His lifeline

Okay, so I came up with this piece when Arnav finds Khushi all upon himself at Gupta's.

In the silence of the dawn, the two souls lay on the bed twined with each other. Gupta house was still asleep. Arnav stirred in his half sleep wanting to turn to other side but felt the pressure of something that prevented him to move. He batted his eyelids and lazily opened his eyes to view Khushi sprawled by his side occupying the major portion of the bed. One of her legs exquisitely adorned his abdomen and her hand enveloped his chest.

 He found a part of himself still in dreamland upon waking. It was hard for him to be fully in the present for he had always wanted in his dreams to wake up like this. Waking up to find her by his side! But the present prevailing circumstances didn't allow him to make his emotions obvious to Khushi no matter how much he loved her. His heart twitched with pain for the sheer fact that he could not express his love to Khushi but the wistfulness in his eyes was revealing his inner desire for her.

He moved slightly so as not to disturb her to face her and was completely bewitched by the figure that lay in his vicinity. He called her "sleeping beauty" and that she was! She lazed there in one of her creamy, thin salwar kurta whose neck went a little low thus giving an ample view of her soft smooth peach skin. Her face fresh like a morning dew without any traces of make up and her luscious lips appearing even more pink. Few strands of her hair screened her forehead partly and were touching the tip of her nose. His hands itched to remove those impertinent strands and tuck them behind her ear. He gently kissed her hand that lay on his chest. 

She stirred a little and came even more close, snuggled beside him, enjoying the warmth that emanated from him. He brought his face in close proximity to her neck and couldn't help but sniff her milky peach skin. Even at this hour she smelled wonderful. Good heavens! he exclaimed and slightly brushed her long neck with his lips. His idea was to just inhale a bit of Khushi's fragrance but the feeling was so potent that he couldn't resist but graze and explore that marvelous long, slender neck.

Khushi felt a tingling sensation and being a highly ticklish girl she at once opened her eyes. It took her sometime to gather her position and the situation around. Seeing herself in such a mortifying condition, she tried to separate herself from him but Arnav's face was dug deep in the curve of her neck. She felt his warm breath and found herself utterly weak. Mustering up all her courage and strength, she struggled to move away from his hold but the man was not quite inclined to let go off this opportunity. He had been dreaming of this moment since eternity and had imagined Khushi and him doing hanky-panky infinite times.

 Evidently he couldn't do it for real but today at that very moment he just didn't care, didn't care about Shyam and Khushi hugging each other, didn't care about his 'di' and didn't care about his pride! The pride that made ASR the ASR. To hell with every damn thing in the world. Khushi is mine screamed his heart and the voice echoed in his mind. Nothing else matters when in love. He is hers and she his! He dare not imagine his life without her for she is one thing that keeps him going, keeps him smiling coz when she's around even the darkest of nights turn into full moon nights! And he had quite learnt his lesson well when Khushi had gone to her parents place leaving him all stranded, restless and flustered.

The silence of his room which had been so relieving once now haunted him. No!!! he cried to himself as if fighting his own inner demons, he can't leave Khushi. Arnav repeated it like a mantra as if reminding himself what if she leaves! 

There was no denying the fact that Khushi Kumari Gupta became his lifeline now. If this is love then be it. Thought he. Arnav Singh Raizada is in love and it was no less than a news to himself. It has been ages since he had this beautiful emotion stirring in him after the death of his mother. Of course he loved his 'di' but loving di and loving Khushi are as different as black is from white. The void that had been there in his heart now was brimming with love. He felt ecstatic and now was ready to throw himself in the deep beautiful eyes of his beloved. Everything appeared to be surreal as if it's a dream, that he'll blink his eyes and the dream will be shattered. 

Khushi, in the struggle of getting away from Arnav, came even close. Arnav's hands tightened around hers. Her mind was playing a dual game with her. Apart of it said, to just quit but her heart wanted this to never end. She ached for this excitement to remain till the times end. It's true that she had never thought about him doing things to her but this also remains true that every time when she felt him around her heart slammed even harder, went berserk and the heat that she feels from within when he touches her. Her emotions, her feelings so indescribable that it was difficult to comprehend. But now, as she lies there in the cocoon of his warmth everything feels so right. All her premonitions seemed to vanish. It was so exhilarating that her heart did not want to end it. 

Incoherent words escaped her mouth. "Please....wh..what are you doing Arnavji?"

Her body was burning in sweet pain and pleasure at the same time.

Arnav on hearing his name lost his control and whispered while nibbling at her soft ear lobe. 

"Nothing Khushi! I'm doing what I should have done long before".

 "Aren't you happy"? He said in between, landing feather kisses behind her ear and the nape of her neck.

Writhing in pleasure by Arnav's side, she swallowed a lump of saliva and nothing but a moan came out. Arnav was completely besotted by her but at the same time was doing it slowly just to make it a pleasurable experience for her. 

Little did he know that Khushi's body and soul were soaring high with unfathomable sensation.

Her body was subjected to this sweet torment for the first time and boy what a torment it was! 

Arnav dropped his face a little lower and his mouth traveled a little further down where he met the two mounds. Electrifying it was! His both hands entwined with hers so that she could do nothing but slither beneath him while his mouth was doing wonders to her.

Since she was wearing a salwar kurta, Arnav's mouth evidently could not go beyond a point as he had no idea how to take off that bloody dress.

Fumbling with her tunic, desperately trying to remove it but failing miserably, he groaned: Khushi, why the hell do you have to wear such difficult dresses, why can't you wear something simple that comes off in a flip.

All this talk had hypnotized Khushi and she as if in a trance guided Arnav's hands towards the hooks of her tunic all the while gawking at him. 

Arnav was enthralled by her divine image. Her eyes wide open, her lips parted and her eyebrows arched shadowed by a bunch of insolent hair. 

Oh! Sweet heavens! He would sacrifice every thing to keep her by his side. She appeared intoxicating!

The moment Arnav's hand landed on the hook, in one go he detached it from the loop and her Kurta suddenly appeared to be hanging off her shoulders. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her milky white bare shoulders looked so inviting. His hands reached the desired place and moved up and down at it's own pace. There was absolutely no hurry, though his eyes were red burning with intense passion and pain.

Meanwhile, Khushi's hands had been exploring Arnav's feisty body. Her hands caged his head and her fingers slipped in his hair, thus pulling him towards her. It didn't escape Arnav's attention and only gave wind to his primal instincts and he at once sealed her lips with his.

Khushi being a naive didn't know how to respond. She was completely new to this but nevertheless enjoying it. By now he was sprawled over her. Her eyes were closed and he just withdrew his mouth to see the effect. He felt victorious when Khushi suddenly opened her eyes in disappointment to see what led Arnav to stop and mumbled "Arnavji"...

"No Khushi, say Arnav, just Arnav".

She smiled innocently and uttered "Arnav."

"Say once more dear".

"Arnav", said she a little louder than the first time.

Content with the outcome, he hungrily grabbed her mouth and guided his tongue inside the warm hollow. 

Their tongues collided, sang and danced. It was one feisty combination of Arnav's potence and Khushi's innocence.