2S |ArShi|: I am not a Lesbian...Argh! | Pg 52 Last Ch 08/10 | *EXT - Page 13

"What the?" Aranv angrily fumbled with the Pyjama dori (lace). When he was wrong his Di used to tie his PT shoe laces. He was always bad with them. When he was a grown up he made sure he bought shoes without laces then there would be no hassles of wearing them. But right now a tiny sweat of irritation broke against his forehead. "Argh! DI" he called his sister in a frustrated tone.

Khushi who peeped inside the house was glad to find no family members because her pleats slipped while walking inside the house. Holding the saree in place she offered innumerous mithai's (sweets) to her devi maiya to vanish everyone specially that laad governer.

Khushi sighed and her smile broadened seeing no one except geeta mausi, their old caretaker of the house. She almost held her saare high and ran inside the house like a bullet as if she was competing with demon, the super sexy hero in vampire dairies who-will-win-the-race contest.

Payal's room was upstairs just beside Arnav's. Khushi sighed looking at the close door of Arnav's room and increased her pace. She reached to the top of the stairs and then peeped a little craning her neck to listen to what was Arnav doing inside his room, eavesdropping.

Just then she heard his frustrating shout calling his Di at the top of his voice. "DI! Damn It".

Khushi's eyes widened in horror and her mouth formed a big "O". No way she could let her laad governer see her like that otherwise he will taunt her even more. Just when Khushi was about to move, her foot got stuck in her saree which was not almost floating on the floor and she lost her balance.

Before Arnav could realize what was happening a soft cushion like thing fell on him, making him fall on the ground with a thud while he went to open the door holding his pyjama in place.

The moment Khushi lost her balance she thought she will fall against the door. She did feel something rock solid beneath her. Wait, how can the door be beneath her? She thought. Did the door break? That's impossible, because Khushi was no less than a feather. Then what was it she fell on? And that too without getting hurt?

Arnav felt a buttery soft skin against his palm. Did he turn blind? He thought. Why cant he see anything? He gazed his finger on something, which felt like a woman's waist. A WOMAN'S WAIST?, he came back in his senses. And the moment he realized he heard a muffled sexy sound.

Khushi who thought that she fell against a door was actually Arnav's chest and the cushion, which Arnav felt was the entire Khushi who fell on him.

"Move you...What the...Kaun ho tum?" Arnav's voice came out finally thinking who the freaking lying on his lap.

Khushi closed her eyes in fear understanding exactly what has happened and on whom she fell.

Arnav did not recognize Khushi as she never wore a saree and never left her hair open, which, was now adoring his handsome face. He wasnot blind he realized, it was this woman's hair, which covered his entire face. He was almost going to admire her fruity shampoo but their horrible situation made him alart. Who the hell has entered his room like this, without knocking?

"Move I said" he shouted once again.

Khushi wiggled on his lap trying to get up but slipped once again. Arnav without warning swaped their postion and now Khushi was lying beneath him panting like an excited dog.

"Is it a dream?" Arnav thought, but he did not realize that he thought out loud.

"No...no its me" Khushi coloured and tucked her lips.

"Miss Gupta? What are you doing under me? I mean in my room?" Arnav cursed his slip of tongue.

Khushi coloured even more. "I...woh..."

"I said move" Arnav ordered her once again.

Khushi huffed and now she was looking at him with wide eyes, "how? Unless you move your steel like body and stop looking at me like you have never seen a woman in your life".

Arnav smirked and said in his husky voice, which was barely audiable, "dekha to bohot hai par tum jaisa nahi".

"Did you say something?" Khushi frowned and asked unable to hear what he said.

"Nothing" Arnav got up and the moment he got up this pyjama slipped.

"NO!" Khushi covered her face with her palm. "You beysharam".

"Stop it, will you?" Arnav rushed to shut the door and lock it.

Khushi who was still lying on the floor looked horridly towards Arnav.

"Hey devi maiya ya is he locking the door?" Khushi's entire form converted into jelly.

Arnav turned to look at her. "Wow!" came out from his mouth before he could hold it back.

She was wearing a saree, that to of his favourite colour RED. The saree was almost pulled about above her ankle giving view of her smooth and white skin tone. Her naval was set for show, as her pallu only covered top part.

"Hey devi maiya I don't have any more colour left to blush", she tucked her lips nervously looking at Arnav's darkened eyes. Her gaze then feel on his perfect muscular legs and she gulped audibly.

Arnav walked towards her and helped her to get up. The moment she got up her pleats fell down totally and she covered Arnav's eyes with his palm.

"Don't you dare see me like this, you laad governer" she told him earging his sexy smile.

"But I have already seen, Miss Lesbo", Arnav teased her thought she was looking nothing but a seductrace.

"Stop calling me that" and she turned him so that his back is facing her now. "and you cannot look back unless I say".

"Planning to strip? Then I might as well see and enjoy".

"Chhi! How cheap. I am warning you Mr Raizada. Don't turn back otherwise...otherwise" she looked here and there and quickly picked up his pyjama and grimed.

"Otherwise?" Arnav purred teasing her even more.

"I wont give you this", she held out in front of him and before he could snatch it she hid behind her back.

"No, don't turn", Khushi mentally jigged.

After a minute or so Khushi came and stood in front of him handing over his pyjama. Those few minutes was like forever for Arnav. Khushi wearing her saree in his room during his presence was like a fantasy come true.

"Here you go and thanks for being accommodating" Khushi pouted and lowered her lashes.

Arnav felt like tugging her immediately and kiss the hell out of her.

"By the way were you planning to go to your Di like this? Don't you have shame Mr. Raizada?" not it was Khushi's time to tease.

"Shut up Miss Gupta, It is nothing like that.

"Umm let me guess...aaah! Eureka Mr Arnav Singh Raizada cannot fasten a dori like many other men", Khushi said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Arnav narrowed his eyes threw a you are so-mean-look. "forget it. I am not going to wear this now. Let Di think what she has to".

Khushi nodded lightly. "Here, wear this, I will tie the knot". And like a good girl she turned giving him privacy.

Arnav thought it was better to change the whole pyajama thing and get into his old good office attire but the deal, which Khushi threw right now was even more tempting. Her slender fingers tieing a knot...hmm!

"Here! Arnav said sliding his legs into the pyjama and holding his kurta high above his abs, purposely giving her the view of his six packs.

Khushi gulped looking at his perfectly toned abs and then looking back in his eyes, feeling fluttered. Nervously she touched the dori. More than there it was Arnav who flinched now. His own plan back fired. Khushi steadied herself and came close to him and finally tied it. She lingered her finger curiously on his abs earning a throaty groan from his mouth.

Khushi immediately stepped back coloring and then rushed out of his room.

Arnav looked at her back and smirked.

[A present by Dumas]

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