Extra Scene from Chapter Seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The following scene never made it to the final story line of Chapter Seven on the blog, but here it is for you all, enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

¨Damn it all to hell. We were just moments away from joining the mile high club!”

I look over at him dubiously.

“Don’t tell me that you have never done this before.”

He sits up slowly, his gaze never leaving mine.

“As a matter of fact, I have never brought a woman on board before. You are the first, Mrs. Raizada.”

I cannot stop the smile that spreads across my face, and when I turn towards the door, I find myself wishing with all my heart that I am also the last.

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It is our first night back in our room at the mansion, and I find myself unable to sleep even though it is well past midnight.

I don’t know if my insomnia is the result of jet-lag , the unaccustomed exertions of the night…or the unfamiliarity of sleeping beside my husband after our new found intimacy. Whatever the reason, I am now wide-awake and staring at the ceiling while Arnav sleeps beside me, his arm thrown across my waist in an unconscious gesture of possession.

He shifts a little, and I glance at him quickly…but he isn’t awake.

The breath hitches in my throat as I stare at his naked body, completely revealed and now gilded by the silver rays of the moon . At some point in the past few hours, he has managed to kick off the covers entirely, and his toned form is bared to my gaze in all it’s glory.

I allow my eyes to wander, secure in the knowledge that he is asleep. I trace the angles of his face, now softened by sleep. The curve of his lips reminds me of the passionate kisses we shared earlier, and a dull ache pervades my body at the thought.

I shift restlessly, then move my eyes down the column of his neck to the well defined muscles of his back. He is sleeping on his front, and a wicked thought crosses my mind as I wonder if I could somehow make him turn over so that the most interesting part of his anatomy is exposed to my gaze.

Taking a deep breath, I continue on my journey instead, my eyes now taking in the long, strong legs that are placed close to mine.

I still, the wantonness of my thoughts suddenly making me blush in the dark.

What has he done to me?

I could never have imagined that I would have such thoughts about any man…and now I find myself lusting after my husband…someone who has bound me in a contract marriage, no less.

I look away as the uncomfortable thought takes hold, and slowly pull myself out of his grasp.

As I push away the covers and allow my feet to touch the carpet on the floor,I look over to see if he is awake. But he barely stirs, and I heave a sigh of relief and stand up before another dilemma rears it’s head.

I realize that I am utterly, completely naked.

Looking around at the floor, I remember those crazed, passionate moments when we had entered this room earlier, and clothes had been a casualty of that interlude. Both mine and his lie scattered around the room, and I know that I can never find anything without turning on the light.

One glance at the bed assures me that he is still asleep, but I cannot be sure that he won’t awake after I’ve turned on the light in the bedroom or the adjoining dressing-room.

I look back down at my body, shivering a little and wondering if I should just go back to sleep. My stomach rumbles just then, reminding me that I had eaten very little on our return. Knowing that I can never go back to sleep now, I bend down and fumble around for the first item of clothing I can find, and when I hold it up in the dim light of the moon, I realize that I am holding his shirt.

Sighing in defeat, I shrug into the white shirt and button it up quickly, then look down to find that the hem hits the middle of my thighs.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I steal one last glance at my sleeping husband and walk out through the half-open door to the hallway before heading for the stairs.

The stainless steel appliances in the kitchen glimmer in the dark, and I turn the lights on quickly before walking towards the fridge. A variety of items catches my eye, but I finally settle on a little white bowl that holds some of the halwa that Manorama had made for dinner.

Pulling out a spoon from the drawer, I walk out towards the dining table with the bowl in my hand. Halfway there, I realize that the curtains over the sliding door to the gazebo are only partially closed. I make an impulsive decision to eat outside, disregarding the slight chill in the air.

My mind is a mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions at the moment, and I find myself hoping that the cool night air will clear my head. Sliding open the door, I walk out towards the railing that separates the house from the lawn area outside, and lean against it to take in a deep , cleansing breath.

I am unsure about why I am feeling this way. Earlier in the day, there seemed to be no doubt in my mind when I had given myself to him freely on board the plane. If it hadn’t been for the interruption, I would have found pleasure in his arms…and reveled in the fact.

But coming back here has left me feeling restless and uneasy…almost on edge, as if something is going to happen at any moment.

 

Shaking my head to rid myself of the weird notion, I look down at the bowl and take a small bite. It is delicious, and I am down to the last bite before I know it, the cool air and my unease forgotten for the moment.

A slight noise behind me makes me pause, and I whirl around to find that Arnav is standing in the dining-room, dressed only in his boxers and wearing a speculative, slightly anxious expression that clears immediately when his eyes fall upon the bowl in my hand.

