Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Desire 5




 Note: so...I know it's short...
but it's better than nothing, right?
 Chapter 5:


 “Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.

Good things come to those who wait.”
―Jess-c Scott










 Before reading: you have to know:
if khushi and Arnav are talking and behaving like this with each other...it's because they know very well each other, since five years...
imagine that during those five years...they just communicate with their eyes and if they talk with each other, they tallk only to fight like you saw in the first chapters...it's complicated...maybe, but, it's like that with the-crazy-girl
happy reading!
I hope that you all are mature here...mouahhh





Arnav stops to look at her. Actually, he doesn’t want to make love to her, he doesn’t want to have sex with her like any man does with a woman he desires, since many years…
Arnav singh Raizada doesn’t look like other men!
Arnav singh Raizada is unique!
Arnav singh Raizada can has all what he wants, when he wants, where he wants!
But!
It becomes complicated with Khushi Kumari Gupta!
He looks at her…
Like to be sure again…
She’s there…
She’s with him!
Under his control!
It’s egoist to think that he wanted her, for only him, forever, without knowing the reason!
She’s not his type!
She’s…
Sometimes when she looked at him with those challenging eyes…he could confirm that he hates her, from the bottom of his heart…
No one dares to look at him that way…
And no one…but her…knew how to provoke him, provoke both: his anger and his desire…
She looked at his eyes, they are not chocolate anymore, they darken all of a sudden and he looks at her lips…her lips, GOD!...just by seeing them, his lips are going dry and he has to lick them…
She took a breath…a deep one…
Her whole body comes up and then down…slowly and intensively that it has not gone unnoticed by him…
He looks down; again, to see the woman he WANTS the more!
The woman he’d always want!
His hands are on her waist…
In this moment, he’s all thinking…his eyes getting darker by multitude of thoughts…Anger against himself, anger against the way he is, and his unknown, dark desire for her…
She seems to be, exactly, like him…
Lost in her thoughts…or just in his eyes…
She’s courageous, he knows it very well…
But he has to tell her, what he goanna do with her…
-khushi! I’m goanna Fuck u…(he marked a little pause and then continues) hard!
Like by miracle, despite of slapping him, hard, she felts some pain in her lower body…his voice, his way, his bitchy, violent sincerity did one thing inside her: it increases her desire…but she shocked….her lips are opened naturally hearing that…from him…
-don’t push me to do something really bad to this mouth, khushi!
He said huskily but firmly and she doesn’t understand anything…she’s little numb…
Something bad to her mouth???
-close it!
He said firmly…
And she immediately, closes her mouth but her eyes are widely opened…
-you’re shocked?
-yes, I’m in your bed but…
-but?
-you haven’t any right on me!...you…you can’t (she hesitates and her voice is now like a whisper)…you can’t fuck me!
She becomes as red as crimson…while she looks here and there…avoiding his intense gaze...
-I’m unable to do something else to you but that, khushi!
He answers looking straight on her eyes…little amused that his word "fuck" becomes more scandalous pronouncing by her …and even sexier…
-we could just make love…
She said hesitated…but it was looking like this conversation is natural and even it has to have place years back…
His heart skipped a bit…
-love? You want just to make love with me?
He imagined that she hates him, totally and that he’s forcing her in the whole proceed and here….she wants to make love with him…Really?
-I don’t think “making love” is an appropriate word for us, Khushi…I know very well…your emotions towards me!...but we are here…two adults, consenting and matures…we couldn’t ignore the fact that…we should do this, now!...you agree, with me?
She bitted her lower lip…
She looks at him and nodded…
-so?
He’s asking her permission to F**** her!
It’s too much! Don’t he think?
Not romantic at all!
He’s really arrogant and that’s very good that he knows very well her emotions towards him…she hates him the more and she’s the one able and so ready to fuck him, right now!
Cupping his face, she hesitates a lot before taking his lips…hard…
Her lips are shivering…
She felt all cold…
And he was so warm…
She wanted that warm of his perfect body on her…she comes closer…and he welcomed her…after some seconds for him to accept the idea that she’s the one coming to him…
she's under him but while kissing him, she gets up...her arms hugging his neck...
As a plume he lifted her in between his arms…while she still kissing him…he sits down on the middle of the bed and she sitting on his knees while her legs are encircling his slims waist…
No one wants really to stop that…
Stop that? Why? She thought…she can’t…he’s irresistible…he’s…yummy…he’s so yummy…she is so close...oh God!...she could feel him in between her legs all hard…it's confusing and strange...
Because of her…
She’s affecting him??? Oh My Goodness!
She’s the one pulling out of the kiss…also hardly and violently…
He’s becoming numb, this time…
He looks at her…closing and opening his eyes instantly…
She’s able to destabilize the mental stability of ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA..woo!
-it’s not love!
She said, making things clear…
-let’s make things clear…I can’t love you!
She said all confident…
-that’s perfect!...me too!
He answers amused and closes her from him the more…
-I don’t and can’t love you khushi…but I want you…and I want you badly and it’s hard to handle more! It hurts!
he looks at her eyes...
she could know what he's talking about...
yes...
she's ready! 


