Arnav's Gift

As Arnav draped the necklace around Lavanya’s neck, Khushi felt a deep pang of agony in her belly. She knew what he was trying to do, yet she was adamant about not revealing her feelings to him, at least not when everyone was around them.

 She excused herself on the pretense of attending to some matter and extricated herself from the suffocation of watching ASR and LA together. Without drawing notice, she moved away from the gaggle to catch a few moments to herself. She decided to go by the pool and gather her thoughts. Laughter floated down from the hallway and she only hoped they hadn't noticed her absence. 

 He watched her retreating figure go to the pool from the corner of his eye and knew he had hurt her. He winced at his own ability to be so cruel to the one thing he cared most about in this world. How could he do this? How could he crush her so, every opportunity he got? He didn't have the answers but he knew what he should do.

 She was wiping her tears and muttering to herself as he approached her from behind. She sensed movement behind her and froze. She knew it was him. She didn't want him to see her in this state, She didn't want him to know that he had hurt her. She straightened herself and quickly wiped her tears. She was about to turn, when she bumped against his hard chest, hovering over her delicate form. She averted her eyes and cast her glance to the floor. She could barely breathe as she felt his hot breaths on the nape of her neck. Her heart did a few lurches and her mind went blank. What was he trying to do? What more insults did he plan for her. Sadness welled inside her with an irresistible urge to billow out. It took every ounce of her will-power to hold it together.

 She felt a tingle of fingers on the nape of her neck as she felt him caress her delicate swan like neck and creamy shoulders, toying briefly with her kameez strings than hung seductively on her back. A shiver ran through her as she felt herself responding to his touch. His left arm slowly crept from behind, grazing her breasts ever so slightly as it traversed to the other side of her body, draping around her, reaching her the other side and pulling her against his chest. She shut her eyes tight, not sure of her traitorous body's response.

 He bent his head to the curve of her neck, his breath tantalizing her skin and placed a brief feather-light kiss. Involuntarily, she shifted her head away to give him more access to that erotic spot. He did not disappoint as he placed several more kisses trailing from her shoulder to her neck stopping when it reached her ears. A jolt of pure pleasure hit her as she felt his tongue dip into her ears, seeking, searching inside and around the ear lobes. Her legs gave away and she felt his other arm hold her still around her waist. She squirmed to free herself but he held her strong.

 Before she knew what happened, she felt a cold lash of metal around her neck as Arnav slipped the necklace she had set her eyes on earlier. With lightning fast movements, he clasped the necklace around her slender neck and whirled her around to face him. Shock and surprise washed her face as she tried to come to terms with what just happened.

He smirked his usual wicked smile and said, "Kuch fark pada?". With that he brutally cupped her breast with his right hand, squeezing it to the point of pain and kissed her lips with intense force. She felt a hot stream of desire twinge down from her under belly coursing between her legs. Before she could think more, he pushed her away and walked out as if nothing happened. Khushi tasted blood and realized that his brutal kiss had cut her lip. She wiped her mouth and whispered, "haan, fark pada"'..

Khushi rushed to the bathroom to assess the cut. The last thing she wanted was more questions from RM women. God! She loved them but they could be very inquisitive and nosy. She checked her cut in the mirror and after washing with cold water, she figured that's the best it will look. She ran her fingers over the necklace that lay askew on her neck and quickly removed it over her head and placed it on the counter top of Arnav's bathroom. She didn't need it, no, never, not the way he wanted it anyway.

 As she rejoined the women, anjali picked a bangle and asked Khushi to try it. Khushi refused but anjali walked over and lifted her chin to see what was bothering her. Anjali's brows knitted quizzically and Khushi realized to her horror that anjali discovered the cut on her lip.

 Anjali announced teasingly, " Oye Hoye!! Khushiji, what is this I see? Is this your Shyamji's doing? Hunh!! Tells us, was it the outcome of your date?" Khushi's face drained of color in embarrassment and she averted her face. Hearing Di's words, Arnav's head shot up from the file he was pretending to read and he saw Khushi's lifeless face. His heart slammed against his chest up on realizing what he had done. Everyone clamored around khushi, teasing her, poking her, trying to get the truth. Khushi was desperately trying to hide her embarrassment. He noticed the swollen side of her lip and somewhere deep inside his belly, he felt a need to possess her right then and there.

