ArShi SS ~ The Charmer and his Lady ~ Part 3

Part 3

BURNING DESIRE

The moment he got disconnected with her body he once again pulled her towards him by her waist.

“Really miss gupta?” he whispered in his husky tone against her lips.

“What…are…you…you trying to do?” she stammered against his lips closing her eyes.

“what do you think?” came his reply nibbling her swelled lips.

“we cant…I mean you cant…I mean this is…” she was not able to find right words.

“you mean this is what Khushi. Kumari. Gupta?”

“you are pouncing on me without my concent mr Raizada”

“thik hai to dedo consent”

“no never. Stop this right away”.

“try to resist me miss gupta”

Khushi help his chest and tried to push him, but in return he once again claimed her lips this time cupping her bosoms with his strong hands and pressing them in a seductive manner, making her lose her control over her mind.

“Oh god, why am I feeling like this?” she thought.

“Why his touch is so intoxicating?” she thought Letting out a throaty moan when his lips traveled towards her neck and his teeth playing its part biting slowly by pulling her skin”

“I want more” she cried in her thoughts. “I so want more of these”, she mentally cursed herself for giving herself to him to easily.

She tucked his hair and arched back giving him more access. She could feel his smile against her neck and pressed her eyes in embarressment.

“Mr…”

“Arnav, call me Arnav……Khushi”.

“Mr Raizada, is this the way you behave with your guest?” she asked gulping her desire.

“Well, depends. If my guest is as sexy as you, I really don’t mind going futher deep into what I am doing now”.

“you know what you don’t have any aticate”.

“I guess that’s why you are so attracted to me right you”.

“don’t have this wring notion about yourself”.

“Its called Confidence”.

“over confident”.

“check your panty babes, you will know”.

Khushi was just shocked to hear such a straight forward statement from him. There is no doubt that Khushi was indeed attracted to him and the way he approach her, she definitely liked it other wise she did not let him touch her at the first place and to top it all she did all the ooohs and aaahs at the right time.

Khushi managed to detach her from him finally and stepped back.

Arnav slowly looked at her,

“swollen lips”

“flushed face”

“prominent mipples”

“pressed legs”

“shy eyes”

“oh man, she is looking so beautiful”.

He also noted that her expression was not like the other models who gave him all oh-baby-come-on-take-me-now types. She never had to pout her lips to seduce him. Maybe that was the reason he was madly attracted to his girl.

Her smudged peach lipstick was still adoring her skin beside her lips.

Her messy hair were craving to be fisted in his palms.

Her swollen lips were crying to get captured once again.

Her flushed face was aching to be kissed by him.

Her bugs pointed towards him to get devoured by his experience mouth.

Her pressed legs ready to get parted to give him access towards her forbidden territory.

But her shy eyes…”oh they are the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. Not because they were beautiful, but they looked innocent, they look pure, they were not lusty, they were full of desire and hesitation.

For the first time in his life he saw someone hazitate to come close to him and that’s what clicked him about her.

Khushi was so messed up that she totally forgot that she was standing in her bra in front of him. She did not even button herself.

Arnav smiled looked at her messed state and walked towards her.

Khushi walked back.

A step towards her

A step away from him.

Couple of steps towards her.

Few steps back from him.

One thing which was contant in the process was that there eyes never left each other.

“do you know you look like an angle in this peach lingerie and I just like peeping brown thing”, he smirked.

Khushi immediately stopped and looked at her state.

She mentally slapped her for being to messed up.

Quickly she started buttoning her shirt.

“wrong hole” he commented.

Khushi snapped up her head and looked at him.

He pulled her holding her shirt and undid her buttons once again.

“you cant…”

“Shhh!” he shut her off putting his finger on her lips.

“can I taste your finger” her mind cried.

Khushi felt him buttoning her shirt properly taking his own sweet time brushing his fingers on her already sensitive bosoms.

**

ArShi SS ~ The Charmer and his Lady ~ Part 2

Part 2

LOST CONTROL

“Miss Gupta, this way” told the receptionist. Misha had to leave for some urgent meeting suddenly taking place leaving Khushi alone to attend the meeting with Mr. Raizada.