Note: I need motivation, I feel like I'm losing my love to my writings and my FFs...I'm not talking about desire but about all my work...
I hate when the comment comes like "nice" or "nice update"
it even worst than not comment at all 
ok...maybe I will update this one soon, after reading your lovely comments
take care
:*

Friday, May 10, 2013

Desire 4

Hey Girls,
I'm upset

I know guys that this is the start and you're confused about the story
but...I don't know why when I invited 40 persons couldn't find them all commenting???
Again, I'm disapointed!

and I just don't want to this story to be read by silent readers who are rude enough to comment on blog that they want the link to this blog while they never comment before on any of my work...
it's just...
excuse me but...WHO ARE YOU?
I want to this story and this blog to be special but...
seems like I'm goanna stop this just like I stopped Love, sex and the city...
that moment, Please, don't blame me!...I will do it if it's necessary...I will stop all if I this day come when I couldn't feel any interest!
me, personally, if a work touch my heart will comment would it be in blog or in IF or in anything because I know what a writer needs...
Huuhhh
I said it all and now I'm ready to give you the update...
please excuse me if am rude
am I so much demanding?
don't know!
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Desire 4:

 Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.









Both know that it was too late to pull back…
It was too late to walk back…
Her scent dominated him…heart and mind…
He pinned her against the wall possessively…
All was calm around them…a pretty silent night…only their breathing...and the murmur of the breeze…
He holds her hand…their fingers crossed…like puzzles…completed…that was she felt the moment…he holds her hand while he paused his lips on her shoulder lightly…memorizing every single moment…his warm hot breath is burning her delicate skin…and she’s out of breath…she couldn’t neglect the fact that he’s the only man able to trouble all her senses…to put her emotions upset down and mess with her whole being…
How she wanted to plunge her fingers on his thick hair?
How she wanted to caress all over it?
And now…she has it all…her hand is caressing it like it was her usual daily habitude…
He looks up to her…
Not that he felt it strange that she’s caressing him that way…but…the softness of her touch like paralyzed him…
He remembered the way his own mum touched his hair that way when he’s feeling sick, upset, guilty…
with extra softness…khushi recreate that same touch…maternal touch…soft touch…
A moment of just gazing at each other lasts for like an eternity…
Their hands still on each other  like no one is ready to let off the other…while khushi’s other hand was still in his hair…not caressing but just there…
He’s tired, not physically but mentally…
He so wanted to just lay down…pause his head on her lap…close his eyes…let her fingers play on his hair till morning without speaking…without doing anything…
But he’s tired…
His desire for her is an ache…and he should treat it that moment…
His stomach is paining from that eagerness he’s feeling towards her…that need to touch every parcel of her being…
Some ache...
The desire made him blink…
He pulls her to him possessively…she gasped looking at him with questioning eyes…
The secret was: they could communicate with only their eyes…
No words needed!
He carried her…
She keeps looking straight in his eyes without any sign of dislike…but some fear…
The fear of the desire consuming her…
The toxicity of his proximity…
When he paused her in the bed…
She felt like a new bride but she’s not really shy…she’s more confused about the war which will take place, this moment, right there, in that bed…
She lost already her saree in their kissing session…but she doesn’t try once to hide her bare stomach…
Before him, she felt all naked with or without the saree…
He looks at her with a serious expression…he holds her hand and starts taking off her bangles…one after one…looking at how soft her hands are…how fine her fingers are…how beautiful was her polish nails…how perfect she’s in her simplicity…complicated simplicity…
She doesn’t know why that gesture affected her…the way he’s taking off all her bangles…and then come on the top of her…
Being careful that his all weight isn’t fully on her delicate body…he just leaned to kiss-burn her cheek with his warm lips…