 "Enough everyone!", he thundered, hoping to shoo the prying RM women away from his prized doll, whom he had hurt in more ways than one. Silence fell over the girls as they scattered about and got busy again assessing the display of jewelry. Arnav got up and stretched his languid body with its rippling muscles and looked at her. Her expression of awe stirred a wicked thought in his mind.

 "Khushi, I need to give you the list of business partners to invite for the engagement." With that command, he strode in quick steps to his room. She was not sure what he wanted now. Oh well, she figured she'd retrieve the list and be on her way home. RM women were getting ready to go shopping and asked Khushi if she wanted to join. "Arnavji wants to send invites to his business partners." RM women agreed it was better not to piss ASR, given his earlier rotten mood.

 As the women left, Khushi headed to Arnav's room, unhappy and enraged over his mood swings and menial tasks he assigned her.

 "Arnavji?", she called out as she tentatively entered his room.

 Hey Devi Mayya, there is only so much assault I can take in one day, please spare me, she said a silent prayer.

 She felt a whoosh of air behind her and in that instant she knew she was trapped. Arnav stood by the door, eyes shining like a predator, as he locked the door. He walked menacingly towards her, his entire body emanating a raw male power she had never felt before. She started backing but her knees got caught on the side of the bed, and she fell on it, losing her balance. Great! Devi Maiyya, the last thing I want is to be trapped under this monster, she pleaded.

 He threw himself on her, breaking the fall with his arms and hovered over her entire length as he stared at her with an intensity she had never seen in him. She shut her eyes tight and started spewing some gibberish in a vain attempt to distract him. Suddenly, she felt a hot wet lick on the wound of her lips. Her eyes shot open wide at the shock and sheer pleasure of his tongue, yet again, claiming her pain as his own.

 She could see Arnav was straining to hold himself aloft while only his hot tongue touched her as it licked her lower lip, salving her wound. Deep inside her, she felt a sudden rush of love and affection for this flawed man.

She reached out to hold his face in her hands and whispered tenderly, "Its ok, Arnavji." Those loving words were his undoing. He lost the strength in his arms and flopped over her body, easily covering her fragile body with his strong muscled sheath. Khushi gasped at the suddenness of his actions yet never letting go of his face. His nose nudged hers ever so slightly and her wide gray eyes stirred a longing in his loins only Khushi could satisfy. He began licking her lips earnestly, as if his saliva would heal all the wounds he'd inflicted on her. She didn't know what possessed her but her longing for him broke her resolve and she arched her body up pressing against his. Arnav smiled affectionately at this gesture of hers, indicating to him her complete surrender and trust. He entwined his arm under her body lifting her breasts so they pressed and flattened against his chest. Her head fell back, revealing the smooth expanse of her creamy neck.

 He continued the flick of his tongue over her jaw line, trailing hot wet kisses down her neck and her delicate collarbone. His other hand undid the strings on her kameez, something he'd wanted to do since the first day he saw her. She moaned in pure delight as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her back. As the neckline loosened, he gruffly pulled the kameez down, revealing the soft mounds of her delicate breasts, thrust in air, inviting him to relish and drown in them. Unsure, he looked at her face. Her face flushed with desire and her teeth biting her lower lip in anticipation were encouragement enough for him to cover her nipples with his hot mouth.

 Gently at first, he sucked harder and harder to meet the fervor of Khushi's ardent and insistent moans. She lost all ability to think. Writhing in his arms felt so right. His mouth claiming her breasts felt so right. Everything about their bodies and minds entwined in this intimate way felt so right. Hey Devi Maiyya, guide me'and the thought of calling Devi Maiyya in the midst of heated passionate moment made her giggle. Arnav lifted his head, puzzled, to find out what she found funny. 

