FF: 30 Days - Day 5
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Day 5
Arnav rubbed his eyes sleepily as he picked his phone off the bedside table. He'd had trouble getting to sleep last night as he'd watched the blood in Khushi's arm pool and collect marking her skin purple and blue. Arnav's eyes widened instantly as he saw the time and he rushed to get out of bed.
He stopped at the kitchen briefly to say bye to Khushi, who was cutting chopping something at the counter but he didn't wait to hear her response since he was already late for his meeting. Once he got to work Arnav finally had time to wonder, why hadn't Khushi woke him up or at least put his alarm on today?
Arnav pushed his food away in frustration. She hadn't rung him and neither had she answered her phone. Even his calls to the house had been fruitless. All he got was various servants repeating 'Khushi Bhabi's too busy to talk right now.'
Khushi stilled as she heard the front door slam, she fought the desire to look up and concentrated on the sarees in front of her. She heard Arnav storm past as she picked one out and passed it over to Di for her to examine.
'Chote? Where are you going? Aren't you going to eat?' Anjali called behind her brother before she looked at Khushi bewildered.
Khushi tried to feign a look of ignorance and shrugged her shoulders when Hari Prakash came into the living room.
'Chote Sahib says he doesn't want to eat Di. He says he's not hungry."
Khushi sighed and began to get up even before Anjali spoke. 'Khushi, go and see what's wrong please. You know he shouldn't skip meals.'
'Yes Di, I'll just come.'
Khushi walked in to the room to find Arnav lying on the bed flicking through a document angrily. He didn't look up when she came in and she put the tray down on the table loudly to get his attention.
'I don't want to eat,' Arnav said grimly and looked back at his file.
Khushi picked up the plate and went to sit next to him on the bed. She tore a piece of roti off, dipped it in the daal and held it towards him.
Arnav looked at her through narrowed eyes, 'so now you're bothered whether I eat or not? It didn't seem to matter to you at lunch time.'
Khushi sighed to herself and held her hand out more insistently.
'No, I don't want to eat.' Arnav put the file on the table and began to get up from the bed.
'Arnav, please.'
Arnav looked at the large pleading eyes that he could never refuse and sat back down and opened his mouth. When Khushi put the food in his mouth he made sure to close his lips over her fingers as well kissing her fingertips as she withdrew her hand.
She lifted her hand again with more food and Arnav asked 'Khushi, why are you ignoring me?'
She didn't reply but Arnav could read the look in her eyes that it should be obvious why she wasn't talking to him.
He continued to eat in silence, letting his lips trail over her fingers every time. The taste of Khushi's fingers and the fact that she wasn't stopping him had Arnav thinking that maybe saying sorry wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Khushi tried to ignore the feel of Arnav's sensuous mouth on her fingers as she fed him. The way he was looking at her wasn't helping either but she was adamant. She'd woken up this morning completely amazed at the sight of Arnav sleeping blissfully. She couldn't believe he hadn't even tried to hold her in the night, especially after she'd got her foot caught in the covers and fallen on the floor.
When she'd accidentally knocked her bruise in the shower causing more pain she'd decided she wasn't going to speak to him until he'd apologised. Her fingers had itched all afternoon to call him, check if he'd eaten, if he'd taken his medicines but she'd been strong and busied herself with work so she wouldn't call him in a moment of madness.
Khushi stood up with the empty plate and handed Arnav the glass of water before she turned to leave the room.
'Thank you, Khushi.'
The soft voice caused her to stop mid-step. The way he said her name so gently, so reminiscent of the way he whispered her name in her ear as they made love sent a shot of desire straight through Khushi and she could only be grateful that she wasn't facing him at the time. Arnav could always read the look in her eyes and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him. She cleared her throat, 'it doesn't change anything Arnav, I just don't want you to get ill because it'll be me that has to deal with you.'
In trying to conceal her desire from Arnav she'd been aiming for a flippant tone but her voice had come out strangled and more angry than she'd intended.
Arnav watched in disbelief as Khushi left the room.
