Arshi FF ~FORBIDDEN DESIRE~ (UL II) Chap 07

Chap 07
Unexpectedly Expected (title credit inspired from saucechips)

He was sitting on the bar stool consuming shots after shots after what had happened few minutes back.

"How could she?" he thought.

"how could SHE?" he thought again this time giving emphasis on SHE.

He closed his eyes in frustration and the entire scene of her kissing samrat played back in his mind.

How samrat pulled her towards him and practically his every part touched her in that pull, (he thought brushing his damp hair, which was due to the uneasiness he felt).

How she closed her eyes when samrat approached towards her lips. (he fisted his on arm which was resting on the counter and gripped another shot glass almost crushing it in his clutches).

Why she at all wanted to participate in this stupid kissing compition? (he opened his eyes in took his 7^th shot and banged the glass on the wooden bar counter).

And that looser he was practically eating her lips up. ("one more shot", he ordered the bartender).

He just couldnot wipe of her image after that kiss. The sight of her smugged red lipstick was making him more messed up.

**

Khushi was in the dance floor, dancing carefree. Not due to joy but due to high intoxication.  Her kohl was spoiled which clearly showed that she cried. Her legs were giving up due to the dizziness. Her mind only concentrating on recent events. To be precise, the very recent events.

"He did not stop me" she pouted.

"he doesnot care if I kiss someone" she started dancing again.

"he kissed that b**** that to infront of this whole world showing oh-i-possess-her, she-is-my-girl". She laughed out loud.

"And what the hell was he doing trapping me in my room when I went to do touch up".

~FLASHBACK~

Khushi immediately ran towards her room after freeing her from samrats embrace wiping her lips. She felt disgusted to be touched by someone else. Furiously crying she ran up.

Arnav's anger touched heights today. he just couldnot kiss sheetal more than 3 seconds maximum hence chose to lose the game for the first time in his life. He just couldnot tolerate the fact that his Khushi was in someone else's arms and kissing.

He followed Khushi to her room.

**

She went inside and vented out her frustration in the bathroom.

"how could he?" she cried out loud. Flashes of him kissing Sheetal clouded her thoights.

"how could he just kiss her?" she whispered slipping down on the floor.

**

After a minute or so she came out and was immediately pinned near the adjacent wall.

"Arnav!" she was shocked.

He was spitting draggers through his eyes but that did not have any effect on Khushi.

She pushed him with whatever little strength she had but failed to move him a tiny bit.

"I.need.answer.miss.gupta. why the hell did you kiss that'."

he couldnot complete his words when she spatted out.

"husband'.he is my husband-to-be Mr. R.a.i.z.a.d.a" she said directly looking into in eyes.

She saw him going stiff, his jaw clutched, his eyes dangerously fixed on her.

"He was not only kissing you, he was bloody touching you everywhere KHUSHI!"

"to?" (so?) she asked frowning. As if the did what samrat was doing was the most natural thing for them to do.

Without thinking twice he smacked his lips with her and pulled her to a passionate kiss. He fought for dominance and he got what he wanted. Her sweet tongue. He was so desperate to taste her sweet nature. And when he got that he slowed down. Suddenly everything faded out and only their kiss became the center of attraction. He rested his palm on the either side of her hand on the wall, his body did not touch her at all. Only their lips mingled with each other. No matter how much Khushi tried to resist but once Arnav slowed down and captured her tongue she rested her head back on the wall gripping her own dress, letting him do what he wanted.

He moved up and saw her. Her eyes closed her lipstick smudged yet again. But this time by him. Her blush did not do unnoticed by him. "you are beautiful" he stated mentally.

"don't you dare let him touch you Miss gupta" he said in dominance.

Khushi opened her eyes and looked directly to him.

Khushi waved his amrs which caged her and spatted out...

"HaQ! hai uska, mera hone wala pati hai woh...woh jo chahe jaisa chahe mere saath kar sakta hai... and tum koi nahi ho mujhe bolne wale.. ek baar to kya sau baar hazar baar woh mujhe kiss kar sakta hai... chhu sakta hai... pya...ar kar sakta hai...samjhe tum? Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada"

"aur ek baat baar baar aise humme mat chuiye..subha se jo bhi tum kar rahe ho meye tumse kuch nahi kehrahi hoon iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki mujhe yeh sab achha lag raha hai...tumhari bhi shaadi hone wali hai...yeh sab tum raizada's ko shobha nahi deta hoga...kyun? meye ek padai ladki hoon aur tum mere koi nahi lagte...so dur raho mujse"

("He has got all the rights on me. He is my would be husband after all. He can do whatever he wants to with me, you are no one to dectate me all the time. He can kiss me not only hundred times but thousand times...he can touch me...he can feel me...he can lo...ve...me. do you understand Mr Raizada?"

