The sun came pouring in and landed right on my face, making me wake up. I stretched out and then realized something: the sun never hits my face. Then how the- oh right! I'm at Arnav's!
Oh shit!
I looked to my left and he wasn't there. I sat up immediately, and I don't think I should've done that, cause it hurt somewhat, but I didn't think about that because in front of me was Arnav Singh Raizada, sitting in a chair, looking at me.
Geez, did he watch me sleep? Oh good grief.
"Good morning," he simply said.
"Good morning," I whispered.
He got up and came over to me and kissed me softly on my lips. "You look so beautiful in the morning."
Me? Beautiful in the morning? He really must be seeing a mirage or something.
"I'm sorry if I surprised you," he said, referring to the whole watching-me thing
"No, it's nothing."
"I couldn't help myself," he admitted.
I smiled timidly.
He leaned in again and kissed me a good 10 seconds. Thank goodness I don't have morning breath!
He let go and said "what are you doing to me?"
I looked up at him confused.
He shook his head. "Nothing. Not important. Come. Etta's making breakfast."
I nodded, though I felt confused. What does he mean?
I grabbed the duvet and held it around me to cover my body. Arnav held his hand out and I held it as he helped me up. That's when I realized he was in his boxer shorts and white t-shirt, with just-fucked hair.
And does he look sexy or what?
"My T-shirts are here," he said, pointing at a drawer on the chest, "and my sweats are two below. They may be big, but they're adjustable."
I nodded and then he kissed me again.
"I'll wait for you outside."
He left and shut the door. I looked at the chest in front of me and then opened the drawer with his T-shirts. Finding a white v-neck, I pulled it out. Now which drawer was the sweats again? Sorry, I'm still spun over from last night.
Opening the drawer below, I found his boxer shorts. I gaped but I saw one that was sky blue and white pinstriped. Finding it a good choice, I pulled it out and headed to the bathroom. I washed up and just as I was about to put toothpaste on my finger, I saw his toothbrush.
Dare I? ... I dare.
I took his toothbrush and used it. Anastasia Steele would've been so proud of me!
Wearing his clothes I came out and opened the door. Arnav turned and his eyes went straight to my legs. His boxers were big, but not so much, so they hung around on my body. Come to the think of it, his pants hang around his waist too. Like they are right now!
"Interesting choice," he simply said. "It's not like Etta to put stuff in the wrong place."
"I forgot which drawer you said because-"
I stopped myself. Oops! Nearly told him! But from his smirk I knew he understood. He kissed me again and held my waist.
"How do you feel," he asked.
"Slightly sore."
He smiled. "Good to know. Come."
He led me downstairs and we went into the kitchen. Etta was there and she smiled at us.
"Good morning Mr. Raizada, Ms. Gupta."
"Please, call me Khushi," I smiled.
She nodded and then served us breakfast. We sat down and started to eat.
Arnav drank some OJ. "You sure you feel okay?"
I nodded. Although I felt somewhat confused. I mean, I don't know why, but... he is serious isn't he? About us? I mean if he just dumped me then-
"You sure," he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah," I smiled timidly.
No! He wouldn't do that! He sounds so caring. But what does he mean by earlier? I mean what am I doing to him? Am I making him active?
Huh?
We finished breakfast and Etta came in with my dress.
"Fresh and clean," she smiled.
I smiled. "Thank you Etta- you don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
"Absolutely not," she smiled.
She handed me the dress and honestly, it looked better than the way I bought it. Leading me to the bathroom, Arnav waited outside as I changed. Honestly, I wanted to remember last night and yesterday. ... so... ;-)
I came out and held the stuff bundled. Etta also stood outside and she took the T-shirt and left. Arnav held out his hand and led me to the living room.
"Wait here," he said. "I'll be quick."
I nodded and he left the room. Few minutes later he came back in a crisp purple t-shirt and jeans, and a black leather jacket. Once again, he had a Gucci belt; purple this time. He held my hand and kissed it.
"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm taking you home," he said.
Aww! He doesn't want me to leave!
"Ready?"
I nodded. "Mm hmm."
We walked out to the foyer and he shut the door. He called the elevator and we stepped in when it arrived. When we got on, we stepped all the way to the back.
As the elevator went down, Arnav stroked his thumb on the top of my hand. And then out of nowhere, he pushed me back against the elevator and kissed me. At first my eyes were wide, taken by surprise, and then I melted and kissed him back. My hands went to his hair and I tugged on it as his kiss pleasured me. He must've been pleasured too because I felt a bulge.
Ooh?! Sex on the elevator?! Oh please, oh please, oh please?!
-_-
I'm asking for elevator sex. ... and I've only had sex once.
Smh -_-
Arnav broke away and we looked at each other as we caught our breath.
"Whoa," he simply said.
"Whoa," I agreed.
He kissed me lightly again and rested his forehead on mine. "What are you doing to me?"
There he goes with that question again. Confusion is coming back to my head again.
The elevator dinged! and we arrived to the garage. Arnav walked up to the black BMW and unlocked it with the click of a button. He held the door open for me and I smiled at him and sat in. He went around the front and sat and started up the car, putting on his aviators. He moved up and the garage door opened and we drove out into traffic.
Manhattan was bright and the people were out. As we halted to a red light, there were some girls standing at the corner for the walking man to appear. As soon as they saw Arnav, they ogled him and I went green.
Back off! He's mine! At least, he is mine... right?
As the girls walked in front of the car, they waved flirtatiously at him, but he paid no attention to them. They scowled at me, and I just looked down at my feet. Arnav reached out and held my hand and my eyes shot up at him. He smiled and I heard the girls gasp.
Luckily, the light changed and they were gone, so we drove away. Getting on the Brooklyn bridge, we got into Brooklyn. We arrived in front of my apartment building and he sighed.
"We're here," he simply said.
I nodded. "We are."
He leaned towards me and kissed me. "I don't want you to go."
"Come inside."
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I have work."
I couldn't help myself but to pout. He chuckled lightly and kissed me again.
"Thanks for coming last night," he smiled lightly. "It meant a lot to me."
"I'm glad it did. And it meant a lot for me too," and boy did it!
He smiled and pecked my cheek. "Oh yeah, before I forget."
He reached back and picked up a small box wrapped in red gift wrapping and there was a golden bow on top. "For you."
I looked at it and blinked. "You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to."
With no options, slowly, I reached out and took it. Shaking it slightly, there was a little rumble.
"Open it once you get inside," he admonished. "Not before."
I nodded.
Hmm...?
Kissing me once more, I stepped out. Going around, I gathered up the balls and bent towards him and kissed him. He looked bemused, but he smiled.
"Bye," I whispered.
"Bye."
I headed towards my building and went inside, taking one last look at him before I went in. When I got inside, I went directly to my bedroom and laid back in my bed.
What a night yesterday was. Standing up, I quickly took off my dress and wore a green t-shirt. I stood in front of my mirror and admired my new self:
New boyfriend, no longer a virgin, feeling giddy and somewhat confused, all gathered up inside me, Khushi Kumari Gupta, dressed in a green t-shirt and blue and white pinstriped boxers ;-)
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Chapter Nine
"I want you."
I blinked back to reality, hearing him say it a third time. Whoa! He wants me?
Arnav came in close. "There's this... pull, that I get from you.... I need to have you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Um... I don't know...? What should I say? I mean- oh boy.
Arnav moved closer, snaking his arms around my waist. He pulled me towards him and my body meshed into his, my hands going to his biceps, and is he built or what?! Our eyes interlocked as we gazed at each other.
He's right. There is a strange pull. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is something. Even if I knew what it was, words wouldn't even be able to describe it.
He leaned his face closer to mine. My eyes drifted down to his lips. Wow, even his lips look sculpted. As I looked at them, they came closer, and I'm so still, I feel like I'm a statue. My mind isn't even working so I don't know whether or not if I want this.
But then his lips planted on mine, my eyes drifting shut. His lips were soft against mine and he lightly pecked it. And I must admit, it felt... right. I can't exactly explain, but it just felt right. It was like a bliss.
And now I wanted him to kiss me again.
Arnav leaned back in and kissed me again, this time it being more than a peck. His hold on me tightened and my hold on him tightened until I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I don't even know how long we kissed! We just did, and the only thing I thought of was how his lips felt on mine. And then the thought of his lips on my body came to mind and my mind paused.
Did I really just think that?
Arnav let go and leaned his forehead on mine. We both tugged on the air to catch out breath and then he looked at me.
"Stay tonight," he breathed.
I looked up at him. "What," I breathed back.
"Stay with me. Tonight."
I didn't know what to answer to that. I mean I like him....
Seems like Lavanya had already seen the future.
Arnav took my hand and led me back inside his room. He looked at me as he walked back and my eyes didn't come off of his. As he got to the bed, he stopped and brought me directly in front of him. We looked at each other for a moment and it felt like time had stopped.
"Stay with me," he whispered.
And I want to, so I nodded.
Arnav leaned in and kissed me. This time it was very passionate. His hands snaked around my waist and one of my hands automatically reached up and cupped his face. At the touch of my hand, Arnav growled at the back of his throat. He pulled me in closer and I felt a bulge.
Whoa boy! This man really wants me.
Arnav let go of my lips and brushed my hair aside, and traveled to my neck. He began to nibble on it, and I placed my arms on his shoulders and held onto him. He traveled to my exposed shoulder and began to softly nibble on it.
Out of the blue, he turned me around and my back collided to his chest. My breathing was so insane, I felt embarrassed. Arnav brushed my hair aside and blew on the nape of my neck. It made me shudder and I grasped onto his hands. I felt him smile and he began to tug and nibble on the nape of my neck.
*MATURE CONTENT*
His hands went under my dress and I felt myself tense. He soothed me with sweet nothing's, whispering them in my ear. Once I felt better, I eased myself and Arnav moved his hands up higher and wrapped it around my waist.
"You feel so soft," he whispered.
It made me shudder and I wanted his hands all over me.
"Higher," he asked.
What?
He roamed his hands over my belly and I understood.
"Yes," I whispered.
Omg, I sound weird!
I felt him smile and he raised them higher, below my breasts.
"Higher," he asked.
I nodded. Please, oh please do!
He moved them up slowly. In fact, painfully slowly. Finally he reached my breasts and he cupped them, over my strapless bra. A small moan escaped my mouth and he smiled once more.
"You like that," he whispered.
I nodded. "Yes," I whispered.
"Do you want me to continue?"
I breathed crazily. "Please," I practically begged.
He kissed my hair and lifted my dress all the way up and removed it. My hands came down, pausing right at my breasts, hovering. Arnav looked at me, and I could feel it. Holding my waist, he slowly turned me around.
"Look at me," he whispered.
But I couldn't. I felt so shy and embarrassed, I wanted to be taken away.
"Look at me," he repeated.
Slowly, I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes were dark and bold, his desire completely displayed. It made me blush and I looked down.
Slowly, he turned me to have my back against the bed. He walked us back slowly and had me lie down on his bed. My breathing went insane as I looked at him nearing in on me. He hovered above me and I gazed into his eyes, unable to remove them.
He kissed me softly on my forehead. My eyes shut automatically as I felt his soft lips on my forehead. He moved away and removed my pumps. He snaked his hands up my leg and I shivered at his touch.
When he came back up, he whispered, "so beautiful.... Absolutely beautiful."
Oh? I blushed immediately.
He leaned in and kissed me and I kissed him back. I cupped his face in my hand as he drew small circles on my thigh. His lips traveled to my neck and then he rubbed his nose through my cleavage. My hand automatically grasped his hair and I gasped.
He looked down at me and I looked up at him. His hands went to my back and I felt them creep up to my bra. He looked at me, as if asking for permission. I lifted myself up and he unclasped my bra. Painfully slowly, he removed my bra.
