Why can't I hate you ~Arshi FF

8. Crunchy affair

Arnav stepped in the living room to a BuaJi and SankaDevi spat where Buaji was heard listing all of Khushi's names in one go -

"SankaDevi hatoo, pehle humka nahaye ka hai.. bahut kaam hai NandKishore. Sajawat wale fir eehan kabahu aaye sakat hain [SankaDevi give way, I need to bathe first.. have loads of work. The decoration guys will be coming here anytime]." shoving Khushi out of the way to the bathroom. 

"Buaji lekin hume bhi to jaldi nahana hai [BuaJi but I have to bathe first too]", Khushi followed her blocking Buaji once again.

"Hain!! Parmesuari tumka bhoolan ki bimari bhi hai ka.. abhi to nahayi hau [What!! Parmeshwari do you have amnesia? You have already bathed]", Buaji harrumphed hitting her lightly on the head.

"Ouch", exclaimed Khushi rubbing her head and whiningly asked "Hum kab nahaye Buaji [When did I even..]".

"To fir rangbirangi titaliya k jaise taiyar kahe khadi ho.. kal to tum ee pehin ke nahi soye rahi [Why are you all dressed up then..you were not wearing these when you slept]?", brow-furrowed Buaji asked incredulously thinking she is out to play her too like she did to Arnav Bitwa not too long ago.

She stammered through a lame explanation that the bathroom rack gets filled with clothes, so she thought of going in wearing fresh clothes only.

Being used to her sanka mind, Buaji didn't bother too much with Khushi and went on her now-cleared way.

What Buaji didn't notice was Khushi's state...her ears hot, face flushed, embarrassed. Her mind buzzed hearing the question. Just then Arnav's smirking face entered her view and she looked at him accusingly, her heartbeat thumping louder.

***

Last night when Arnav's hand had sneaked into her Kurta from behind, trying to hold the swell of her in his hands, he was interrupted by the unyielding fabric blocking his way. Already tired from their earlier heated session, Arnav had impatiently ripped her Kameez and when she protested he just held her in place grabbing even tighter and slept comfortably. This had become his favorite sleeping posture - spooning Khushi, her head on his biceps turned away from him, his nose in her hair breathing in her calming scent, his lower arm encasing her shoulders, upper arm hugging her close, hand resting inside her kurta cupping her breasts and his thighs entrapping her legs.

Khushi had surmised that he does this "Kyuki inhe dar hai hum kahin bhag na jaye [because he is scared that I will run away somewhere]". In a way...it was true..Arnav is trying to hold these moments as long as he could.

***

Presently, finding no one around, Arnav steps closer to her in measured, predatory strides assessing her expressions. He has come to know of his effects on her well and just can't resist himself enjoying her haggard state. She has entrapped herself once again between a rock and a hard place (that being Arnav..ahem) stepping backwards to the wall to each forward step of his. Arnav dips his head near her ear and whispers "Khushi..tum theek ho [are you okay]?" 

Khushi can only nod her head, voiceless finding him so close.

When he dips his head even further she tries to protest meekly "A-Arnavji Buaji aa jayengi [A-Arnavji Buaji will come]".

"Aane do [Let her]" and Arnav kisses her nape without a care.

"Am-Amma aa jayengi [Am-Amma will come]", Khushi stammers again, lost.

 Arnav likes to see her on edge. "Aane do [Let her]", he replies hoarsely, now quite affected himself. He dips his head again on the other side of her neck sucking hard, hands pushing up the fabric from the sides, clutching her waist, making her sway.