Part 61 Sweet torture

Taking a deep breath, Arnav lay on Khushi's chest. Khushi struggled hard not to close her eyes.

According to the CONDITION, Khushi should not close her eyes for the entire course. If she closed her eyes, the action would be repeated. If Khushi had used her mind a little, she would have gotten the clear picture that either she kept her eyes open or close, the action would be undoubtedly repeated however. But, the sequence didn't let her mind work. The closeness of Arnav blocked her mind from working. What she saw, what she heard, what she felt was only Arnav.

It was Damn pressure to work under a CONDITION. She could not close her eyes after Arnav started working on her. More to her awkwardness, he pulled up his T-shirt and threw it away. It was one hell of DHAK! DHAK! moment because she knew within a few moments her clothes would also join Arnav's clothes on the floor.

Don't we know clothes are the biggest hindrance to intimacy? Many beds have witnessed the scattered buttons and hooks at the time of intimacy in a day to day life... the urgency is justified...

Here, the time came... the worst part was Khushi still kept her eyes open but she found a trick to lessen her awkwardness. She averted her eyes from Arnav's face. More than her nudity, her half-closed eyes kicked his sense off. She faced a tough time when his warm palms brushed her delicate skin. She could do nothing but press his bare shoulders.

In the attempt of examining her patience,

"What did you say?" Arnav whispered, ignoring her unbearable state.

"Mmm?" she asked in her half-dizzy state.

"My fingers have magic in them?" his husky voice sounded threatening.

Khushi was horrified. What was he going to do now? Would he REPEAT the same...? In her eyes opened state...? Yes... he repeated the same, giving her hard time. How could she be keeping her eyes open when his fingers playing magic? She turned her face, biting her lip and flinching.

"Look at me, Khushi..." he ordered... but softly.

Khushi felt like crying. It was a sweet torture that was literally slaying her. She pleaded with him through her eyes with quivering lips. Of course, Arnav worked hard only to get this bliss full sight. It seems, she would reach the heights with just his finger magic that he didn't want to happen. He pulled his fingers out.

"I agree my fingers have the magic of making you shiver... What about showing the skills of my tongue?" he dropped a bomb on her head.

In no time, Khushi circled his neck tight not letting him think of doing that.

"Please, don't..." she begged.

"If you let me do it, you may plead me to do it again" he whispered.

"No...I don't want to plead" she literally pleaded.

Pulling her from the hug, he seized her petals. To his surprise, Khushi kissed him wildly. Maybe, that was the effect of him on her. That triggered his rushing hormones. The man who already lost his control seeing Khushi's condition had no reason to delay. He pushed himself into her, looking at her expression who could no longer keep her eyes open. She lost it. She might have lost it... but, she was not the loser. In fact, both were the winners.

Khushi slowly opened her eyes, accepting her defeat. An evil grin appeared in his mouth. His eyes gradually roved across her upper body. There was something greedy in the way he admired her. His glazed eyes smiled more.

Inserting her hand in his nape, she pulled him onto her chest.

"I never knew you would have such an unbearable side" she murmured.

"Everyone has..." he kissed her lower neck.

"I thought you will be hesitating for ages"

Arnav laughed.

"I might have been... your one RED saree broke my penance" he nuzzled his nose with hers.

"But, I was not wearing RED today... what about that?"

"You might not have worn RED but you are Khushi... there is no change in it" his face was calm enough.

"I didn't get you"

"Khushi, I was not ready to endow myself on unavailable people. For me, you matter the most because you are so worthy of it."

"How?"

"We should be loved for what we are... You loved me for what I'm. Now, I'm following what makes me feel alive" He kissed her knuckle.

Khushi smiled getting emotional.

"I had been searching for something in the branches that's available only in the root... You are the root of my life Khushi. From the time, you entered my life, a new hope started budding in my heart but I could not spot it. I was unable to name the feeling. Within a few days of your arrival, I made sure that you are the one who I'm waiting for..."

"Did you wait?"

"Yes... I realized it only after your arrival"

"Then why didn't you accept my proposal?"

"I was scared... I really feared falling in love. at the same time, I feared losing you... finally, my fear of losing you overpowered the fear of falling in love. Unexpectedly, circumstances favored me to marry you. Don't know what would have I done if it had not happened"

"I would have married NK, simple," she said sniggering.

"No... it would not have happened" Arnav snapped confidently.

"Why?"

"Because it's all drama"

"Drama? But why?"

"To make me realize my feelings"

"Is it?"

"Mmm"

"How do you know?"

"NK himself told me"

"Did their drama work?"

"Almost!"

"Interesting"

"Yeah... but, I was tensed at that time"

"Were you that cunning?"

"Cunning and me? Really?"

"Then what? Keeping feelings in your heart, you kept me pressurized"

"Because I myself was not sure of my feelings"

Khushi flipped her lips into a cute pout that made him admire her eventually. How could anyone be so effortlessly amusing?

"By the way, you are so beautiful"

Khushi could not help but chuckle.

"Why?"

"You are so romantic you know" she teased.

"Should I say that with a rose in my hand?"

"No... but, with a smile on your face"

"Then, you will be left with no choice of admitting me handsome"

Khushi dropped a chuckle again.

"I don't know there is an Overconfident Singh Raizada hiding inside you" she managed to control her laugh.

"Overconfident? Why? Am I not looking handsome?"

"Not exactly..." she bit her inner cheek not to smile.

"Then why do you lose yourself in my proximity?" he tapped her nose.

"Anyone would lose themselves in their beloved one's proximity. It needs nothing but love, no matter whether the person is handsome or not"

"I surrender..." Arnav dropped himself on the bed beside Khushi.

In no time, she flipped herself on him.

"But... it's absolutely difficult if our loved one is looking handsome..." she grinned.

"Are you facing difficulties?"

"Indeed..."

"So, what's the point?"

"My husband is indeed a handsome man"

"Huff... climbing Mount Everest would be easier than getting a single word from you, it seems" he slipped a small smile.

"I don't know you are a flatter freak"

"Not at all... only your words have values..."

"If it is so, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen. I admired you more than I appreciated your music... before I met you I always drooled over you"

"After meeting me?"

"I was not ready to give a look to an arrogant man"

"I was undoubtedly arrogant"

"Who else other than me knows that?"

"I hope your perception would have changed as of now"

"What do you think?"

"You started loving me long ago and you didn't hesitate to confess it to me too... So, your vision would have changed"

"Thank you for accepting me" she literally thanked me.

"It's me who should be thankful. Thank you for being stubborn."

Putting her left hand across his waist, she snuggled into his chest. Arnav kept his palm over her hand blissfully.

On the other side,

In a small room in a congested area, Shyam was groaning in pain. The wound was enough deep to torture him not letting him sleep. He even in-took a Restyl sleeping pill that always worked well before. But, today, the pain was severing and he could not sleep. His wrath for Arnav and Khushi was multiplying. He wanted them to pay off for this torture. He made a plan to knock them off but implementing the plan was next to impossible as of now, because of the killing wound. So, he concluded to wait until it healed.

To be continued...