I wanted to cover myself, but I couldn't. I was still, paralyzed by his stares. He leaned in and kissed me again and then slowly went down. From my lips, to my neck, and then straight to my breasts. Placing them in his mouth, he sucked on them softly. I grasped onto his hair and moaned out in pleasure. He massaged the other breast, giving each breast the same, good amount of pleasure.
Moans escaped my mouth as he continued with his sweet torture.
Arnav let go and looked down at me. "Are you ready," he whispered,
"Mm hmm."
He hooked his thumbs to my panty and I lifted my tush up. He removed it slowly and then gazed at my body. I gazed away at him, realizing that I, Khushi Kumari Gupta was entirely naked and on display for Arnav Singh Raizada.
He kissed me again and began to unbutton his shirt. I reached up and helped him as well and then he got up to get rid of it. He unbuckled his belt and tossed it aside.
If that were me, I'd place that Louis belt carefully aside.
He came back in and kissed me again and he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He removed them, along with his boxers, never breaking the kiss.
I gasped as I felt his manhood against me. Arnav let go and nibbled on my neck.
"You ready," he whispered against me.
I nodded. "Ready," I whispered.
He let go and reached out to his bedside table. He opened the drawer and took out a foil packet.
Condoms! And he's prepared!
He ripped the packet open and placed it on. I gaped at the size of his thing and gulped.
Oh dear.
He leaned in and pecks my lips softly. "Don't worry. You'll expand."
I nodded. Seems like he knows his stuff.
Kissing me again, it was intense. Passionate, yet intense. I felt his manhood again and moaned. He let go of my lips and positioned himself.
"Ready," he asked.
I gulped and nodded. "Yes," I whispered.
Slowly, he sank into me.
"Argh," I cried out and grasped onto his shoulders tightly, my fingers sinking into his skin. He stilled and looked down at me.
"You're so tight," he said in pleasure. "You okay?"
I nodded, my wide eyes looking at his intense ones. He pulled out slowly and then slammed back in and I cried out again. My body shook at the impact and from his gaze.
"Again," he asked.
I nodded. "Please," I practically begged.
He slammed in again, making me cry out in both pleasure and pain. He slammed into me again, this time not stopping. I clutched onto his biceps, my nails trying to dig into his skin. Every time his body met mine, I cried out. Our breathing was so off and ragged, I didn't feel so embarrassed about it anymore.
I felt something going on. Like a build up or something. Oh gosh, what is happening?
"Let go," he said, his breath ragged.
He thrusted faster and I couldn't control myself anymore. I cried out as I came apart, holding onto him tightly, shattering into a million pieces. Arnav thrusted even faster and then stilled as he cried out my name and came.
Now I know why people love sex so much.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him with his lips on my forehead. He kissed it and then looked down at me. We gazed at each other for what? Seconds? Minutes? But eventually he pulled away and I winced. He rolled beside me and removed the condom and threw it out in the trash. He looked back at me as I caught on my breath, my chest heaving. Leaning in, Arnav kissed me softly on my lips and wrapped his arm around my waist and cuddled me into him.
"How do you feel," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.
"Okay. Hurts a little."
He nodded. "You know, at first I thought that this night would go on for a long time..."
I blushed.
"... but I knew from the way you were hesitant that you must've been a virgin."
My jaw dropped and I flushed.
He chuckled and kissed me again. "It's okay. I'm glad I'm your first."
I looked down at his toned body.
"And I hope to be the only one."
My eyes shot up at his. Me? And him? Only him?
Hallelujah people!
I smiled timidly and he kissed my forehead.
"Get some sleep," he whispered.
I nodded and got up slightly to readjust the pillow when I saw blood all over the sheets.
Arnav looked at what I was looking at. "Etta's gonna have some thought about that."
And I flushed. Right! Arnav Singh Raizada doesn't do his own laundry.
Arnav fixed my pillow and I laid my head down. He snuggled me into him and we fell asleep. In these past few years, tonight was a night that slept contently.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Chapter Eight
We went into the eat-in kitchen, the island filled with food. We sat at the four-seat table and Margaretta served us Shrimp Scampi with Linguini. Taking one forkful, I felt like I was in heaven.
"This is really good," I said.
Arnav nodded. "Etta's cooking is amazing."
I scrunched my eyebrows. "Etta?"
"Short for Margaretta."
"Oh," and I felt stupid.
"So what are you majoring in," Arnav asked.
"Accounting. Gonna do my CPA soon."
"Thats cool. Any ideas where you wanna work?"
"I'm not sure. But if I get into a big company, then that would be great. Better pay, you know, so... yeah."
Arnav's lip curved. "You seem like a person who's capable of a big company."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
He mimicked my expression back, and he looked super duper cute. "Really."
Eeep!
"In fact," he continued, "you'd be perfect for AR."
Is he offering me a job? "Um, I'll keep it in mind?"
"Are you asking or stating," he asked, his lips somewhat curved.
Oof! "Stating."
He smiled and continued to eat, and so did I. Soon we finished and Margaretta took the plates away.
"Would you like some wine," he asked, wiping his mouth with the clothed napkin.
"Um, I've never had wine before," I said, feeling pathetic.
Arnav stood up and held his hand out. I took it and stood up and he guided me towards him.
"Then maybe tonight can be your first," he questioned, as if asking for permission.
I simply nodded.
He smiled. "Good. Come with me."
He led me to the stairs and we went downstairs. Wait, but isn't that the guest apartment?
Going into the guest apartment, it was just like the rest of the penthouse, following the same theme. We walked into a room, seeing nothing but wine bottles.
"The wine cellar," he said.
Oh right!
I looked around and it seemed really cool to see all these bottles. "Do you collect?"
"No, but I do fancy it."
I looked at him with a slight smirk. "Fancy?"
His lips curved. "Fancy."
And I had to giggle.
Arnav went to a shelf and picked up a bottle. "Chardonnay. Guess it'll do for now. Come," and he held his hand out.
I placed mine in his and we walked out. Wow, how many times have we held hands so far? With my ex, we barely held hands. Hmph, that jerk! Whatever!
We went into the kitchen and he told me to wait as he got two flute glasses. He filled them up and handed me a glass.
"Try it," he said.
And I did, and I must admit, it was pretty good.
"I like it," I said lightly.
He smiled and held my hand again. "Come with me."
And I followed him back upstairs to his room. We went out to the terrace and looked out to the city. It was stunning! The lights were shining brightly and the view was spectacular! I've only seen images on google on how it looks, but to experience it first hand is just breath taking.
"You like it," He asked.
"I absolutely love it. You know, I've only seen images online, but this is amazing!"
I looked out to the city below, all the lights glinting in the dark clear night. What more could a person ask for? This is the perfect view and I'm witnessing it with my own two eyes, drinking champagne with Arnav Singh Raizada.
Once we finished them, he placed them down on a table inside and we continued to look out at the view.
"Khushi?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"And you'll be honest?"
I nodded. What's there to hide?
He looked up at me. "Why did you say yes?"
I froze. "W-w-what?"
"How come you said yes?"
I gulped and looked left to right. Crap! And I said I would say the truth! Damn! Once I tell him, he'll think I'm a creeper or something.
That's it. It's over tonight. End. Done. Over.
"I... I," but I could t get it out.
"You...?"
"I... was curious."
"You were curious?" He seemed confused.
"I mean..." and I began to blurt, "you're rich and successful, yet you do pot and it made no sense, so I thought of finding out more about you, so I went online and researched about you, reading your bio on your company website, articles, and a whole bunch of other sites, but didn't learn anything so when you asked me out, I got curious and said yes cause I wanted to know more," and I took a deep breath and then looked at him.
He just blinked once, looking at me. He had no expression on his face and I knew it then that he would be sending me home that second. But then something else happened. Arnav's lips curved and his eyes filled with humor.
"You what," Arnav said, unable to hold back his chuckle.
I felt myself go crimson red and he couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing. He turned the other way, trying to control his laughter, and I clutched onto the railing and hoped miraculously, that I would be taken away from the world this instant.
Arnav faced me again. "I'm... I'm sorry," he tried to control his laughter. "Just that..." he stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to be so rude."
"It's okay," I mumbled.
Arnav held my hand and gently squeezed it. "Hey, it's okay. I guess the only reason why I had the outburst is cause that's a first."
A first? I looked at him confused.
"No one has ever bothered to find out anything about me. No one has ever wanted to get any info on me. They just said yes to get in the limelight."
"Well... that's lousy."
Arnav nodded. "Yeah.... And I think... I like what you did."
"Meaning?"
"Other women I've dated only dated me for my occupation and money, but you..." he looked at me. "You're different."
"Different?"
He nodded. "You actually cared to find out who I am instead of looking for money bags."
That actually made me lightly chuckled. "I guess for once I've done something good."
He cupped my face. "Don't say things like that. There's a reason why I asked you out. You're not like those women, who only agreed for their own benefit. But you did it because you actually had some interest."
It is true. "Yeah," I said, looking down.
Arnav just looked at me a few seconds, letting go of me. "There's something about you."
I scrunched my eyebrows and looked up at him.
"There's a strange feeling I have about you."
Oh great! Now I'm strange?
"It's not bad, but... but a good strange."
A good strange?
"I don't know, but there is something about you. Something special."
Eeep! Me? Special? Well then!
"I want you."
Rich boy say what now?
"E-excuse me," I stuttered.
"I want you."
And my jaw hit the floor.
"This is really good," I said.
Arnav nodded. "Etta's cooking is amazing."
I scrunched my eyebrows. "Etta?"
"Short for Margaretta."
"Oh," and I felt stupid.
"So what are you majoring in," Arnav asked.
"Accounting. Gonna do my CPA soon."
"Thats cool. Any ideas where you wanna work?"
"I'm not sure. But if I get into a big company, then that would be great. Better pay, you know, so... yeah."
Arnav's lip curved. "You seem like a person who's capable of a big company."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
He mimicked my expression back, and he looked super duper cute. "Really."
Eeep!
"In fact," he continued, "you'd be perfect for AR."
Is he offering me a job? "Um, I'll keep it in mind?"
"Are you asking or stating," he asked, his lips somewhat curved.
Oof! "Stating."
He smiled and continued to eat, and so did I. Soon we finished and Margaretta took the plates away.
"Would you like some wine," he asked, wiping his mouth with the clothed napkin.
"Um, I've never had wine before," I said, feeling pathetic.
Arnav stood up and held his hand out. I took it and stood up and he guided me towards him.
"Then maybe tonight can be your first," he questioned, as if asking for permission.
I simply nodded.
He smiled. "Good. Come with me."
He led me to the stairs and we went downstairs. Wait, but isn't that the guest apartment?
Going into the guest apartment, it was just like the rest of the penthouse, following the same theme. We walked into a room, seeing nothing but wine bottles.
"The wine cellar," he said.
Oh right!
I looked around and it seemed really cool to see all these bottles. "Do you collect?"
"No, but I do fancy it."
I looked at him with a slight smirk. "Fancy?"
His lips curved. "Fancy."
And I had to giggle.
Arnav went to a shelf and picked up a bottle. "Chardonnay. Guess it'll do for now. Come," and he held his hand out.
I placed mine in his and we walked out. Wow, how many times have we held hands so far? With my ex, we barely held hands. Hmph, that jerk! Whatever!
We went into the kitchen and he told me to wait as he got two flute glasses. He filled them up and handed me a glass.
"Try it," he said.
And I did, and I must admit, it was pretty good.
"I like it," I said lightly.
He smiled and held my hand again. "Come with me."
And I followed him back upstairs to his room. We went out to the terrace and looked out to the city. It was stunning! The lights were shining brightly and the view was spectacular! I've only seen images on google on how it looks, but to experience it first hand is just breath taking.
