Note:
First of all, Thank you so much for the response. I appreciate you taking the time and reading this work.
I myself am shocked as to how i could update so soon. But considering my joblessness at the moment, i did so. However I may not be able to update until the end of April. Apologies. So here goes Part 2.
P.S.: Sorry for not being able to PM
Part Two
"Aakash"
Mrs Sachdev called out, and being the gentleman that he was, Aakash held the
middle-aged lady's hand and kissed it. Her blush proved that age was just a
number for the Raizada men. Not to mention that all married women as well as
spinsters had their eyes on the two handsome Raizada men. "Aakash, aren't you
adorable" she said as she gently pulled her hand from his, to which he returned
his charming smile. Arnav, of course, rolled his eyes and resumed his task of
mentally noting Khushi's features.
Not
bad. In fact, she's really good' Arnav thought to himself as he burned her
image on his mind. Her silky waist length hair that lay neatly on one shoulder,
her flawless fair skin, her green eyes that shone like emerald, her wide smile enclosing
her white pearly teeth that would put any model in the toothpaste advertisement
to shame, her deep dimples on the either side of her cheek. Simply
captivating'. The skin on her shoulders and her bare back which was visible,
thanks to the low cut on the back, was smooth like the finest white chocolate.
She had her right hand clasped in her left one, and Arnav smiled imaging how
those arms would feel around him. Then his eyes grew darker as his eyes found new
places to explore. She had a sizzling body. Her spaghetti strapped dress was
modest enough to cover up her chest, but it fitted her well enough to seem like
second skin on her. Her breasts were perfectly shaped. Arnav looked at his
right palm and imagined the feel of her mounds in it. It would fill his hands
perfectly. He returned his gaze on her and studied the rest of her features.
She had a slender waist that swelled into perfect round hips. Her right leg was
visible through the slit of her gown that passed above her knee and stopped at
her mid-thigh. Those legs of hers were mouth watering and gave him all sorts of
ideas that he wouldn't dare to say in public. They were definitely the legs of
a model, long, firm, smooth and perfectly shaped. Images of her wreathing under
him, moaning and panting his name, while he rocked her in bed as her legs
wrapped round him flooded his head. He couldn't afford to think more, or else
the evidence of his thoughts would be straining against his trousers.
Mrs
Sachdev's voice snapped him out of his corrupt thoughts, and he had to look
away from Khushi to listen to what she was saying. "But why Aakash? Both of you
are very handsome and are rotting
rich. You could get any girl. And yet, you are not interested in marriage?"
Arnav looked at Aakash's pained expression and winced inwardly. Marriage was
not an open topic for discussion in Aakash's life and Arnav knew it better. It
was seven years back when that gold digger broke Aakash's heart and he had
still not gotten over it. Meaningless relationships and one night stands were
just a way to get out of those memories for him, but he still hadn't gotten
over her. Hell, Aakash had even bought a huge diamond ring for her fingers and
planned to propose her for marriage, and she went away without saying anything.
It seemed like it was only money that mattered to her and she din't want any
strings of relationships to tie her down. Looking at Aakash, Arnav had decided
not to love anyone. "Mrs Sachdev, if and when we have wedding bells ringing, we'd
make sure you're invited" Arnav spoke as his jaws tightened. He instantly
disliked that woman, for she brought up a sensitive topic, and it took Aakash's
memories seven years back in time. Mrs. Sachdev forced a smile, and hurried
away like a mouse. "I need a drink. I'll be back" Aakash said to Arnav, and
walked towards the bar. Translation of that statement: Leave me alone for some time.
In
the meanwhile, Khushi had been studying Arnav's body. He was about 6 feet
three, and his entire being screamed masculinity. Her eyes guided down his
tuxedo clad frame. She could tell he was broad-chested with the way the shirt
strained against his chest. He did not look like he had a single ounce of fat
anywhere on his body. Calm and composed, he stood with his left hand shoved
into the pocket of his trousers, and the wine glass in his right. The button of
his suit was open, and Khushi could see how perfectly his clothes hung on him.
He seemed too delicious to bite. What she wouldn't give to run her hands on the
bare skin of his abs, and maybe below. Much below. And as though listening to
her thoughts, Arnav suddenly flicked his glance towards her and gave her one of
his devastating grin. Damn. Khushi
thought that she would seep into the ground. She turned scarlet as though she
was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. She turned around and walked
away from him, covering her blush. Unknown to her, Arnav watched her hourglass
figure and surveyed her backside, as she swayed her hips and walked away.
Impressive. Very, very impressive' he murmured and he continued to feast on
the wine.
Arnav had
picked up his third glass of wine and sipped on it, when Mr. Gupta walked to
him, with his pretty daughter, Khushi. "Mr. Arnav Raizada" they shook hands for
the second time. "You must have met Khushi, my daughter" Arnav looked at her
into her deep eyes, and Khushi let out a gasp from her mouth. It was like he
was trying to read her soul. Her parted lips gave him ravishing ideas. Her lips
on his body. All over it. Hell, her father was in front of him, and Arnav
thoughts were about ravishing his daughter. Shaking his mind from it, he spoke
up, his eyes barely leaving Khushi's eyes. "Yes Mr. Gupta. I met her earlier
when I just reached the party." Mr. Gupta grinned cordially, not noticing the
exchange of heated glances between the two. "I needed a favour from you Arnav"
Arnav cocked his brows in question. It was very rare that business associates
addressed him by his first name, without formalities. Arnav had that image
about himself. People always preferred associating with his elder brother,
Aakash, who was friendlier and more patient than Arnav.