"and yes another thing, dont touch me all the time...since morning whatever you are doing with me it is not right...i am not saying anything to you doesnot mean i am accepting your touch...you are also about to get married soon...and i dont think what you are doing is a right thing to do for raizada's isnt it? i am no one to you so you better stay away from me")

She said that flew from there in no time making him dumbfolded.

She approached towards the door and turned.

"and if you think that, this kiss will effect me. I am sorry to say now a days nothing related to you effect me Mr Raizada...NOTHING!" she shouted back gulping her hurt and ran away.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

EXTENSION

You are already 4 down Khushi.

Khushi saw the man standing beside her.

"sammy" she threw her arms around him.

She looked at him and giggled. Pointing her finger towards his nose she said "only 24 four hours more, hai na? then I will be marked by you forever". She said wiping her eyes.

"you crying?" he asked.

"NO…." she nodded like a kid pouting. "something gone inside my eyes".

"Khushi I think you need rest. Come I will take you to your room.

Samrat was about to hold her wrist when a strong grip stopped him from holding her.

Samrat looked at sidewyas and found equally messed up Arnav. He checked his hand and Arnav and then again to Khushi who stood closing her eyes still moving with the music beats.

**

After seeing off Shetal when Arnav was coming inside he saw samrat holding Khushi and telling her something. Due to loud music he couldnot here what he was telling Khushi. But he saw him gesturing her towards her bedroom.

Seeing that he paced up and held his hand.

**

"I think it's already late I think you should just leave now".

"NO! he will not leave Mr Raizada, he is my husband-to-be" she said unconsciously.

"you leave Mr. A.R.N.A.V" she said poking her chest. While doing that she got disbalanced and fell on arnav's chest.

"careful" samrat was about to hold her for support when Arnav stopped him showing his palm towards samrat.

"I am still her family, I will take it from here" Arnav said glaring ar samrat.

"family?" she giggled…"I don't have a family" she giggled again… "I am an orphan, hai na Mr. Raizada".

Arnav was shocked to her such words coming out from his Khushi. She never said something of this sort. It was Arnav who never failed to remind her of this ugly truth. But coming from this girl who always thought his house to her, his dadi as her own dadi and him to be…. (well he did not have any answer to that…or rather he have but he is not ready to accept that he means her life. For whom she breaths).

"Arnav, she is not…"

He did not let samrat complete his sentence, "you will teach me how to take care of her?"

"Before I speak something which I am not supposed to please leave Samrat".

With that he picked up his girl and walked passed Samrat, leaving behind a speechless samrat.

**

"chodo mujhe… leave me" she yelled and struggled to get down from arnav's arms but his hold was firm enough to carry her to his room.

After reaching there he steadied her on the floor.

Khushi pushed him with all her wits and barked "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME?"

Arnav agrily held her shoulder and dug his finger piercing her skin, "HOW DARE I TOUCH YOU? REALLY MISS GUPTA? LOOKS LIKE NOW A DAYS YOU FIND SOMEONE ELES TOUCH BETTER THAN MINE…Hai na?" he said angrily.

"That's non of your business Mr Raizada" she said while gritting her teeth, looking straight into his eyes.

"Ofcourse it is my business you woman. Don't forget you are in…."

She did not let him complete, "Raizada Mansion…I know I know. But even you are forgetting that he is my husband".

He started walking towards her and managed to corner her. Blocking her keeping his hand either side of her head "he is not your husband yet Miss. Khushi.Kumari.Gupta".

"after 24 hours he will become my husband Mr Arnav Singh Raizada. Your chosen husband".

"abhi tak huya nahi…so he doesnot have the right on you Miss Gupta" he said moving dangerously close to her face. "its better he keep his distance from you".

"MOVE BACK", she said eyeing back on him. "kis haq se you are standing so close to me? Mr. Raizada, he has more haq then you.

He gritted his teeth and spun her around and pinned her near the adjacent wall. Boring his eyes on her lips he asked her.

"Uska haq hai tumpe?" his dangerous voice sending shivers down her spine.

He pressed her wrist more.

Gathering whatever guts she possessed, she spatted, "haan hai!" (yes he has all the rights) she said unable to control her tears.

He looked at her with hurt filled eyes and loosened his grip. Khushi saw the same hurt in his eyes, which she had when Arnav did her rista with Sehgal family.

