His gaze drifted to her lips, lush curves that featured prominently in his mind’s night theater since that first bewildering collision.

She was an itch he’d wanted scratched. Unfortunately, it was a want he’d forced himself to ignore.

She was eighteen to his twenty eight. Between those years laid endless miles of life experience and an ocean of emotional maturity. Concentrating on the irritation prompted by her woman-child antics had made it possible to ignore the temptation that tore sleep from his body night after night, put a leash on his desires. Barely.

Tonight, that leash had snapped. Control and good intentions obliterated the moment their eyes locked on the stage.

A dance.

A series of movements that match the speed and rhythm of a piece of music.

A goddamn revelation.

It had delivered intimate knowledge of impossibly soft skin and the sweet intoxicating scent of woman. More, those deep inhales, the unsteady graze of her fingers across his chest, the gentle press of her body against his own, had exposed her awareness of him.

In the span of three minutes and some odd seconds, months of long denied need coalesced. Khushi Kumari Gupta was no longer an itch, she was a craving.

Dazed, Khushi stared up at the strong jaw dusted with a five o’clock shadow. How did they get here?

A moment ago she had been about to slip out of the sari while attempting to ignore the rock ‘n’ roll in her chest. Halfway through a new set of guitar riffs and drums she’d sensed him.

To the cacophony of piercing dhaks dhaks, she’d spun and found herself face-to-face with the devil responsible for her battered ribcage.

A wild spiral of tension coiled her limbs as his eyes ran deliberately over her in a slow lazy sweep, lingering briefly now and then. The impact was like a physical stroke, pitching her temperature to high fever.

Throat dry she could only stare. He stood perfectly still, arms folded across his chest, a shoulder leaning against the closed door, as if waiting for something.

What? What does this man want from her? And why does she want to give it, whatever it is, to him?

She’d swept her hair back with a simple silver clip secured at the crown, wanting it out of the way. Now, she felt exposed, vulnerable. Khushi licked her lips nervously, biting down on a corner.

Had she blinked she would’ve missed it. Within the second his gaze fixated on her mouth, she finally saw what he’d kept hidden. Hunger. Raw male hunger.

Air exited her lungs, but before she could grab the necessary breath to fill the suddenly too tight organs, he moved no, that wasn’t right; he prowled into the room.

She held her ground, mesmerized by the purpose slashed across the hard planes of his face. It overrode every instinct of self-preservation screaming for the obvious – feet towards emergency exit posthaste!

Yesterday she would’ve complied, an hour ago she would’ve made the feeble attempt to restore the rapidly shrinking buffer between herself and that focused intent.

Not now. Not when she could still feel the warmth of his breath against her neck. Not when her body was still recalling the sure glide of his hands over dips and curves, as if he had every right to them.

Despite having watched him take every step, his actual presence before her was startling. He’d stopped abruptly a mere foot away, the air of determination now stamped tangibly on his whole frame.

She hadn’t realized what she was doing until he caught her upper arm, pulled her against him and shuffled her back. Some mysterious steps later, her back hit the wall adjacent to the door, his face filling every inch of her vision.

“Khushi. Breathe.”

Devi Maya! No wonder things were blurring. Khushi closed her eyes, hurriedly sucking in several choppy breaths. Just as she’d sufficiently corrected the issue of oxygen deficiency her brain disengaged from the act of breathing all together.

They were chest to chest, thigh to thigh, because of that she felt it. It started as a slight shake along their merged points, peaking into a full rumble as he threw his head back and burst out laughing.

Her chest compressed. The rock ‘n’ roll was back. This time as accompaniment to the most gorgeous sound she’d ever heard. She wanted to taste it. See if it was as rich against her lips as it was upon her ears.

Bemused, she stared up at him, drinking in the grooves bracketing curved lips, the crinkles around his eyes that took away the remote chill of unfathomable irises.

He face was still coated with delight when he grinned down at her. Carefree. Gorgeous. But whatever he saw inked on hers took away the lines of amusement, replacing them with thoughtful contemplation.

Holding her gaze, his hand reached behind her. Khushi’s body drew taut when she felt the release of the clip. Dark tresses spilled from the crown, straight into his hands. With solemn concentration he ran his fingers through the length, testing the texture by entwining the fine waves between his thumb and forefinger.

