My Imperfect Mr. Perfect - Chapter 31

Khushi felt like crying seeing him not talking to her.

Only she knew what she was going through every moment she was away from him. And now that she was with him again, she just wanted to jump into his arms and never leave.

But here he wasn't even ready to speak to her – and that rejection hurt. Like hell.

"Arnavji I-I know you're angry but..." she felt tears sting her eyes at that thought. "Talk to me Arnavji," she said.

When she didn't get any response from him, she pleaded, "P-Please Arnavji," her voice breaking.

Arnav braked suddenly, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.

It was only then that Khushi looked around to see that they were on a deserted road.

And before she could register anything more, she felt herself being engulfed into a hug.

Arnav buried his face in the crook of her neck, desperately pulling her closer as he breathed, "Khushi..."

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"Khushi..." he repeated, almost crushing her in his arms in an attempt to pull her closer and closer.

Meanwhile Khushi responded just as eagerly, tightly clutching onto the back of his shirt while burying her face in his chest, her tears soaking his shirt.

"Arnavji..."

"Khushi..."

Neither of them spoke another word after that. In fact, they didn't need to. Because their unyielding grip on each other did all the speaking for them.

They just wanted to freeze in this moment, where they were together and able to feel each other so closely...

But the sudden ringing of Arnav's phone broke their moment of peace.

Khushi pulled back instantly, only to be pulled back by Arnav who hugged her to his chest with one hand while he took his phone out with his other hand.

Although Khushi didn't say it out loud, this action of Arnav's made her feel extremely happy. For one, it gave her hope that maybe he wasn't angry at her; and second, it showed that he had missed her just as much as she had him.

She gripped onto Arnav's shirt and snuggled into his chest as he placed a loving kiss on the top of her head before answering the call.

"Hello... Haan Sheetal..." Khushi looked up at Arnav as soon as she heard Sheetal's name, subconsciously tightening her hold on his shirt and pulling him closer to herself.

"Yh I found her... Yh she's with me now... Err..." Arnav glanced down at the tightening grip on his shirt and smirked, knowing the reason behind it. "The thing is, Khushi is feeling really weak and tired so I think it would be best if I took her home now. We'll come tomorrow... Yh... Of course Sheetal... You're the best," he laughed. "Thanks for understanding Sheetal... Hmm... Yh... Of course, anything for you... Bye Sheetal! See you tomorrow!"

"What did she say?" Khushi asked the second he cut the phone.

Arnav didn't answer. He pulled away from Khushi a little bit so that he could sit in his seat properly, but he made sure to still hold her close.

"Arnavji! What did she say?" she asked again, getting impatient.

And again he just ignored her question and started the car, driving to RM.

He didn't want to go straight to the penthouse just in case anyone was following them. Arnav planned on taking Khushi to RM and using the secret passage to get to their penthouse again. He knew it was going to be a little tiring for Khushi but it was for her safety.

Khushi kept questioning Arnav about his conversation with Sheetal but not once did she get any kind of reply back.

And this continued through their whole journey up until they finally reached the penthouse after passing RM and the secret passage.

Khushi's frustration was at its peak now, unable to decipher why he was being so secretive about what Sheetal had said.

Of course she knew that the first part was about her being rescued. But what was the 'you're the best Sheetal' for? And did he really need to say 'anything for you,' and that too in that sexy voice of his?! No. That was sooo unnecessary. 'Urrrgh!' she thought.

What Khushi didn't realise was that Arnav had been waiting for this very moment so that he could reply to her questions.

Arnav had wanted to talk to her properly only after they'd reached the penthouse – where it was completely safe... with just him and her.

Now as he put Khushi down letting her stand after carrying her through the passageway, he finally decided to open his mouth.

"Why should I tell you what I was talking about with MY Sheetal?" Arnav asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say." Khushi was furious hearing 'my Sheetal' from Arnav's mouth.

"Oh did you not hear that? No problem, I'll be more than happy to repeat," he said, mockingly. "I said, why should I tell you what I was talking about with my Sheet–"

Khushi pushed him against his chest as hard as she could, "How dare you?!!"

"What? All I said was that she's my Shee–"

Khushi saw red.

She slapped him, punched him, and did everything she could to hurt him, making him stumble backwards and fall onto their bed which was behind him.

Khushi didn't stop there.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled him to continue hitting him wherever she could reach, repeating, "How DARE you?!! How can you call her yours?! How freaking DARE you?!!!"

Arnav who didn't feel any pain at all, let her hit him for a few moments before he grabbed both her hands roughly and flipped them over so that she was lying on her back, her wrists on either side of her head shackled by his grip.

His sudden move caught her off guard but that didn't stop Khushi from struggling in his hold. Right now, all she felt was her burning anger – the soft Khushi was nowhere to be seen. In her place was a wild cat wanting to pounce on its offender.

"How does it feel huh?" he asked mockingly. "How does it feel hearing your man calling another woman his?" he questioned.

"It hurts right? And more than that the anger that shoots through your veins just makes you want to break something right?"

Khushi just looked on into his eyes, her own spitting with fire despite his words.

"Well that's exactly how I felt when I heard you address that Shyam as BLOODY YOURS!!!" he shouted in her face. "How dare YOU Khushi?!" his hands tightened around her wrists. "How dare YOU?!!!"

