Part
25:
"I love you, Khushi."
Khushi's
arms which were around him, tightened as she held him tight and felt
his body slump on hers as he fell asleep. Not that Khushi wanted
anymore affirmation regarding his love for her. But hearing it from
him was an emotionally exhilarating experience, she discovered. Her
eyes brimmed with tears of happiness, unable to hold back her joy and
her love for him. She smiled amidst her tears as she fell asleep.
Arnav woke up when he heard the others enter. Lifting his
face from the soft warmth of Khushi's neck, he heard them go to their
respective rooms, and his gaze shifted to a sleeping Khushi under
him. Except her head and one arm, she was fully under him. Afraid
that she might be feeling crushed under his weight, he turned over,
pulling her with him. She now laid on him fully, frowning in her
sleep at the disturbance, as her legs curled on his stomach. She
really was too short, Arnav thought, at least when compared to his
height, before he fell asleep again.
Khushi woke up, not
really sure of what had woken her up. She was sleeping on something
hard, and she had slept like that for quite a while. You might think
her body would be aching by now. But her mattress had held her ever
so gently, and Khushi smiled as she rubbed her cheek more into his
chest. Arnav stirred in his sleep and finally woke up to find a
smugly smiling Khushi snuggling more into him. Even as he felt
himself getting aroused at the sexy image she managed to be a part
of, he felt a bout of tenderness take over him, making him run his
hand over her back, and squeeze her oh-so-sweet derriere.
That
seemed to have properly awake her from her sleep, as she became
stiff, all of a sudden, blinking in surprise. Her eyelashes seemed to
kiss Arnav's chest as she blinked furiously. Was she regretting it?
Arnav wondered, as he got up, making her sit on his thighs, failing
miserably to ignore a certain member of his nudging her. Her eyes
were downcast, and her fists clutching the sheet around her chest so
tightly that her tendons were straining out. Arnav waited for her to
do any kind of move. She finally peeked a look at him and bent down
again, making Arnav smirk. Last night he had completely drowned. And
this morning he was a changed man. There was no going back, and he
knew it. He also knew that Khushi knew it too. And a usually overt
Khushi, who opted to be coy was proving to be a treat for Arnav, as
he looked on, unable to tear his gaze away from her.
She
elbowed his chest, muttering in abashment that he should stop staring
at her and let her go, as a shy smile made its way on her face. Arnav
simply bent and kissed her cheek. . . . And her ears. . . . And it
was the same pull that made him love her all over again. . . . .
o0o0o0o
To
have Khushi in his arms was one thing, and to have her when she was
at the peak of her pleasure was another. Especially when he knew he
was the one who pleasured her to that
extent.
And now that he had discovered a new way of showing his love for her,
he also discovered that he just did not have it in him to stop! Not
that Khushi seemed to mind. Nevertheless, she seemed to be a little
exhausted these days.
Tiptoeing
to her room, after making sure everybody had slept, might have seemed
silly to Arnav Singh Raizada a month ago. But for now, it seemed that
it was the only way to maintain his sanity. He had never
asked
anything
from anyone. And asking so
much from
Khushi sure did feel weird. There had not been a need to actually
ask anything
from Khushi though. She seemed to have born with some sort of sensor
which told her exactly what he wanted.
It
had been a week since they had returned from Mumbai. Things had gone
only uphill. And it is not their very
active
love life, that is being referred to. That would and should
be
naturally understood by people who know Arnav Singh Raizada.
Work seemed to have increased too. And the lovers in question worked
together in vengeance, not complaining once.
Arnav
had found out that Khushi had designed most of the "Chic
Deal",
when she was spending her time harassed by her very own friend and
her sister. And in the coming week was the fashion show. Khushi
Kumari Gupta's very own clothing line. Backed by the
Arnav
Singh Raizada of the famous AR Designs. A fact which Khushi had not
forgotten even amidst the abundance of his love for her. A dream come
true for any fashion designer.
And
not just that. Getting a supportive man in your life? It was a dream
come true for any woman!
The
final meeting with the sponsors had been arranged for the day, and
Arnav had already made them late when he had come to pick Khushi from
her room, and found her standing in front of her closet with just her
brassiere and a pair of snugly fitting jeans on her. She was confused
as to what she should wear along with the jeans. Arnav, being the
most dutiful lover that he was, had helped her choose a nice top,
which would look good on her and
tease
him for the whole day. But not before rendering her other clothes
useless for a while!
Khushi,
as her countenance would always be, right after being thoroughly
loved by the man she loved, was in a daze and forgot to take an
important file as she drove away on her bike, too eager to pick
Lavanya up and join Arnav at work. And she did exactly that. Happily
skipping to his side, as he smiled with his eyes at her. It was when
Lavanya asked for the file as the part of preparing for the meeting,
that Khushi and Arnav realized they had forgotten it. Arnav was not
in a position to blame Khushi, as he very well knew Khushi's mien
after he made love to her. She would be all dreamy for a while,
sighing to herself in pleasure. And he was not selfish enough to
expect her to have remembered to bring in the file.
But
Khushi made a show out of it, smacking her forehead theatrically, as
she said she would go and get it herself. Arnav was about to say that
he would ask Di to send it along with a driver, but she did not even
hear the end of it, and scampered away. Arnav got back to the last
minute preparations too, supervising the clothes designed by Khushi
that had just come in. His
girl!
He thought proudly as he looked at each outfit. He remembered how
hard he had had to work in order to make her design clothes and not
just shoes! And now all the efforts had paid off.
---
Khushi
hummed to herself as she waited for the signal to turn green, sighing
once again, as she remembered her morning with Arnav. She heard the
horns blare, and saw that the signal had turned green. She had moved
forward, when it happened.
One
moment, she was sighing to herself and had started moving
forward.
The
next, she lay unconscious on the road, the shirt which Arnav had
chose for her the very same morning, soaked with her own life blood,
her vehicle falling on her legs, making a horrible crunching sound. .
. . .
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