Arshi OS : Intoxicated Love !! | Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon | Barun Sobti | Sanaya Irani | IPKKND

I blinked my eyes rapidly to adjust to the darkness, of the room. There was a figure above the bed; a man's body sculpted in the darkness,. He undid the buckle of his pants, then drew down the zipper. The metallic sound sent a chill down my spine, as I watched on dazedly. 

He shoved the pants down his legs, stepping out of them as he dragged his t-shirt over his head. I shuffled back in the bed, my head pounding with the movement, as I grappled for a weapon to use.

I was in a stranger's bed and he was getting undressed in front of me.

My hand landed on a pillow and I swung it at my assailant as he crawled onto the bed, his muscles moving fluidly with the movement.

"Hey," he said in protest, right before I wacked him over the head with the pillow.

"What kind of sick," thump with the pillow "pervert" thump "tries to get with a girl" thump "when she's asleep!" thump.

A pillow is a pitiful weapon, I realised, when the guy's large hands grasped my arms and flipped us over so that he was on top, the pillow squished between our bodies. His body heat flooded through me, sending a shudder through my heart.

"Khushi,cut it out," he said. "It's me, Arnav."

"Arnav?" I peered up into his face in the darkness,my hands unconsciously slipping from his hold and moving to caress the edges of his chiselled face.2

Awareness washed over me and I pulled my hands away, face burning.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Now that I wasn't so focused on my attacker I heard voices echoing in the hallway, followed by a creaky groan and the sound of a door slamming shut.

Arnav sighed, the mint flavour of his breath flowing over me. He must have brushed his teeth. He shifted slightly between my legs and I became uncomfortably aware of all the heat in my body rushing down to where he was touching me.

He smiled rakishly. In the darkness, I could see the tips of his teeth gleam. "The real question is what are you doing here. This is my room, Khushi,."15

I looked around the dimly lit space and discerned a sports bag on his desk, his sky-blue soccer jersey haphazardly spilling from the top. The coarse texture of the sheets underneath me a tell-tale sign that what he was saying was true. His sheets smelled like him: musk, sandalwood and a hint of apple.

I kind of wanted to roll around in them.

I squirmed underneath him, having all my senses embroiled in Arnav was too much. Hedonistic. With a low groan, Arnav ducked his head, his hands moving to still my shifting hips.

"Hey, you promise not to start hitting me if I move off you?"2

I nodded, as I breathed an affirmative answer, not game enough to admit that I never wanted him to move off me.

Arnav relocated to the space beside me on the double bed. I immediately missed his heat and the feeling of him pressed against me.

He flung an arm over his eyes as he breathed shallowly, and I admired the way his chest rose and fell. His skin was tanned, with a scarce spread of light brown hair. I wanted to run my hands all over him.

Arnav took his arm away from his eyes and looked at me. We stared at each other in the darkness, there was a slight shimmering of light that came through his blinds, enough that I could make out his cerulean eyes. They glimmered in the darkness, as they trailed over me. Every place his eyes touched felt like a warm caress.

Quickly, Arnav pulled the pillow from my grasp and tucked it underneath his head. He turned onto his side, showing me his back.

"Just go to sleep Khushi,," he muttered.

No. That wasn't the Arnav I knew.

I clambered on top of him and pulled him onto his back, leaning into him in a way that pushed my breasts into his arm. Arnav looked down and then up into my face, and when he reached an arm out, I presumed he was going to shove me off him, instead, his fingers trailed down the edge of my face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

My breath escaped me, and I could feel my cheeks warming under his attention.

"Why am I here?" I asked him, trying to regain control of the situation.

Arnav sighed, and his hand dropped away from my hair. "You were at a party, and the punch bowl was spiked. I saw you stumbling all over the place, and when I tried to take you back to your room, you refused to tell me where your key was. You insisted that you wanted to sleep with me, like old times."9

Where was my key? I patted myself down and found that I was wearing my typical going out get up. Tight high waisted black pants and an off the shoulder crop top. Then I remembered that I must have given my key to Payal who normally carried a clutch to parties, she probably had my phone too. Great. At least they were safe, wherever Payal was.

"I need to let Payal know I'm okay – can I use your phone?"

Arnav nodded then maneuvered out from under me. He crawled half over me, his broad-shouldered torso hovering over my own, and pulled his phone off the charger on his bedside table. The screen lit up his face in an unearthly glow as he unlocked it. I watched him bite his bottom lip.

"Here," he handed the phone to me, opened on the messages app.

I knew Payal's number off by heart but was surprised to see that he already had her contact on his phone. I opened their conversation. The last message she had sent was – Haha thanks again.

I purposely didn't look at Arnav as my mind raced with thoughts of the two of them together. I quickly typed out a message saying that it was from me, and that I was with Arnav, and that I'd be back in the morning and would collect my stuff from her then.

I locked his phone and placed it back onto the charger. Arnav was already beginning to doze off. Years of sleeping beside him attuned me to the easy breaths he took on the verge of sleep.

I shuffled back toward him, picking up the covers that were tangled at his feet and pulling them over his long, lean frame, I tucked him in and watched his eyes open blearily as he took me in.1

"Khushi,," he murmured, his voice deliciously low and drowsy.

The sound of his voice sent tingles through me, and I moved closer to hear what he'd say. Instead of speaking, Arnav pulled up the covers I'd just tucked around him, and stretched an arm out, his hand landing on my hip. His hand slipped over my hip and smoothed up my back; a firm, gentle demand that had me moving closer to his warmth.

When I settled alongside him, my head tucked on his chest and his arm around me, he mumbled something appreciatively, before his breathing eased again.4

With a sigh, I wrapped my own arms around him, unable to contain my need to touch him.

When I was certain that he was asleep I released the words that had been trapped inside my throat for far too long.

