Head over Heels

Chapter 9 - Arnav

🎶Aise Na Mujhe Tum Dekho - Wajah Tum Ho

Relief, the emotion so pure and sweet to Arnav's senses, coursed through his veins. It was like a shroud of mystery had been unveiled. His meaningless troubles for the past two weeks seemed laughable in the light of his recent discovery.

Khushi cares.

The realization almost made him dizzy. Her desperate pleas to keep him close nearly undid him tonight. He thanked the fates that he so strongly evaded, for delivering this absolute goddess to his doorstep.

Arnav had come to comprehend his feelings the moment he had entered the Gupta ménage. He couldn't thank his cousin enough for choosing this woman's sister to form a lifelong union. Unbeknownst to his brother, another thread of destiny had quietly woven itself within the same household.

Khushi glared up at him, her perfect form fit seamlessly in his arms, like it was pre-written by some higher power.

"Do I have your word, Khushi? All I'm asking is that we talk."

He watched as Khushi relaxed to an extent, her eyes were like an open book - vast in its depths - the hazel tones devastating to his senses.

Arnav stepped away, dropping his arms. He wanted nothing more than to rip off the damn dupatta and bury his face in her neck, while he repeatedly took her against any available surface, her delicious moans of desire ringing in his ears.

Khushi gazed back at him calculatedly, her jaw working as her motive became clear in those crystal orbs. She flipped around and ran to the door, Arnav's predatory instincts kicked in at the challenge. He was on her like a bird of prey before she could grab the door handle.

His arm coiled her waist and spun her around, he hooked his other arm under her knees and easily hoisted her up. She struggled, pulling on his collar, legs kicking in the air.

Her kittenish fury almost rivaled the poor cat they had encountered in the mountains. His lips twitched, she was so infuriatingly cute.

Arnav dropped onto the couch, perching her on his lap. She froze, surprised at this new seating arrangement. He leaned back and gazed calmly up at her face, in complete contrast to the murderous glare he received.

"I will take you back home, I promise. But before that you must do me the honor of listening to what I have to say. It's a request."

Khushi pointedly glanced at his arms still holding her tight. She retorted, "Doesn't sound like a request to me."

"Fine," he said, withdrawing his hands and casually placed them on the backrest. Her eyes shifted to the door involuntarily.

"You do that again, and I'll bring you right back, and I'll be much less graceful about it."

His eyes roved over her figure, lingering on the most curvaceous aspects of her body. She blushed, her cheeks bloomed ruby red - the sight enthralling him to no end.

Khushi folded her arms and resolutely looked away. The movement made her lose her balance, she grabbed his jacket to steady herself.

"How very clumsy," he whispered, capturing her cheek in his hand. She drew a ragged breath as he leaned his face close to hers, skimming his nose against her jaw, drinking in her scent. She shifted to lean into him subconsciously, he groaned inwardly as he felt himself harden against her thigh.

With tremendous effort, Arnav broke away. He caught her slight form and deposited her on the couch. He got to his feet, discarding his tie and took off his jacket.

Khushi gasped, her eyes losing focus as she gazed at his chest. He glanced down his front, the top four buttons had been ripped clean off, including the first clasp of his waistcoat. A very small, almost minute part of his mind bid farewell to his once perfect burgundy shirt.