He'd always loved Khushi. Just Her. He loved her then.He loved her - Now.Arnav Singh Raizada - had spent a major timeline of his life - believing, breathing and living this one eternal truth that surely served the anchor role within the cave of his...
He had to accept to himself, that along with emotions +he'd also felt a sudden surge of desire – shoot right through every cell of his being too – electrifying him in the process to his very core. He didn't want to be harsh on himself, but well, he hadn't touched anyone in over a decade and well, to now see, the woman of his dreams – upfront and close – looking like that – was surely creating a racy havoc within. How was he going to control himself??
So , once again, he just stood statued to the spot, staring at Khushi all the way – even through the bit of Aman closing the green room door back and Manizeh shooting him a polite nod too. He wanted to greet her, nod back – but he couldn't move.
And well, it wasn't just him – who was coping up with all the same – within, Khushi, was too. How many times, had she seen him up online – in this rockstar/performer look?? But no feeling, she'd felt then had been as electrifying as the ones she was going through as she finally found herself come face to face – with Arnav – all set to step out on stage for a Live Performance.
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( Doesn't have a guitar on the back right now - Obviously But this is the otherwise look)
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And yes, from her end too, it wasn't just the flux of emotions, it was a freaking cocktail of emotions and desire too – as the memory of just his single touch on her arm – from last night – reeked its havoc in her system – again! Why??????? Why did this -Rockstar- look of his – have to take her breathe away this way??????? That it was almost edging her to the brink of loosing her sensibility to think straight. She didn't even know, how was her knees supporting her in the moment, actually.
Once again, he couldn't look away. She couldn't look away as their gaze held another's - continuing to fight a battle of its own.
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