Fear of Falling in Love (Completed)✔️

57 Beautiful Tune

Part 57 Beautiful TUNE

Arnav looked at her saree pallu and then at Khushi. The feeling he was suffering from was not only about SEX. It was because the girl in front of him was KHUSHI... the only girl who had a place in his heart... a very special place... who broke the hard shield of his heart. She had kept on doing that and still doing that...

He won't get the same feelings for anyone who wears RED. It was Khushi's magic that made him senseless. If he were senseless, he had to lose his senses, right?

Arnav started taking steps forward... and Khushi sensed it. She thought he would help her to take the pallu off the closet door, but Arnav came to Khushi and slid his hands around her bare waist, passing a thousand-watt current in her. Khushi closed her eyes, biting her lip, and could not stand the havoc. Arnav pulled her onto his chest, making her lean her back on him. He caressed her neck with his lips from behind, which was the least expected. Khushi could not believe that she was in Arnav's arms.

She could feel how much he had been harassed. His passionate love looked promising, and he had no idea of backing off. Something sparkled in her mind. She thought only she should put effort into taking their relationship to the next level. But, it was getting reversed now. It seemed she didn't have to put in any effort. Arnav Singh Raizada himself was getting trapped in his own web. She didn't think she would get a better chance than this to imprison him in her heart. She might not get another chance if she stopped him. She looked at his face. She didn't think he could be stopped. It would surely hurt his ego if she stopped him. She didn't want to do that, though. Let's see what Arnav Singh Raizada would do.

As she didn't imagine, Arnav pulled her saree from her hip and picked her up in his arms. He walked to the bed. Khushi realised it wouldn't be as easy as she had thought. She felt a shiver in her blood cells when he put her on the bed and looked at her as if he saw a woman for the first time in his life. Still, Khushi was crossing her hands over her chest. Arnav leaned toward her, making her close her eyes. He planted the first-ever kiss of his life on her forehead. Khushi looked at him, panting hard. Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckle. He touched her bravely to cross the limits of love. He leaned on her chest to hear her heartbeat, which beat loudly due to his closeness. It drove him crazier than before.

There are two kinds of confessions. One is using words and the other is using actions. The truth is, action speaks louder than words. That was what was happening here. He touched her... kissed her... sucked her delicate flesh... he was even ready to be nude in front of her. It was not easy to be nude in front of someone. It was a life-altering moment. No genuine person can do that if they don't like the person in front of them. Arnav wanted to get the same from Khushi. he wanted to see her wholly. Neither was there hesitation for him to enter into her personal space, nor was there a reluctance to touch her private parts. It was purely out of love. Damn, that man didn't say it through words. Not that he didn't want to... it was because he himself was not sure of his feelings. But now, he was confessing his love through an action called lovemaking.

How did he get such courage? It was because, deep down in his heart, he accepted Khushi as his wife. Otherwise, how could he dare to go to this extent? Extend? Which extends? Let's see...

Arnav brushed her lip with his. After that, his lips didn't delay tasting her lip. That deep kiss was enough to devastate him. His lost sense made him lose his patience. His nerves could be blasted at any time due to overpressure. He hurried his actions to cool down his nerves.

He liked to see her quivering lips and panting figure. As they came out of the uncomfortable zone, Arnav took a daring step towards the pleasure of seeing her shivering lips. Khushi clutched his shoulder, biting her shivering lip. 

"Arnavvvvjjjiiii", Khushi's utterance reminded him of the nightmare.

He learned what she had seen in her dream. 

He came over to her, letting his bare skin touch hers. His upper body felt her femaleness that collapsed him. He hugged him, letting their hot breath mingle. His wet kisses soaked her face. Her intoxicating body made him crazy. That urged him to commit a mistake. They looked restless, like they were in a wild storm.

Arnav Singh Raizada was losing his address. Nothing was in his control. What could he do when he fell in love with her? No one knew when the love of one's heart would come out. He wanted to quench his thirst with her moist lips. Her fire-like body and flame-like breath were roasting him mercilessly. His eyes were saying what his lips were not... Neither he would sleep nor would he let her sleep that night, but would make love for the whole night.

The new sensation he was getting from her swallowing him completely. There was no second thought for Arnav to delay the process of breaking the wall of pleasure to taste the best pleasure in the world. He licked the teardrop that ran from the corner of her eye. He waited to give her time to craft herself. He saw her calming down. He slowly started the slithering process, looking at her. Though it didn't slither, as that was the first time for both of them, the feeling it developed in them made their mind slither. Khushi bit her lip, living in a dizzy world. Arnav closed his eyes, sensing an erratic pulsation running in his veins. That demanded him to quicken his effort, and he did.

"Arrrr...navvvv...jiiiiii" was the best ever rhythm he had ever heard. It poured honey into his ears.

Everything has its end... so was their consummation. It came to an end when they hit their heights. The hardest breath of them remained even after the finishing point of their oneness.

This was it... Khushi wanted to see what Arnav would do now. She was looking at him, controlling her excitement, but Arnav avoided looking at her, which made her smile inwardly. Somewhat, she expected it. She understood that the music director came out of the recording theatre as he completed composing the TUNE.

Arnav lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and pulled the quilt to cover himself without opening them. Understanding his intention, Khushi got close to him and hugged him. At the same time, Arnav covered them with the quilt. Arnav got stuck for a while, and Khushi rested her head on his chest, not minding about the TUNE that was playing in his heart.

To be continued...