Another peck on her other cheek comes slowly like a caress…
She tried to talk but his index touched her lips, pressed them…he was insisting to touch her lips that way, pressing them under his fingers…sensually…he parted them with his fingertip…looking at her eyes…next second, he leaned to kiss them possessively…
She moaned feeling him not only kissing her but sucking, beating, nibbling…beating them…he was like she imagined…Possessive, strong, unique…
A part inside her was surrounding to all this…
A part was guilty that all this has no name…
It’s not love…not a strong relationship…not friendship…in the contrary…all those five years all what they did is to make their cold war…he was always making her remember who she is and she was always challenging him, proving she’s not the one he thought she is…
She thought that she has her Master degree in the Journalism, just to challenge him as she’s able to do it all…to success at all!
She’s thinking that whatever she does in those five years are related to him somehow…she wanted to prove his opinion on her was wrong!
He’s her obsession! It becomes her mission…
And in this moment, this night…she couldn’t explain her behavior and seems like it’s the same for him…
He’s troubled too…she could feel…he’s breathing heavily…he’s losing it!
Arnav singh Raizada would never do that!
Being so close from someone…
That much close…
His both hands are now undoing her blouse from behind…
she wanted to talk…to deny but she lost her voice already…
she just admired that handsome man undressing, like it was in one of her dreams…
***
he wanted her to stop him…but she doesn’t!
not that he will stop if she will stop him…but at least then, he will try to control himself over her…
if she would protest, he would force her any way…
he’s not the kind of man unable to take his right!
Wait!
It’s not your right to make Love to Her!
no!
It’s just sex! Just sex!
Your hands are trembling just by the idea that next second you will cover her breasts instead of this black bra…and you still think it’s SEX???
Many girls were in your arms before and you weren’t able to feel anyone!
You didn’t wait for anyone for five years…
Die to touch her…
Breath to obtain this moment!
Live for this second…the second you will HAVE HER!
It takes long days…
That decision to kidnap her from the whole world…
Travel with her to this empty place!
To have her for you only!
To have her in your arms!
Yours…
No Woman succeeded to make him feel this way: blind possessiveness…strong passion…his desire for her…something he couldn’t describe…but could feel every second in his life!
She gasped the moment she felt his arousal against her thigh…
She looks up to him…like to be sure what she just felt is real…
And he’s really on the top of her…
ASR!
Why she couldn’t push him away and kill him!
Isn’t it that a form of forcing? Of violation?
Why she’s feeling only satisfaction?
Well when Him is just admiring your breasts that way…you should be satisfied Miss Gupta…
She felt beautiful in his eyes…
He’s like that all the time…
Harsh words
Expressive eyes
Dear God!
His eyes…
His eyes!
His I-want-to-Fuck-you gaze!
Direct!
Bare!
Severe!
Shameless!
Seductive!
She couldn't resist!
Proof…she’s under Him, now, in her two pieces underwears…not able to hide anything…as they are made made from transparent black lace…
***
he thought…from when she’s starting to wear those kind of lingerie?
And for whom?
And why?
And…
There is someone else in her life?
Why is it so sexy?
No one would see this? Why this taking care of this?
Arnav singh Raizada…she’s a girl…what she’s supposed to wear?
Something not as sexy as those pieces made to brought any man on his knees before her…
He knows her able to win anyone heart, mind and soul…
But he believes that he’s not ANYONE but he’s The ONE!
He believes she’s Untouchable and he will be the first to make this body sweat and beg for more…
The back of his fingertips travelled from her neck…slowly and softly…to reach her belly…he caressed her belly…his eyes now concentrating on only the way she’s breathing heavily and the way her little soft tummy is following that breath rhythm…that was cute but so damn hot…
What that skin would taste?
Taste heaven no doubt…
His lips gave an open mouth kiss to her belly button and the reaction was phenomenal…
Her whole body arched up trembling…
-aahh…
She screamed out…
He so liked that sound she’s making…he made a vow that no one would lose his mind tonight…
Lose it for real!
   