"You like it," He asked.
"I absolutely love it. You know, I've only seen images online, but this is amazing!"
I looked out to the city below, all the lights glinting in the dark clear night. What more could a person ask for? This is the perfect view and I'm witnessing it with my own two eyes, drinking champagne with Arnav Singh Raizada.
Once we finished them, he placed them down on a table inside and we continued to look out at the view.
"Khushi?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"And you'll be honest?"
I nodded. What's there to hide?
He looked up at me. "Why did you say yes?"
I froze. "W-w-what?"
"How come you said yes?"
I gulped and looked left to right. Crap! And I said I would say the truth! Damn! Once I tell him, he'll think I'm a creeper or something.
That's it. It's over tonight. End. Done. Over.
"I... I," but I could t get it out.
"You...?"
"I... was curious."
"You were curious?" He seemed confused.
"I mean..." and I began to blurt, "you're rich and successful, yet you do pot and it made no sense, so I thought of finding out more about you, so I went online and researched about you, reading your bio on your company website, articles, and a whole bunch of other sites, but didn't learn anything so when you asked me out, I got curious and said yes cause I wanted to know more," and I took a deep breath and then looked at him.
He just blinked once, looking at me. He had no expression on his face and I knew it then that he would be sending me home that second. But then something else happened. Arnav's lips curved and his eyes filled with humor.
"You what," Arnav said, unable to hold back his chuckle.
I felt myself go crimson red and he couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing. He turned the other way, trying to control his laughter, and I clutched onto the railing and hoped miraculously, that I would be taken away from the world this instant.
Arnav faced me again. "I'm... I'm sorry," he tried to control his laughter. "Just that..." he stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to be so rude."
"It's okay," I mumbled.
Arnav held my hand and gently squeezed it. "Hey, it's okay. I guess the only reason why I had the outburst is cause that's a first."
A first? I looked at him confused.
"No one has ever bothered to find out anything about me. No one has ever wanted to get any info on me. They just said yes to get in the limelight."
"Well... that's lousy."
Arnav nodded. "Yeah.... And I think... I like what you did."
"Meaning?"
"Other women I've dated only dated me for my occupation and money, but you..." he looked at me. "You're different."
"Different?"
He nodded. "You actually cared to find out who I am instead of looking for money bags."
That actually made me lightly chuckled. "I guess for once I've done something good."
He cupped my face. "Don't say things like that. There's a reason why I asked you out. You're not like those women, who only agreed for their own benefit. But you did it because you actually had some interest."
It is true. "Yeah," I said, looking down.
Arnav just looked at me a few seconds, letting go of me. "There's something about you."
I scrunched my eyebrows and looked up at him.
"There's a strange feeling I have about you."
Oh great! Now I'm strange?
"It's not bad, but... but a good strange."
A good strange?
"I don't know, but there is something about you. Something special."
Eeep! Me? Special? Well then!
"I want you."
Rich boy say what now?
"E-excuse me," I stuttered.
"I want you."
And my jaw hit the floor.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Chapter Seven
Yesterday I didn't feel so bad, but today?
Help!
It's Friday and I'm not feeling so great. My stomach is fluttering like hell and I don't know how to control it! Throughout the day, I tried not to think about our date, but it kept coming back to me.
I went to track and tried to work my mind off of it, but I couldn't. It stuck onto my brain like a tattoo.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body
Like a tattoo! (Like a tattoo, yeah!)
Sorry! Got distracted again. But hey it helped! At least, for the moment.
The sun was shining bright and there was a slight breeze blowing now and then. It felt just right and since I was sweating from my 12 laps, I needed this.
"Alright girls," the coach yelled, "off the track!"
We went to the benches and I picked up my water bottle and poured it on me. It felt amazing.
But it was a bad idea.
"Khushi?"
Uh oh. It's him.
I slowly turned and saw Arnav. He was wearing a light purple shirt with black jeans, his purple Gucci belt on display.
"U-um hi," I stuttered.
He looked me up and down and I felt shy all of a sudden. I was wearing a black tank top with red shorts, most of it sticking onto my body. I have too much skin on display and I'm not sure how I feel about this.
"Hey," he finally said. "What's up?"
"Not much. ... Um... how'd you find me?"
"I was passing by yesterday when I saw you," he admitted. "So that's how I knew where you were."
"Oh."
He ran his hand through his hair and I suddenly feel like touching it. It looks so soft, I want to run my hand through it.
"So about tonight," he began.
Is he gonna cancel? No!
"My driver will pick you up," he said.
Phew! ... wait what? Why am I so relieved?
"Um, that's cool," I said.
"Great," he smiled lightly. "He'll pick you up at seven. Black BMW."
"Okay," I smiled timidly, and then gave him my address.
His lips curved and I wondered what humored him. Was it me all soaking wet? I hope not! And if I'm smelling of sweat... oh that's just embarrassing.
He nodded and then turned away to leave. I watched as his figure got tiny and then turned to see the rest of my team swooning for him.
Geez, he affects every girl. So it's not just me, I guess. But you can't blame him. I mean he's just so hot!
I think I'm PMSing. It must be that.
When I got home, I thought of what Lavanya said. What if I did end up doing it tonight? What if I did lose my virginity to him? Do I want to lose it to him? I mean, he's sexy, smoking hot, everything in the book.
But would he make a move? I mean he's rich, and I'm middle class. He might not want to, since I might use it against him, which I would NEVER do because that's ridiculous. But would he think that? I hope not.
But the main question is do I? I mean I want to lose it to someone who seems worthy of me. But in this case, now I feel like if it's whether I'm worthy of him, inserting his position and him in mine.
Opening my laptop, I went through all the bookmarked pages I had of him. Looking through all the interviews, articles, and pictures of him, I had my Eureka! moment. I am into this guy, considering the fact that I have research on him and that he makes me swoon time to time, and makes my body feel hyper sensitive time to time.
Getting up to take a shower, I went to the bathroom, disposed of my clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror. I needed some work to be done, so I grabbed my razor and Veet, and got to work.
After a nice, warm shower, I felt amazing. I got the energy I needed and was prepared for this date. Now let's just see what Arnav has in store. I bet his place is huge, but I'm sure I'll be able to take it in.
At the strike of seven, I heard a car honking. I looked out the window and gaped at the sleek, shiny, black BMW.
Oh, boys and their toys. They treat them like their life depends on it.
Grabbing my keys and putting on my jacket, I headed out into the slightly breezy night. The driver came out and held my door open for me.
Well that was really nice.
Looking in, I saw him. There he was, in a light gray button down, one-button blazer, and jeans, along with his Louis belt, looking stunning as ever. it made me gulp and feel guilty for being next to a man like him.
"Hi," Arnav said as I sat.
"Hi. ... you came?"
He nodded.
"I thought I was going to see you there, so...."
He looked down and smiled, then looked back up at me. "I felt like coming. To see you immediately."
And I felt my heart race. That was just really sweet of him, and I felt myself blush.
"That's kind of you," I said shyly.
He smiled and leaned in, and pecked my cheek. That took me by surprise and I gazed at him.
"I've been waiting to do that for a while," he whispered.
I felt myself blush even more and I just wanted to melt. He's been waiting? To kiss me? Whoa!
Now that's a first.
We pulled away and headed into Manhattan. I was really curious where he lived. Could it be Soho?
"I hope I don't end up boring you tonight," he said.
I smiled softly. "I don't think you will."
"So much faith?"
I nodded. "Mm hmm."
Thanks to traffic being swift and clear, we made it into Manhattan fast. After driving a bit more, we stopped and I wondered if we were here.
Arnav smiled lightly. "We're here."
He stepped out and I looked up and gaped. We were outside the CitySpire Building. No way!
The driver opened the door for me and Arnav held his hand out for me. Taking his hand, I got out, gazing at him. He is such a gentleman, unlike past men I've met.
He led me inside the building and the doorman tilted his hat at us. I felt so royal at that point. Getting into an elevator, he typed in a pass code and the elevator moved up.
"I can't believe you live in the CitySpire," I said. "I've read articles about this place."
"Really?"
I nodded. "The penthouse of this building is about 100 million dollars or so. And I've seen pictures and it's beautiful," I gushed. "But I don't think anyone has bought it."
"You'd be surprised."
"Really?"
He nodded. "You'll see. Surprise."
Surprise? Huh?
The elevator went higher up and I wondered how high up he lived. We kept going and going until it finally stopped. The doors opened and he gestured me out and I did. Coming onto the landing, I saw the floor plate reading "73rd Floor."
No. Way.
I looked up at Arnav and he smiled, moving towards the door.
"73rd floor," I managed to speak.
He nodded.
"Meaning...."
Arnav opened the door, leading into the beautiful foyer. "The Penthouse."
I gaped. HE owns the PENTHOUSE?! Holy- damn, this guy is filthy rich then! And he invited me over? Oh I'm so not in his league.
He held his hand out and I went towards him and slowly held it. He tightened his grip, holding me securely, and I thank him for doing so. Otherwise I probably would've fainted.
Going through the foyer, we entered the gallery and then turned right, going into the living room. I had seen the floor plans to this place online. Throughout the whole penthouse, outside, it wrapped the penthouse with the terrace. The place was shaped into an octagon and this place is just plain pure amazing.
The only thing is that the whole place got a makeover. Instead of it looking all antique/vintage style, which is how I described it, it was redesigned to whites, grays, blacks and reds as well.
"Let me take your jacket," Arnav offered.
I nodded and took my jacket off, feeling slightly nervous. As I handed him my jacket, he just gazed at me. My shoulder was on full display, and instead, I felt butt naked.
He placed the jackets against the sofa and then gestured me to sit down.
"You redid the place," I asked as I sat on the white soft sofa.
"Yeah. Before, the theme just didn't suit me."
"So you redid some of the rooms?"
"Some? No, all of it," he said, looking proud.
Oh, men! But damn! The whole place? Let's see... 100 million dollars about, plus... oh that's just a lot of money.
"Would you like a tour," he asked kindly.
I've only seen pictures and floor plans, but should I?
"I'm sure you want to," he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.
That made me giggle. "Yes please."
He stood up and held his hand out and I took it as I stood up.
"That's a very lovely sound," he said.
And I felt myself blush again. That's one too many than the last guy I was with, or any guy, or that matter.
He took me around the penthouse and I still couldn't believe I was actually here, inside this 100 million dollar penthouse!
OMG!!!!
We went from room to room and ended at the top floor, the 75th floor. The last room we went into was the master bedroom, his bedroom. It was gray, white and silver, the room looking pure. His larger-than king sized bed was made, side tables on both sides with gray metallic looking lamps.
"Wow... you're place is stunningly beautiful," I said.
"Thanks."
There was a knock at the door and we turned to see and a woman stood there.
"Khushi, meet Margaretta, my housekeeper," Arnav said. "And Margaretta, this is Miss Gupta."
"Hello Miss Gupta," Margaretta said.
"Please, call me Khushi," I said.
She nodded. "Mr. Raizada, dinner is ready."
Arnav nodded. "We'll be there in a moment."
She nodded and left.
"She seems nice," I said.
"Yeah, she is. Come, I'll bring you back up here later."
"Okay," I said shyly, and we went downstairs from the private elevator.
Hmm... do I want to come back upstairs? To his room?
I do.
Help!
It's Friday and I'm not feeling so great. My stomach is fluttering like hell and I don't know how to control it! Throughout the day, I tried not to think about our date, but it kept coming back to me.
I went to track and tried to work my mind off of it, but I couldn't. It stuck onto my brain like a tattoo.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body
Like a tattoo! (Like a tattoo, yeah!)