Slowly he relaxed his grip around her arms.

"aur meye kya lagta hoon tumhara?" he asked her leaning further towards her lips brushing his warm breath on her pulps making it burn in desire.

"mera haq kam ho jayega?" (will all my rights on you die after you get married?) he said almost brushing his lips on hers.

Khushi gasped and fisted her fingers feeling his lips yet again on hers.

"Bolo Khushi!" he said touching his full lips on hers this time, sliding his fingers towards her fist and slowly entwining his fingers with hers.

Khushi knuckles pressed against the wall…his fingers digging her skin…"bolo Khushi!" he repeated in a very firm tone.

"Arnav!" she mumbled against his lips.

"Who.am.i.to.you.khushi?" he said taking her lower lips inbetween his lips slowly nibbling it closing his eyes feeling her soft pulps to its fullest.

Khushi pushed him hard making him step back two three steps and was about to move from there. When he spun her around once again, but this time crashing her back against his chest, holding her perfectly toned waist and placing an open mouthed kiss on her creamy hot nape.

Khushi threw herself back feeling his hot fingers around her icy cold waist and his hot mouth on her nape. She did not know which one to stop first. His lips which were creating havoc senses around her nape of his hot fingers playing piano rhythms on her skin burning it in the process.

Feeling his fingers circling around her naval she whispered, "please for god sake stop it" in a throaty voice.

"WHY!?" he whispered near her ears, brushing his nose against her ear lobs…

She felt his hand moved away from her naval and touched her hands. She shivered in his touch and hid her face sideways near the crock of his nake sending tingling sensation to him. Her quivering soft lips kissing his skin.

He slowly dragged his fingers along her long arms and caught hold of her jacket, which she was wearing over her dress.

Holding the hem he slowly dropped the jacket on the floor exposing her milky white shoulder adored by the sleek glittery noddle strap, which held the entire dress.

Holding her both the hand he guided her to keep it, rather lock it behind his nape. He kissed his arms and touched her underarms then slowly moving his hand down touching her curves he rested his hand on her waist. With the other hand he undid her hair clip making her long hair fall straight.

Coming closer to her, he flushed himself with her, hiding his face in between her hair, smelling her fruity shampoo he let out a moan before whispering, "never, ever cut your hair Khushi, they are beautiful" he said with a lot of authority.

Khushi slowly opened her eyes, "does that mean he like my hair?". A small simple crept in her beautiful red lips.

"You….you like my…hair"? she questioned him in a whispering tone.

After a brief pause he said, "I like everything about you princess".

"did he just call her princess?" did he?" she did not know what to think and what not. She spun around and looked at him.

His desired filled face

His adams apple clearly being seen moving up and down due to his frequent gulps.

He slowly opened his drolly eyes and met hers.

Leaning slowly towards her lips he captured them with full of affection.

She closed her eyes when she felt his full lips on her and her tear made its way towards her neck leaving behind a trail mark on her cheeks.

She sighed on his lips and he slowly pulled back. With one hand he cupped her face and placed an open mouthed kiss on her forehead in between her hair.

He lingered his lips on her soft skin and then again pulled back slowly. He was about to kiss her eyes when his eyes fell on her maang (maang).

His heart thumped against his ribcage when he saw, his mark on her. Her red lipstick, which got transferred on his lips while kissing her, the same lip got transferred in between her maang (partition) when he kissed her forehead.

He did not know why he just pulled her in a bone-crashing hug after seeing her like that.

Was it another sign that they were meant to be together?

**

Precap

The night is still left. Expect the expected. Don't expected the unexpected.

 **

Arshi FF ~FORBIDDEN DESIRE~ (UL II) Chap 06

Chap 06
The Ring Ceremony

"Namaste Nahi ji!" a very handsome man of 28 years touched the old lady's foot out of respect.

"Joog Joog Jiyu Samrat beyta" (May you live long) nani touched his cheecks and reciprocated his gesture.

Samrat scanned the entire hall, it was looking abosolutely marvelous' the blue and the white flowers making a unique merge of love and piece.

What stood out in the decoration was the way they played with the blend of two colours in the entire hall.

**

Two sleek arms hugged dadi from behind.

Dadi smiled and without looking at the person she said "Sheetal Bitiya!"

Sheetal kissed dadi from side ways and then came to touch her feet.

Dadi tucked her lips and hugged her. She brushed her hand on her back.

**

It was almost 30 mins that samrat and sheetal has arrived but there was no trace of the other two on the floor.

