".

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Arnav glared at Khushi seeing her top to bottom. Suddenly the anger that he had bottled up seeing samrat and Khushi together in the room whooshed.

Strolling towards her making her go stiff. He stood right in front of her.

This time he checked her out making her aware of the the fact that he is checking her out he said, "so you wanted to seduce your would-be-husband right? How cheap. Look Khushi kumari gupta we belong to a reputated family so please if you wish to expose so much then you better do that once you are'"

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There was a silence.

Stream of tears flowing down her cheeks, her pupil fixed on his eyes. "did he say that?" she thought.

"pehle mama papa ka khooni, aur ab he is calling me characterless?"

Few more minutes of silence she turned towards the mirror and bent to open the drawer.

After fiddling for few seconds she held the scissor.

Facing her back towards the mirror she looked at her back through the mirror and was about to cut her hair which got stuck in the zip.

Her faded vision

Her shaking hands

were not letting her crop her hair. But her determination made her slid the scissor around the bunch of hair and in once go she tried to chop it.

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she heard a hissing sound made by Arnav.

Unable to bring herself to open her eyes and see her chopped hair she pressed her eyes more.

Arnav just stared at her all the while.

She opened her eyes and met with his. Slowly looking down she she turned to see the length. For a moment she just skipped that the scissor blades did not make a cropping sound. It felt like there was some obstruction.

she realized what she has done, her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes could not believe, her mind failed to register andunknowingly, she has hurt the person she loves the most.

Arnav put his hand in between the scissor blades, to stop her from chopping her hair.

How could he let her chop it when he loved her hair the most?

"aaarrrnnn'"

"sssh!" he placed the other finger on her lips and pushed her hand on her back to flush her with him.

He looked through the mirror and shifted the lose hair to one side. He tried to release the hair, which got stuck. But hecould not.

"I have to slid your zip a little down to release it" he said in a husky tone almost inside her ear, sending tingling sensation.

Khushi's hands gripped his suit on their own accord anticipating his touch on her skin.

The moment his warm finger touched her back she closed her eyes.

Arnav concentrated on the zip looking through the mirror. Khushi was breathing heavily this time sending him tingling sensation. Her warm, uneven breathing around his nape was not helping him to concentrate. But still he managed to slid out the zip and release her hair.

Slowly he removed her hand from the zip and made her turn towards him.

Their eyes met. His hand touched her bare back. She flinched in his touch.

He removed the hair that got stuck in the zip and added it to the bunch.

Gazing her bare back he pulled her zip up. Locking it finally he touched her bare back with his knuckles.

Khushi gasped when she felt something liquid.

She immediately turned and took his hand in her hand. He was bleeding furiously now.