Sorry! Got distracted again. But hey it helped! At least, for the moment.
The sun was shining bright and there was a slight breeze blowing now and then. It felt just right and since I was sweating from my 12 laps, I needed this.
"Alright girls," the coach yelled, "off the track!"
We went to the benches and I picked up my water bottle and poured it on me. It felt amazing.
But it was a bad idea.
"Khushi?"
Uh oh. It's him.
I slowly turned and saw Arnav. He was wearing a light purple shirt with black jeans, his purple Gucci belt on display.
"U-um hi," I stuttered.
He looked me up and down and I felt shy all of a sudden. I was wearing a black tank top with red shorts, most of it sticking onto my body. I have too much skin on display and I'm not sure how I feel about this.
"Hey," he finally said. "What's up?"
"Not much. ... Um... how'd you find me?"
"I was passing by yesterday when I saw you," he admitted. "So that's how I knew where you were."
"Oh."
He ran his hand through his hair and I suddenly feel like touching it. It looks so soft, I want to run my hand through it.
"So about tonight," he began.
Is he gonna cancel? No!
"My driver will pick you up," he said.
Phew! ... wait what? Why am I so relieved?
"Um, that's cool," I said.
"Great," he smiled lightly. "He'll pick you up at seven. Black BMW."
"Okay," I smiled timidly, and then gave him my address.
His lips curved and I wondered what humored him. Was it me all soaking wet? I hope not! And if I'm smelling of sweat... oh that's just embarrassing.
He nodded and then turned away to leave. I watched as his figure got tiny and then turned to see the rest of my team swooning for him.
Geez, he affects every girl. So it's not just me, I guess. But you can't blame him. I mean he's just so hot!
I think I'm PMSing. It must be that.
*~*
When I got home, I thought of what Lavanya said. What if I did end up doing it tonight? What if I did lose my virginity to him? Do I want to lose it to him? I mean, he's sexy, smoking hot, everything in the book.
But would he make a move? I mean he's rich, and I'm middle class. He might not want to, since I might use it against him, which I would NEVER do because that's ridiculous. But would he think that? I hope not.
But the main question is do I? I mean I want to lose it to someone who seems worthy of me. But in this case, now I feel like if it's whether I'm worthy of him, inserting his position and him in mine.
Opening my laptop, I went through all the bookmarked pages I had of him. Looking through all the interviews, articles, and pictures of him, I had my Eureka! moment. I am into this guy, considering the fact that I have research on him and that he makes me swoon time to time, and makes my body feel hyper sensitive time to time.
Getting up to take a shower, I went to the bathroom, disposed of my clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror. I needed some work to be done, so I grabbed my razor and Veet, and got to work.
*~*
After a nice, warm shower, I felt amazing. I got the energy I needed and was prepared for this date. Now let's just see what Arnav has in store. I bet his place is huge, but I'm sure I'll be able to take it in.
At the strike of seven, I heard a car honking. I looked out the window and gaped at the sleek, shiny, black BMW.
Oh, boys and their toys. They treat them like their life depends on it.
Grabbing my keys and putting on my jacket, I headed out into the slightly breezy night. The driver came out and held my door open for me.
Well that was really nice.
Looking in, I saw him. There he was, in a light gray button down, one-button blazer, and jeans, along with his Louis belt, looking stunning as ever. it made me gulp and feel guilty for being next to a man like him.
"Hi," Arnav said as I sat.
"Hi. ... you came?"
He nodded.
"I thought I was going to see you there, so...."
He looked down and smiled, then looked back up at me. "I felt like coming. To see you immediately."
And I felt my heart race. That was just really sweet of him, and I felt myself blush.
"That's kind of you," I said shyly.
He smiled and leaned in, and pecked my cheek. That took me by surprise and I gazed at him.
"I've been waiting to do that for a while," he whispered.
I felt myself blush even more and I just wanted to melt. He's been waiting? To kiss me? Whoa!
Now that's a first.
We pulled away and headed into Manhattan. I was really curious where he lived. Could it be Soho?
"I hope I don't end up boring you tonight," he said.
I smiled softly. "I don't think you will."
"So much faith?"
I nodded. "Mm hmm."
Thanks to traffic being swift and clear, we made it into Manhattan fast. After driving a bit more, we stopped and I wondered if we were here.
Arnav smiled lightly. "We're here."
He stepped out and I looked up and gaped. We were outside the CitySpire Building. No way!
The driver opened the door for me and Arnav held his hand out for me. Taking his hand, I got out, gazing at him. He is such a gentleman, unlike past men I've met.
He led me inside the building and the doorman tilted his hat at us. I felt so royal at that point. Getting into an elevator, he typed in a pass code and the elevator moved up.
"I can't believe you live in the CitySpire," I said. "I've read articles about this place."
"Really?"
I nodded. "The penthouse of this building is about 100 million dollars or so. And I've seen pictures and it's beautiful," I gushed. "But I don't think anyone has bought it."
"You'd be surprised."
"Really?"
He nodded. "You'll see. Surprise."
Surprise? Huh?
The elevator went higher up and I wondered how high up he lived. We kept going and going until it finally stopped. The doors opened and he gestured me out and I did. Coming onto the landing, I saw the floor plate reading "73rd Floor."
No. Way.
I looked up at Arnav and he smiled, moving towards the door.
"73rd floor," I managed to speak.
He nodded.
"Meaning...."
Arnav opened the door, leading into the beautiful foyer. "The Penthouse."
I gaped. HE owns the PENTHOUSE?! Holy- damn, this guy is filthy rich then! And he invited me over? Oh I'm so not in his league.
He held his hand out and I went towards him and slowly held it. He tightened his grip, holding me securely, and I thank him for doing so. Otherwise I probably would've fainted.
Going through the foyer, we entered the gallery and then turned right, going into the living room. I had seen the floor plans to this place online. Throughout the whole penthouse, outside, it wrapped the penthouse with the terrace. The place was shaped into an octagon and this place is just plain pure amazing.
The only thing is that the whole place got a makeover. Instead of it looking all antique/vintage style, which is how I described it, it was redesigned to whites, grays, blacks and reds as well.
"Let me take your jacket," Arnav offered.
I nodded and took my jacket off, feeling slightly nervous. As I handed him my jacket, he just gazed at me. My shoulder was on full display, and instead, I felt butt naked.
He placed the jackets against the sofa and then gestured me to sit down.
"You redid the place," I asked as I sat on the white soft sofa.
"Yeah. Before, the theme just didn't suit me."
"So you redid some of the rooms?"
"Some? No, all of it," he said, looking proud.
Oh, men! But damn! The whole place? Let's see... 100 million dollars about, plus... oh that's just a lot of money.
"Would you like a tour," he asked kindly.
I've only seen pictures and floor plans, but should I?
"I'm sure you want to," he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.
That made me giggle. "Yes please."
He stood up and held his hand out and I took it as I stood up.
"That's a very lovely sound," he said.
And I felt myself blush again. That's one too many than the last guy I was with, or any guy, or that matter.
He took me around the penthouse and I still couldn't believe I was actually here, inside this 100 million dollar penthouse!
OMG!!!!
We went from room to room and ended at the top floor, the 75th floor. The last room we went into was the master bedroom, his bedroom. It was gray, white and silver, the room looking pure. His larger-than king sized bed was made, side tables on both sides with gray metallic looking lamps.
"Wow... you're place is stunningly beautiful," I said.
"Thanks."
There was a knock at the door and we turned to see and a woman stood there.
"Khushi, meet Margaretta, my housekeeper," Arnav said. "And Margaretta, this is Miss Gupta."
"Hello Miss Gupta," Margaretta said.
"Please, call me Khushi," I said.
She nodded. "Mr. Raizada, dinner is ready."
Arnav nodded. "We'll be there in a moment."
She nodded and left.
"She seems nice," I said.
"Yeah, she is. Come, I'll bring you back up here later."
"Okay," I said shyly, and we went downstairs from the private elevator.
Hmm... do I want to come back upstairs? To his room?
I do.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Chapter Six
Placing my iPad in my bag, I got up and headed out. Lavanya needed to rush to her next class because she had a test, so I let her go. Once I got out to the hallway, all the tension from the presentation went bye-bye.
"Khushi!"
I froze. Uh oh. This can't be good.
Turning on my heels, I looked back and saw Arnav. He was looking directly at me and started coming my way.
What does he want?
Arnav stood inches away and looked down at me. "Hi Khushi."
The way he says my name... it's making me swoon! But why?
"Um, hi?"
He looked down at his shoes and then back up at me. "Um, I wanted to ask you something."
I scrunched my eyebrows. "Ask me...?"
"Um, are you free friday night?"
What. In. The. World?! Pot- Arnav is asking me out? On a date? Wah?
"U-um... y-yeah?"
"Are you sure? I mean you sound like you're asking me if you're free," he said, the corner of his lips slightly curving.
I shook my head clear. "No, I mean, I'm free- Friday night, that is... yeah...?"
Arnav smiled, looking down and then back at me. Aww! His smile is so cute! He looks so young!
"So would you be able to come to my place Friday night," he asked.
"Um...."
Do I want to go? I mean- wait a minute. Maybe I can find out some information on him. I mean I'm curious about this man, so....
"Sure," I said. "I'd be able to come," I smiled timidly.
He smiled again and boy does he look cute. "Great. I'll see you around."
"Okay."
He smiled and left.
Well this just got interesting.
"You did what," Lavanya exclaimed.
I knew she would kinda freak.
"He asked you out? On a date?!"
I nodded and moved to another bookshelf. We were in Barnes & Nobles.
"He asked you out? To his place? Big corporate guy with money bags in every corner of his room? Him?"
I nodded. "The one, the only."
Lavanya's jaw dropped to the floor. "I can't believe it!"
"Nor can I."
We moved to another shelf and I think what I'm looking for should be here.
"But wait; Khushi you don't sound so excited."
I looked at her. "Should I be?"
I really don't know.
"Well yeah! I mean Arnav fucking Raizada asked you out on a date!"
"Shh," someone hissed out.
"Sorry," she hissed and then she looked at me. "Well?"
"I don't know, I mean... where is he and where am I?"
"Khushi, don't think that. I mean seriously, ever since you told me how you guys met, it seemed like something would happen between you two."
"Oh really?"
I found what I was looking for and pulled it out.
"Yes," she replied. "But I don't know. You're attitude towards it seems...."
I placed the books on the register. "Seems what?"
"Like you're not exactly saying yes cause you like him."
The guy at the register looked up at me and I looked from Lavanya to him. The guy's eyes were wide and I kept a straight face.
"Can you please hurry," I said kindly.
The guy snapped back to reality and did his job.
"Well," Lavanya asked.
I looked at her. "Well Lav, it's been some time since I've had a relationship, focusing on school and all. Especially after.... And I mean he's a rich, successful guy so... I don't know."
Truth be told, this was also the truth.
"Oh sweetie, don't worry. He may be rich, but I'm sure he'll be nice."
I smiled softly. "Thanks."
The guy handed me my bag with his eyes wide.
Seriously?
"It's just the Fifty Shades Trilogy," I exclaimed at the guy, and then left, the guy shaking his head.
"So what are you going to wear," Lavanya asked as she got comfy on my sofa.
"I don't know."
"Do you have anything in mind?"
"No."
"Sweetie friday is tomorrow!"
"No. It the day after tomorrow."
"Whatever. All I'm saying is we need to find you a dress. ... and I know just the one!"
"And which one would that be?"
Lavanya went to my bedroom and I followed her in. She went through my stuff and pulled out a black dress from my closet. "Now this baby is sexy."
It was an off-the-shoulder black mini dress:
"I don't know," I said unsure. "I don't know how I feel about showing my shoulder."
