Chapter 21 - Our Heartbeats in a Distant Storm

Hello my lovelies! 

Yep pretty quick update. Even I'm impressed :P. This update is slightly shorter than some of my previous ones and a couple more of the future ones will be similar in length. I want to keep the suspense going you see ;) until the next twist arrives of course. I know I know slow torture, but hey there won't be that many ;).

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 What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does. - J K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire  

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"Arnav get up!" Exclaimed Khushi opening the curtains and letting a sliver of sunshine hover over his face, and watched, a slow smile spreading over her face as he frowned in his sleep. He moved his hand over his face, covering away from it.

"Go away you freak! Let me sleep," he spoke with his eyes still closed, his voice groggy with sleep.

Scrunching her face and growling at him for a few seconds she stamped over to him, her hands clenched with annoyance at her sides then pulled the cover off. "Get up sleepy head!" She screamed glowering into his bewildered eyes.

"What is wrong with you? I'm not going to work! You are! Go away!" He protested attempting to pull the cover back out of her hands, on several failed tugs, the annoyance increasing in his face, he suddenly looked to her irritated face. The beauty of it dazzling him momentarily, her perfectly shaped arched eyebrows, her milky white skin decorated with a tinge of blush to the cheeks, her tender lips drawn into a line, the straight black strands of hair falling over her face as she continued to growl at him. And a sudden rush of pride spread through him knowing that she was his and his entirely. His hand slowly went around her small fist that continued to hold onto the sheet, her eyes followed as she looked at his hand slightly confused but her body had already collided with his hard chest before she realised what had happened, her face only a mere centimeter away from his smirking face. She stared back at him incredulously, his pools of melted chocolate creating havoc on her mind for a second.

"Arnavv," she finally managed to mumble. "Shhh," he murmured back, his lips already on hers, moving to a now familiar rhythm and she lost her self in it momentarily, her eyes closing of their own accord as she reveled in his warmth, his love, the boy she had fell in love with and the man that was finally hers. His fingers combed through her hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into the confines of her mouth, dwelling in every corner of it, the sweetness of her seeping through his every pore. His other hand slowly trailed over her back, cradling her waist in it, then hugging her body to his, turned her over, not breaking away for a second, her soft, delicate lips molding to his in every way. Her hands trailed around his neck as she sunk into the soft mattress, his muscular chest against her, as her fingers trailed through his soft, messy hair, as she lost herself in the sensation of it completely. Her hands trembled slightly as she traced them down his back then landed on the tiny strip of flesh between his shirt and his pants, her heart beat at too fast a rhythm that now it was almost painful, when she begun to push his shirt up, the warmth of his flesh sending currents through her. His breath quickened too, as his hands slid away from her waist up to her neckline, his thumbs tracing the outlines of her clavicles then down to the material of her blouse fingering the edges of it, slowly opening the first button. She let out a slow moan, her fingers clutching to the bare skin of his back.

And as abruptly as it had started she pulled back, the quiet vibration of Arnav's phone on the desk bringing her back to her senses. He watched her eyes for a while, a little bewildered at her sudden reaction, then following her gaze finally noticed the screen of his phone lighting up, the sound of it almost inaudible through his heart beat which seemed to echo through his ears. Rolling his eyes he quickly climbed off of her and sat himself at the edge of the bed, clenching his jaw and sighing loudly in irritation. "Aman! Of course!" He muttered sliding the phone on as Khushi fixed her top button, then her hair, her cheeks flushed, her heart beat still not back to normal then quickly slid off of the bed. He turned his head, watching her perfect little figure, smirking to himself, completely missing out on what Aman was saying.

"Sir! Sir? Sir are you listening to me?" Aman's voice was urgent on the other end of the phone. "Sir?!" He tried once more.

Arnav shook himself out of it, what was wrong with him? "Sorry Aman, yes what is it?" He questioned, the irritation clear in his voice.

"Sir it's Arundathi, the thing is erm..." Aman struggled.

Arnav's eyes widened instantly and the colour drained out of his face as he listened to what Aman had called to say.

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Her finger grazed over something sharp and she felt her skin tear against it, the blood that flowed out warm against her shivering cold skin. She closed her eyes momentarily, taking another deep breathe in, attempting to calm down her frantic heart beat. She moved blindly against what seemed like a wall, her feet banging off of it every so often. She didn't know where she was but she knew it was somewhere underground. She could hear the drip drip of water somewhere far off. Her knee banged off of something all of a sudden and a low groan of pain escaped through her lips and she froze to the spot as it clattered to the floor, the sound of it echoing several times around the room.

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"Mr Aakash Singh Raizada?" Questioned the woman, she was tiny in appearance, her shortness emphasised by her cropped hair, which was graying in several places. Her specs were placed mid-way down her nose and she pushed them up with her index finger as she looked up at Aakash, a bored expression to her face. "So what brings you here?" She asked the same question for what must have been the umpteenth time that day.

Frowning Aakash looked down at her, he had spent hours sitting in a flight only to get off and be held back longer by yet another inconvenience. This was why he hated Arnav. The bastard! He flew on private jets, paraded around with the money that should essentially belong to Aakash and managed to get away unscathed from every plan that was formed against him. Well his luck was rapidly running out and Aakash was already planning a celebration.

"Sir?" Her cold voice finally broke through to him.

"Yes yes sorry. Just business," he stated calmly, smiling at her.

"Okay," she mumbled appraising him for a few seconds then stamped his passport.

Aakash finally stepped out of the airport into the fresh air of Aberdeen, a slow snarl creeping up his face. Arundathi was currently not answering her phone but he'd find her, then him and that bitch Khushi and kill them both.

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Arnav sat in his SUV outside Khushi's office building, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel as music blared out of the speakers, the whole car pulsating to it's beat, with the exception of his own pulses, which were currently running hay-wire. He rested his head against the head rest, the cool air of the air-conditioner doing nothing to calm his mind. He didn't need to be here, she wasn't in danger yet but this was for his own satisfaction. Knowing what had happened, what was going to happen he couldn't sit in her flat and wait. He thumped his fist off of the centre of the wheel. "Damn it!" For the first time in his life he didn't know what to do next. He cursed himself for not having thought through things quicker. He had gotten too carried away, lost his bearings for a while. And now suddenly, everything was at the brink of blowing up, bursting up into flames. "Think Arnav think!" He spoke to himself through gritted teeth, his jaw set and a storm raging through his charred caramel eyes.

He continued to stare into the distance, willing his mind to come up with something to get themselves out of this. He watched as a ferry slowly came into view, from the tiny blotch it had been only minutes ago, the blue glistening waves around it sparkling off of the rays of the sun. And that's when he saw him, his tall form, maybe an inch taller than himself, the pair of specks he recognised all too well. The profile was gradually getting clearer and he didn't need to watch anymore to convince himself who it was. He'd have to move faster than he had anticipated. Arnav clicked the door open, and stepping out of the car swiftly, clicked it shut  gently, making sure not to make much noise. Leaning his body against the car for a second he watched as Aakash moved towards the main entrance, the hairs on his body standing up from the fear that momentarily crippled his mind. Locking his car quickly he dashed behind a large tree, his fingers already pressing her name on his phone. He rested his back against it, peeking out to look at a rapidly moving Aakash, praying to God that Khushi picked up.

~ If you’re going through hell, keep going – Winston Churchill ~

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