It took herculean effort to throttle the whimper of pleasure clawing at the base of her throat.

Upon reaching the tip he looped the ends together. With slow deliberate motions he began to wrap the strands around his right palm. Tangled knots, messy weaves, interlocked threads, visible and not.

When he’d gathered most of the heavy mass, he gave a light tug, tilting her head back. His left arm slid around her waist. Within an eternity and a heartbeat later, Arnav Singh Raizada crushed his mouth down on hers.

Her lips parted and his tongue swept inside. Fuck him. Why had he waited so long for this?

She felt incredible in his arms. She tasted even better. Better than he imagined. He drew her closer, intent on relishing the lush pairing of tart apples and cream.

He gave as much as he took. Using kisses in lieu of words. Telling her with each union of lips of a year’s worth of misunderstanding and pent up desire.

The small palms against his chest curled, fisting into fabric. Tension melted from her body, flowed into his as her hands slid up, one curving around the back of his neck, fingers going into his hair. Then she deepened the kiss.

Hot. Wild. Passionate. Khushi kissed as she’d fought. No hesitation, no bullshit display of coyness.

She wanted him.

The little gasps escaping her throat sent a riot of heat straight to his groin. Those tiny moans demolished the possibility of returning to their prior relationships, opening a single tunnel forth that included them on a flat surface, her body moving under his.

Heat. So much heat. The thickening in her veins couldn’t be blood. It was pure gasoline. And his touch had ignited the inferno.

Khushi moaned helplessly against his tongue as Arnav bent forward slightly, arching her over his arm, sealing every gap between them. There was fierce adamant greed to the way he held her, making it impossible to ignore the sensation of being thoroughly claimed. The world burned away till there was nothing except urgent liquid kisses, one after another.

In some faraway, vague recess of her mind that wasn’t intent on his body pressed against her,  Khushi registered the approach of light footfalls.

“Khushi?” Her name drifted through wood panels, followed by a knock.

Arnav tore his mouth from hers, swearing under his breath as he buried his face in her neck.

“Khushi, what’s taking so long? Do you need my help?” Payal called out softly from the other side of the door.

“Send her away,” Arnav demanded. His voice was a rough tortured scrape, as if he’d had to force the words out.

Jiji? JIJI! Khushi was abruptly yanked out of her Arnav induced stupor. How could she have forgotten why she was in Laad Governor’s presence?

“I’m fine, jiji!” her voice hit the air at an unnatural pitch, “I’ll…I’ll be out in a few minutes!”

“Okay, but hurry!” Payal hesitated, “Khushi, have you seen Arnavji? Anjali’s looking-”

Yes, her brother has your sister pinned against the wall.

“No!” Khushi yelped as the besharam bit down on her earlobe.

“Khushi?’ the door knob twisted, “Are you sure you’re okay? Open the door.”

His soothed the bite with his tongue, before taking interest in the shell of her ear.

Goddess Maya who’s the crazy one?

“Arnav!” she hissed.

“Get rid of her,” he repeated, his breath fanning her oversensitive skin as he skimmed his nose along the column of her neck.

I’m trying!

Why? Of all men, why did her acidity insist on visiting only when this infuriating man came within vicinity?

When no one answered, Khushi cleared her throat. Forcing lightness into her tone, she called out, “Jiji, the stage lights were so bright I got a little dizzy. You go back first and I’ll be out as soon as I change.”

Payal Gupta’s body carried neither a confrontational nor assertive bone. Thus, after seeking assurance that Khushi was fine, she turned and headed quietly down the hall.

Arnav lifted his head as Payal’s steps faded. His eyes were back to smoky black pools, making his thoughts impossible to decipher.

It suddenly registered that she was inside a locked bedroom with a man who’d spent the last five minutes devouring her lips. A feast she had been fully engaged in. If they were to go by his usual modus operandi, Dr. Jekyll was about to be supplanted by Mr. Hyde.

The silence stretched, reeking of text loaded with subtext. When Arnav finally opened his mouth, Khushi tensed, mentally bracing herself for soul wreckage.


“It’s the dance!” she blurted, cringing as soon as the words escaped.