"Are you serious? You always say that! Then what was the point of buying the dress?"
"Because it's so cute!"
I reached out for it and put it in front of me and looked in the mirror.
"And it'll look cute on you," Lavanya exclaimed. "You are wearing that to his place. PERIOD."
"Should I?"
"Yes you should! Khushi, you are going to show that man what you're made of. Understood?"
I nodded, but still unsure.
"Plus who knows, you might even..." and she wiggled her eyebrows.
Understanding what she meant, I gaped. "Lav, no!"
"Oh come on! Watch how you do."
"Lav no, okay? I mean with him...."
"With him...?"
"I don't know! I mean... he's hot, no doubt - I mean I realized that the first day I saw him - but... I don't know.... Plus I've never done it before."
"And what a good opportunity this is! You haven't had a boyfriend in three years!"
"Uh, four years-"
"My point exactly! It's time you've had something going on."
"Listen, just cause you and Aman have crossed that line, doesn't mean that I-"
"Hey! Aman and I is a whole other thing! We love each other as well-"
"Exactly. See, key word: love. Ding ding ding!"
Lavanya let out a deep sigh. "Look, if it happens, then best of luck. If not, then hey! Maybe next time, or with the next guy. Now go try on that dress. Hopefully it still fits."
"Ha. Ha," I frowned, and then went to change.
"Can I tell you something Kush?"
"Yeah," I yelled from the bathroom.
"From the way your intro went with Arnav, it's like those stories."
"Which stories?"
"You know, those romance stories we read all the time."
I came out of the bathroom and brushed the dress down. "Oh please."
"Okay A: you look hot, B: you are definitely wearing that to his place, and C: your story has just started."
"A: thank you, B: I guess? C: meaning?"
"A: you're welcome, B: YES. YOU. ARE. C: meaning there's something between you two. A vibe. Something."
"You think?"
"Yes! I mean your intro and situation are so novel like."
"I don't know...." I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. "Let's just see what Friday night holds."
"Khushi!"
I froze. Uh oh. This can't be good.
Turning on my heels, I looked back and saw Arnav. He was looking directly at me and started coming my way.
What does he want?
Arnav stood inches away and looked down at me. "Hi Khushi."
The way he says my name... it's making me swoon! But why?
"Um, hi?"
He looked down at his shoes and then back up at me. "Um, I wanted to ask you something."
I scrunched my eyebrows. "Ask me...?"
"Um, are you free friday night?"
What. In. The. World?! Pot- Arnav is asking me out? On a date? Wah?
"U-um... y-yeah?"
"Are you sure? I mean you sound like you're asking me if you're free," he said, the corner of his lips slightly curving.
I shook my head clear. "No, I mean, I'm free- Friday night, that is... yeah...?"
Arnav smiled, looking down and then back at me. Aww! His smile is so cute! He looks so young!
"So would you be able to come to my place Friday night," he asked.
"Um...."
Do I want to go? I mean- wait a minute. Maybe I can find out some information on him. I mean I'm curious about this man, so....
"Sure," I said. "I'd be able to come," I smiled timidly.
He smiled again and boy does he look cute. "Great. I'll see you around."
"Okay."
He smiled and left.
Well this just got interesting.
*~*
"You did what," Lavanya exclaimed.
I knew she would kinda freak.
"He asked you out? On a date?!"
I nodded and moved to another bookshelf. We were in Barnes & Nobles.
"He asked you out? To his place? Big corporate guy with money bags in every corner of his room? Him?"
I nodded. "The one, the only."
Lavanya's jaw dropped to the floor. "I can't believe it!"
"Nor can I."
We moved to another shelf and I think what I'm looking for should be here.
"But wait; Khushi you don't sound so excited."
I looked at her. "Should I be?"
I really don't know.
"Well yeah! I mean Arnav fucking Raizada asked you out on a date!"
"Shh," someone hissed out.
"Sorry," she hissed and then she looked at me. "Well?"
"I don't know, I mean... where is he and where am I?"
"Khushi, don't think that. I mean seriously, ever since you told me how you guys met, it seemed like something would happen between you two."
"Oh really?"
I found what I was looking for and pulled it out.
"Yes," she replied. "But I don't know. You're attitude towards it seems...."
I placed the books on the register. "Seems what?"
"Like you're not exactly saying yes cause you like him."
The guy at the register looked up at me and I looked from Lavanya to him. The guy's eyes were wide and I kept a straight face.
"Can you please hurry," I said kindly.
The guy snapped back to reality and did his job.
"Well," Lavanya asked.
I looked at her. "Well Lav, it's been some time since I've had a relationship, focusing on school and all. Especially after.... And I mean he's a rich, successful guy so... I don't know."
Truth be told, this was also the truth.
"Oh sweetie, don't worry. He may be rich, but I'm sure he'll be nice."
I smiled softly. "Thanks."
The guy handed me my bag with his eyes wide.
Seriously?
"It's just the Fifty Shades Trilogy," I exclaimed at the guy, and then left, the guy shaking his head.
*~*
"So what are you going to wear," Lavanya asked as she got comfy on my sofa.
"I don't know."
"Do you have anything in mind?"
"No."
"Sweetie friday is tomorrow!"
"No. It the day after tomorrow."
"Whatever. All I'm saying is we need to find you a dress. ... and I know just the one!"
"And which one would that be?"
Lavanya went to my bedroom and I followed her in. She went through my stuff and pulled out a black dress from my closet. "Now this baby is sexy."
It was an off-the-shoulder black mini dress:
"I don't know," I said unsure. "I don't know how I feel about showing my shoulder."
"Are you serious? You always say that! Then what was the point of buying the dress?"
"Because it's so cute!"
I reached out for it and put it in front of me and looked in the mirror.
"And it'll look cute on you," Lavanya exclaimed. "You are wearing that to his place. PERIOD."
"Should I?"
"Yes you should! Khushi, you are going to show that man what you're made of. Understood?"
I nodded, but still unsure.
"Plus who knows, you might even..." and she wiggled her eyebrows.
Understanding what she meant, I gaped. "Lav, no!"
"Oh come on! Watch how you do."
"Lav no, okay? I mean with him...."
"With him...?"
"I don't know! I mean... he's hot, no doubt - I mean I realized that the first day I saw him - but... I don't know.... Plus I've never done it before."
"And what a good opportunity this is! You haven't had a boyfriend in three years!"
"Uh, four years-"
"My point exactly! It's time you've had something going on."
"Listen, just cause you and Aman have crossed that line, doesn't mean that I-"
"Hey! Aman and I is a whole other thing! We love each other as well-"
"Exactly. See, key word: love. Ding ding ding!"
Lavanya let out a deep sigh. "Look, if it happens, then best of luck. If not, then hey! Maybe next time, or with the next guy. Now go try on that dress. Hopefully it still fits."
"Ha. Ha," I frowned, and then went to change.
"Can I tell you something Kush?"
"Yeah," I yelled from the bathroom.
"From the way your intro went with Arnav, it's like those stories."
"Which stories?"
"You know, those romance stories we read all the time."
I came out of the bathroom and brushed the dress down. "Oh please."
"Okay A: you look hot, B: you are definitely wearing that to his place, and C: your story has just started."
"A: thank you, B: I guess? C: meaning?"
"A: you're welcome, B: YES. YOU. ARE. C: meaning there's something between you two. A vibe. Something."
"You think?"
"Yes! I mean your intro and situation are so novel like."
"I don't know...." I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. "Let's just see what Friday night holds."
Chapter Five
As the period went on with more presentations, all the time, all I could think about was Arn- pothead. Like the other day, he sat behind me. And just like the other day, my neck was stinging and my back was burning.
Stop looking at me!
But all the while, I kept wondering what his reason could be to pot. I mean it just wouldn't leave my head. Arnav is a big guy, has bags and bags of money, yet he chooses to go on a dark path, basically killing himself.
Why?
"Alright class, that's it for today," the professor said.
Everyone got up to leave and as I left, I looked at Arnav. He was talking to the professor about something, when he looked up at me. I felt myself going crimson, and looked away and for some reason, felt guilty.
While getting out of the room, I was playing around with my ID, when some idiot bumped into me. Stupid people, watch where you're going! My ID fell and I really don't feel like bending down. I don't have to stretch until track, so really, right now, I don't feel like it.
Someone bent down in front of me and looked up at me. It was pothead. He stood up and held out my ID.
"I believe this is your's," he simply said.
I managed to nod, which I find weird, and reached out to take it. My hand moved slowly for some reason and my eyes remained on his. When my flesh touched his, I practically flinched. I looked at the card and his hand, and then back at his eyes. Pothead was already looking at me, and it made me gulp.
I quickly pulled my hand. "Th-tha-thanks pothead."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"I-I-I-I-I m-muh-muh-mean A-Arnav."
Shit! Did I just say that to his face?! Crap!
Not wasting another second, I ran down the hallway and escaped, and I cudda sworn that I heard him say "what the" and chuckle.
Myeh!
The next day went by as well, and to tell you the truth, I didn't feel so intimidated by him anymore. I didn't feel so weird at all as the period went on. I knew Arnav was looking right at me, but it didn't bother me so much. In fact, I kinda like it.
Weird. But I don't wanna think about it.
More groups presented and it was kinda cool by what they were doing. Some groups wanted to open a hair salon, while others wanted to open a Eco friendly frozen yogurt shop.
Now and then I would hear Arnav and the professor whispering stuff to each other. Sometimes it was something good and sometimes it was something bad. Hearing the stuff Arnav had to say made me feel nervous.
What if he says stuff about our presentation?
"Well that was the last presentation today," the professor said. He leaned closer to the table. "Ms. Gupta, it's strange you haven't gone yet."
I guess?
"Well, for sure we know that you will indeed go tomorrow. Let's see if you go first."
"Yes sir."
He gave a humble smile and got up to go to his desk. Everyone else got up as well, preparing to leave. I bent down to pick up my bag and placed my iPad in. My hair got in the way, so I brushed it aside. There was a small clink and when I looked to the right, I saw Arnav's hand, holding my earring.
Are you serious? That the third time my earring has come off!
Arnav held it closer to me and I looked up at him. His eyes pierced into mine and I gazed. Slowly, I crept my hand forward and tried to pick up the earring. See, I didn't want to touch his flesh, cause last time it made me flinch, so yeah. But, I ended up touching his flesh anyways and flinched again, gasping.
The earring dropped on the table and we both reached out to get it. His hand touched mine and I looked up at him, eyes wide. Oh I don't know what this man is doing to me but it is really weird!
He moved his hand slowly away and I picked it up and put it on. I noticed from the corner of my eyes that he was watching me intently and I felt somewhat weird.
What is it with this guy?
Walking out, I felt his gaze on me. Okay seriously, it's been a few days and this is kinda getting weird. I mean who keeps looking at someone like this? It's completely weird!
But then again...
Lavanya and I made it out of the room, when Lavanya remembered that she had to ask the professor something. I don't know what, but I let her go. I waited outside for her, when all of a sudden there was shouting. Looking down the hall, I saw the pep rally coming this way.
Come on! Again? Really?! Too much pep in this school. Seriously.
They came charging this way, and that was not good. A stampede came rushing this way and I was frozen in my tracks. All of sudden someone pulled me out of the way and had me against the wall. I looked up and saw Arnav standing right in front of me. His body was right against mine as he covered and protected me from the mob. Everyone screamed and shouted, and Arnav and I just looked at each other. We gazed into each others eyes, our eyes interlocked.
Soon the crowd left and Arnav was still against me. He looked straight into my eyes and I felt like I was naked. His eyes were piercing through my soul, like he might find out every fact about me.
But that's not so much of a good idea.
"Khushi," Lavanya hollered.
