Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 12

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Chapter 12

Khushi’s POV

“Mr and Mrs Raizada, welcome” an elderly gentleman greets us as soon as we enter the venue.

The party is organized in the lawn of a seven-star property. I cling to Arnav’s arm on purpose as that’s how I want to show everyone out here, especially the women that he is taken. Jealousy had always been like my second layer of skin since childhood. When I wanted something and some other person got it before me, I used to be jealous. I was jealous when in school everyone used to get their parents on parents-teachers meet while I was always accompanied by my Nanny as my father was busy building his empire. I was jealous when because of the guards my father has assigned to keep an eye on me, no matter how beautiful I was, no man flirted with me. So, now that I have someone who is one of the hottest men in the country, I cannot help claim him before the world.

“That’s Mr Advani and his wife Sujata” Arnav introduces me to the host of this party.

The couple are around my father’s age and they look quite great together.

“You both look lovely,” I compliment them.

“But not as lovely as you two,” Sujata replies. “You two look like a made for each other couple, don’t they?” she asks her husband.

I raise my chin to meet Arnav’s eyes which are already on my face. He definitely isn’t convinced.

“Congratulations on your wedding,” Mr. Advani wishes us.

We thank him and the conversation continues.

“So how did you two meet? I am sure it was a love at first sight for Arnav.” Sujata tries to dig our love story and we are once again speechless.

“Yes it was,” I nod. “How could Arnav resist a beauty like me. Right, honey?”

He raises his brows at my bragging and then turns to the couple again.

“But I repented later,” he adds.

My jaw drops. Did he really say that? I was just trying to portray us as a normal couple which is what he wants and instead of supporting it, he is almost defaming me again.

“You repented? Why?” The Advani couple looks confused.

I try to leave Arnav’s arm so that I get away from him. If this is what he wants to do, I better find another company or get a drink for myself. But Arnav grips my waist this time and pulls me to him again, not letting me leave.

“She was filthy rich and I was her father’s employee. How could I fall in love with her?” he mentions to the couple.

Oh! I don’t mind that explanation. He is somewhat right. He was conscious of our class difference from the start. It was me who coaxed him to forget it. I lead him on and I didn’t even know if I was doing the right thing then. I just wanted him. I desired him at that time. Or probably I still do.

As Arnav continues the conversation, I keep staring at his handsome face. I don’t know what to name this feeling I have for him at this moment. How can I possible be charmed by the man who tricked to marry him. Who hates me and who wants to revenge me for all the wrong reasons?

“What a love story,” Sujata Advani squeals. “You crossed so many barriers to bring her into your life, Arnav. I am so proud of you.”

This sentence breaks my trance. Yes, he broke all the barriers but not to love me, but hate me and this leaves a bitter taste on my tongue.

“I need a drink,” I say trying to move away but Arnav grips my hand again.

“Just one.”

He isn’t saying, but demanding. As the Advani couple speak to other guests, I lean closer to Arnav.

“Why? Worried that I’ll lose my senses again and you will soften your heart for me to take care of me, like you did last time?” I tease.

He glares at me for a second before answering.

“One drink is all you get tonight. Add another and I’m going to..”

“Kiss me?” I interrupt and he clenches his jaw hard, controlling his anger.

I laugh at his state.

“You won’t kiss me, I know. Because…” I lean closer again to his ears. “Because you can’t stop only with a kiss, Arnav. I bet you’ll crave for more.”

I feel his body stiffening at my remark. Good!! I wanted that. I still affect him. everything about me affects him and I take pride in it. Stepping away, I turn around and leave to fetch myself a drink. But to be honest, I don’t want to drink. If Arnav is going to kiss me tonight, I want to be in my complete senses. Heat spreads on my cheeks recalling our car kiss six years ago. Arnav was naïve then so he really was soft and protective even while kissing me. But now the man he has become, I wonder if he will bruise me.. I am sure he will. But why the hell do I even want that? I have never imagined such things with anyone else then why him?

I order myself a vodka shot and it burns my body with more desires as I watch Arnav watching me from the far corner as he speaks to his social circle. He is definitely counting my shots. Arnav then takes out his phone and starts typing. Probably he got some message. I sigh for the devoid of his attention on me when suddenly my phone pings. It’s his message. So he was texting me?