**

Suddenly hall way lights were dimmed and the two spot lights were focused on the two amazingly stunning looking man and a woman.

The prince and the princess, that's what came in everyone's mind seeing them standing together near the stair about to take a step down.

When the light went of Khushi's arms inveriabily went around his strong-arms due to fear of darkness. Arnav feeling her arms around his biceps looked at her. And their was an eye lock. Forgetting where they are standing, forgetting what is going on, forgetting everything, they looked at each other.

"beautiful" is the only world that he could come up with.

And looking at them the entire crowd was going gaga over making their respective partners unsecured.

Arnav unconsciously touched her fingers, which cling to him and started descending the stairs still maintaining the eye lock.

The couple was flooded with flashes immediately.

Some guys started saying "haye! Yeh dono ka saadi kyun hai huya ek saath? Kitna sona lagta hai yeh munda iske saath"

"we always thought they will end up getting married to each other. But destiny!"

**

After decending the final step Khushi felt another strong arms trying to hold her right palm and that's when reality hit her. She turned her head to see Samrat standing beside her. She quickly checked her left arm which snaked arnav's right hand and then looked up to see Arnav, still looking at her.

Slowly she released her grip on Arnav and took two steps sideways.

Feeling the lose of her touch Arnav instantly came back to his senses. He looked at samrat holding khushi's other hand and gazed his bicep, which was not devoid of her touch. More than his hand he felt the emptiness in his heart.

"Hi! ASR"

Arnav turned to his left to find his bride standing wearing a blue lehenga designed by AR.

Hearing Sheetel's shrilled voice Khushi turned towards her only to get hurt seeing her in Arnav's favourite colour.

"He designed a blue lehenga for her?" she thought gulping her sorrows. Her heart swelled up and eye ready to spill. But somehow she controlled it.

"Blue? Why on the earth is she wearing this? This material I chose for Khushi" Arnav thought and became frustrated to the blunder committed by his employees.

He did not know why he just wanted to clarify to Khushi that, the material was for her. He was about to speak to her when he saw her slightly teary tears and her gulping. He closed his eyes in frustration and before he could approach Khushi and tell her the truth, he saw samrat going down his knees holding her right hand and looking up at Khushi.

"Shall We?" he asked her before pecking her knuckles'

Khushi gave a half-hearted smile and nodded in approval. She did not dare to look at the other man who stood rooted beside her. She could easily sense sudden rise of temperature and she started feeling suffocated.

Samrat stood up and pulled Khushi along with him giving a smile to Arnav.

The lose that Arnav felt when she released his hand was nothing compared to what he was feeling at that moment. Someone just came and took Khushi from his side. His Khushi? And he did not do anything about it? And she? So easily went to the other man? Leaving behind her Arnu?

The emotional tumoil what he was going though was unexplainable. Even he himself did not know what he wanted.

Wasnot he the one who wanted to get Khushi married?

Wasn't he the man who wanted Khushi out of his life?

Wasnot he the man who insulted her god knows how many times?

Wasnot he the one who blamed her for his parent's death?

Wasnot he the man who sent her abroad so that he doesnot have to see her face?

Then'.

Why did he slid his mothers ring in her finger and felt the warmth spread across his heart? Why he felt as if his parents witness their special moment? Why he felt they blessed him and showered him with love when the ring finally touched her finger and fitted her finger exactly the way it should be?

Why despite of wanting her out of his life, he long for her when she was not around and seeing her he felt relaxed?

Why he felt a sharp pain whenever he insulted her? If was as if he was insulting himself. And why always after every fight he wanted to take her in his arms? Hug her? Kiss her?

Why he always felt he was wrong when he insulted her for his parents death?

Why his lif became miserable when he forcefully send her abroad? Why he became more arrogant after that? why he shut himself off from everything around him? Why he counted every single day till she was back in his house after two years?

Why his Khushi (happiness) was out of his life for two long years?

His inner soul could only took one name "Khushi!" the word slipped from his lips as a melodious whisper.

And that moment Khushi turned and looked at him.

**

Feeling as if Arnav was calling her she turned and saw directly in his eyes' and she saw something, which she aways wanted to see in that hidden mask' the pain.

The pain that she felt everytime he pushed her away from him

The pain she felt everytime he insulted her

The pain when he forced her to go abroad.

The pain she felt each and every day feeling dejected and rejected.

The pain she gone thought when he agreed to get married.

The pain she felt when he did not acknowledge their secret engagement.

The pain she felt when he kissed her and did not gave her a scope to talk to him.

The pain she felt when each time he blamed him for his parents death.

