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. Steamy and erotic ..thoroughly enjoyed it. The writing was so beautiful that I could visualise the whole scene. A very nice take on one of the most loved scenes from IPKKND.

  2. Acceptance.

    Of all the things, it is what matters and a guaranteed source of happiness. When walked with leap of faith, we’re all but blessed with serendipity.

    After all the months of denial, the moment of realization when danced to the rhythm of their heart beats, encouraged him to embrace his soul’s desires. That silent assurance of his acceptance cemented with her own yearning ensured a life long happiness.

    Magical, this piece of literature…!

  3. Awesome… Hot… Passionate… Loved the way how u cleared both Arnav and Kushi’s interlude separately… This is one of my fav scenes in IPKKND… Enjoyed ur version of it absolutely…

  4. This was one of my favorite scenes of Arnav and Khushi in the show and I absolutely love the way you have recreated this in such a passionate and steamy way. And it was so beautifully written, whether it be describing their emotions, the sensations or the actions. It was just beautiful! I really hope there is another part with some much needed sheet clawing action!!

  5. it was an amalgamation of out of bound passion and unruly insecurity….beautifully etched…..You guys have nailed the potrayal of our hero nd heroine. Unbeleivably beautiful!!

  6. Wow superb update I’m actually having trouble in following this blog😬 I’m not getting the mail to confirm subscription

  7. Awesome OS. Really hot and sizzling; wish IPK had followed this storyline !! Superb writing; loved the fact that finally Arnav acknowledged his feelings and told her that loses !! S and K You both are one of my most favorite authors – love the way you tell an Arshi tale !! 🙂 ship13(IF)

  8. SK, simply lovely. Your words humour us draw us in as we remember the scene, and how this differs more eloquently than the scene itself. Without her child like behaviour, the dance made her the woman that she was meant to be for, only for him. George Branard Shaw once said ‘Dancing Is a Perpendicular Expression of a Horizontal Desire’ which explains the scene written and explained by your writing. Lovely

  9. Uph….
    Gripping right from the start ….
    Never wanted an end to this ‘Teri Meri’……
    If Arnav is the ‘Alpha ‘male….
    Khushi is His ‘Omega’……
    Once their lips merged……
    Their hearts in sync with each other’s beat…..
    Coxing those ambers to show its dance….
    The vibration of His lips ricoheting across hypersensitive nerves…..
    As insecurity raises its eyes…the alpha raw intensity says Yes You are Mine…..
    Surge of confidence….He desires Me….emboldens Khushi…
    These two are in a pod….
    Wrapped in the Cocoon of their own emotions…..
    Listening to those sync rhythm ..
    Mirroring each other’s needs….
    The crater opens spitting the red hot lava…..
    Rest is history….
    Just loved this OS…..
    Take a the podium……

    saffron’s Ramblings…

  10. Beautiful it was hot I liked when arnav said come to me.l loved the passionate attraction they have for each other his 28 for her 18 arnav will always be the man for me read it over again .

  11. I like the way this particular scene takes off in this OS , far better than the show , the passion btw Arnav &Khushi is portrayed just right
    raw , tender, they are on fire

  12. i wish the original story came close to this in some way, i remember when i started reading fanfic on IF i always used to wonder if one of the producer would read any of these amazing stories and actually take the show in that direction.

  13. There were some iconic moments in the serial like their dance on “Teri Meri”. , when we had all let our imaginations go wild to how that moment could translate to our own wishes .amazing how beautifully from here on you have taken Arnav KHushi to where we all wanted the to go.
    A few more of these iconic moments were red saree diya , and post 2nd marriage never could understand that despite sharing a one in life time chemistry & then sharing a bed ,how they managed to stay away from each other 😜😜

  14. Here I am finally….
    this so does the justice of two people in the verge os lust, passion and love…Chemistry so mindblowing that my heart is in my mouth when he approaches her…
    Very very steamy and very very arshi….
    You have magic with the words….and you know exactly what we viewer had wanted when we saw them oozing the thick physical tension in the show..
    If this is not HEAVEN, then what is?😝

    Loved loved loved it….

  15. Oh my ❤❤❤ i think i enjoyed this version better than the original scene….the passion n emotions written beautifully…hope to read more of ur stories..

  16. hi! i’m new here in fact this is the first work I’ve read from you and it was so eloquently written. I absolutely adored how you wove the chemistry and passion, from one of my most favorite scenes from ipkknd. Well done.

  17. God.. it was beautiful.. simply awed.. And ArShi did took leap of faith to be with each other always.. loved this amazingly beautiful shot 😘

  18. I almost feel as if I’m in a sauna! whew! that was intense but i like it! I love it in fact. does passion like this exist in reality? It’s one of my most favorite scenes in the show and you’ve done it proud.

    1. I believe in soul searing love. It’s not for everyone, it’s exhausting and consuming, but for the brave and the very lucky, such passion exists.

  19. Hi girls
    One of the beautiful scene and u people turned it into such a heart warming story.
    Thank u girls. Pls keeping writing
    Thank u

  20. Wow loved It
    ..this is a nice way the story should have moved to happy ending. After the dance they confess their love and get married ..loved it

  21. Perfection is best in smaller doses. This story had everything…passion, doubts fading into certainty, finality and anticipation of what’s to come. Please complete it with a sequel.

  22. Of course, she knows he will hurt her and she also knows she has the power to hurt him back. What a lovely take on the lovely couple.

  23. Wanted to read more of your creations after FWN. He admitted his defeat and commanded cme to me and she did..

  24. wow this was soo beautiful…..a lot of times i hated how they made arshi to be soo indecisive….it grated heavily on my mind…but you bridge the gap of the uncertainty in falling in love and letting yourself be loved even if you might end up getting hurt… love love

  25. True, such a sweet moment, the pull, sexual tension, his teasing, the kiss, her fear, resistance, his surrender, would have loved some clawing action between the sheets, but it can wait, want Arshi to overcome their insecurities & confess. Thanks for the OS

  26. Wow… that was simply awesome and brilliantly written. I LOVE it! <3 Both Arnav and Khushi finally succumbed to the sexual tension between them… when reading the kiss, the longing, the surrender and the admission of their desire for each other, just felt heavenly. I sure was late by 4 years in reading this Arshi FF, but damnit, how am I to know you exist! If I've known back then 4 years ago about this blog, I would definitely not miss reading your Arshi stories. Thank God for Twitter that I saw your tweet and link. Hallelujah for social media! 😉

  27. The ITV would have been on fire 🔥 if such thing happens…. Jock apart….what a hot update from the particular place … breaking all the barrier and need for each other …the ego have nothing to do over the desire

  28. Oh dear I want more😭😭😭 I’m literally reeling from how you’ve amplified a scene from the show and took it to heights I can’t even describe. I’m just stunned at this point. Totally 🤯. This could be a great base for prose like no other. How these two develop their relationship despite the age gap and emotionally and intellectually bond while living in the rapture of the crazy chemistry they share! Omg another great one guys 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

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