My eyes widened and I pushed Arnav away. He moved back one or two steps, but his gaze remained on me, not breaking for a moment. Gulping down my confidence, I clumsily ran towards Lavanya.
Whoa boy! Maybe I'm still intimidated by him after all.
oh you fancy huh
oh you fancy huh-
oops, sorry. Got carried away with Drake O=)
Placing my iPad on the podium, I cleared my throat, drank some water, and placed my bottle aside. Lavanya set up the presentation and it came up on the wall.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. So today, my group and I have brought you our company "Party On My Mind"."
Lavanya clicked and the name of our fake corporation came up, playing "Party On My Mind" from Race 2.
"Now, what is "Party On My Mind"?"
Lavanya clicked onto the next slide.
"POMM, short in acronym terms, is an event planning company. We specialize in all types of events from baby showers, to memorable first birthdays, to sweet sixteens, to weddings, and so on and so forth. One thing we specialize is that we will have our own dancing company, which will be led by none other me," I smiled, and some people chuckled.
The presentation went on and I kept my cool, never meeting my eyes on Arnav. See, I can be intimidating too! Ha!
"So our exit strategy would be that we hope that we won't have to sell the corporation. If necessary, then we would keep hold of profits, having someone else buy the company to keep it going. Other than that, our plan is for our corporation to go on, and when we reach the age of retirement, out children will take care of it."
So far, we were the only group to say that. Others just said of selling it, so when I said that, there were some buzzes.
""The idea of having our children running it was actually the first thing we thought of. Since all five of us are close friends, we thought, 'hey! Why not let our kids continue it?' This way the legacy of what we started would continue with our children. Plus if something were to go wrong with the child's future, God forbid, then they have something to back them up and keep them going. Other than that, we hope to keep the company going a VERY long time. Thank you."
People clapped and the five of us curtsied.
The professor clapped. "Well, I have no questions. Does anyone," he looked around.
Arnav raised a finger and I felt my heart thud.
"Y-yes," I managed to say.
"So, you guys say that you specialize in your own dance group," he said. "Why should your dance group be hired."
"Well, first of all, it's a dance company," I began, and really, that's what we like to be called. "Second, trying to hire dance companies can be very expensive. Plus, they can be very demanding at times. Having our own makes it easy, and plus, we know the people so it's easy to communicate with them. Being a member of it myself makes it easier."
"And what exactly do you specialize in?"
"Lav, put the advertisement on."
Along with the presentation we had to make an ad. Thanks to Lavanya's brother, he helped us to make a professional ad.
The ad played and everyone got glued in. It wasn't like the others, where people scripted and attempted but ours had editing. Images flashed of different venues and parties,the DJ and music playing. And then my favorite part came, the end.
"And then there's us," I said in the ad. "The dance crew."
It played different cuts of the group dancing.
"So from the western hemisphere," and it flashed us dancing to some salsa, meringue, and bachata, "to the eastern hemisphere," and we danced to Mashallah from Ek Tha Tiger, and then it went to me (and boy do I look cute in my hat and white t-shirt {like this}), "we got you covered."
The ad ended with me and Lavanya doing a bit with the crew, as well as our other three members, yelling out "Party On My Mind."
Everyone clapped and we curtsied once more.
Arnav clapped as well. "Very well done."
"Thank you," I said proudly.
"But tell me, are you guys up for any event?"
"Any event."
"So if I were to throw an event for my company, and I hired you guys, you would be able to do it well?"
"No."
He raised an eyebrow.
"We'd do exceptionally amazing," I said with full confidence.
"Hmm," he said impressed. "And what about other event planners. There are many in New York City. I'm sure I could just go to one of them as well."
"If you know what you're going to miss, then yes."
"Is that so? And if another event planning company were to compete with your company to do my event?"
"Then we fight."
"And if they're good?"
"We don't back down."
"And if they're competitive?"
"Then we crush them."
His eyes stuck onto mine, both of us holding an intense gaze. The class just looked side to side from this heated conversation.
"And if they're the best," he finally said.
I smirked. "If there's anyone whose the best, then its us."
"So much confidence?"
"Enough to make our company go all the way to the top. After all, too much confidence is too much bad confidence."
Arnav leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin with his index finger. "Thank you."
I smiled sweetly. "You're most welcome."
The professor said something about the presentations and how he was going to grade us and how much of it counted towards our final grade, but I paid no attention. My gaze was held onto Arnav's. He was tapping then rubbing his lower lip. First two taps, then rub back and forth. Two taps, back and forth. Two taps, back and forth, again and again... and again.
Oh this man is too intimidating!
Soon class was over, and I prepared to leave.
What did I know that the minute i stepped out of the room would be where the bigger change in my life would start to occur?
Stop looking at me!
But all the while, I kept wondering what his reason could be to pot. I mean it just wouldn't leave my head. Arnav is a big guy, has bags and bags of money, yet he chooses to go on a dark path, basically killing himself.
Why?
"Alright class, that's it for today," the professor said.
Everyone got up to leave and as I left, I looked at Arnav. He was talking to the professor about something, when he looked up at me. I felt myself going crimson, and looked away and for some reason, felt guilty.
While getting out of the room, I was playing around with my ID, when some idiot bumped into me. Stupid people, watch where you're going! My ID fell and I really don't feel like bending down. I don't have to stretch until track, so really, right now, I don't feel like it.
Someone bent down in front of me and looked up at me. It was pothead. He stood up and held out my ID.
"I believe this is your's," he simply said.
I managed to nod, which I find weird, and reached out to take it. My hand moved slowly for some reason and my eyes remained on his. When my flesh touched his, I practically flinched. I looked at the card and his hand, and then back at his eyes. Pothead was already looking at me, and it made me gulp.
I quickly pulled my hand. "Th-tha-thanks pothead."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"I-I-I-I-I m-muh-muh-mean A-Arnav."
Shit! Did I just say that to his face?! Crap!
Not wasting another second, I ran down the hallway and escaped, and I cudda sworn that I heard him say "what the" and chuckle.
Myeh!
*~*
Weird. But I don't wanna think about it.
More groups presented and it was kinda cool by what they were doing. Some groups wanted to open a hair salon, while others wanted to open a Eco friendly frozen yogurt shop.
Now and then I would hear Arnav and the professor whispering stuff to each other. Sometimes it was something good and sometimes it was something bad. Hearing the stuff Arnav had to say made me feel nervous.
What if he says stuff about our presentation?
"Well that was the last presentation today," the professor said. He leaned closer to the table. "Ms. Gupta, it's strange you haven't gone yet."
I guess?
"Well, for sure we know that you will indeed go tomorrow. Let's see if you go first."
"Yes sir."
He gave a humble smile and got up to go to his desk. Everyone else got up as well, preparing to leave. I bent down to pick up my bag and placed my iPad in. My hair got in the way, so I brushed it aside. There was a small clink and when I looked to the right, I saw Arnav's hand, holding my earring.
Are you serious? That the third time my earring has come off!
Arnav held it closer to me and I looked up at him. His eyes pierced into mine and I gazed. Slowly, I crept my hand forward and tried to pick up the earring. See, I didn't want to touch his flesh, cause last time it made me flinch, so yeah. But, I ended up touching his flesh anyways and flinched again, gasping.
The earring dropped on the table and we both reached out to get it. His hand touched mine and I looked up at him, eyes wide. Oh I don't know what this man is doing to me but it is really weird!
He moved his hand slowly away and I picked it up and put it on. I noticed from the corner of my eyes that he was watching me intently and I felt somewhat weird.
What is it with this guy?
Walking out, I felt his gaze on me. Okay seriously, it's been a few days and this is kinda getting weird. I mean who keeps looking at someone like this? It's completely weird!
But then again...
Lavanya and I made it out of the room, when Lavanya remembered that she had to ask the professor something. I don't know what, but I let her go. I waited outside for her, when all of a sudden there was shouting. Looking down the hall, I saw the pep rally coming this way.
Come on! Again? Really?! Too much pep in this school. Seriously.
They came charging this way, and that was not good. A stampede came rushing this way and I was frozen in my tracks. All of sudden someone pulled me out of the way and had me against the wall. I looked up and saw Arnav standing right in front of me. His body was right against mine as he covered and protected me from the mob. Everyone screamed and shouted, and Arnav and I just looked at each other. We gazed into each others eyes, our eyes interlocked.
Soon the crowd left and Arnav was still against me. He looked straight into my eyes and I felt like I was naked. His eyes were piercing through my soul, like he might find out every fact about me.
But that's not so much of a good idea.
"Khushi," Lavanya hollered.
My eyes widened and I pushed Arnav away. He moved back one or two steps, but his gaze remained on me, not breaking for a moment. Gulping down my confidence, I clumsily ran towards Lavanya.
Whoa boy! Maybe I'm still intimidated by him after all.
*~*
"And the final group of the day-slash-days: Khushi's group," the professor said.
Sigh... here goes nothing.
Making our way there, Lavanya and I slowly walked to the front of the room along with three other members. From the group, there would be one person to speak, and that would be me. Usually I would've been okay with it, but with Mr. I'm-dressed-in-a-light-blue-button-down-with-light-blue-jeans-with-a-gray-Louis-belt, er... not so confident anymore.
Dude, why does this guy dress so fancy?
oh you fancy huh-
oops, sorry. Got carried away with Drake O=)
Placing my iPad on the podium, I cleared my throat, drank some water, and placed my bottle aside. Lavanya set up the presentation and it came up on the wall.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. So today, my group and I have brought you our company "Party On My Mind"."
Lavanya clicked and the name of our fake corporation came up, playing "Party On My Mind" from Race 2.
"Now, what is "Party On My Mind"?"
Lavanya clicked onto the next slide.
"POMM, short in acronym terms, is an event planning company. We specialize in all types of events from baby showers, to memorable first birthdays, to sweet sixteens, to weddings, and so on and so forth. One thing we specialize is that we will have our own dancing company, which will be led by none other me," I smiled, and some people chuckled.
The presentation went on and I kept my cool, never meeting my eyes on Arnav. See, I can be intimidating too! Ha!
"So our exit strategy would be that we hope that we won't have to sell the corporation. If necessary, then we would keep hold of profits, having someone else buy the company to keep it going. Other than that, our plan is for our corporation to go on, and when we reach the age of retirement, out children will take care of it."
So far, we were the only group to say that. Others just said of selling it, so when I said that, there were some buzzes.
""The idea of having our children running it was actually the first thing we thought of. Since all five of us are close friends, we thought, 'hey! Why not let our kids continue it?' This way the legacy of what we started would continue with our children. Plus if something were to go wrong with the child's future, God forbid, then they have something to back them up and keep them going. Other than that, we hope to keep the company going a VERY long time. Thank you."
People clapped and the five of us curtsied.
The professor clapped. "Well, I have no questions. Does anyone," he looked around.
Arnav raised a finger and I felt my heart thud.
"Y-yes," I managed to say.
"So, you guys say that you specialize in your own dance group," he said. "Why should your dance group be hired."
"Well, first of all, it's a dance company," I began, and really, that's what we like to be called. "Second, trying to hire dance companies can be very expensive. Plus, they can be very demanding at times. Having our own makes it easy, and plus, we know the people so it's easy to communicate with them. Being a member of it myself makes it easier."
"And what exactly do you specialize in?"
"Lav, put the advertisement on."
Along with the presentation we had to make an ad. Thanks to Lavanya's brother, he helped us to make a professional ad.
The ad played and everyone got glued in. It wasn't like the others, where people scripted and attempted but ours had editing. Images flashed of different venues and parties,the DJ and music playing. And then my favorite part came, the end.
"And then there's us," I said in the ad. "The dance crew."
It played different cuts of the group dancing.
