A short OS after the Teri Meri Dance Sequence
Arnav had felt acutely aware of Khushi, while dancing with her. He was aware
of so many things...The smoothness of her silky skin as he wound his hands
around her waist. The light brush of her breasts against his chest, as they waltzed
around. The knowledge that her soft bottom was so tantalizingly close...He could
have just reached out his hands and hold her bottom in sweet anticipation and
then grind his hips towards hers so that she could feel for herself, her impact
He groaned in frustration, in confusion, with unsatisfied hunger. He had a
teasing taste of how she felt like and now he wanted more. With all those
thoughts running through his head, he slowly walks towards Khushi's room, and knocked.
Khushi opened the door thinking it was her sister and continued talking. He
could not listen to what she was talking...his eyes were riveted on sensual
picture in front of him. Her hair were haphazardly tied up exposing the silky
skin of her back - the choli just put up
with 2 thin strings. The sweet curve of her waist beckoning him to hold her and
steady her. And the luscious, sexy arched curve of her gently swaying hips were
putting sinful thoughts in his mind ...god help him! All he had to do was walk
a few steps and hold her, pull her to him, her back to his chest, gently feel
her full round bottom, make her aware of his aching need for her...continue their
dance in private...
"Humein koi farq nahi padta...suna aapne?" she yelled, snapping him out of
the spell. He looked at her, did not know if she was trying to convince him or
herself about that. Her flushed cheeks, heaving breasts and glazed eyes yelled
another story. She was not indifferent to him as she claimed...and it would be
his pleasure to show her, prove her wrong.
Slowly, purposefully he walked towards her, each step measured, each step
increasing her heartbeat, each step increasing her tension, till she could not
bear it anymore and turned away from him, downcast eyes facing the mirror. He
came and stood behind her, not touching her, not holding her, but so close that
maybe he could wrench out the secrets from her heart, ones that she guarded so safely. She could
feel his warm breath on her hair, could hear his steady heart beat. Yet he did
not touch her, did not say anything, just stood there still, waiting for her to
acknowledge him, the effect of him on her, the effect of his roughened fingers
on her skin, the effect of that sexy stubble on her face. She gulped! She would
not do so. She raised her downcast eyes, and met his gaze in the mirror. It was
clash of their wills, who would give in first..not her she prayed to DM..
With holding her a prisoner of his gaze, He slowly lifted his hands and
pulled the dori on her choli and untied it. "Farq pada" he asked? Khushi gasped!
He slowly put once side of choli down, kissing her neck and shoulders,
licking them, opening his mouth and loving her.. "Farq pada" he asked? Khushi feverishly
He moved both his bare hands against her belly, caressing her soft skin "Farq
pada" he asked? Khushi gulped!
Slowly his hands moved upwards from her belly. They caressed her breast with
the lightest touch...Khushi could see in the mirror, the tanned fingers
touching her, his palm grazing her, teasing her. A moan escaped her. She felt
she was drowning, He could see her resolve weakening, he could feel her body
trembling, could feel her desire building.
Like a hunter cornering his prey, he swooped in with his instinct. He slowly
leaned in, closing the gap between their hips, glorying unashamedly in the
feeling invoked by her soft hips against him.
He moved his body against her, without any apology, without any
reservation. His face mirroring the pleasure her body provided. Softly he
asked, "Farq pada", the expression of pure pleasure on his face mortified her,
fascinated her!! She couldn't take this sensual assault anymore.., she needed
to submit to this torrent of emotion riding in her or she would die.
around and hid her face in his neck and murmured "Haan, farq pada..."