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Hi guys, another one from me!đł
This one is slightly random and maybe pointless, a lot less angsty and more confused-y (much like my jalebi-fied brainđ) Just wanted to write something on Holi, sorry if there's not much to it but I guess just read it and hopefully enjoy - please comment cos sending PM's is a nightmare!!
PS: It's in 2 parts, mainly cos it got too long to put in 1 and before anyone asks, no i don't have plans for a Part 3, maybe just imagine what he'll do laterđ
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'Mere Rang Mein...'
She was looking radiant in white; the simplest of white suits only enhanced her beauty and the barely there sleeves complete with silly pom poms drew his attention as soon as he laid eyes on her. She was standing by one of the wide pillars just off the living area; he guessed she was directing OP on how to hang some decorations by the way she was waving her arms around looking more and more exasperated by the second. It wasn't so much the sleeves as the creamy smooth skin of her arms that held his gaze as he watched her.
He put down the now empty glass of milk NK had given him a little while ago saying it was from Anjali and he shook his head, feeling a little light headed and strange as his eyes flicked slowly over the living space, taking in the occupants talking animatedly over some Holi supplies. He looked over at Khushi and everything came into focus again just as he spied some open colour heaped neatly on a tray nearby and a wicked smile flashed across his lips. All thoughts of his pre-meet with Akash were forgotten as he dipped his fingers in the bright colour, making sure he had plenty in both hands. Red, he thought still smirking, perfect...
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Khushi sighed, feeling a little frustrated; she wished she could just get up on the stool and hang the decorations up herself because OP was hopeless but Anjali had told her to ask him to do it and Khushi didn't want to rock the tentative peace they had between them so she was resigned to watching him. 'Nahi OPji, aise nahi- !' Khushi's words ended in a low shriek as she suddenly felt two very familiar hands on her upper arms, right where her short sleeves ended. She held her breath but she couldn't stop the sparks that shot through her while he ran his hands down her arms slowly, letting his fingers rest on her wrists lightly.
'Arnavji..?! Yeh aap kya..?' The unsteady whisper died on her lips when she looked down at her tingling arms and noticed the bright red streaks of colour he'd marked her with and she gasped, 'Yeh aap ne kya kiya..?! Kissi ne humme aise dhek liya toh kya sochenge..' She struggled to turn around, knowing her face was probably as bright as the colour on her arms but he held her firmly and leaned in to whisper in her left ear. Khushi tried to keep her eyes open, tried to ignore the way he was holding her too close, tried not to lean back onto his chest when his fingers retraced their steps back up her arm but she failed miserably on all counts while her brain drowsily translated what he was whispering into her ear, 'That's the whole point...'
Arnav smiled slowly against Khushi's ear, happy that he could justify his actions but suddenly not really feeling too bothered about it; his worries seemed pointless and far away right now and he was enjoying watching her squirm too much - not to mention the feeling... 'Om Prakashji?!' Khushi's outraged whisper cut into his thoughts and he blinked in confusion till she continued in a scandalised voice, 'Aap yeh sab OPji ko dikhane ke liye kar rahe hai?!' Arnav rolled his eyes and sighed, 'Shut up Khushi.'
'Om Prakash!' Khushi made a face and felt a pang of sympathy when Arnav barked his name and OP almost fell off the stool. OP's eyes widened when he saw the two of them standing so close and Khushi tried to elbow Arnav in order to move away but he was rock solid and she barely moved an inch. He reeled out a few random orders which sent OP scrambling away and then she wished she'd been paying more attention because in less than two seconds he'd spun her around and pushed her back against the pillar, leaving her breathless and disorientated.
Arnav looked down into his wife's shocked eyes, which were now the colour of warm honey and so deep they could easily drown a man... he blinked slowly again wondering what had come over him and forced himself to look away after a few seconds but got distracted again when he spotted a helpfully laid out tray placed on a table against another side of the pillar. He felt another smirk threaten to take over his face as he leaned his right arm around Khushi to dip a finger in each colour on the tray, his eyes never leaving her stunned face.