"So from the western hemisphere," and it flashed us dancing to some salsa, meringue, and bachata, "to the eastern hemisphere," and we danced to Mashallah from Ek Tha Tiger, and then it went to me (and boy do I look cute in my hat and white t-shirt {like this}), "we got you covered."
The ad ended with me and Lavanya doing a bit with the crew, as well as our other three members, yelling out "Party On My Mind."
Everyone clapped and we curtsied once more.
Arnav clapped as well. "Very well done."
"Thank you," I said proudly.
"But tell me, are you guys up for any event?"
"Any event."
"So if I were to throw an event for my company, and I hired you guys, you would be able to do it well?"
"No."
He raised an eyebrow.
"We'd do exceptionally amazing," I said with full confidence.
"Hmm," he said impressed. "And what about other event planners. There are many in New York City. I'm sure I could just go to one of them as well."
"If you know what you're going to miss, then yes."
"Is that so? And if another event planning company were to compete with your company to do my event?"
"Then we fight."
"And if they're good?"
"We don't back down."
"And if they're competitive?"
"Then we crush them."
His eyes stuck onto mine, both of us holding an intense gaze. The class just looked side to side from this heated conversation.
"And if they're the best," he finally said.
I smirked. "If there's anyone whose the best, then its us."
"So much confidence?"
"Enough to make our company go all the way to the top. After all, too much confidence is too much bad confidence."
Arnav leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin with his index finger. "Thank you."
I smiled sweetly. "You're most welcome."
The professor said something about the presentations and how he was going to grade us and how much of it counted towards our final grade, but I paid no attention. My gaze was held onto Arnav's. He was tapping then rubbing his lower lip. First two taps, then rub back and forth. Two taps, back and forth. Two taps, back and forth, again and again... and again.
Oh this man is too intimidating!
Soon class was over, and I prepared to leave.
What did I know that the minute i stepped out of the room would be where the bigger change in my life would start to occur?
Friday, May 10, 2013
Chapter Four
"You're kidding me," Lavanya exclaimed.
"Nope."
Lavanya leaned back in her seat. "Are you serious? I mean he's so rich and successful... I guess it's true what they say: money can't buy you happiness."
"Hmm... but now I feel kinda worried."
"Worried for what?
"I mean the presentation. He's an official business guy so he knows everything and-"
"So what? You'll do your kickass presentation and show that guy what you're made of."
"But do you think pothead will like it?"
"Why all of a sudden does it matter what he thinks," she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
I gave her a face. "Shut up Lav. I know where you're going with this."
"What," she asked innocently. "All I'm saying is-"
"Lav," I warned, "don't even try. Anyways, I'll just give It my best and there we go."
Lavanya nodded. "We got this girl," and we high5ed.
The first day of presentations began and like usual, the same policy followed. Those who wanted to go first would go first and then it was the whole out-of-the-bag lottery thing.
But this time, I just didn't want to go first. This way I would also be cutting Lav some slack.
Some groups volunteered to go first and the first group went up. The professor took his seat behind us and got his stuff prepared. All of sudden the door opened and everyone turned to see.
In came Mr. Pothead, and the environment had completely changed. Like he was in charge and we were his workers. He saw the professor and nodded at him and the professor nodded back. Pothead came towards the professor to sit with him. Not good. The professor was sitting directly behind Lavanya and there was an open seat next to him, which was directly behind me!
Please, please don't sit there!
And yet he comes and sits directly behind me. Crap! i can feel his gaze on me and this is no humble feeling. My neck is stinging and its so uncomfortable!!!
Austin's group went first and the enitre time, all i could think of was pothead behind me. i didn't like it whatsoever! I mean why is my neck stinging? And why does my back feel like it's burning? It's so weird!
Soon group after group went and the period was over. Unable to stay another second, I stood up and turned to pick up my bag when I looked up at him. He was alaready looking at me and my eyes widened. Damn he looks handsome! He was in a light gray button down, black vest, with black jeans accesorized with a gray Armani belt.
Oh boy, he is drool worthy!
"Khushi," Lavanya nudged.
I blinked and looked at her. She had her eyebrows scrunched and I shook my head. Placing my iPad in my purse, Lav and I walked out. Yet the walk out, I felt my neck still stinging. Taking a chance, I glanced back and saw pothead looking at me.
Shit!
I quickly turned my head back around and practically ran out the room. Lavanya looked at me confused and I shook my head. Really, I don't wanna talk about it. I really don't.
"Nope."
Lavanya leaned back in her seat. "Are you serious? I mean he's so rich and successful... I guess it's true what they say: money can't buy you happiness."
"Hmm... but now I feel kinda worried."
"Worried for what?
"I mean the presentation. He's an official business guy so he knows everything and-"
"So what? You'll do your kickass presentation and show that guy what you're made of."
"But do you think pothead will like it?"
"Why all of a sudden does it matter what he thinks," she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
I gave her a face. "Shut up Lav. I know where you're going with this."
"What," she asked innocently. "All I'm saying is-"
"Lav," I warned, "don't even try. Anyways, I'll just give It my best and there we go."
Lavanya nodded. "We got this girl," and we high5ed.
*~*
The first day of presentations began and like usual, the same policy followed. Those who wanted to go first would go first and then it was the whole out-of-the-bag lottery thing.
But this time, I just didn't want to go first. This way I would also be cutting Lav some slack.
Some groups volunteered to go first and the first group went up. The professor took his seat behind us and got his stuff prepared. All of sudden the door opened and everyone turned to see.
In came Mr. Pothead, and the environment had completely changed. Like he was in charge and we were his workers. He saw the professor and nodded at him and the professor nodded back. Pothead came towards the professor to sit with him. Not good. The professor was sitting directly behind Lavanya and there was an open seat next to him, which was directly behind me!
Please, please don't sit there!
And yet he comes and sits directly behind me. Crap! i can feel his gaze on me and this is no humble feeling. My neck is stinging and its so uncomfortable!!!
Austin's group went first and the enitre time, all i could think of was pothead behind me. i didn't like it whatsoever! I mean why is my neck stinging? And why does my back feel like it's burning? It's so weird!
Soon group after group went and the period was over. Unable to stay another second, I stood up and turned to pick up my bag when I looked up at him. He was alaready looking at me and my eyes widened. Damn he looks handsome! He was in a light gray button down, black vest, with black jeans accesorized with a gray Armani belt.
Oh boy, he is drool worthy!
"Khushi," Lavanya nudged.
I blinked and looked at her. She had her eyebrows scrunched and I shook my head. Placing my iPad in my purse, Lav and I walked out. Yet the walk out, I felt my neck still stinging. Taking a chance, I glanced back and saw pothead looking at me.
Shit!
I quickly turned my head back around and practically ran out the room. Lavanya looked at me confused and I shook my head. Really, I don't wanna talk about it. I really don't.
*~*
Arriving at my apartment, I placed my bag down on the couch. I crashed down onto it and rested my head back. Sigh... what a day. I looked around my small, one bedroom apartment. Everything was just how its supposed to be, all cramped with minor decorations around. There were a few pictures of me and Lavanya around on the wall.
Taking in a deep breath, I headed to my room and changed into pj bottoms and a v-neck. I headed to the kitchen to heat up some macaroni & cheese I had left from the other day. Grabbing my food, I went to the living room, turned on the TV and ate as I watched. After that, I started on my homework and then studied. It was dinner time before i even knew it and I was still full from the mac and cheese, so I decided to just go to bed.
Once I got in bed, I opened the drawer to my bedside table. I pulled out a picture frame and just looked at it. It was a picture of my parents, my brother, my sister, and I. Everyone was smiling, all happy. I still remember that day. We were on vacation at the Niagra Falls and had someone take a family picture. Those times were good, and now....
Eventually i fell asleep- well, I tried to. Pothead kept popping in my head and I was disturbed. Images of him flashed in my mind and it was really getting to me. So i sat up in bed and tried to clear my head. But even that didn't work!
What is it with that pothead? why is he in my head? ugh!!! What's his name again?
Grabbing my laptop, I turned it on and went on Google Chrome. I typed in "Arnav Singh Raizada" and a whole bunch of image results appeared. Below were several links, the first one from AR Industries, the rest from newspapers and other websites. Clicking on the first one, I was taken to the AR Industries website.
The page loaded and I was welcomed by a picture of pothead himself. He was standing his arms crossed, looking serious in his black Armani suit. Dayum! Pothead looks extremely hot! But what I don't get is why is a man like him, owner of a huge industry, a pothead? I mean he has it all! He has the money to solve all his problems! Then why...?
Looking through the short bio given, it says that pothead is a very private person. Hmm! He has a sister, Anjali, who he apparently loves very much.
Wow, so pothead has a heart? Interesting.
He also has... a stepsister? Whoa! Her name is Kalavati and it doesn't have much to say about her.
So wait, could he be doing pot because of that? I wonder...
Going back to Google, I went through more and more pages. From what I've gathered on him, all interviews basically had the same thing. He owns AR Industries and is very successful, and he loves his sister Anajli very much. Apparently, if he could, he would buy the world for her.
Damn! He really does love her.
His father, Arhat Singh Raizada, didn't have much information on him. Just the fact that when Arnav was fourteen, Arhat had remarried to Arnav's stepmother, Kaushali Das Raziada. That was the only information on his stepmother and then his stepsister, Kalavati Das Raizada, is two years older than Arnav- er, pothead. There wasn't much more information on Kalavati, except that she was born to her first father, who her mother had divorced for some reason not stated.
Leaning back, I'm thinking if this really could be the reason. I mean if I were him, I'd probably need a way to get rid of the whole step-family members from my head to. But it's been almost ten years since then. Arnav and I are the same age, 22, so about eight years. Unless... unless this has to do with his birth mother. ... yeah! Yeah, that's probably it. But... but there wasn't anything about her. Not anywhere.
Could it be that Arnav does pot because of his mother?
What is his story?
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Chapter Three
I looked forward to going to Business Administration. Apparently, we were having someone speak in our class, which meant a waste of class, and what could be greater than that?
"Hey Khushi!"
I turned and saw my best friend Lavanya. She hopped over and gave me a hug.
"What's up," I asked.
"Not much. Looking forward to no work."
"Agreed," and we stepped into class.
There wasn't anyone in the front, but for our professor. Please don't tell me that the guest had to cancel! Please, please, please!
"Good afternoon class," the professor said.
Everyone mumbled back.
"So today, as I had mentioned earlier, we will have a guest speaker."
Yes!
"He should be here any minute. But, a little background information on him: he is a current student here at our college, doing his masters like many of you. But, at this age, he already has his own company..."
Lavanya nudged me. "A company already huh?"
"Must be a rich-bitch."
We giggled lightly and quietly, when the door opened. A guy came in and when we looked up, he had already passed our row, so we couldn't see his face. He walked to the front and I felt my phone vibrate, so I bent down and checked it.
"Thank you so much for coming," the professor said. "Class, this is Arnav Singh Raizada."
Lavanya nudged me slightly. "Khushi look," she whispered.
My phone buzzed from some random company calling. Shaking my head. I looked at Lavanya as I sat up.
"What?"
"Look," she pointed.
And when I turned, I gaped. It was him! It was that guy! It was pothead! ... huh?
"This man here, Arnav Singh Raizada, like I said earlier has his own company. Recently, he took down 3 top industries and has excelled to the top."
I gaped. He did what now?
"I knew I recognized him," Lavanya whispered.
I looked at her. "What?"
"My dad was going through the New York Times' business section and he was right on the front," she whispered. "He got money from his parents to start his business and then he slowly opened a chain of industries, not to mention, take down his rivals and crush them."
"Isn't that kinda... harsh?"
"Yeah, but you know how business is."
"True..."