Arnav was pensive as he took in the satin sheen of red tracing the contours of her face. She was handing him the perfect excuse. One that would allow them to write this off, to go back to the way things were.

In a way she was right. It was the knowledge imparted through that dance that led them here. But while accompanying her through the crooning rendition of “Teri Meri” had been an impulsive decision on his part, their kisses just know were not. He had needed to know what she tasted like. Now that he knew, it was too late to turn back.

“It’s not the dance, Khushi,” he denied softly.

“I want you.” The confession was unadorned, so rawly spoken they vibrated thickly in the air. He dropped his forehead to rest it against hers and murmured, “Do you want me?”

Arnav was perturbed when she gave him the un-Khushi like response of silence. He pulled back, releasing her hair as he slipped an index finger under her chin, using it to lift her face up to his – reeling when he received a sucker punch to the gut. What the fuck!

“Want,” she admitted quietly. “Yes, I want you.”

Had he heard this before looking at her face, he would’ve been filled with elation. The words were right, however-

Desire and doubts slashed shadows in her eyes, but overwhelming both was fear. Why? Before the question fully formed, the answer arrived, delivered by the sharp talons of the undeniable.

Because he’d pushed her away whenever she came too close. How often had he fed her his venom, uncaring how it hurt her as long as it protected him? And yet, here she was, in his arms; beautiful, willing, but afraid to give her trust.

He moved to press his lips against her forehead and stated simply, “I lose.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

“Fought the pull of you, Khushi. Fought damn hard. But now… it’s no longer the war I’m interested in winning.

This admission cost him. It was terrifying to make himself vulnerable to a woman, particularly one who had such a hold over him. It was cushioned by the sweet ache of relief to take a leap of faith he had not attempted since he was a boy of twelve. Since the day all that was safe and familiar had crumbled to dust.

His thumb stroked her cheekbone. She would take care. His Khushi. To be wrong about her would finish him.

“I’m going to leave. Change your dress. When you walk out of here, come to me.”

“Come to you?” Khushi questioned with a slow drag, mining for the hidden meaning.

“Yes, come to me.”

“What happens after that?” she whispered.

I’m not letting you go.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took her hand and led her to stand before the full length oval mirror. Khushi felt cool air on her back as Arnav swept her hair over one shoulder. Stepping behind her, he untied the dory, deftly undoing the tiny fastenings that held her blouse together.

He leaned down, pressed a kiss to the place where her shoulder met her neck.

“I’ll be waiting.”

His hands pulled the tucked ends of the sari before he turned. Stunned Khushi watched the reflection of Arnav’s departing back in the mirror. The soft click of the door reached her as moss green georgette pooled to her feet.

She stood at the entrance, eyes searching. She found him on the peripheral edge of the crowd, his figure casting a lone shadow on the wall behind him.

She took a step in Arnav’s direction before stopping in hesitation.

He’d hurt her, this man with his rare smiles and even rarer laughter. Hurt her with his coldness. He wasn’t indifferent, which etched every cruel rebuff deeper. Because despite feeling the pull between them, it had always been too easy for him to give her his back and walk away.

He was twenty eight to her eighteen. An ocean’s gap of experience surged between the shores of those years. She knew this well, and yet…

An impossible distance was words once spoken at the base of mountains, the banks of rivers, and to the faraway stars.

It had always been a question of willingness.

There were still tangles in her hair left from his fingers. The taste of their shared heartbeat lingered at the tip of her tongue.

She’d been hurt by him, but instinctively she knew, she also had the power to hurt him.

His head lifted and their eyes locked. For a moment his chest goes wide, as if he’d pulled in a sharp breath. A bittersweet note plucked at her heart. The want he spoke of was merely the threshold to more. She could love him if he let her. Standing right there, Khushi finally acknowledged a deep truth.

He was the only man in the room, the only man in the world. She could spend the next eighteen years looking, but Arnav Singh Raizada would always be the only man for her.

She started moving, wanting only to abolish the solitude of that shadow. Her feet bridged the distance, each step steady and sure, so unlike her stumbling; because for the first time, she had a clear destination.

When she was before him, Arnav offered his hand. Once she placed hers in his, he carefully folded her to his side. The fingers of their joined hands laced together.

What was the real distance between two hearts?