‘One shot, Khushi. Don’t mess with me tonight.’

I laugh. Earlier I could be scared by his threats, not now. Not since I saw how he had drove all the way to the club I was, how he scooped me in his arms and brought me back home safe.. how he fulfilled my silly demands of taking off my sandals and then also put me to bed. That man who used to give me attention, who had feelings for me is still in there. He is trying his hard to fake hating me and I will change that. But what does that mean? Do I want to stay with Arnav Singh Raizada forever being his wife? What about my modelling dream?

Feeling confused I order another shot and wait for it when Arnav’s message beeps again on my phone. I don’t delay opening it.

‘Don’t. Get away from there. Come back to me. I want you to meet the guests.’

I sigh. My second shot is ready on the table. I glance at it and then at Arnav who is waiting to see what I would do. Would I drink it or obey him? I do what I want to do. I pick the glass and gulp the second shot looking right at him. I am sure he might have clenched his jaw, fisted his fingers and all that but I don’t care. I broke his one-shot only rule. Keeping the empty glass, I make my way to him as he wants me to introduce to someone.

As soon as I reach him, I cling back to his arms.

“Sorry honey, did I miss anything?” I pout.

Arnav turns to the couple before us and introduces me. I smile and greet them back. Once they go we meet a few more people. After almost what feels like eternity, we are alone again.

“You broke my rule,” Arnav mutters staring intently in my eyes.

I puff my cheeks and sigh.

“I did. So?”

He doesn't answer.

“You can’t control my desires, Arnav. If I want something, I will have it. You can’t put such limitations only because I am your wife.”

He still doesn't say anything so I continue.

“I like to drink. It makes me forget who I am.. And why I am what I am..” I giggle.

He keeps watching me, with unreadable expressions.

“You wont understand it..” I pat his chest. That’s when I suddenly realize how manly he is.. The broad expanse of his chest is something to die for. My fingers itch to trace the skin behind his suit and I immediately pull away refraining myself from putting that thought into action.

I see Lavanya Kshyap entering the party and my mood sours. I meet Arnav’s gaze again.

“And I also drink when I am jealous.. when someone tries to snatch whats mine.. So, be careful when you interact with the women around. Especially her..” I point out towards Lavanya.

Arnav glances at her. I am about to leave when he grabs my hand and pulls me to his body.

“Lavanya is just a friend. She was never more. She will never be more. Get that in your head.”

With him this close to me and giving me an explanation about his relationship with Lavanya not more than a friend makes me glee.

“You didn’t owe that explanation to me,” I murmur with a smile. “Yet you did, Mr. Raizada. Does that mean, you too believe you are mine and mine only and I have nothing to be jealous about?”

Arnav glares at me, infuriated beyond belief.

“Sshh.. its okay.” I pat his chest again. “You don’t have to correct yourself now.”

“Shut up,” he scowls. “I just don’t want you to put my friends in trouble because of your silly jealousy. That’s why I told u that. And last warning Khushi, if you really drink one more shot,…”

“I will let you kiss me… don’t worry…” I interrupt him again and he is hell pissed by my silliness. I like to rile him up. Seeing me so close to him, Lavanya didn’t turn up to us to spoil our moment which I am glad.

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Arnav’s POV

Khushi is crossing the lines and coaxing me unnecessarily but I’ll not get into her trap. If she thinks she can play with words, I too can.

“Even if you beg me to kiss you, I wont..” I challenge her.

She looks displeased by my comment.

“Is that a challenge then?” Khushi smirks.

“It’s a fact. I don’t believe in such baseless challenges.”

“Alright then..” She pulls away from my body and picks a random glass of drink which the waiter was serving around. She shows me the glass. I know she is going to drink.

“Don’t” I mouth but she gulps it down her throat and then bangs the glass on the table.

“I broke your rules and I don’t give a damn!! And who the hell are you to make me beg for a kiss? I don’t want your lips on my body either. You get that Mr. Raizada? Unlike earlier, I have a better control over my desires now. And you don’t fit in the category of what I desire anymore.”

