Happy Khushi

Chapter 11

Khushi looked at Anjali who was explaining the dress to her while helping her wear the dress. The dress was red, the most beautiful bridal red.

Khushi looked at herself in the mirror as she felt her heart sing.

As the red covered her,
A piece of melody settled in,
So deep in love she is,
As red as rose blooming in,
A thought enchanted her,
As she stood to peek in,
She saw the red she was,
Trapped in love within...

Khushi wondered why she thought of these lines when Anjali smiled at someone and she too turned to look.

Arnav stood at the door with his eyes unmoving and intense locked on her. She felt like his favorite food, ready to be devoured.

Khushi calmed down as she saw Anjali with her. Her shield to protect —

Anjali smiled at her brother and khushi before moving out of the room on her quick steps. Please God, let something happen!

Khushi looked at the traitor who ran on the quick steps and felt her inside shook when she noticed how her predator took little steps towards her. Her legs felt jammed, jelly-jammed.

She flustered as his eyes took her in, his eyes caressing onto her bare arms and waist. The twinkle in them increased as she was decked in his favorite color. His own fury of red.

She wondered why never felt him to be so dangerous because today he looked like a wolf and she, the rabbit. She moved a little step back when she froze as she knew moving back would only make him feel overpowered.

She stood as her eyes locked with his and his hand touched her cheeks. A little caress. A little more.

His eyes and hands had her shed all her control. His hand on her cheek sent all her senses haywire. He wasn't really touching her but it felt like he was, his hand hovered over her cheek but it never truly came in contact or it did. She wanted to control and know if it touched or not.

She felt him closing in on her and she looked at his neck as he gulped and his adam apple moved. He was nervous and maybe a little more nervous than her.

Her eyes shined and her hand touched his on her cheek. She closed her eyes and caressed his hand and felt his sharp intake. She has the same power over him like he had on her.

Her hand glided and her eyes opened to look at him straight as her hand touched his cheek too. They both were close and eyes stared at each other with every intention that felt right to them.

"Arnav," Arnav and khushi froze as they heard Devyani calling for him and he laid his head on her shoulder while his breathing calmed a little.

"You are mine."

He moved towards the door as the words left his mouth while his hand still feeling her touch and his mouth dry with need. He was so thirsty.

He turned towards her once when he saw her looking like a rose that has just bloomed. Her eyes shone with need, hands curled in resistance, face so open. She was the perfect example of seduction and to him a siren. She just has to look at him once and he will lay his life down for her.

She was the shore to his ocean...

Arnav calmed down as he reached his Nani who looked at him and smiled. Devyani Raizada noticed the little tremors and light sighs understanding the young heart of her grandson and readying herself to see just how long this grandson of her would hold on to himself.

She has never noticed the caged desire of her grandson who never smiled much less a laugh. He has been changing a bit too much in these last months as he smiled a little more and laughed too, at one occasion or two.

She looked at her grandson and told him what she wanted to. "Mr. Verma called and asked about you. I guess you finally threw his daughter out."

Arnav sighed and pressed his forehead. Mr. Verma was one man dead pressed on marrying his very covered in kilos of makeup daughter to the fashion King and bachelor. He is also an investor of one of his company but it seems he has to cut the man loose.

He already has someone who will become his in some days. "I'll handle, you don't have to pick his phone anymore, Nani."

Devyani nodded and left him to think of a solution as he took his phone and called Aman.

Khushi looked at Anjali who was fleeting around her trying to talk to her but she glared and ignored her.

"Khushi, Mami was calling me. I left to go to her only." Anjali lied conveniently when khushi glanced at her. "Mami isn't home, she will come back after 5."

Anjali bit her tongue and looked at khushi and said "okay, but it was just bhai and you both know each other, what happened that made you so angry at me? Did something... happen?"

Anjali was keen on testing water and khushi turned red and didn't spoke anymore at all. She made sure to focus on cooking and ignore the traitor.

Anjali sighed and faintly smiled. For bhai, she has to bear this.

She looked at Khushi and then at the bread and forwarded her hand to take one piece when khushi slapped her hand away from bread and put bread a little far from her read.

Anjali pouted and left to brood over the lose of her cashew bread.