 

¨Hungry?¨

¨Not anymore. Did I wake you?¨

 

¨No. I just reached out for you and found that you were gone. And then I saw that you weren’t in the restroom either, so I…anyway, here you are.And I hope you’ve saved some for me because I’m famished.¨

 

He’s referring to the halwa, but there’s a glint in his eye that says otherwise.

 

I look down at the spoonful in the bowl.

 

¨Sorry, it’s almost over. I didn’t know that you would want to eat this…maybe you could try something else?¨

 

That glint intensifies, and he strolls towards me slowly…a predator stalking it’s prey.

 

¨You read my mind, Mrs. Raizada. Hungers can be satisfied in many ways, of course.¨

 

¨Should I…get you something from the fridge?¨

 

¨No, thank you. I’m quite capable of helping myself to any…delicacy that catches my fancy.¨

 

He’s standing before me now, and he takes the bowl from my hand before raising the last spoonful to my mouth.

I open it automatically and he tilts the spoon until I have eaten it all, then in a sudden move, he takes my lips in a deep, drugging kiss. I part my lips, my senses reeling as his tongue thrusts against mine again and again, starting an ache deep down inside.

The next moment, he lets me go.

 

¨That was…delicious. But I know something else that might taste even better…¨

 

Placing the bowl down on the ground, he straightens slowly before raising his hand to the buttons of the shirt I’m wearing.

 

¨That shirt looks sexy on you, Mrs. Raizada.¨

 

He opens the buttons slowly until the shirt hangs open, and the sudden bite of the chill night air reminds me that we are outside , where anyone can see…

 

¨Arnav, we are at the railing and…¨

 

¨…no one is here, Khushi. Except the horses, and I doubt they’d be interested.¨

 

 

¨But I…¨

 

My words trails off as he grazes one exposed breast with his knuckles, then looks back up at me with a smoldering brown gaze.

 

¨I’m not going to take you here, don’t worry.¨

 

¨What?¨

 

¨It has just been one day since you’ve lost your virginity, Khushi. We can’t keep doing this, it will leave you sore.¨

 

Although I know that his words make sense, my body thinks otherwise. Already, the touch and scent of him are driving me crazy,and I cannot stop myself from leaning into him now as he continues.

 

¨However, that certainly doesn’t mean that we can’t find our pleasure elsewhere…¨

 

Before I can say anything in response, he shocks me by dropping to his knees before me, his hands going to my bare thighs and gently pulling them apart.

 

¨Arnav?¨

He looks up at me with a wicked grin in place.

 

¨You might want to hold on to that railing right now.¨

 

I reach back instinctively and have barely managed to wrap my fingers around the cold iron before his lips are there, right where I need him the most.

My head falls back, my body turning limp as his tongue seeks out the aching spot between my thighs. He caresses gently at first, and then his touch turns rapid and rough.

My breath comes in heaving gasps and I close my eyes as everything spins out of control.

Shivers of desire rack my body as I lean against the railing, my hands clenching tight as the first spasms begin deep down inside.

But then it all comes to a sudden halt as he leans back before standing up abruptly.

 

¨Damn. I’m sorry, it’s too cold out here and I am making you…come inside, Khushi.¨

 

Before I can tell him that my shivering had nothing to do with the cold, he grasps my hand and walks inside, shutting the door behind us and stopping beside the dining table before pulling out a chair and facing me again.

 

¨Are you alright?¨

I can’t take it anymore.

My body is clamoring for release, and he is too far…

I take one step towards him, then pull his head down until his lips meet mine.

His control evaporates as the kiss deepens, and I vaguely realize that he is now seated on the chair and I am straddling him, my bare thighs wrapped around his equally naked ones.

I break the kiss, looking down at him in surprise.

 

When did he manage to remove his boxers? And where did that condom come from?

 

Before I can figure that out, he leans away a little before tightening his grasp around my waist.

The shirt is gaping in front, but he doesn’t take it off. Instead, he lowers his lips to my breast, suckling hard even as one hand drops to the dampness between my thighs.

The dual assault is too much for my overwhelmed body, and I find myself on the brink of a climax. But before I can reach the pinnacle, he withdraws his fingers and I feel a new, welcome hardness take their place.

 

¨Khushi…¨

I look up at him with dazed eyes, amazed at the guttural quality to his voice.

 

¨I…I thought I could hold back…but I can’t. We’ll just have to take this slow…¨

 

Inwardly, I rejoice as his hands move down to my hips, raising my body slowly before lowering me onto his erection.

