Love Me Like You Do

Do you know what you want?

"I said, make me understand!" Khushi snapped. "Tell me, why did you keep my payal with you? Why didn't you return it till today? What does it all mean? And that..."

Arnav's eyes glinted with the same darkness she had seen multiple times in the last hour. She couldn't understand what was happening with him. And with her.

"That which happened... some time back."

"I said just leave me alone."

"I just..."

Arnav gripped her hands for the umpteenth time. He was angry at her. She could see it clearly. But underneath that, there was the darkness she couldn't comprehend.

Painstakingly she broke their eye contact and looked down.

In seconds, Arnav's grip loosened.

"Khushi..."

Khushi was scared of the emotion she heard in his voice. There was something so vulnerable when she looked up. He was looking at her as he had once looked before. Right before...

And suddenly the distance between them ceased. His hands were cupping her face, and his nose was touching hers. His lips touched hers, and Khushi automatically closed her eyes.

Arnav could not take it anymore. He needed to know how she felt against him.

It was a relief to pour out his emotions into her. As he continued to kiss her, he felt her lighten under his grasp. She was not kissing him back but wasn't pushing him away either. He wanted to stop but he needed this. He needed her to know why he had been acting weirdly. He needed her to understand the effect she had on him.

When he stopped and started to part, he heard her gasp. 

Khushi couldn't explain the havoc the butterflies were creating in her stomach as Arnav kissed her. He was moving softly, as if caressing each second they were together, binding her to him a little more every second.

Suddenly he stopped.

No no no. Why did he stop? Khushi thought. Because you didn't reciprocate, you stupid girl!

Her hands came up to his shoulders and held him.

"What the!"

She held his shoulders. Opening her eyes, she looked into his questioning ones before she initiated her kiss. With one hand, she pulled his head down and let the other crawl to his neck.

Their lips met again and this time her butterflies subsided.

Arnav couldn't believe it. She was kissing him. Khushi was kissing him. He reciprocated whole heartedly, and the intensity grew more.

Khushi's hands made their way to his hair.

Arnav placed one hand on her waist and Khushi gasped. He used the moment to deepen the kiss. His tongue broke into her mouth, exploring every crevice slowly.

Khushi was shocked to understand the intense feeling of want inside her. Arnav was teasing her slowly. She took time to fight his dominance, and soon both of them found a rhythm. Khushi didn't realize when Arnav had submitted. She wanted him so much, she let her tongue break into his space. The dance started again.

None of them wanted to stop feeling this magical moment.

Arnav couldn't take it anymore. He was losing control very badly. He wanted to rip the saree off Khushi and make her his. But his brain was still working somehow. If he took that step, it wouldn't do anyone any good.

He stopped kissing her. He wanted to just take her somewhere, vanish off the face of the earth.

Now Khushi started again. Her kiss was demanding. He could feel she wanted more. As he kissed her back, he realized one way to help at least one of them.

He broke the kiss. "Khushi."

She looked up. Her eyes said everything, but he couldn't be that way with her. Not right now. He carried her to his room and laid her down on the bed. He closed the door, then the windows. "Arnavji?"

"Khushi... do you trust me?"

She nodded. Her eyes spoke volumes. He need not have asked.

How long had he wanted this? Her? He took Khushi's hand and asked. "May I?"

Again, she nodded.

Arnav lifted her saree and Khushi shivered. She knew she wanted the physical intimacy, but it was scaring too.

His hands were caressing her inner thigh and her breath hitched. In one swift pull, she was dragged to align with the end of the bed, and in another her underwear was pulled down. She gasped.

Arnav created the perfect position for the job he wanted to do. He slowly patted her clit, before starting to rub it.

"Arnavji"

His name sounded heavenly when she whispered it. It was laced in want. Arnav entered one finger inside her and was rewarded with her gasp. He continued fingering and rubbing her.

"Arnavji... I... Ohhh... Aaaah... Arnavji..."

He slowed when he saw Khushi had started to enjoy it. Not so soon, my love.

Khushi had closed her eyes. It was uncomfortable at first but now it was amazing. She could not believe this feeling. Her hands were clutching the sheets. Arnav was on his knees, holding her feet apart and working on her for her pleasure. His fingers went in and out of her, sometimes two at a time.

She was unable to remember anything, except him. "Arnavji..."

"Khushi, open your eyes."

She opened her eyes to see him moving towards her. He scrunched up her saree. He was now hovering over her on her right side. His fingers were back at work and Khushi closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes", he commanded again.

Khushi opened her eyes and Arnav was lost in them for a second. Then, he started fingering her again, seeing his effect on her.

Her breath hitched. Her moans intensified. She was so wet, he truly wanted to fuck her. But he controlled. Closing his eyes, he pushed three fingers inside her.

"Aaah... Arnavji..."

He looked at her now. She would orgasm any second. He captured her lips and continued to fuck her with his fingers.

Khushi moaned into his mouth. She bit Arnav's lips. What was happening to her? It was painful but she didn't want it to stop.

"Fuck", Arnav murmured.

She continued to kiss Arnav. It was the only thing that made sense. Her whole body was trembling. The onslaught of the orgasm was a novelty for Khushi.

Arnav knew the moment Khushi came. His fingers felt it first, then his lips as Khushi stiffened and stopped kissing him. She collapsed on his bed completely.

Arnav pulled his fingers out. He turned his back to Khushi, unable to see her in the state anymore, and ran to the washroom.

Inside, he lifted his fingers glistening with her juices. He brought it to his lips and tasted his love.

***  

Khushi was exhausted. She had never felt this before. Slowly, she picked herself up and put herself together. When Arnav came out of the washroom she asked if she could use it. She went in and cleaned up her face. Half her makeup was washed away in sweat, anyway.

When she came out, she just wanted to hide. Arnav was on the phone with Lavanya.

"Yes Lavanya. I'll be back soon."

"I want to go home", Khushi said, her head hung low. What was she thinking? Arnav was with Lavanya. She had led herself on. Hadn't she known Arnav's stance on relationships, love and, above all, marriage?

Arnav was fearing what Khushi might say but her statement made things easier. At least for a little while. "Okay, I'll get my keys."

Khushi went to open the door.

"No." Arnav shouted.

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes.

"Lavanya thinks I went to drop you."

"Oh."

"We'll take the other route."

There's another route to the parking? Khushi thought.

Arnav led her through the poolside, up to the terrace. There, they took the stairs towards the main entrance. Arnav checked to see if the coast was clear and then hurried them outside.

Khushi felt extremely guilty. She was sneaking out of Shantivan like a thief, Arnav had lied to them, to Lavanya. She hadn't known Arnav to lie ever. If anyone from the family caught them like this, there would be so many questions.

Once inside the car, she felt a knot tighten in her stomach. They pulled out of the parking and started towards Laxminagar.

"Khushi I-"

"It's not all your fault"

"What?"

"It was not all you. I... I wanted it too. I'll stop coming to work from tomorrow. You are with Lavanya, and I can't-"

"Khushi stop!"

"But-"

"Khushi...." Arnav stopped the car. They were on the highway, so the road was completely empty on this Diwali night. "I... I have never been with Lavanya...."

-----------------------

#AN: (06-08-2021) Proofread and Republished

Much Love, Lovely Sharma