Saying that she walks away leaving me raged and annoyed. Two hours, we keep meeting different circle of people, interact and I see Khushi is a bit tipsy but still very much able to carry on being normal before others. I might not have mentioned it to her but she does look ravishing in black.. and red.. in fact in every damn color she wears. No matter how much I hate her careless attitude, I cant keep my eyes away from her. Throughout the party, I have been noticing her like every few seconds. She is sober while talking to men. She might not be very kind with everyone around here but she is still carrying on the conversations well.

Soon, Mr. Advani drags me to the dance floor whereas his wife gets Khushi too.

“You are the main couple tonight. You have to dance.. C’mon…”

They push Khushi to me and I hold her as she bumps to my chest. Khushi fakes a smile to the couple and then her eyes are on me again.

“Smile Arnav… you don’t look newly and happily married at all.”

Really? She still has to tease me? Fine then!! I slide my arm around her waist and haul her roughly to my body. She gasps at the contact.

“You want me to pretend like a newly happily married husband?”

“for them.. yes…” she replies. “for me… nope..”

I let out a soft chuckle while she keeps looking at me why I did that.

“This trait of yours would never go, will it?” I ask. “To want something.. yet to lie you don’t need it..”

She doesn't understand so I explain while grooving with her on the music.

“you coaxed me to kiss you, almost thrice, in all the conversations we had here.. You even broke my rules so that I get raged and actually kiss you. But then the very next moment when I challenge you that’s never going to happen, you pretend of never wanting it either. How do you do that, Khushi? You know what people call such personalities?”

She keeps staring at me. I lean over her ears to whisper..

“Fake..”

Khushi’s grip on my shoulder blade as we dance, tightens.

“Don’t you dare call me that..”

“Why?” I grin. “Hurts right? But that’s what you are… Fake!!”

She pushes me hard and walks out of the party. Of course, I am not leaving her alone and not until we end this conversation. I follow her out.

“Khushi stop, we can’t go like that without letting them know..”

She doesn't listen and keeps walking. I increase my pace and manage to grab her when we are a safe distance from the rest where no one can actually see us. The moment I touch her, Khushi pushes me hard again on my chest.

“If I am fake what are you, Arnav.?” She groans. “Why being so good to me and showing others we make a fine couple? Why not tell them how you tricked me to marry you? I at least have the guts to accept my mistakes if I commit any. But you… you don’t even acknowledge them.”

I am stupefied at her remark.

“The base of our marriage is fake.. You faked it.. Our relationship is fake.. because you don’t even let me stay in one room as your wife.. Our bonding which we try to show off to your known circle is fake.. because you want to show yourself as a good man… a good husband, but know what… I don’t give it a damn!! You are a weak man, Arnav, to fight with a woman whom you proved guilty even without listening to her side. You fake to be strong.. And you call me fake? You are a fake..”

That’s it. I lose all my patience.. Maybe because a part of my heart accepts it. But my mind doesn't let me bend.. She’s just twisting words to instigate me, I know.. So the very next moment she tries to turn and walk away, I pull her by her elbow to me and smash my lips on her. Yes!! I, Arnav Singh Raizada who had promised not to kiss her ever or even make her beg for one kisses Khushi to stop her from saying more…

Initially she uses all her force to stop me from kissing her, but soon her fingers fist my shirt and she parts her lips letting me access her mouth the way I desired. We both don’t realize when I push her to the pillar behind to cage her between the pillar and my body, while my lips works on her mouth. My heart drops as she fists my shirt and pulls me closer. All that pent-up frustration we had for each other comes out in the form of this exploration of each other’s mouth. The kiss that was supposed to be punishing and aggressive turns tender and passionate. She moans in between making me lose all my control again. I leave her lips and drag my lips at the crook of her neck.. She leans back giving me the access I need. Her hands tug my hair as I slam her harder against the pillar. Her grip on my hair turns painful and I bite her neck to suppress that pain. She hisses as my teeth slide down her neck towards her cleavage, accentuating my long-held desires for this woman. It feels like Khushi Singh Raizada despite being a poison is the only drug I need to survive. And God knows!! I want her!! I want her in every possible way I can! Even if it means I have to hate myself for my entire life!

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