It was the same pain she saw in his eyes. The same helplessness which she has gone thought almost 16 years now.

The pain that only see could see and only she could feel.

he felt a soft palm caressing his rough stubbles. He broke the eye lock with Khushi as saw his fianc standing beside him. "what happened baby? You look upset? Is everything ok?" sheetal asked stealing glances of Khushi.

Arnav removed her hand from his cheek and was about to walk when sheetel slid her arms around his biceps and flushed herself with him.

It was the same position how Arnav and Khushi was few minutes back, but it felt so different. He saw Khushi once after glancing over sheetal's arms and started walking towards Khushi and samrat.

Khushi just couldnot bear any more. She was absolutely disturbed seen another woman beside him. Not that she never witnessed sheetal beside Arnav, but after their kiss and that accidental engagement Khushi was not about to think straight anymore. An unknown possessiveness started brewing up the atmosphere between the two.

Watching khushi's entwined finger with samrat he just wanted to rip apart the guy and Khushi. "how could she let him touch her" was the first question came in his mind.

Seeing sheetal's arms around arnav's, the first thing which came in her mind was "maybe he likes to be touched by her unlike me".

In the process Khushi dug her nails in samrat's hand.

Samrat was looking at Arnav and sheetal when they were approaching them. Feeling her nails, he looked at her and said, "wait for few more hours sweetheart. Its just a matter of one day".

Hearing this the reality hit her badly. "he will touch her" she felt like dieing even thinking of those words forget about what will happen with it will actually happen. She in samrat's arms…

**

"did he just say that? DID HE JUST SAY THAT?" he thought…

His blood started boiling immediately. The thought of Khushi in his arms and nude… he shot and angry look towards both of them… he fisted his finger and was ready to punch that man. "He just cannot touch my Khushi" he thought. "he just cannot"… "she is mine"… "and he dare not touch her"… "how dare he think so cheaply"… and Khushi?

He saw her all nervous but still holding samrat's hand. He felt disgusted. He was about to spat out when he heard dadi announcing about their ring ceremony.

**

the two brides were guided by the two handsome grooms on stage. Arnav and Khushi stole glances at each other. Did not know how to react to this uneasy situation.

Dadi handed over the rings to Arnav and Khushi.

After a brief moment it was khsuhi's turn to slid the ring in samrat's finger and make him his fianc. With heavy heart she put the ring in his finger, looking down not wanting to look at him. Arnav felt a tug inside his stomach when he saw the ring being slid in samrat's finger by non other than Khushi. But inside he did not know why he was a little happy that samrat was not the first person to whom she slid the ring.

His chain of thoughts broke a samrat's voice, "khushi! Yeh kya? Tumne to pehle se hi ek ring pehni hui hai".

Arnav gazed his mother's ring in her finger and felt happy that now samrat cannot slid his ring in her ring finger as he knew that the ring is too tight to come out.

Khushi remained quite, still looking down.

"Koi baat nahi beta us angoothi ko kholke pehna do" nani said (no problem son, open that ring and make her wear your ring)

Khushi suddenly felt nervous. She did not want to open that ring at any cost and definitely not by samrat. Without looking at samrat she looked at anrav who was standing behind samrat.

**

Samrat held the ring and struggled to open it. But it was just too tight to come out. When it did not come out, he tried to pull it harder…

"aah!" Khushi cried in pain.

If the situation permitted arnv would have killed samrat for forcing like that on Khushi.

"Please leave me samrat. This is not coming out. Aur kitna dard do ge?"

Arnav was about to walk towards samrat and grab his collar seeing a tiny tear which formed at the corner of her eyes, when he heard "then why did you wear it in that finger Khushi?

"Its here choice what she wants to wear and were she wants to wear Mr. Sehgal. Waise bhi I don't think sliding it in the other finger will reduce her love for you".

Khushi shot a look towards Arnav, "did he just say reduce my love for him? Cant he just see how much I love him (Arnav)? How can he say that in front of the entire guest? He is very well aware of that I don't like samrat and I feel nothing about samrat then why? Why all the time he doesnot leave a scope to make things difficult for me?"

"It was a mistake sammy. I am sorry" Khushi said exchanging her left palm with the right palm and shot an angry look to Arnav.

**

"did she just say it was a mistake? Mistake? Me sliding the ring in her finger was a mistake? Really Khushi kumari gupta? Fine. Now just wait and watch.

With that he started opening his plaster.

In the meantime samrat slid the ring in her right hand's ring finger.