Khushi had been very nervous throught her drive towards AR, Arnav singh Riazada’s office.

The moment her car stopped inside the portico, one tall uniformed man open the door to let her out of the car.

“Uh! That’s grand she noted mentally.

The portico was double height. The roof rested on 6 huge white pillars. It wasnot at all a fancy building what she had picturized it to be. It was a kind of heritage building with white brick façade.

The moment she stepped on the stairway, she could easily make out the pricy marble floor laid under her black leather stiletto.

The stair laid towards a waste opening inside, with mezzanine floor above her head. And the skylight filling up the entire ground floor.

“she had seen many offices but Arnav Singh Raizada’s office was something one should definitely visit once in her lifetime.

The entire atmosphere was filled with busy young people. She noticed a stark difference between the office get up and the people working in it. The office was grand and looked as as if it was an office of some man in his 50. If she did not know Arnav by face she would have easily perceived him as one of those who is in his 50s. but the sight inside was just the opposite. Nearly all employees were inbetween 20s to 35s, very young and vibrant.

However scrutinizing each and everything around her she went towards the huge desk, which was absolutely placed at the center of the hallway.

“Erm! I would have an appointment with Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada”.

“you are late by 30 seconds maam”, came the reply.

Khushi frowned a little and looked at her watch, which was tied in her thin wrist.

“Does that mean he will not meet today?” Khushi questioned regretting seeing around his office, which could have saved 2 mins of her time.

“Well, Mr. Raizada doesnot meet anyone who misses” the receptionist finally looked at Khushi keeping her paper-work.

“Can you kindly check with him once if that’s not a big problem”.

“I cant Miss gupta, its his order and I am afraid you have to take another appointment with him”.

“Ok. Can I speak to Mr aman Mathur?”.

“Sure!”

The receptionist dialed his extension.

“Some Miss Gupta wants to talk to you sir”.

The receptionist handed over the phone to Khushi.

“Hi! Mr Mathur”.

“You are late Miss Gupta”.

“I know, I am sorry for that”.

“I m afraid you cannot meet him today”.

“That’s ok but can you rescedule the meeting?”

“I have to check with him, as he will be traveling next week. Anyways I will inform you after speaking to him”.

“Thanks a tone and my apology”.

“Make sure next time you are here on time”.

“Certainly!”.

Khushi gave a warm smile towards the receptionist and handed over the receiver.

“Thanks a lot. I should get going now”.

Khushi picked up her file and stuffs from the sofa and headed towards the exit when suddenly someone called her from behind.

“Miss Gupta!”.

Khushi was almost about to fall hearing her name all of a sudden but she managed.

“yes!” she said turning towards the source of her name.

“I am sorry to stop you like that but Mr. Raizada would like to meet you now”.

Khushi’s eyes widened. “How is that possible, she thought”.

Without saying anything she nodded and started walking behind the man.

The man took her upstairs and made her sit in an elite waiting zone.

Big white sofa’s, she wondered how can they maintain them so nicely.

Buffet served at once corner.

Her nose filled with coffee odor.

“Maam! You may proceed towards Mr Raizada’s Chamber”.

Khushi strengthened up herself and brushed the crease of her trousers.

**

“Come in” came the husky voice.

Khushi gulped heard hearing his voice for the first time. It is even sexier than his interviews.

She came inside and was blown away with his musky smell of his aftershave. It was so freaking orgasmic, Khushi thought. She mentally felt embarrassed to even think like this.

She nervously looked towards him, his hair perfectly gelled up, one, no two strands of hair fell perfectly over his forehead. Thankfully his eyes were downcast so it was easy for Khushi to seem him more closely.

His chrisp white shirt was complementing his complexion. “he has a flawless complexion” she mentally noted.

Her eyes then went towards his cheeks with two days old stubble. She wondered how those would feel on her skin. She blushed a little for fantasizing like a teenagers.

Then her eyes feel on the movement of his finger over the paper on with he was scribbling something.

His fingers were artistic. Slightly pointed and protruding knuckles.

