FF: 30 Days - Day 15

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Day 15

Arnav kept his eyes closed as he relished the feel of her soft lips against his. He put his arms on her waist rolling them both over onto her pillow so he was on top. He had actually been looking forward to making Khushi wait the whole month and then punish her appropriately but if she was ready to give in he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

Khushi had her hands around Arnav's neck and she tugged lightly at his hair as they continued to kiss. They came apart reluctantly after a few minutes desperate for air and Khushi watched as Arnav slowly smirked while looking down at her.

'Ugh,' Khushi pushed at Arnav's chest but he held onto her arm and moved it to rest above her head. 'Stop looking so smug Arnav, it's not a very attractive quality you know.'

Arnav grinned and held her wrist tighter, 'why shouldn't I be smug? I won. Although I didn't think you were a quitter Khushi.'

'What? What do you mean you've won? And I'm not a quitter!'

'I think the facts speak for themselves. Did you or did you not just kiss me right now?'

'I.. well yes but..'

'But what Khushi?'

'But that doesn't mean I give up! I just you know, I just realised you were right.'

Arnav rolled back onto his own pillow taking Khushi with him so she was now lying on his chest, 'I'm always right Khushi. But what exactly was I right about this time?'

Khushi smiled at Arnav before she lay her head down on his chest and held his outstretched hand in hers. 'We did kiss before our wedding so I guess it wouldn't be that bad if we kissed now you know.' She felt rather than heard his chuckle as his chest shook slightly beneath her ear and she instantly lifted her head in indignation. 'Are you saying you don't want to kiss me?'

Arnav held her chin in his hand as he answered her question wordlessly.

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Khushi giggled as Arnav stepped away from her in frustration. He'd sent Hari Prakash into the dining room with some excuse and had been about to kiss her when Om Prakash entered the kitchen.

'Okay Khushi, I'm going to work now,' he tilted his head in the direction of the door indicating she should follow and Khushi smiled to herself, wiping her wet hands on a towel before following him out.

Arnav stopped by the door and tapped his foot impatiently as Khushi came into the hallway slowly. He grabbed her by the waist as soon as she was within his reach and pulled her flush up against him. 'Couldn't you walk any slower?' He didn't give her a chance to answer lowering his head to hers when he felt her shove heavily at his chest and step backwards. 'What the...'

Khushi indicated for Arnav to turn around before looked down in embarrassment although she knew Mamaji hadn't seen anything.

'Arnav, there you are. I was thinking we could go to the office together, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.'

'Oh yes Mamaji, of course.' He narrowed his eyes and gave Khushi a resentful look before he followed Mamji out of the door as Khushi stuck her tongue out to his retreating back.

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Arnav noted all of his family members sitting in the living room discussing wedding plans as he came back from work and Khushi got up as soon as she saw him, to get his dinner most likely. 'Di can you tell Khushi to bring my food to my room please? I have a lot of work to do.'

He saw her stop on her way to the kitchen and turn to look at him with her eyebrows raised. He raised his own back at her to show her that her suspicion was indeed correct.

He waited again impatiently, this time pacing the room, the door was ajar slightly and as soon as he heard footsteps he rushed forward to open it fully with a wide grin before his face fell. 'Where's Khushi?'

Om Prakash's hands began to shake with the tray he was holding as Arnav's gaze bore down on him shooting daggers as if he had personally stopped Khushiji from coming. 'Erm... she's busy and... erm Naniji wanted to ask... Naniji asked me to bring this so she could talk to Khushiji...so I...'

Arnav snatched the tray roughly from Om Prakash's hand causing some of the water in the glass to spill over and slammed the door in his face.

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Khushi leaned over to look at Arnav who had his eyes closed facing away from her but the harsh set of his jaw and clenched teeth told her he wasn't asleep. When he was actually asleep his face took on a softer quality, more ethereal. She got into her side of the bed and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into semi darkness with only the light from the poolside illuminating the room. She counted in her head making a little bet to herself that she wouldn't reach 20.


...12, 13, 14

His hand went around her waist in a vicelike grip and pulled her forcefully back up against his body before he cruelly bit into the nape of her neck making her cry out in pain. He pushed her shoulder down so she was now lying flat on the bed. 'That's less than you deserve Khushi! Where have you been all evening?'

'How could I come Arnav,' she said as he bent his head down to lick and soothe the mark he had made. 'Nani and Di and even Mami kept calling me for one thing after another. There's a wedding in the house. You know how much time that takes up.'

'Oh right, so Akash's wedding is more important than me? Why did you even say we could kiss then if you weren't planning to let me?'

She stifled a laugh at the sight of his pout, 'no of course Akash's wedding isn't more important that you. But... my Jiji's wedding is most definitely more important than you!'

'Khushi!'

'Arnav,' she said mimicking his tone although she didn't have an opportunity to say anything else as he silenced her again.