**

It was now Arnav's turn. He held sheetal's hand and slid the ring. The crowd brust out clapping and cheering ASR's fianc. Khushi just looked away not able to see Arnav and sheetal standing hand in hand. And the very fact was that he just made sheetal his official fianc.

"ASR! Give me your hand".

Arnav gave her his left hand and sheetal almost screamed.

She was about to faint when Arnav held her in his arms.

Khushi came running hearing her scream and held her.

"what happened sheetal are you ok?"

"khhhushi….ASR….is hurt". She said pointed her finger.

Khushi saw the open wound and questioned Arnav through her eyes.

**

Arnav steadied sheetal and ordered her to slid the ring in that finger only. He was just desperate now. He anyhow wanted sheetal to slid the ring in his left hand finger.

"I cant ASR. I cant hurt you more"

"Listen to me sheetal, just do as I say".

"I have given the right to you only to put the ring"

"but ASR"

"Sheetal just do it. I want this ring to cover this ugly wound".

Khushi was shocked…"ugly wound?" she just couldnot hold back her tears and ran towards samrat and hugged him infront of the whole crowd.

While arnav's eye traveled towards her running figure he was too shocked to see Khushi in Samrat's arms.

"SLID IT NOW" Arnav ordered sheetal

Khushi cluteched samrat all the more hearing the authoritive voice which she thought was only for her. But now everything related to him will be only for sheetal.

"I cant ASR. Sheetal started sobbing badly".

Dadi exactly knew that it was time for her to intervene now.

"Arnav beta koi baat nahi, let he slid it in your right finger. Waise bhi it hardly matters no? few minutes back you only explained.

"Dadi par?"

"I am sure sheetal will love you the most. And exchanging ring is just for making it official that the girl is now booked by you. just like Khushi is now Samrat's.

Hearing the very line "Khushi is not samrat's" anrav did not protest much. Everything was coming to an end as if. He gave his right arm to let sheetal slid the ring.

**

Precap

Kissing Compition between the couple.

Arshi FF ~FORBIDDEN DESIRE~ (UL II) Chap 05

Chap 05
Never Been Kissed

Their lips were inches apart.

Her angelic eyes closed in anticipation.

His eyes roaming around her facing capturing the effect he has on her.

Her halving chest brushing against his every time, she inhaled his intoxicating aftershave.

Not that he has not felt her before but it was something different. He himself made her sit on his life. He himself held her hair and pulled her close to him. He himself wants to do something which he always held back under his anger. He wanted to Kiss her. He wanted to be kissed. He wanted to devour her lips which played with his senses everytime she kissed him on his chick. He wanted to feel those feathery petels for once before she is gone.

Gone'

GoNE'

GONE'

The word hit him hard. A sense of lose, a sense of insecurity, a sense of hollowness started suffocating him.

His chain of thoughts broke by her whisper "aaarnnnav!" which was hardly audiable.

Slowly he looked at her face one last time and leaned futher to join their lips. He placed his upperlip inbetween her lips and locked her lower lip capture inbtween his lips.

Both of them gasped in unison. The moment their lips matched Arnav closed his yes and pressed his lips further.

**

Khushi was just blowing away by his move. The kiss which she always wanted from him, she never thought it will ever going to happen in her life and that too coming from him.

She was just to shocked'blank to react at that moment. She did not know whether to touch him, whether not to touch him. What if he moves back? What if he insults her once gain, what if he regrets this moment in his life? She relaxed her fingers and rested it on the bed finally breathing sigh. She did not want to let go of this special moment, she did not want to pull back, she did not want to disturb him, she just wanted him to kiss..kiss and kiss her.

**

Releasing her hair and tucking it behind her ear, he touched her cheeks. With the other hand he touched her back and gave a slight push to make her flush with with him. Travelling up her spine he clutched her nape to complete the unfinished kissed this time locking it even more and moistening it with his lingering saliva.

**

the moment Khushi was starting to respond the kiss there was a knock in the door.

"Khushi! Khushi! Beta"

Khushi immediately opened her eyes and realized their position. Arnav was still lost in a different world.

She pulled back immediately and looked at his trance state. His lips were still parted, his eyes closed, his hand holding her firming against him and his face after a long time looked relaxed. As if he was drowning into sleep after many sleepless night.

She started wiggling to get up from him lap and that's when he realized their state. He opened his eyes and looked at her, the first thing he saw was her lips. They were still quivering then her eyes, which was now round as a saucer and fear pretty much evident in them.

He half heartedly released her and she got up. Straightening the crease of her dress she casually combed her hair and ran towards the door.

She immediately bumped into dadi at the door step.