 "please, don't'", she purred through a haze of passion.

 "I won't, if you..",

 "Nooo, please don't' stop!", Arnav couldn't believe the feline purr of his doll as she urged him to continue his seduction. He groaned with naked desire to possess her inside out and earnestly devoted his attention to both her nipples. As he laid wet kisses over her soft mounds, he stopped midway. Khushi who was fervently running her fingers through his coal dark thick hair at the nape of his neck, froze for a moment.

"where is the necklace I gave you," Arnav rasped.

"I.."

"Khushi'", he whispered lowering his lips to ears, "it was a gift, my love, I want to see you in nothing but that necklace."

 Those words went like lightning through her, causing her heart to pound and ejecting a sudden rush of molten love from her femaleness.

Khushi could not believe her ears, did Arnav really sat that! Could she really do this for him? Something in his face told her that he needed her just the way he had explained. It would be his salve, his redemption from years of pain behind those haunted eyes.

 Arnav lifted her off the bed as she debated what to do next. He scooped her up against him. "Where is it", he queried. "On your bathroom counter", she shyly replied.

 He strode towards the bathroom with her clinging to his chest. He stood astride, in front of the wide and full length bathroom mirror. He lowered khushi to her feet. She stood infront of him, eyes shut, unsure of what was to happen next. He watched her reflection in the mirror, shy, delicate, and completely ensconced by the width of his shoulders behind her, her kameez lay by wayside on either side of her shoulders and her arms covering her bosom from his searing eyes. Arnav stepped closer and before she could react, he ripped open her kurthi as it fell in two pieces on either side. Khushi screamed in horror and turned around to hug him tight around his waist. He could see the full expanse of her flawless back in the mirror, the gentle rise of her smooth hips and the contours of her slender legs.

 "Shhh shhh shhh,", his gentle voice calmed her and he slowly turned her around to expose her beautiful image to the admiring look of her lover, in the full length mirror. Arnav held his breath as he admired his love. Khushi looked away, shy and unable to meet his dark brown eyes that were visually making love to her.

 No one knew how, but before long Khushi was standing against arnav, fully unclothed and feasted upon by his loving gaze. She made a futile attempt to cover her feminineness with her hands, but arnav pried her hands away and held them on either sides. Almost afraid that he might have hurt her again, his palms caressed her arms in a slow, slithery movement downwards.

 "Khushi...", he whispered with a pain only lovers understood in their deepest moments of ecstasy, " you are so beautiful..."

He gathered her lush hair in his hand and lifted it over to slip the necklace around her neck. She adjusted the clasp, a sign of accepting his gift. He pulled her hair, lifting her face and turned it towards him. "That's better, my love".

 She closed her eyes, assured that he would kiss her in that instant. She shuddered as he draped his arms over her breasts, cupping one while covering the other with his muscular forearm, as if to shield it from the evil eye of the mirror and slipped the other hand to cover her feminine mound. His dark skin looked even more dark set against her alabaster skin. He held her in his gaze over the mirror, assessing if his hands covered her most feminine aspects well, adjusting slightly to give more coverage, feeling the heat radiating from his khushi's nether regions. Time stopped for khushi as she felt his protection of her femaleness, his devotion was evident and his need for her clear. 

 In a sudden movement, he let go of her and took several steps away from her, averting his eyes away from her. Shocked at his sudden withdrawal, khushi turned around to question him.

 He lifted a robe from the bathroom stand and handed it to her, his eyes still averted.

 "Wear this khushi, before I lose control and do something irreversible."

 She felt deflated, tears stung her eyes at what she thought was rejection. She robed herself and turned to leave the bathroom. She looked back one last time and answered, "Mujhe issay fark padtha hai, suna apne Mr. Raizada!". She turned fled the room as fast her feet could take her.

 The words clapped and echoed in his ears, words he had wanted to hear from her, words that meant the world to him.

 "Khushi'. I will make you mine tomorrow, it's a promise", he growled with heat and desire cutting every word he spewed. Arnav knew what he had to do. He’d wait for the others to return then he would make his final announcement.