Perhaps, only a leap of faith.


We hope you gals like where we took the story. Or more accurately, where these two took all of us. Whether it’s a yay or nay, please share your thoughts with us in the PG!

For those who were anticipating sheet clawing action, maybe the next round. 😉

To those who kept us company all week – MUAK!

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  1. Well I won’t lie I was one of “them” looking for sheet clawing and steamy goodness🙈🙈🙈lol but I must stay I enjoy this as much ‘dahh of course you would’ 😁. The way Arnav kissed Khusi was so sizzling, sensuous and steamy it was has if I was transported back in that room with both of them ‘watching up front ‘hand on jaw with googly eyes’😏. I could feel their pent up desire exploded in that one kiss. Every passion, emotion, lust, love, communication pass thru that one kiss, no word was needed for what would happen beyond that.. “He was the only man in the room, the only man in the world. She could spend the next eighteen years looking, but Arnav Singh Raizada would always be the only man for her” I love this part , I read it over and over. Yeah Khusi go get your man he only belongs to you and me of course when you not looking😂😍😝

  2. Wow..I just loved this reminded me of their Teri meri dance and their conversation after the dance..the look in his hot so deep.
    You have penned it beautifully I could see it happening in front of my eyes. Simply amazing

  3. Aaaand, I read this finally! Yayy! 😁

    Is that Aditi Rao? Is that her? *Shut up, imagination. Every damn time, You!*

    Oops. 😂

    So, so, so mushy it was. I multi-visualised the entire thing. First, that he was some dance teacher, they are at a college. Second, that he is a devious Arnav, I just not the mighty ASR. Only Teri Meri brought me back to my senses. And this song can bring is back to our senses anywhere. Or take our senses away -tuhmayto tohmato. 😂

    Sheet clawing is good for health, but a little overindulgence with heartbeat staccato plays a dreamy rhythms defying all good sense for health. 😂

    Lovely, sweeties! Lovely. 💖

    Much love,

    1. Growing sassy aren’t we. 😛
      Hahaha, we enjoy the sweet and spicy, makes most things more edible. 😉
      You’re more than welcome to allow that imagination to take flight within these pages.

  4. You didnt even take them near the sheets!!!!
    Few more seconds and i would have thrown them on those sheets myself and made sure of some clawing action!!!!
    Uff such an update cant wait to read the others!!!!

  5. Oh my lord!!!! How I had craved to see this in reality…but I am sure the censor board would have had a heart attack….hey that’s what fan fics are for…..awesome awesome…..I just can’t describe the beauty of the words potraying the emotions between Arnav and Khushi

  6. O MY!!Dis was so freaking HOT!! I just love da sweet, beautiful, sensual n passionate attraction dey have for each other. Absolutely loved it!

  7. very erotic,,,i must say
    just remembered my days of falling in love….
    just that i was the one who said i loose since i was the one running away from my emotions

  8. wow it is really hot…you write romantic scenes very beautifully…i wish something like this happened in serial…i liked lthe last line…come to me what a line from arnav…i know kushi melted hearing this line…

  9. ok hold up. Are you a witch like legit serious.. you have magic in your writing and im transported to another world. how. how goddammit! you are using black magic on me and affecting me and my feelings all over the place!! gaaaah just take my heart already! This is an amazing piece! im just like speechless i want to live in this piece and imagine ipk this way and never come back to the real world cos this is wayy better! sigh. wheres my genie? im gonna use all 3 wishes for this.

  10. Oh hello there!

    Guess who’s spamming you all today!

    So I just caught up on your OS and omg I just feel so speechless the way you guys write! Eeeeeeek it’s just so damn amazing like how?? Jejsskkabduss. I can’t breathe you both make me dhak dhak haha. But omg this OS was just so alluring. I love the way Arnav said ‘I lose’ because it’s a rare moment to see Arnav giving in and the way Khushi realises that Arnav is the man for her. It was just absolutely breathtaking. I could do with some more!

    Next I really want to read FWN!

    WHEN will i be gifted this opportunity!! Your faithful reader shall be back once you all update again 😀

  11. Way to go lady….the conversation alone gave me goose bumps. I wonder what would have happen, had they made it to the bed. Love all your work, you do a perfect justice to all the emotions n all the hotness between Arnav and Khushi.