"Daa'di! Aaapne mujhe bulaya?"

Dadi cupped khushi's hiding her smile seeing the blush on her face. She gulped said "YOUR, sammy is waiting for you downstairs". Dadi made sure she pronounced the word your louder.

Khushi faked a smile and ran out from arnav's room.

Dadi stole a quick glance at Arnav and cleared her throat, "erm! How are you feeling Arnav?"

"Dadi! Did you give permission to samrat to meet Khushi before marriage?"

Dadi raised her eyebrows and again gulped her bubbling fits.

"Haan!" she said casually.

"Par dadi, the couples cannot see each other before marriage right?"

"haan, woh to hai, but that is only after haldi", she tactfully corrected.

Dadi knew it very well that Arnav doesnot like samrat around Khushi. And what she witnessed few minutes back before she called out khushi's name, Arnav will go all the more possessive.

"ab chalo, I will ask Khushi to make haldi wala doodh for you. it will hell your wound faster".

"I don't want anything dadi", Arnav angrily said and got up. Leaving dadi behind he walked down to the living room where Khushi and samrat was talking.

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While descending he was trying to figure out where they were seated. He craned his neck to peep further but the decorations were not helping him to see beyond certain point.

He quickly took few more steps and got down from the staircase. He saw Khushi serving him some tomato juice, smiling.

He clutched his jaws gritted him eat when he saw samrat brushing is finger against hers in the process of grabbing the glass.

Taking few long steps Arnav stood right infront of them.

"hi! samrat, tum yahan?" he asked in a serious tone, devoid of any emotions.

Samrat whose concentration was on khushi's touch practically chocked his drink

"Cough! Cough!"

Samrat saw Khushi who stood glued to her place like a statue.

"COUGH! COUGH!" Khushi came back to her senses and quickly went inside to get him a glass of water.

In the meantime Arnav sat on the single sofa and asked samrat to be seated.

Khushi offered him the glass of water and glanced at Arnav once and looked down.

"thanks!"

Khushi gave a nervous smile to him and was about to leave when Arnav asked her angrily, "don't you know you are not supposed to meet each other before marriage?"

Khushi was awestuck. Since when her arnau started believing all these rituals?

She blinked her eyes few times.

"Arnav! Just relax dude, why you always ready to pound on her?"

"that's between me and her I guess samrat and I am not answerable to you".

"well, you might be her guardian and you have all the right to behave anyways you want to but please don't forget she is going to be Mrs Sehgal soon and I wont be liking much if you scold my wife in front of me. I know you know like he much and you treat her life an orphan".

"ENOUGH SAMMY!" before Arnav could react to his words, Khushi spoke.

"you have no right to talk to Mr Raizada like this".

"but Khushi, I have always seen her behaving so rudely with you".

"so what? He has all the right to talk to me anyways he want to. He is my'

"my'"

"your what?" samrat asked straight on her face.

Khushi's eyes welled up and she felt uncomfortable. She felt bad and bit her lips.

"family he is my family" she said wiping her tears secretly", giving him a hurtful look.

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Khushi was sitting with her coffee mug, adoring arnav's signature in it. She remember the day he officially became the MD of AR group she took his signature. And from that day she never let go of that mug.

Arnav never had any control over khushi's zid (stubborn attitude) and craziness when it came to him. She was capable of anything and everyone. At one point of time Arnav was really scared of her.

She gazed her engagement dress, which AR has designed and sighed.

She opened her packed suitcase and took out a red gown and brushed her fingers over the fabric.

She remembered how Arnav sent it to her when she told dadi that she will not be attending her farewell party because she did not have appropriate dress to wear.

Since then she thought that she is going to wear that outfit on her engagement.

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she sat on the stool near her dressing table and started doing her make up.

Her back was entirely exposed as she was combing her long hair bringing them to one side

"hi!"

she looked through her mirror.

His jaw dropped immediately seeing the drop dead gorgeous girl in front of him.

Stunning would be an understatement. He was loss of words seeing the lady in red.

Khushi felt a little uncomfortable, the way samrat was looking at her.

She immediately brushed her hair and made it cover her back. The dress indeed got a very deep back. It just covered till her waist. The entire back was open. There was a jacket to cover her arms and back. But as she was doing her make up she did not put it.

The movement she shifted her hair, a thin bunch of hair got stuck in her zip.

"OUCH!" she screamed in pain holding her hair.

Samrat quickly came to her and tried to help her but they both couldnot manage to open.

After sometime samrat lost his patience and said "lets chop it".

Khushi was shocked.