The gradual penetration is a spark to the already simmering fire, and I clutch at his shoulders, my head thrown back as the spasms start up again.

 

¨Look at me.¨

I cannot deny him, not even at this moment.

Opening my eyes, I look into his wild, lust-filled gaze as he finally stares down at where we are intimately joined.

 

¨Move , Khushi. Follow my lead…¨

 

And so I do as I am told, raising and lowering my body in an ever increasing rhythm. He throws his head back, the muscles of his neck straining as he battles the urge to take control.

The slap of flesh against flesh echoes in the stillness of the dining-room, and the erotic sound somehow increases the passionate intensity between us.A sudden, sharp pain forces me to open my eyes, and I look down to find that he has just suckled roughly on the side of my neck. The sight makes me gasp, and then another holds me arrested.

In the glass door opposite, our entwined forms are faintly visible. I can see his body below mine, and my pale form forms a stark contrast to his tanned physique.

He follows my gaze, and his eyes darken.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the glass, he raises both hands to cover my breasts and fondles them once before gripping my hips again.

I cannot tear my eyes from the glass door, but find myself moving as he guides me again.

He bends his head once more, taking one aching peak into his mouth, just as he pulls me down until I have taken him in deep…deeper than ever before.

I climax with a scream, the intensity stealing my breath as my body trembles with the force of my release.

He comes apart at once, his groan of satisfaction echoing through the dining room as well.

Exhausted, I rest my head against his shoulder, waiting for my heart to stop racing.

 

¨Khushi…are you alright?¨

 

Slowly, I raise my head to meet his concerned gaze.

 

¨Never felt better, Mr. Raizada.¨

 

 

¨You made me lose control…that hasn’t ever happened before.¨

 

His eyes are serious…anxious, almost.

Is he afraid of losing control?

Is that his weakness?

 

I smile, amazed that I haven’t noticed that before.

 

¨You were the one who insisted on tasting forbidden fruit, Mr. Raizada.¨

 

¨Forbidden? The most succulent fruit of all, you mean.¨

 

My cheeks turn crimson and I suddenly realize that we are still joined in the most intimate way possible.

 

¨I…we should probably go to bed now.¨

 

¨I agree. Because if we keep sitting here like this, I’ll be doing more than just tasting very soon.¨

 

 

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The memory of the night makes me smile as I walk down to breakfast the next morning. Arnav has left for an early appointment, and I wander downstairs,my muscles sore after all that unaccustomed activity.

Yes, I am a little sore…but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

¨You have some mail, Mrs. Raizada.¨

 

I look up at Manorama, blushing as I wonder if my thoughts are clearly visible to her.

 

¨Thanks.¨

 

¨Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.¨

 

 

I nod and smile, my attention already occupied by one thick, yellow envelope . I notice the express delivery seal, and tear it open quickly.

The blood drains from my face as I open the envelope to reveal a note with words cut from a newspaper.

 

Who could have done this?

 

Why?

 

Was it merely someone’s twisted idea of a joke?

 

The note occupies my mind all through breakfast, and I wonder if I should call Arnav.

But before that, I need to find out all I can about the sender. I eat very little, and walk back quickly to where I had opened the mail…but the envelope isn’t there anymore.

 

¨Are you looking for something, Mrs. Raizada?¨

 

¨The envelope…I left an envelope lying on top of these papers…¨

 

¨Oh, those? ASR had left them here so that I could shred them. Your envelope must have gotten into it by mistake, I’m sorry!¨

 

¨I…that’s fine. It’s probably not very important.¨

 

Now that I’ve had a chance to calm down, I manage to convince myself that this isn’t anything to be worried about, despite the mention of a contract marriage. I push aside the sixth sense that is telling me that there is something else at play here.

 

Arnav calls at the moment, and I try very hard to sound normal.

Everything is normal.

 

There’s no need to panic…or so I tell myself.

 

 

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Two days later, I walk down the corridor that leads to the conference room at A.R.Corp, smiling to myself as I imagine my husband’s look of surprise when I bring him his lunch.

The past forty-eight hours have been the most heavenly of my existence…barring one small thing that bothers me whenever I allow myself to think about it at all…

 

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A/N: Thank you all for the support after my last A/N. This change isn’t going to be an easy one for me, but your wishes will certainly help me there!

 

Some of my readers wanted to know the identity of the person who challenged me to write this story, so here is the link to ‘LooneyLuna’s comment:

http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4044575&TPN=45

 

I will post my last ArHi Tale titled ‘A Tale of New Beginnings’ on Friday, IST on this blog:

http://arhitalesbyexpelandthemagpie.wordpress.com/

 

Hope to see you then!