  12. *opens up a bottle*

    Finally ready to binge read your one shots. So, I’ll probably be spamming you all night long since who need sleep when you can spend your night with a certain Raizada even if that Raizada is in my computer screen and I’m outside of it but whatever.

    This one was soooo.. ah, I went from acidity to dhak dhak real quick. The way its written is magnificent, the atmosphere, the words.. all of them were brilliantly crafted.

    Each word left its mark, left an impact and combined into this OS, they had the power to make me breathless. Now I got a taste of these one shots.. I want more and lucky for me, there are more.

  13. Waaaoooowwwwww!!❤️😍😍😍❤️❤️ Such a beautifully written story the way u display their feelings was awesome and it was hot hot hot😏😉loved the way u displayed the aftermath of Teri meri.. It was simply awesome.

  14. Hi, I’m a new reader, and I just LOVE all of your works. I really want to read FWN, so could you send me the password for it? Thanks!

  15. Oh my!!
    I am so happy that I have come across this rabbit hole and hopped in. I don’t think I would forgive myself if I have let go. I usually never read os. Don’t ask me why coz I dont have an answer. But some how I ended up reading this one as the title was too good to ignore. I didn’t know what it meant and had to look into a dictionary to find out. Thank you for adding new words to my vocabulary.
    And your style of writing was simply amazing. I couldn’t speak for awhile after reading this one. You have penned their thoughts,feelings and emotions so well.
    The scorching kiss , her fear, his reasons, his confession were so…
    I have know words. For someone who is so damn good at words and expressions , my words will only fall short.
    Okay , all I wanted to say was I loved your writing. How much I wish the show was like this. But thankfully when we readers have such amazing fanfictions what else do we need😃

  16. Beautifully written!!!
    I’m obviously NOT a writer but have thoroughly enjoyed the dance of words, it brings back the memery of the beautiful Teri meri dance sequence.
    Is this what was going through their minds and heart at the time…….
    And Arnav finally giving in….love it.
    Had to remind do myself to …..Breathe.

  17. Of’s a YaYYYYY….
    Never thought the green room situation can be like this… much beautiful…& their words…apt to their expressions in the show…
    Great job guys…!!

  18. Read this OS again… Love your way with words. Opened WordPress account just to be able to read and comment. Still finding my way around it through. Keep forgetting password… Anyway, just wanted to say that though I am not a fan of short stories, this was beautiful. But makes me crave for more…

  19. Oh why? Why couldn’t it been like this. ?. Ok add the scorpian bite to Shyam their love could have been like this…ok maybe not in tellyworld woth our pg 12 rating. But still… please more, more.

    ps bravo! And thank you!

  20. This is my all time favorite scene from ipkknd and I absolutely love the direction that you guys took this one shot in. I’ve been reading fanfiction for a while and I’ve often noticed that the stories with the most interesting titles are the best written. I guess the titles are a glimpse into the writer’s creative minds. And I’ve been proven right once again because this story delivers on everything that the title promises. I’m in love! Can’t wait to read more.

  21. Your rewriting of the after dance sequence of ipkknd has left me completely impressed. You have given a new dimension to the scene. I could literally imagine each and every sentence that you have penned down. a heart touching update. not only was it intense but also involved feelings and you also showed arnavs thoughts. Loved every bit of it and regarding the action part of it cant wait for the next one! 😉 😛

  22. yay…A beautiful rendering of teri meri and beautifully etched descriptions of the emotions..the dance of desires sensations and feelings and ultimately resigning to needs and faith .faith in the knowledge that she is the one for him..his Khushi…excellent write..powerful emotions..
    thank you 🙂

  23. Lovely memory of Teri meri sequence, the silent talk of their eyes and actions, private moments in public, and that’s what Arnav should have done instead of pussyfooting and beating around the bush. this Arnav is a little more daring than in the show. love him

  24. I loved the direction and culmination of this OS. The dance of passion that theyve been skirting around right from Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai — can only end like this.
    Its surreal how these two could emote and ooze passion using just their eyes!
    Absolutely loved the writing!