Note: why I stopped here?
it was kinda of punishement... :p
now, bye





















Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Desire chap 3




 Desire 3

The Kiss

 There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
             Mark Twain








She dreamed before of him…
She’s always fantasizing about what is there…behind his three pieces suit? Behind his t-shirts…his shirts? Behind his pants???
She’s curious too and he’s inspiring her that kind of thoughts…
She knows that she shouldn’t…but it was out of her control…
She’s a polite and a good girl…but what she should do with her mind? Her mind is responsible…her dreams are also responsible…she has dirty mind when it comes to Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada…
His name is enough to make her whole being shiver…from an unknown desire…
She has done many things before to stop this kind of dreams from visiting her nights and sometimes days…
She prayed for God to take away this devil from her way…
The devil of him…was so much stubborn to let off of her…
Kinder surprise…
The moment he starts striping before her…she felt that she is again like a little girl…opening her kinder…
Someone is opening her kinder for her: him…
Arnav looks at her troubled gaze....
Kh:-what do you want of me?
-you!
She looks all and more troubled to him…
-what???...I can’t understand!
She keeps looking at him…lot of confusion…he hates her…all his words about her being greedy and arriviste…all his angry gazes whenever he nears her…he hates her but then…he wants her?
They are in that position when they hear the sounds of her empty tummy…
He arched his eyebrow …looking down…
-you’re hungry?
She looks at him all silent…and confused…her tummy has something to said also…
He gets up…
-come!
He said huskily and he was shirtless…but he kept his pants…
What do you want khushi?
You want him to remove it? crazy!
You goanna follow??
You already damaged your feet!!!!! He puts bandages everywhere…huhhh thanks God…for the party you did some care to your feet…scrubbing, hydrating, pedicure…or else you will be embarrassed if they are not perfect…and he touched all over them…
Hungry??...oh yes , she’s hungry…she spends all the day getting ready for this party that she forgets to eat a bit!...
He’s waiting?
Ok…hmm…
She looks at her feet…
He looks at it…
He seems to understand and comes to carry her…to the kitchen…
He placed her on the kitchen desk…
It was…awkward…but khushi felt that she was in some movie…that she was in one of her dreams…
He washed his hands…
Awkward…he goanna perpare something for her???
He opens the refrigerator …looks inside…was full…she thought…how classy and classic the kitchen is…
Took off some tomatoes…
Slices of Swiss Cheese…
Hmm…classy…
Let’s eat healthy …she thought…
Cherry tomatoes…
Liking this…
Put it down on the table…
Goanna wash the tomatoes…
He’s choosing his knife…
Welcome to the Raizada kitchen…with the Raizada chef…
Cut…cut…cut…
She’s impressed…he cuts to the tomatoes to really thin slices…
He took off the bread …cuts to four slices…
Looking good…
Damn hot when he cooked….
Wait! He’s cooking….
ASR is cooking…
Putting tomatoes and cheese in bread isn’t a big deal…khushiiii….
But…hmmm…he puts cheese all over…he seasoned the tomatoes…salt pepper…seems he knows what he’s doing…
Erotic food…does exist…
Ahhhh…he goanna kill her…
Wait…he’s putting some butter in the frying pan…
He goanna grilled the sandwiches…Done!
Putting each sandwich on a plate…putting some cherry tomatoes aside…and giving her a plate…
-hope you like cheese and tomatoes?
Ohhh…thank you for asking…finally…
She just bits on her sandwich…
Heaven…
Even a sexy shirtless man could be a good cooker…
Crispy…crunchy…cheesy…yummy…melting in her mouth…
Devine…
She finished it…while he just starts eating his…
She ate the cherry tomatoes…and then looks at him…
-take this!
He said giving her his own sandwich…
-no…I can’t accept it…it’s yours!
-ok!
He simply bits on it…
And she looks at it…looking at the way he’s biting…he will finish it in two bites…
He holds her hand and puts the rest of his sandwich on her hand…
-just finish it!
She wanted to protest…but he puts one little cherry-tomato on her mouth…
-eat well!
He said huskily…and ironically…he just loved when a woman has a good appetite and feels sick when the girl he dated is controlling every bit of every food she eats…
Wait: he’s not dating her!...he just has the craziness, the madness of bringing her with him…
he starts arranging the kitchen…
She goanna faint…
It’s maybe another dream…
She’s…speechless…
She wants him…right now…soon…
-you’re done?
He asked looking at her…all lost in her thoughts…
She looks at him…all amazed and …doesn’t know how to feel…what to say…
He comes and stands close to her…
He comes in between her legs…and she immediately wanted to move…
-you want me to drive you back to your apartment?
She looks at him to see if he was serious…
-I’m asking you? You have to choose! You want to go back your home or stay here with me? For three days?
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-will take it as a yes!
-no!
-too late!
She wanted to protest but his phone ringed…he took it off his pants…still his other hand is on her wrist clutching her more…but seeing the name on his phone, he lets off Khushi…
