Part 3

Khushi sat in his lap silent, feeling his warm breath on her neck and her breathing accelerating. Her eyes scanned his. Did he have to look so irresistible?! What did he want from her and how was she going to get out of this mess.

"Khushi open the door now." Payal slammed on the door.

"Coming jiji."

"You are going to let her in?" Arnav whispered, not stopping his assault on her senses.

Khushi closed her eyes to focus herself. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Possibly right. The way I see it, no choice at all. But then Khushi, should you be affected by that? Afterall, koi farak nai padta." His eyes danced with pure mischief as his hands carefully pulled her long hair away from her right shoulder and he planted soft kisses on her exposed neck, working his way down. Khushi felt butterflies in her tummy and the room getting hotter. Every part of her felt oversensitised and yearning for his touch.

Khushi, get a grip of yourself!!! Please!!! Farak nai padta remember?! She commanded herself, failing though miserably. She struggled to get out of his hold as his arms tightened around her waist.

"Please Arnavji, stop. I won the dance competition and the bet didn't I? So you said you would do anything?" Khushi pleaded. She was now desperate.

Arnav let go of his hold and Khushi immediately was on her feet. He joined her. "You won on a mere technicality Khushi. The bet, I am not sure is valid. Afterall you needed my help to win. That wasn't in the competition rules." He spoke, still making no attempt to leave.

"There was no competition rules."

"Really Khushi?! You would like to debate that now?" He motioned the door and then winked at her.

"You said you would do anything if I won."

"True. I remember. But Khushi?" he edged forward. She edged back. "I wouldn't waste that on this. It's a precious opportunity to get me to do anything you want and I can think of more interesting things that you could use it for in the near future." His smirk returned.

"What could be more interesting?" Khushi asked and then stopped. Flashes of images of him carressing her, undressing her, kissing her all over and ... Khushi immediately shut her eyes tighted with her palms covering her eyes. Hai ma, besharam!

"I guess finally your mind is working, Khushi." He whispered.


 "Khushi? I'm waiting."

Immediately she opened her eyes and stared at the door and then at him. If only her sister had picked a different timing. If only she had changed earlier instead of waste precious time thinking about him. If only? But her sister had to be insistent and concern about her welfare. Wait Khushi. Did you want him to continue to stay here or did she want this to end? She wasnt sure. But her body definitely seemed not eager to move and open the door. It seemed that it had already decided what it wanted. But what did she really want?!

"Khushi?! I'm going to get Akash to get the key." Payal spoke.

"Coming jiji." Khushi looked at him and pleaded one last time.

He shook his head. "Stalemate Khushi. What will you do?" He moved away from her and stood by the wall, his arms now crossed.

"Sacrifice my queen!" Khushi huffed and then immediately walked towards the dressing table and grabbed her clip. She roughly twirled her hair and clipped it into a bun. Without any more distractions, she made her way to the door and opened it.

"Yes jiji?"