  25. Wow… u r an amazing writer. Hats off to u. thank u so much for sharing ur os link. This is the first story of yours im reading. And im already impressed. I love the boldness of khushi here… and arnav acceptance. C u in next os

  26. Every time I repeatedly watch that Teri meri Dance sequence, I have wished something like this had happened, atleast a half realisation of the turmoil between them.

    If we look into the show, we can see that Arnav have never been this cruel and brutal with anyone in his life like he was with his Khushi. Each time the pull of attraction increased he became more torturous, and when the the attraction crossed more than desire and lust and made him lose control and do things, it literally made him do the same with her in the opposite way.

    And Khushi, she has grown up with her naïve version of love stories. So when her soul found her mate in one of the most complicated soul, her brain does what it should do for its survival, ‘denial’. Aranav’s cruelty helped her brain to make her focus on that than the deep desire and passion which was just a scratch on surface of something deep. Her Dhak Dhak and acidity is her heart’s way of making her show what is happening to her , overriding her Brain’s interference.

    This OS beautifully depicts how both of them overrides all the warnings and how they take a positive step towards their own love story. Arnav have just scratched the surface, but Khushi has realized more when she accepts much more when she accepts he is the only man for her.

  27. It seems I have written a story by itself. Sorry for babbling. For me, it’s either here or there when commenting, because personal time is something that is rare for me. So I go greedy when I get some. Thank you for sharing your work.

    1. Never apologize for sharing your thoughts – we love it! ^^
      A very solid point you made at the end and I think it’s most fitting with their characters yeah? Arnav loves, but considering how closed off he is from his emotions, the walls can only be chipped off slowly. Khushi on the other hand is deeply in tune with herself and thus once she allows herself to take the leap, she will love with her all.

  28. Just checked the meaning of Cafuné and Redamancy. Wow! how did you come upon those words? You can’t get more perfect than this! And thank you for increasing my vocabulary.

  29. Wow…that was too hot… i am not a writer, but i njoy reading… esp about arshi…n ur works are really a treat to me… u are really talented, so keep going… dont let ur talent go waste… bcoz u hav got a huge fan following here ….

  30. Its been five years since the show stole our hearts…look at all of us still marvelling at Arshi chemistry.And then there are authors like you who have kept fangirls like me hooked to the internet looking,searching literally combing through IF wordpress and blog spot for Arshi stories.Thanks for writing that transforms us to sapno ki duniya.
    Now the os is smoking hot with a touch of lifelong promises and Arnav in his true ASR style(send her away+get rid of her).Khushi’s leap of faith.
    It started with raw sexual hunger and ended with a lifelong promise.Brilliant.♥️

  31. lovely one 🙂
    you gave a new dimension to the Teri meri dance sequence.
    raw sexuality oozed from this piece. And the end! the promise of being together for eternity *_*
    just loved it 🙂

  32. Hey I’ve just read first os and i could say that’s awesome you chose perfect Arahi scene for story infact all audience have been wanted to shoot that scene like ths story 😀😁 you done great jobe 👍love you keep writing..😍😍

  33. Hi!

    That was beautiful, absolutely poignant. The unexchanged words hidden in the masks of their expressions and gestures were penned down finely and to the point almost. Thank you so much for capturing one of my favourite scenes from the serial and adding further glory to it.

    Loved the ending where they realised the ” real distance between two hearts”.

    Looking forward to read the next set of one shots. 🙂

  34. 306 thoughts! I hope you read my comment…. you present your stories differently! You play with the words and even the grey character speaks in your story…. I remember teri meri… it was breath taking! Bittersweet memories!

    You have some kind of password set in your other stories… if you can add me in your readers list! I tweeted you as well! I want to read all of this… because after ages I found something worth reading without cringing

  35. Hah! Did it end here? I was transported to the locked bedroom watching these too. Of course, I was expecting some sheet clawing action, dammit!
    Anyway, the kiss sensual, sizzling, and hot. What I enjoyed most was the detailed description of their actions, and the underlying subtextual emotions.
    This episode has been one of my favorites and you have taken this to a whole new level !!!
    Can we have the sheet crawling action as another OS? 😉


  36. That was such a lovely and romantic one!! I wish what you have written was really present in the show!!
    Transported me back to Teri Meri and their convo…”veise yeh rang tum pe utna bhi bura nahi lagtha”!!!

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