He lifted his left hand from her arm and stroked his fingers across her smooth cheek adding a fiery red smudge to her natural blush, turning her face towards where he knew Anjali was seated with Mami and Payal; all pairs of eyes focused on them. Her eyes looked like they would fall out of her head and she spluttered a few unintelligible words while he used that time to let his fingers have free reign over her face, enjoying her each and every reaction as they glided over her nose, across her cheekbones and brushed over her trembling lips.
'Dhekiye - aap - yeh sab - hum -' Khushi kept trying to speak but in between each word Arnav would touch a different part of her face, making her forget everything and lose any intelligent thought while her face continued to burn with heat wherever his fingers had touched her. Her eyes moved again to where she knew everyone was probably watching and her face heated up further at what they must be thinking. Arnav tilted his head and was apparently admiring his handiwork with smouldering eyes and a lazy smile when Khushi decided she'd had enough - she was Khushi Kumari Gupta and she refused to be smirked at by some self satisfied Laad Governor!
Arnav saw something flare up in Khushi's eyes and he had the sudden urge to push her further back against the pillar and let his lips follow the same path his fingers had taken a few seconds ago. He blinked, confused by his hazy thoughts but he was moving forward when Khushi suddenly reached up and ran a couple of fingers down the bridge of his nose, causing him to step back in surprise. He looked down and saw her fingers covered in blue and his eyes widened as she held up a handful of blue colour threateningly, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time. 'Don't you dare Khushi Kumari Gupta...'
Khushi ignored Arnav's low warning and keeping her eyes locked on his, she very slowly and very deliberately brushed the blue colour she'd sneaked off the tray onto first one cheek and then the other, before reaching up and fixing the open collar of his white shirt, smoothing down his black waistcoat, smearing everything in blue... She held her breath, waiting for the explosion and felt a shudder of both fear and excitement run through her when his eyes darkened and he grabbed her wrist, pushing her back against the pillar again, 'Tumhari himmat...'
Arnav saw something flare up in Khushi's eyes and he had the sudden urge to push her further back against the pillar and let his lips follow the same path his fingers had taken a few seconds ago. He blinked, confused by his hazy thoughts but he was moving forward when Khushi suddenly reached up and ran a couple of fingers down the bridge of his nose, causing him to step back in surprise. He looked down and saw her fingers covered in blue and his eyes widened as she held up a handful of blue colour threateningly, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time. 'Don't you dare Khushi Kumari Gupta...'
Khushi ignored Arnav's low warning and keeping her eyes locked on his, she very slowly and very deliberately brushed the blue colour she'd sneaked off the tray onto first one cheek and then the other, before reaching up and fixing the open collar of his white shirt, smoothing down his black waistcoat, smearing everything in blue... She held her breath, waiting for the explosion and felt a shudder of both fear and excitement run through her when his eyes darkened and he grabbed her wrist, pushing her back against the pillar again, 'Tumhari himmat...'
Khushi widened her eyes and shook her head minutely; cutting him off before he could even start and his eyes narrowed when she rolled hers over to where their actions were still being watched by open mouthed members of their family. She tried not to let the bubble of laughter escape when she saw him frown and then grit his teeth in frustration but she couldn't hide the twinkle in her eye and suddenly her mouth went dry as she saw an almost wild look come into his eyes, 'D-dhekiye aap...'
This time he was the one to cut her off and Khushi was left speechless when he dipped his head quickly and rubbed his cheek against hers, nuzzling her ear with his lips while his hand buried itself in her hair. She somehow managed to slip her wrist out of his hand and pushed against him when he didn't stop; all thoughts of the family forgotten as she tried to contain the havoc that both his lips and the feel of his rough stubble were creating on her senses.
*Part 2 below
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