She immediately felt her panty becoming wet at the thought how he will manipulate her darting his finger inside her soft core. How will it feel if he inserts two of them together?

Before she could feel embarrassed again her thoughts broke by his words, “if you have finished checking me out, you may grab a chair and be seated.

“well, I have many interesting things to show you if you want”, he said with naughtiness while capping his cross and instantly looking at the blushing form infront of him.

Now it was his time to notice.

“Beautiful”

“sexy”

“hot”

“long legs”, wonder how will it feel when it will wrap him

“sleek waistline, giving prominence to her perfectly shaped bosoms and equally bulging out hips”, aah! How sexy will it look when she will riding on me.

Her peeking nipples had not gone unnoticed by his hawk eyes, no matter how faint if was, but it couldn’t manage to escape his eyes, “she is turned on”, he mentally applauded.

“cant wait to calm them off with my tongue” he thought.

“uhuh” she cleared her throat bringing him back to his senses.

“Hi!”

“Hello” she said looking at him, nervously trying to smooth her precipitation across her palm.

“Why you want to work with AR?” Arnav shot his first question looking directly in her eyes.

“Because I want to grow” came her straight, honest answer.

“Interesting Miss Gupta, I appreciate your honesty”.

“I have nothing to hide when I know you can easily figure out”.

“Umm impressive”.

“what will I get in return?”

“Excuse me?” Khushi frowned at his direct question.

“See miss gupta”, he got up from his chair and that’s when Khushi saw him fully.

He was tall, infact quite tall with a very strong persona. Broad shoulders, which can cover her entirely when he will be on top of her. His V shaped body narrowed down perfectly at his vest. His muscle flexes were clearly visible though the thin, costly linen which he was wearing.

“I have no reason to tie up with you if you see the scale of my company”.

“I think you have every reason to tie up with our company Mr. Raizada. Otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to meet me at the first place”, she said confidently.

Arnav blocked the chair wheel from sliding with his foot and rested both his palm on the backback purposely brushing her shoulders in the process.

Khushi closed her eyes feeling his finger on her body and that was enough for her to lost all her controls.

“you have no idea why I agreed for this project Miss Gupta” he barely whispered against her ear, slowing blowing his warm breath on her earlobe, putting manly.

She thought she felt his lips on her ear and she jerked up only to get crashed on his heard chest.

He kicked her chair which moved towards the window and hit the sill and snaked his strong arms around her petite waist.

“perfect!” he thought mentally boring his eyes on her lips and back to her eyes.

“wh….y?” she stammed due to their close proximity with was not letting the right words come out from her month.

No matter how much she tried to protest but physically she just couldnot. His fingers were working like a magic on her body.

Suddenly everything became absouluty dizzy, before she could think what was happened, she blanked out.

Her lips were crashed brutally by him. “I like peach” he said against her lips tasting her lipstick. Khushi let out an embarrassing moan, which gave a sense of satisfaction to him.

In no time his hand started caressing her waist underneath her shirt. Khushi just couldnot help but to close her eyes and held his shoulder to keep herself from buckling.

He slowly parted her lips with his tongue and the taste inside her mouth just blew his away. He furiously deepened the kiss and was rewarded by her tongue immediately.

She tried to reciprocate back but he did not let her rule him at all. His tongue was demanding. He spun her around and made sure she is caged in between the table and him. In one swift movement he unbuttoned her shirt tearing it off.

“OH MY!” she was wearing a lacy peach colour bra underneath her peach shirt and he could see her light brown disc through it.

His hand mad it’s way towards the strap rested below her bosoms, her peeks dangerously shouting to get devoured.

He brushed his finger over her hardened peek, and she let out a throaty moan.

His pant could erupt any time now. He pressed himself a little more on her to let her feel, her effect on him.

The moment she felt his hardened form pressing against her belly, she came back to her senses and pushed with all her wits.

“How dare you?” she snapped back
**

ArShi SS ~ The Charmer and his Lady ~ Part 1

Part 1

The Project

Handing over the file to aman Arnav sipped his left over coffee. He twitched her face feeling the concentrated bitter taste of it.