He just went away to the other room…but she was so much curious thinking it’s his girlfriend…does he has one????
-hello…yes…oh, that?…yes, I’m all ok, now...of course I did all the routine diagnostic…it’s alright, Doctor, I’m really ok…no stress anymore…of course…thank you…thanks!
Today…
He was about to die…
Just that second when he faint…when no one comes to his rescue…
Only one face comes to his mind: her face…khushi Gupta…
He was in his office…he was working only when he felt all sweaty…all weak…he wanted to call his PA but couldn’t find his voice…or his power…he knew that he ignored himself and his medicines…
Only that second…he thought it wasn’t possible to die before he could tell her how much he wants her…that she’s an obsession…that he’s…he couldn’t find any word to describe what he has for her all those five years…since the day he meets her…
He thought…she’s here now…you could tell her…you’re alone with only her…isn’t it all what you want???? ASR!
-doctor?...diagnostic??
He heard her murmur…
She looks at him with concerned eyes…but he hates to see pity from anyone, especially her!
He has to come back to his challenging /harsh mood:
-so? You wouldn’t be happy if the mean man called Arnav singh Raizada die at the end?
Khushi was just mesmerized hearing that…she doesn’t know why tears come out of her eyes without control…just hearing that…”die”…that only word makes her shivers…she looks at him…she panicked…people has phobia from many types of things but she has phobia with that word , with all what she brings in her mind of dark bad memories…
Arnav regretted immediately seeing her scared eyes…
-Khushi?...khushi?
-I’m…I should go from here!
Khushi tried to leave …but he holds her hand…
-I can’t understand you! One moment you hate me, the next one, you…you…you said that you want me…you tried to hurt me and then you hold my hand this way!
She looks at his hand holding her tight…
-just ask yourself what you want! Choose one way!
She almost screams…challenging him…
She looks at him…silence dominated the entire place…he’s not ready to talk…
His hand still holding her hand…he suddenly pushed her to him…placing her hand on his back…her arm is encircling his slim waist…
She gasped…shivered…looking at his handsome face…angry eyes…dark eyes…looking at her…
His eyes may be the mirror of his mystery…she couldn’t see what they are hiding for real but the moment she’s in his arms…it’s different…
-no one dares talk to me this way!
He said calmly but in a menacing tone…
She felt his hot breath all over her face…she’s breathing in his breath…able to smell his aftershave but also able to smell HIM…something after his eyes caught her attention…that stitches marks near his eyebrow…Anjeli told how much he was a naughty boy, but he’s so much protective towards her that he’s always ready to take the pain him in order to protect his sister…khushi looked at it…
She doesn’t know that even him he’s able to smell her scent…and looking at her eyes, he’s getting lost there…like memorizing every inch in her face, his eyes caressing that beautiful face…that wasn’t enough to just look…he wanted more…he wanted to feel her…like a magnet she’s attracting him…the more he’s close the more he wanted to be closer…
The time stops for awhile for them…the moment he felt her soft lips under his demanding ones…
Was it happening all of a sudden? Or was it the destiny plan?
Both don’t know…but surely no one is planning to end this…to stop this even for awhile…
Just the contact of their lips for a so long awaited kiss make them forget about all, even their own names or who they are…why? When? Where?...nonsense questions…all was nonsense …
she parted her lips…he kissed her on them…for so long…no one move…just the feel of his lips on her parted lips…
A so innocent kiss…it wasn’t even a kiss…it was a peck…but a so sensual one…
It reminds of the first glass of water taken after a long day of fasting…
The intensity made the both of them close his eyes…to feel it the more…to let their mind save this moment which will last forever in their memory…
Staying so close, he pulled back from THE KISS…just for a second to take a breath…he couldn’t but lick his lips…they taste her tender ones…
Again he leaned…to kiss the corner of her lips, pressing as possible as he could…he felt her hand on his back clutching the fabric of his shirt…
He made her parting her lips again for him…this time…he wanted a real kiss…
Khushi felt it…it was a sort of magic…when her opened mouth was under his dominated one…she was about to faint…not feeling her legs anymore…that makes her all weak…and his arms only were her support…tasting sweeter that honey…so sweet is this kiss…and long…it lasts for an eternity she thought…or maybe more…as dangerous and fatale as a poison…as strong and slowly as a drug…
she was also able to taste back his lips…she explored  the inside of his mouth…wet and warm…and fighting to dominate the kiss…she bitted in his lower lip lightly…she doesn’t know why…but she felt the need to make him understand that what he felt about this kiss…she’s feeling the same……it was may be the first time she's living all this with a man...but she does know what she wants…and tonight if he wants only her…she wanted and always wants Him…and only him!