ArShi FF : Intrigued [ONSII] (Under Construction) ✔️

Chap 28 : We Talk

Khushi was trying to calm herself pressing her les together, while he caressed her back.

Her cheeks flushed on his heart, his hand in between her silky hair, his back pressed against her hand, he body flushed with his.

After a minute or door, her tears started rolling down her cheeks, her lips quivered, her nose sniffed. She opened her lips to intake some air. She kept on pressing herself on him.

"Khushi!"

"Arnav ji, please listen to me".

He kissed in between her hair and whispered "I am listening, what happened?" he asked in a concerned tone.

She broke the hug and looked at him, she cupped his face and looked at his lips which were swollen.

She again looked at his eyes shyly and said "rohit ji......"

"he doenot deserve your respect Khushi, stop behaving like a bichari".

Khushi gulped her tears and started tellinh him what has happened.

The more she said, the madder he became.

"why did not you tell me that day when I have asked you?"

"I was scared Arnav ji".

"Scared of what Khushi? You know you can tell me anything right?"

Khushi raised her eyes and looked at him and nodded positively.

He cupped her face "then why did not you tell me?"

He saw some more tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"You are suspecting me Arnav ji?" she said in a sad tone.

He pulled her towards him holding her cheeks and kissed her.

Lingering his thumb on her soft yet warm cheeks he said, "If I would have suspected you then I would not have been sitting here missing my flight and talking to you Khushi".

"I trust you".

A simple line had so much effect at that point of time, she sobbed harder and harder before she hugged him tightly and kissed him on his chest.

For a moment he was a little surprised but later he embraced her taking her entirely in his arms.

She looked at him still embracing, stealing glances at his lips and gulping feeling the closeness.

He too looked at her and her parted lips.

Raising his hand he touched her lips with his finger, lingering for sometime he leaned admiring her lips.

Khushi closed her eyes when his finger touched her lips, she quivered her lips, brushing her lips slowly on his finger.

He gulped again when she did that, he knew it very well that he was again losing all his senses, passion, desire taking over his mind.

His Khushi was in hi arms, all surrendered to him. What is it that only she was able to attracted him everytime? What is it that he never got bored with her? It is not that she was expert in all these. Arnav singh Raizada spend nights with much more experienced girls, but they could never leave a mark on him. But his Khushi was different, his Khushi was like a newly wedded wife, his Khushi was untouched.

"Untouched".

The word hit his head. He looked at her carefully. "Untouched".

A simple word but yet again a huge effect it had on him.