It was his daily intake. No matter how much he disliked to drink it, but it sure gave him a kick every morning.

Aman was a tall man, with spects. Extremely sincere employee of ASR.

ASR, aka Arnav Singh Raizada, a well built man of late 20s, tall, handsome, with grey eyes. He was something to die for. Every girl wanted to be blessed with his touch atleast once in her life time no matter after which he can through him out of it. His persona, his aura was something no one could escape.

He was one word man which means, he preffered to give one word answer to anything and everything which came in his way. He hardly talked, he hardly communicated with people and every damn person was scared of THE ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA. No one dared to talk to him unnecessarily.

The same rule applied to each girl he had dated previously and dating currently. Forget about asking them their background he was not even bothered with particular looks. All he needed was a hole to thrust his frustration out. Ek se badh kar ek he had dated models (top class). The thin ones, the busty ones, the curvy ones, he had enormous choice lined up for him.

But strangely he never found someone with whon he could stick for long. Most of them were one night stand kind of a things. And very few like Lisa, Cathy, Michelle, Zoya could make up for a month but not more than that.

Talk about yesterday he broke of with his current girl firned Lisa, for her pushy and dominating nature. He just cannot tolerate his girl to be pushy and clingy everytime. And he just hated those who phoned him during the day time during office hours. No matter how much he enjoyed his nights with girls, he was too serious about his work. He has never ever in his life compromised his work. He was known to be the most successful man in business field.

He too dated few of his emploies but he never brought his bed stories in between his work.

The news about him and his lison was not hidden from the media. But Arnav never cared about them. Pictures of him kissing top models and well renouwned actress were the hot topic of Page 3 sections.

**

Flipping through some magazine and she was in her deep thoughts. She brushed the name printed in the magazine. Dragging her fingers she brushed lazily a.r.n.a.v.s.i.n.g.h.r.a.i.z.a.d.a. the name itself gave her goosebumps all along her body sending fits of shivers down her spine.

“Khushi!”

She saw in between her long naturally curled lashes towards misha.

Misha is a girl of 24, khushi’s school friend. She and Khushi run’s an interior designing firm. Their company have done a pretty impressive work last year and was listed amongst the top few budding companies.

Recently they got an offer for some Maldives project. Internationl client ask them to tie up with some architectural firm and deliver them 10 brand new cottages and exquisite interior.

Khushi and Misha had done few jobs in collaboration with few Indian architects before and had done pretty impressive job. But this time the offer was big and she knew he had to approach big companies unlike her other collaboration.

How else would he her choice other than Arnav Singh Raizada, who runs an architectural firm? His success was not hidded from this entire world. And he was not only famous in India, but was famous in the world.

Initially when she did her raiki about this particular Raizada, he found out many things about him. And just like a professional she did not have any problem imagining herself working with him, provided he agrees to work with her. But the very thought about him touching her made her step back. Some how she know she will be trapped big time. If only the name has such a vibration, what will she do when she will see him.

Suddenly she felt pool of warm tingling down her vaginal wall, making her panty wet due to the rush of liquid she felt. She immediately felt embaressed and helpless at the same time.

If someone stars at his mare picture for more than 10 seconds, she is bound to climax seeing his ever hot eyes and intoxicating smirk.

“Misha! We will approach some other company” she said while moving towards her room slamming down the magazine on the table.

**

“Khushi Kumari Gupta!”

“hmm! When is she coming?”

“Sir, she has an appointment at 2pm”.

Arnav looked up, “did you see her?”

Aman knew where the conversation is going. After all his boss is single now.

“No sir, we spoke over the phone”.

“hmm!” he sighed and concentrated back on his laptop punching k.u.s.h.i.k.u.m.a.r.i.g.u.p.t.a

Few google pictures opened.

Mid length wavy hair, beautiful eyes, least make-up, sexy lips, slim waist, perfect cups, long legs, charming smile.

He mentally noted while lusting over her photo.

He punched his facebook id and searched her name.

Khushi Kumari Gupta

Lucknow, “she is from lucknow? He frowned remembering something”.