"It's
about my daughter" Arnav stopped his wine glass mid-way to his mouth and stared
at Mr. Gupta. In a second, he resumed his posture. "She's in her final year of
college and her final semester begins in on Monday. It's about her internship.
I could have set her up at my company, but she is too proud to work with her
dad" Mr. Gupta said in amusement, as Khushi frowned at him. "So I was just
wondering if she could work under your guidance at your firm?" And turning
towards Khushi, he said "Why don't you tell him yourself, while I attend the
others? Hope its okay with you Mr. Raizada" Arnav just raised his glass in
response and pursed his lips in a smile, after which Mr. Gupta walked away,
leaving the two together.
"Ummm,
what Dad said wasn't really right" Khushi said avoiding looking at him. When
she did not hear him respond, she craned her neck to look at him, only to find
that his eyes were staring at her. Those
eyes. Damn. Quickly averting her eyes, she said "It's not like I would not
love to work with Dad. But I need an exposure to the Industry. Working with Dad
would not give me such an experience because no matter what, the staff would
always treat me like their boss's daughter. I need to work in a place where I
would be treated like a normal intern, a regular employee. So Mr. Raizada, I
was thinking if, maybe, I could work for six months as an intern, it would
really help. Moreover, having a work experience with the Raizada's would fetch
me a job anywhere" All the while, Arnav just stared at her, soaking every word
in his ears. Khushi wasn't sure about his response. And before she was more
embarrassed, she turned away, only to hear Arnav call her name.
"Why
job? You're decently rich. Why would you work?" Khushi's eyes shone as she told
him that she wanted to be independent and stand on her own feet. "I know Dad
has worked hard to put up all of this" she said as she waved her hand around
the surrounding they were standing in. "But I want to be known more than Mr.
Gupta's daughter. I want to make my own identity. To be known as Khushi Gupta."
Realizing she spoke too much in one breath, she looked at Arnav, to find him
staring at her. She couldn't read his expression. It was masked with blankness.
A few seconds later, he said, with an amused smile, "See me on Monday at 9am. I
do not like late comers" Khushi grinned and thanked him. Then she ran towards
her Dad to tell him that she had convinced Mr. Raizada for the internship at
his office. Meanwhile, Arnav had other thoughts as he watched her. "How on
God's green earth am I going to keep my hands off her? I hope I did not make a
mistake" He straightened himself and gulped the rest of his wine down his
throat and relished the warm burn in his chest . Hell, he was going to need self
control. A lot.
The
dinner was smooth. Everyone cheered as Khushi cut the cake and fed it to all
her near ones. Arnav and Aakash mingled with the other business associates to
keep chatting on topics about work. Mr. Gupta and the Raizadas were official
business partners, as they signed the deal and shook hands in congratulations.
After greeting all, they walked towards the car to leave the venue. Arnav
turned back to look at Khushi. Khushi's eyes found Arnav's and they stared.
Something happened. There was some spark between them, that both din't
understand. Arnav brushed the thought aside. Who the hell had time for teenage
puppy love? He frowned at sat inside his spacious vehicle. He would go home,
and call one of his previous women to satisfy him in bed. After all, he needed
a release. Specially after looking at that emerald eyed goddess. Damn! She is distracting!
Deep
in the night, Khushi felt his fingers on her bare skin of her tummy. Her satin
shirt had been pulled up, right below her breasts and those long fingers were
circling her navel. Khushi shut her eyes in pleasure. A rough hand toyed her
well-endowed bosoms, circling her pert tip. She felt his hands tighten on her
breast, and his fingers crawled down, sliding the band of her pink pajamas. She
felt her insides melt like butter, and his fingers touched her wetness. She bit
her bottom lip to scream from pleasure. She wanted more. She wanted him inside
of her. She opened her mouth to gasp when she felt his fingers slide inside her
slick spot. She opened her eyes, and saw those dreadful pale green eyes on her,
moaning her name in whispers "Khushiii"
Khushi sat up straight. No one was in her room. She pinched herself. It was a
dream. A hot, sexy, erotic, wet dream. "Oh
gosh. What is happening to me? Why is he affecting me this bad?" She threw her
head in her hands, as her fingers ran threw her hair. "I hope it's not a
mistake working with him" her eyes grew wide. How was she supposed to behave
herself, when his one glance affected her in the sleep? Hell, he tortured her
in her dreams. A sweet torture. Oh how
nice if it turned out true. Khushi cursed herself. "Khushi, get your mind
out of the gutter for heaven's sake and get some sleep. You're dreaming because
you happened to stare at him all evening. Your mind is playing tricks. You have
been saving yourself for the man you marry. Stop thinking so promiscuously" She
got up, went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face and lied
down on the bed. Sleep overcame her soon, as she was dead tired. But Arnav did torture her quite many times in her
dreams, throughout the night.