Please note I retain sole ownership of all these works of fiction on this blog so please do not reproduce or alter my work and claim it as your own.
Day 5
Arnav rubbed his eyes sleepily as he picked his phone off the bedside table. He'd had trouble getting to sleep last night as he'd watched the blood in Khushi's arm pool and collect marking her skin purple and blue. Arnav's eyes widened instantly as he saw the time and he rushed to get out of bed.
He stopped at the kitchen briefly to say bye to Khushi, who was cutting chopping something at the counter but he didn't wait to hear her response since he was already late for his meeting. Once he got to work Arnav finally had time to wonder, why hadn't Khushi woke him up or at least put his alarm on today?
Arnav pushed his food away in frustration. She hadn't rung him and neither had she answered her phone. Even his calls to the house had been fruitless. All he got was various servants repeating 'Khushi Bhabi's too busy to talk right now.'
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Khushi stilled as she heard the front door slam, she fought the desire to look up and concentrated on the sarees in front of her. She heard Arnav storm past as she picked one out and passed it over to Di for her to examine.
'Chote? Where are you going? Aren't you going to eat?' Anjali called behind her brother before she looked at Khushi bewildered.
Khushi tried to feign a look of ignorance and shrugged her shoulders when Hari Prakash came into the living room.
'Chote Sahib says he doesn't want to eat Di. He says he's not hungry."
Khushi sighed and began to get up even before Anjali spoke. 'Khushi, go and see what's wrong please. You know he shouldn't skip meals.'
'Yes Di, I'll just come.'
Khushi walked in to the room to find Arnav lying on the bed flicking through a document angrily. He didn't look up when she came in and she put the tray down on the table loudly to get his attention.
'I don't want to eat,' Arnav said grimly and looked back at his file.
Khushi picked up the plate and went to sit next to him on the bed. She tore a piece of roti off, dipped it in the daal and held it towards him.
Arnav looked at her through narrowed eyes, 'so now you're bothered whether I eat or not? It didn't seem to matter to you at lunch time.'
Khushi sighed to herself and held her hand out more insistently.
'No, I don't want to eat.' Arnav put the file on the table and began to get up from the bed.
'Arnav, please.'
Arnav looked at the large pleading eyes that he could never refuse and sat back down and opened his mouth. When Khushi put the food in his mouth he made sure to close his lips over her fingers as well kissing her fingertips as she withdrew her hand.
She lifted her hand again with more food and Arnav asked 'Khushi, why are you ignoring me?'
She didn't reply but Arnav could read the look in her eyes that it should be obvious why she wasn't talking to him.
He continued to eat in silence, letting his lips trail over her fingers every time. The taste of Khushi's fingers and the fact that she wasn't stopping him had Arnav thinking that maybe saying sorry wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Khushi tried to ignore the feel of Arnav's sensuous mouth on her fingers as she fed him. The way he was looking at her wasn't helping either but she was adamant. She'd woken up this morning completely amazed at the sight of Arnav sleeping blissfully. She couldn't believe he hadn't even tried to hold her in the night, especially after she'd got her foot caught in the covers and fallen on the floor.
When she'd accidentally knocked her bruise in the shower causing more pain she'd decided she wasn't going to speak to him until he'd apologised. Her fingers had itched all afternoon to call him, check if he'd eaten, if he'd taken his medicines but she'd been strong and busied herself with work so she wouldn't call him in a moment of madness.
Khushi stood up with the empty plate and handed Arnav the glass of water before she turned to leave the room.
'Thank you, Khushi.'
The soft voice caused her to stop mid-step. The way he said her name so gently, so reminiscent of the way he whispered her name in her ear as they made love sent a shot of desire straight through Khushi and she could only be grateful that she wasn't facing him at the time. Arnav could always read the look in her eyes and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him. She cleared her throat, 'it doesn't change anything Arnav, I just don't want you to get ill because it'll be me that has to deal with you.'
In trying to conceal her desire from Arnav she'd been aiming for a flippant tone but her voice had come out strangled and more angry than she'd intended.
Arnav watched in disbelief as Khushi left the room.
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