Material Status, “Married” his hard form which was ready to tear his thick zip  seeing her sexy pictures in Indian dresses, though she was not wearing anything revealing, but whose covered material gave him more kick to build up his curiosity, suddenly collapsed seeing her status.

He slammed his laptop in frustration and asked aman to leave.

**

“But we already have an appointment with him”, misha paced behind Khushi.

“I will call aman ji and cancel the meeting”.

“Khushi you cant do this and why are you doing this? You were fine till yesterday knowing every damn things about this man, then what happened today?”

“Misha!”

“For god sake Khushi don’t bring your past here. He did not bother to come and see you Khushi. Aur kitna wait karogi? You are 24 now and it has been almost…”

She was cute of my Khushi.

“Please I don’t want to discuss my marriage”.

“It wasnot a marriage Khushi. How can you consider it as a marriage for god sake?”

“Whatever it was my fate has been already written and I just cannot meet this man”.

Misha turned Khushi towards her in one swift motion and jerked her boring her eyes, stop your tocuh-me-not motto Khushi, he is not worth. “You have broken up with guys just because you did not want them to trespass your moral for that fucking moran, who doesnot have a spine to come and meet you these years. Don’t be such a delusional Khushi, no man is pure. You will know what you missed one day when you will find that your so-called-husband might be sleeping around with other girls or maybe he got married.

Listening to Misha’s words she sighed and sat down on the bed. “Misha!”

“I don’t want any explanation Khushi. You really need to fuck someone to get out of this one-cent-for-all”.

“what the hell are you saying”.

Misha came towards Khushi and winked, “trust me Khushi, there is nothing to feel guilty about how you felt seeing Arnav singh raizada’s picture. It is natural and I have heard he is too good on bed plus he don’t like commitment just like you.

“Shut up misha, kuch bhi bole ja rahi ho. I am not even his type”.

“trust me babes, guy like Arnav singh raizada wants different. Cant you see he is bored with those clingy pouty models”.

“this discussion is going no where”.

“Ya just like you pressed your legs together seeing his photo, right?”

Khushi was shocked to hear that. “Was that too obvious? She thought.

“I am your childhood friend Khushi, you just don’t need to open your mouth to say anything. I will tell you what you are going through by seeing your eyes”.

“Get up and prepare yourself to meet the man

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ArShi SS ~ The Charmer and his lady ~ Teaser

Teaser

He ran his finger along is long-strands of hair.

He was frustrated.

He was suffocated.

His di was making his life all difficult.

Arnav Singh Raizada never ever wanted to get married.

For him marriage is a stupid constitution with binds two people unnecessarily. Some doesnot have a choice but to obey it for the lifetime. Some drifts apart if their mentality doesnot match. He was not a person of commitment for life time. If he likes someone he make sure he gets her on bed. Few days, maybe few month he enjoys. Later a goodbye from his side if the girl tries to act all emotional.

He hates emotions.

He hates love.

he hates to be loved.

He hates complications.

He hates to feel.

He hates to be ruled.

He loves freedom.

He makes sure he throws anything and everything when it comes to love. He hated every girl who are cry babies.

He was known to be the biggest casenova. No girl, no girl could ever get away from his charm. His one stare made their panties wet. His one touch was capable of melting that girl in his arms. And the ones who had him on bed have enjoyed their lifetime treat and the most unforgettable event in their life.

Unlike those girls Arnav Singh Raizada have never met anybody in his life who had hold him back on place and tickled his hormones to want her for more.

**

Angrily he punched come keys tabbing on his iphone.

“at this hour?” came the straight reply.

“Le Meridian. Room no 143”.

“hmm! Will be late got some work lined up. You should have informed me a little before. I could have postponed those meetings.” she sighed.

“take you time. But dont make me wait long”.

“Di?” she questioned sensing his frustration the way he spoke to her

“hmm” was his reply.

“Marriage thingy?” she asked as if she could read Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada’s crocked mind.

“Don’t be late”.

“looks like I am going to limp tomorrow”, he could sense her mocking laugh.

“See you Khushi!”.

Khushi Kumari Gupta was the girl in his life who stuck to him for more than 6 months now. And this something to think about it.