"Nahi sammy! I cannot chop my hair. I just love my hair and you know that".

"oh please Khushi we are already getting late now, cut this crap and tell me there is the session?"

Khushi bursted out in tears, "how can you ask me to cut my hair samrat?"

"oh Khushi come on, long hair looks tacky'out of fashion you know. I want my wife to look stylish and up to date".

"sammy'i'..i.love'.my hair".

"oh baby cant you do this much for me? Waise bhi it is not going to come out from the zip you have to chop it anyways".

"sam"

"you are not suppose to enter a woman's room when she is dressing up"

Khushi turned to see Arnav standing near the doo.

"she is my wife" samrat spatted.

"WOULD.BE WIFE Mr. Sehgal and these things are not allowed in this house. You can carry on with your romantic moments at your place not here".

"Now if you kindly atten your guest who are waiting for you downstairs, or you want me to attend them on your behalf? I am sure they will not like it right?"

Samrat left her hair and placed a quick kiss on her cheeks before leaving he said "fix this mess soon and come down".

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Arnav glared at Khushi seeing her top to bottom. Suddenly the anger that he had bottled up seeing samrat and Khushi together in the room whooshed.

Strolling towards her making her go stiff. He stood right in front of her.

This time he checked her out making her aware of the the fact that he is checking her out he said, "so you wanted to seduce your would-be-husband right? How cheap. Look Khushi kumari gupta we belong to a reputated family so please if you wish to expose so much then you better do that once you are'"

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There was a silence.

Stream of tears flowing down her cheeks, her pupil fixed on his eyes. "did he say that?" she thought.

"pehle mama papa ka khooni, aur ab he is calling me characterless?"

Few more minutes of silence she turned towards the mirror and bent to open the drawer.

After fiddling for few seconds she held the scissor.

Facing her back towards the mirror she looked at her back through the mirror and was about to cut her hair which got stuck in the zip.

Her faded vision

Her shaking hands

Was not letting her crop her hair. But her determination made her slid the scissor around the bunch of hair and in once go she tried to chop it.

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she heard a hissing sound made by Arnav.

Unable to bring herself to open her eyes and see her chopped hair she pressed her eyes more.

Arnav just stared at her all the while.

She opened her eyes and met with his. Slowly looking down she she turned to see the length. For a moment she just skipped that the scissor blades did not make a cropping sound. It felt like there was some obstruction.

she realized what she has done, her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes couldnot believe, her mind failed to register and unknownling she has hurt the person she loves the most.

Arnav put his hand in between the scissor blade to stop her from chopping her hair.

How could she let her chop it when he loved her hair the most?

"aaarrrnnn'"

"sssh!" he placed the other finger on her lips and pushed her hand on her back to flush her with him.

He looked through the mirror and shifted the lose hair at one side. He tried to release the hair, which got stuck. But he couldnot.

"I have to slid your zip a little down to release it" he said in a husky tone almost inside her ear, sending tingling sensation.

Khushi's hands gripped his suit on their own accord anticipating his touch on her skin.

The moment his warm finger touched her back she closed her eyes.

Arnav concentrated on the zip looking through the mirror. Khushi was breadthing heavily this time sending him tingling sensation. Her warm, uneven breathing around his nape was not helping him to concentrate. But still he managed to slid out the zip and release the

Slowly he removed her hand from the zip and made him turn towards him.

Their eyes met. His hand touched her bare back. She flinched in his touch.

He removed the hair that got stuck in the zip and added it to the bunch.

Gazing her bare back he pulled her zip up. Loocking it finally he touched her bare back with his knuckles.

Khushi gasped with she felt something liquid.

She immediately turned and took his hand in her hand. He was furiously bleeding now.

"Arnav!" she called his name in her painful voice.

"I am sorry" she chocked.

She ran towards her bedside drawer to get te first aid box.

"bhawgan jane kiski nazar lag gai hai tumko aaj, subha se you are getting hurt".

Wiping madly she held his left hand cleaned his wounds around starting of each finger. the scissor blades cut him just above his knuckles.

She bandaged his index finger and middle finger with leucoplast. The moment she touched his ring ringer she froze.

She looked back to him with questioning eyes'but he remained quite.

She took the leucoplast and bandaged his ring finger.

"Jab job hi hota hai manzore khuda hota hai" when god wants something to happen no one can stop that.

Just like Arnav, who unconsciously slid their khandani ring in her finger, Khushi did the same thing with the leucoplast. Whether any of them believes it or not but both got engaged to each other.

"YEH TO HONA HI THA"