Pothead was talking, but I paid no attention. I just looked at him and analyzed him. A rich guy, whose got a huge industry, is a pothead? But why?
He continued talking and I just looked. His hair was cut short, like any typical guy here in the room, in that same fashion. But unlike the other guys, this guy was dressed up fancy. He was wearing a white button down with a gray vest. Only thing to make him less formal was his jeans. They were dark blue distressed jeans, his Gucci belt on display.
He's got taste.
"So class," the professor said, "Arnav here will be grading and judging your projects with me."
What?! But why? Cause he's some industrial big guy? Not fair! He knows everything to a business. Hmm....
"So do your best," the professor admonished.
Everyone nodded.
"And Miss Gupta..."
Crap!
All eyes turned on me. I hate it when he points me out! Even pothead looked up at me. But when he saw me, his eyes widened slightly, but I didn't miss it.
"I hope like past presentations, this one well be exceptional as well," he finished.
Er... I simply nodded. I mean what am I supposed to say? The past few projects we'd done, I ended up getting myself together, transform, and do exceptionally amazing, not trying to brag, and got the highest grades in the class.
Pothead was looking right at me, his eyebrow lifted. He looked impressed, yet confused. I don't know why, but he just held a steady gaze on me, not even blinking once. It made me gulp and I looked back at him.
"You should know Arnav," the professor said, "that Miss Gupta here is exceptionally good at presentations. Even in a recent debate on which company to hire, she was very convincing."
Pothead looked really impressed and nodded his head at the professor and as the professor went on with his lecture with the test of the class on what he expects, pothead just looked at me. At first I thought he was looking above my head, since me and Lavanya sat in the middle at the back, but no, he was looking right at me. At first I hadn't realized and was looking at the professor, but once my eyes met his, they just froze on him.
I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I felt attracted to him, like a magnet. And... it seemed more than an attraction. He was making me feel nervous, that I realized that I was tucking my hair behind my hair too much. Weird.
"I will see you all tomorrow and Austin's team will go first," the professor said.
At least we're not going first. Don't have to deal with pothead. Great!
As we got up to leave, pothead continued to looking at me, not removing his eyes off of me as I walked. I even felt it. Isn't that weird?
When we got out, I sighed in relief.
"Yo, what was that about," Lavanya asked.
Whoa boy.
"Hey Khushi!"
I turned and saw my best friend Lavanya. She hopped over and gave me a hug.
"What's up," I asked.
"Not much. Looking forward to no work."
"Agreed," and we stepped into class.
There wasn't anyone in the front, but for our professor. Please don't tell me that the guest had to cancel! Please, please, please!
"Good afternoon class," the professor said.
Everyone mumbled back.
"So today, as I had mentioned earlier, we will have a guest speaker."
Yes!
"He should be here any minute. But, a little background information on him: he is a current student here at our college, doing his masters like many of you. But, at this age, he already has his own company..."
Lavanya nudged me. "A company already huh?"
"Must be a rich-bitch."
We giggled lightly and quietly, when the door opened. A guy came in and when we looked up, he had already passed our row, so we couldn't see his face. He walked to the front and I felt my phone vibrate, so I bent down and checked it.
"Thank you so much for coming," the professor said. "Class, this is Arnav Singh Raizada."
Lavanya nudged me slightly. "Khushi look," she whispered.
My phone buzzed from some random company calling. Shaking my head. I looked at Lavanya as I sat up.
"What?"
"Look," she pointed.
And when I turned, I gaped. It was him! It was that guy! It was pothead! ... huh?
"This man here, Arnav Singh Raizada, like I said earlier has his own company. Recently, he took down 3 top industries and has excelled to the top."
I gaped. He did what now?
"I knew I recognized him," Lavanya whispered.
I looked at her. "What?"
"My dad was going through the New York Times' business section and he was right on the front," she whispered. "He got money from his parents to start his business and then he slowly opened a chain of industries, not to mention, take down his rivals and crush them."
"Isn't that kinda... harsh?"
"Yeah, but you know how business is."
"True..."
Pothead was talking, but I paid no attention. I just looked at him and analyzed him. A rich guy, whose got a huge industry, is a pothead? But why?
He continued talking and I just looked. His hair was cut short, like any typical guy here in the room, in that same fashion. But unlike the other guys, this guy was dressed up fancy. He was wearing a white button down with a gray vest. Only thing to make him less formal was his jeans. They were dark blue distressed jeans, his Gucci belt on display.
He's got taste.
"So class," the professor said, "Arnav here will be grading and judging your projects with me."
What?! But why? Cause he's some industrial big guy? Not fair! He knows everything to a business. Hmm....
"So do your best," the professor admonished.
Everyone nodded.
"And Miss Gupta..."
Crap!
All eyes turned on me. I hate it when he points me out! Even pothead looked up at me. But when he saw me, his eyes widened slightly, but I didn't miss it.
"I hope like past presentations, this one well be exceptional as well," he finished.
Er... I simply nodded. I mean what am I supposed to say? The past few projects we'd done, I ended up getting myself together, transform, and do exceptionally amazing, not trying to brag, and got the highest grades in the class.
Pothead was looking right at me, his eyebrow lifted. He looked impressed, yet confused. I don't know why, but he just held a steady gaze on me, not even blinking once. It made me gulp and I looked back at him.
"You should know Arnav," the professor said, "that Miss Gupta here is exceptionally good at presentations. Even in a recent debate on which company to hire, she was very convincing."
Pothead looked really impressed and nodded his head at the professor and as the professor went on with his lecture with the test of the class on what he expects, pothead just looked at me. At first I thought he was looking above my head, since me and Lavanya sat in the middle at the back, but no, he was looking right at me. At first I hadn't realized and was looking at the professor, but once my eyes met his, they just froze on him.
I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I felt attracted to him, like a magnet. And... it seemed more than an attraction. He was making me feel nervous, that I realized that I was tucking my hair behind my hair too much. Weird.
"I will see you all tomorrow and Austin's team will go first," the professor said.
At least we're not going first. Don't have to deal with pothead. Great!
As we got up to leave, pothead continued to looking at me, not removing his eyes off of me as I walked. I even felt it. Isn't that weird?
When we got out, I sighed in relief.
"Yo, what was that about," Lavanya asked.
Whoa boy.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Chapter Two
Damn, which way do I go?
There was a group of people from the pep rally right in front of me, blocking the whole hallway. If I don't get past them, I'll be late for class!
"Ex- ex- excuse me I- excuse me- I- I need to get to- I have class!"
With all these people, I just kept getting interrupted. How rude!
"Excuse me!"
But no one moved. Ugh! Now I have to go through the crowd. Charging my way in, I pushed through the people and made it across. Phew!
But I was getting late, so I ran like hell! Zooming past people, I got to the lecture hall and slowed down, regaining my breath. Once I did, I opened the door and found no one inside.
What?! B-b-but.... Huh?!
I closed the door and noticed a sign on it, saying class was cancelled because our professor had jury duty.
Just great.
I sank down to the ground and rested my head back. All that running for nothing -_-
From the corner of my eyes I saw someone move. I looked up and saw a guy sneaking around. Catching my suspicion, I followed the guy and went out the building.
Walking down a bit he went to an alley and started to smoke. What a weirdo- scratch that- loser. I mean to smoke pot you're- you know what, I hate smokers. I just hate it. You're killing yourself, knowing your killing yourself. You were given your life to live, not to kill yourself. God made you for a reason- let me stop.
Turning on my heels, I was about to walk away, when someone placed their hand on my shoulder and turned me around. Just as I was about to scream, he covered my mouth and pinned me back against the wall.
"Who are you and why are you following me," he asked.
My eyes were wide and I was in daze. Damn! This man was gorgeous. And I mean it. He was stunning, hot, all the words in the book. It was as if his chocolate brown eyes were staring into my soul. For a second, I felt naked.
"Who are you," he repeated.
Uh, how am i supposed to talk if you have your hand over my mouth?
I looked down at his hand and he followed my eyes and down to his hand as well. He looked back at me and shaking his head to the obvious, he moved his hand away.
"Now tell me, who are you," he demanded. "Who sent you?!"
"Sent me? Why would I follow you?"
"Excuse me-"
"I mean you're a pot head! You wanna smoke and waste your life? Fine! Do what you want! Waste yourself! Kill yourself! Do whatever you want!"
Pushing him away, I started to leave, but he pulled me back.
"How dare you," he snarled. "Do you know who I am-"
"A pothead? Then sure! I do!"
"You really don't know who I am, do you?"
"No and I don't care. A pothead is a pothead, and that is how I know you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to what I was doing before I even followed you."
"You mean sulking on the floor?"
"No, I mean going to the library to study!"
Pushing him away, I left and practically ran to the library. Sitting down, I got out my iPad and listened to music and studied. I noticed something from the corner of my eyes, so I looked up and gaped. It was pothead - again! He didn't even notice me and went walking to the computers.
What is it with this guy? Why do I keep realizing this guy everywhere he goes? This is so creepy!
But what did I know that this was just the beginning.
There was a group of people from the pep rally right in front of me, blocking the whole hallway. If I don't get past them, I'll be late for class!
"Ex- ex- excuse me I- excuse me- I- I need to get to- I have class!"
With all these people, I just kept getting interrupted. How rude!
"Excuse me!"
But no one moved. Ugh! Now I have to go through the crowd. Charging my way in, I pushed through the people and made it across. Phew!
But I was getting late, so I ran like hell! Zooming past people, I got to the lecture hall and slowed down, regaining my breath. Once I did, I opened the door and found no one inside.
What?! B-b-but.... Huh?!
I closed the door and noticed a sign on it, saying class was cancelled because our professor had jury duty.
Just great.
I sank down to the ground and rested my head back. All that running for nothing -_-
From the corner of my eyes I saw someone move. I looked up and saw a guy sneaking around. Catching my suspicion, I followed the guy and went out the building.
Walking down a bit he went to an alley and started to smoke. What a weirdo- scratch that- loser. I mean to smoke pot you're- you know what, I hate smokers. I just hate it. You're killing yourself, knowing your killing yourself. You were given your life to live, not to kill yourself. God made you for a reason- let me stop.
Turning on my heels, I was about to walk away, when someone placed their hand on my shoulder and turned me around. Just as I was about to scream, he covered my mouth and pinned me back against the wall.
"Who are you and why are you following me," he asked.
My eyes were wide and I was in daze. Damn! This man was gorgeous. And I mean it. He was stunning, hot, all the words in the book. It was as if his chocolate brown eyes were staring into my soul. For a second, I felt naked.
"Who are you," he repeated.
Uh, how am i supposed to talk if you have your hand over my mouth?
I looked down at his hand and he followed my eyes and down to his hand as well. He looked back at me and shaking his head to the obvious, he moved his hand away.
"Now tell me, who are you," he demanded. "Who sent you?!"
"Sent me? Why would I follow you?"
"Excuse me-"
"I mean you're a pot head! You wanna smoke and waste your life? Fine! Do what you want! Waste yourself! Kill yourself! Do whatever you want!"
Pushing him away, I started to leave, but he pulled me back.
"How dare you," he snarled. "Do you know who I am-"
"A pothead? Then sure! I do!"
"You really don't know who I am, do you?"
"No and I don't care. A pothead is a pothead, and that is how I know you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to what I was doing before I even followed you."
"You mean sulking on the floor?"
"No, I mean going to the library to study!"
Pushing him away, I left and practically ran to the library. Sitting down, I got out my iPad and listened to music and studied. I noticed something from the corner of my eyes, so I looked up and gaped. It was pothead - again! He didn't even notice me and went walking to the computers.
What is it with this guy? Why do I keep realizing this guy everywhere he goes? This is so creepy!
But what did I know that this was just the beginning.
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