"I HAD to do that!!! That was the only way for me to distract him and YOU KNOW THAT! But there's no excuse for what YOU just said because I know you did it on purpose TO HURT ME!" she yelled back, still struggling to get out of his iron grip.

"Then what about the hurt I WENT THROUGH??? How do you think I felt when you called that bloody Shyam YOURS?" He shook her as he shouted, "YOU'RE MINE DAMN IT!!!"

"AND YOU'RE MINE DAMN IT!!!" Khushi screamed back as she finally stopped struggling.

For a moment they both just glared at each other, breathing hard after all the yelling.

And then Arnav slammed his lips down on hers.

It was a harsh kiss with him almost biting her lips, marking her as his.

And she was no less – she gave it back to him with the same intensity, marking him as hers.

This wasn't a kiss of love like their kisses normally were. This was a kiss of passion, hunger and possessiveness...

Somewhere in between the harsh nipping and tongue duelling, Arnav let go of Khushi's hands to bury his hands in her hair, angling her head for better access.

And the second Khushi's hands were free she grabbed Arnav's shirt from the middle and ripped it apart, sending the buttons flying across the room. She let her hands roam around his chest and abdomen, making Arnav grunt with pleasure as he continued kissing her. And soon her hands made their way to his back where they instinctively pulled him closer, bringing his naked chest in contact with her fully clothed body.

They continued to kiss each other madly, their bodies restlessly moving against each other's as they struggled to keep their passion under control.

Soon when they were out of breath they pulled away breathing harshly – but Arnav was not done.

He dove down to shower neck with kisses. He moved his one hand to her waist squeezing it possessively as he slowed down his kisses and started to suck on her neck sensually, causing Khushi to bite her lip harshly to hold in her moan.

Slowly he trailed down lower raining her skin with kisses not leaving a single inch untouched; grabbing her dupatta and carelessly throwing it out of the way when it came in his way.

As the dupatta was removed he could just about get a glimpse of the beginning of her cleavage peeking out.

Unable to control himself he sank his teeth just at the top of her swells, right above her heart as he growled, "Mine!" making Khushi gasp with the sudden sting. As the pain shot through her she dug her nails into Arnav's back, marking him, making Arnav groan.

And this was another step for the couple in marking each other as theirs.

Seconds later Arnav soothed his bite as he lapped his tongue across the bite, licking it and sucking it, making Khushi's chest arch up with pleasure as she let out a series of guttural moans, her fingers now running through Arnav's hair pulling him closer.

Her loud moans brought Arnav crashing down from his passionate haze...

They needed to stop.

Otherwise they would go too far and he was sure that Khushi would regret it – and he didn't want Khushi to resent a single moment with him.

And so he got himself off of her instantly, getting up to lie down next to her instead.

And that left Khushi feeling a series of different emotions: first of desire and need, then confusion, and then finally shame.

The last emotion kicked in when she finally recalled what happened in the last few minutes – and she felt completely ashamed of herself for acting so wanton. She had become so desperate and needy, forgetting every moral and value she had been taught!

And despite all her morals there was still a small part of her that felt stabbed with the rejection of him pulling away. Yes she shouldn't have been so wanton in the first place and she shouldn't have let things escalate so far – but now that it had already happened, it hurt to think that she wasn't good enough for him... He'd rejected her...

All the humiliation she felt wouldn't let her even glance at Arnav. She just felt like running away and hiding somewhere.

And that's what she did.

Or at least tried to.

She jumped off the bed suddenly about to run into the bathroom, but her hand was caught by Arnav just in time, and with a quick tug she fell back onto the bed. Into his arms.

She almost fell on top of him, half of her body on the bed and half of her body on him, with her arms holding onto his shoulders for support and one of her legs now trapped between his.

"I'm not letting you do that Khushi," Arnav said softly.

Khushi didn't say anything – she just looked away, unable to meet his eyes with her embarrassment.

"I'm not letting you run away from this," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. "From US," he continued, tightening his arms around her possessively as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Khushi finally looked down into Arnav's eyes and whispered feeling a little scared, "What's happening to me Arnavji?"

"Why am I being this way? I've never... I... I've never been so... These feelings..." Khushi struggled to form the words.

"This isn't me... It just isn't me..." she said, almost talking to herself, wondering what changed.

"It is you Khushi. It's just a new you," he tried to assure her, but her confused expressions didn't change a single bit.

He flipped them over so that she was now lying on her back and he was on his side, facing her propped up on his elbow.

"Khushi," he cupped her face with one hand. "You're transitioning."

Arnav saw Khushi's perplexed face and continued, "You're transitioning... From a girl to a woman," he said.

He watched the flit of emotions on her features until understanding finally settled in for her.

He gazed lovingly into her eyes before placing a quick yet affectionate peck on her lips whispering, "My woman."

So guys how was the update? I'm sorry I know it's a few days late but dad is back in hospital... So it's all back to hectic chaos...

But anyways how was it?! As I've mentioned before I've never written anything mature/romantic before this FF so I'm still testing new grounds – so please please please do tell me how it was (whether that's good or bad, positive criticism always welcome).

Do let me know how it was with your likes/comments – your response is my motivation... And don't worry – more arshi coming up in the next chapter!