"I love you Arnav," I whispered on a shaky exhalation of breath. "I'm sorry I'm not what you want. But you're all I've ever wanted."

I woke up several hours later, ambient sunlight coming in through the blinds. But that wasn't what woke me up, it was the gentle caress of fingers running through my hair.

"Arnav," I mumbled happily, as I hummed appreciatively at his touch. I angled my head toward his face, and my eyes flitted over his contemplative, brooding expression before I snuggled closer to him, trying to comfort him.

"No, Khushi,," he warned me in a pained voice as I shifted myself over him and realised why he had tried to pull me away.

He. Was. Hard.

If that wasn't awkward enough, the shot of what felt like pure adrenaline and lust that ran through my body was like nothing I had ever experienced. Instead of moving away, I found myself latching onto him, as if trying to prove to both of us that this was okay. This was normal.

Maybe it had been normal to sleep together when we were kids. At night, when my parents began arguing in the kitchen, I used to climb over the fence that separated our properties and slip into his bed.

Some nights he would hold me while I cried, whispering assurances into my ear that would always end with, "I got you."

But we hadn't slept together in years. Not since his thirteenth birthday, where he had shrugged his shoulder and informed me that he didn't want us to sleep together anymore. That he'd never get a girl into his bed if I was always there.

"Khushi,," Arnav whispered plaintively, "I'm sorry."

A niggling sensation speared through my throat and I choked back the guilt. He felt sorry for his body's instinctive reaction, while I trembled with excitement and anticipation. If only I could make him feel the way I felt.

"Come on," Arnav murmured in my ear. His warm breath sent waves of heat through my body. Gently, he told me, "Let go, Khushi,."

I took a deep breath, steeling the fear that quaked through me. "No."

Arnav froze underneath me, and his chest stuttered through his next breath. "No?" he repeated softly. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to let you go." I lifted my head so that I could gaze into his Brown eyes. A shiver of hesitation ran through my frame before I released the words that would forever change our friendship. "I want you Arnav."

Arnav stared wordlessly at me, giving me no indication of what he was feeling.

A stab of pain ran through me at his non reaction. I felt so strongly about him, but he couldn't form a simple 'no, thanks' in return to my declaration. I craved him. My body zinged with our proximity, and if this was the last time I would be close to him, I would indulge in everything that I wanted him to hear. The words began to flood out of my mouth faster now. 

"I need you. It's unbearable being just your friend. For so long I've wanted to touch you, to be with you, to feel you move inside me –"

With a low growl, Arnav threaded his fingers through my hair. The movement startled me and I stopped speaking. Arnav took no notice of my reticence as he placed kisses along the column of my throat, drawing closer to my lips. His tongue flashed out and found an erogenous zone on the edge of my jaw. A warmth kindled through my body, and my hands tightened their grip on his biceps.

I could feel him smiling against my skin. Then his lips glanced across mine and any coherent thought about what we were doing left my head. I moaned as his lips found mine stronger this time, gently coaxing entry to my mouth. I trembled on top of him, unable to withstand the sensations obliterating me. His tongue tentatively dipped into my mouth, teasing, before Arnav reverted to chaste closed mouth kisses.

I released a rumble of frustration before Arnav laughingly drew our mouths together once more. His lips claimed mine ruthlessly, and I mewed in satisfaction as one of his hands slipped from its entanglement in my hair to caress the bare skin of my shoulder.

Arnav ceased his possession of my mouth and gazed into my eyes. "Khushi, you have no idea what you do to me." His lips were reddened by our kisses and I could barely restrain myself from attacking him again.1

My lips quirked in a smile I couldn't contain. "Oh I have an idea," I said teasingly, as I threw a look at his tented boxers behind me.

Arnav's eyes darkened, as he laughed hoarsely with me. 

"I wanted you to know – that I feel the same." He licked his lips. All I could focus on was the glistening moisture there. I wanted to bite his bottom lip and pull it into my mouth. 2

"Do you remember Shyam ?" he asked.

A twinge of confusion stabbed me with his question. How could I forget my first kiss? I sat up a bit straighter to look at Arnav clearer.

"Yes," I answered slowly. Why the hell was he bringing him up now?

"I saw him kiss you behind the bushes at our eighth-grade dance, and I was so jealous, I wanted to be him so badly."

I frowned at him, trying to comprehend what his words meant. Had he really liked me since eighth grade?

"That was why I told you I didn't want you to sleep with me, because I couldn't sleep next to you without wanting to touch you and be with you –"

I laughed as I ran my eyes over his toned frame beneath me. "I think I got a taste of my own medicine tonight," I admitted softly.

"I'm just glad we're on the same page now," Arnav smiled up at me. "I love you too, by the way."9

"What -?" I managed to get out before Arnav rolled us over, so that he was on top, his arms caging me in on both sides, as his broad chest pressed against mine.1

Arnav smiled slyly down at me, as I stared breathlessly up at him. "Oh yeah, I heard your little confession last night."

He pressed more of his weight into me, and a streak of pleasure coursed through me, as I felt his length against me.

"Hey, can you help me out of these pants?" I asked him, as I wiggled beneath him. Arnav was only too happy to comply, as he moved down my body. He popped the button of my jeans and undid the zipper on my pants, all my attention zeroed in on his movements.

We were really doing this.

Arnav smiled, a slow sensual one, filled with seductive promise. "By the time we're done, you won't even remember Shyam existed."

Arnav pressed a kiss to my navel, his wet lips leaving a soft mark on my skin. My skin tingled as I shivered in anticipation of him touching other parts of me.

"Shyam who?" I panted, as Arnav hooked his fingers in the waistband of my pants and began tugging them down.1

Arnav chuckled warmly in approval. "Exactly."