Waiting for Spring

I knew this would eventually happen… can’t sleep, so indulge me a bit yeah?

shipperK’s first Arshi one shot ^^

“What’s up my man?” NK asked as he plopped down on the opposite wooden bench, his squared head and spiked hair blocking the view.

Arnav ignored him, sliding over a few inches to see past the obstruction. Almost perfect. He never realized his best friend had such giant ears. He had to curb the impulse to yank them out of the way.

It was already ten minutes into the lunch hour, where was…


She was pretty, fuck, unbelievably pretty.

Long ,thick hair, so shiny it gleamed in the sunlight. She wore it straight, no curls, no hairclips, no stupid ponytails, just a beautiful stream of black falling to her waist. A body she didn’t show off by stretch of the imagination, but that didn’t mean a guy couldn’t see she had curves in all the right places.

She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t short. Tall enough she could slip on some heels and he’d still have to bend down to take her mouth, a mouth with full lips that begged for kisses. Her eyes were a clear green, like the fresh spear of spring grass. Even from the distance of six yards he could feel the impact of them. And he knew there was a space of eighteen feet between them because he had once mentally measured it.

Occasionally he would catch a mischievous a glint in them, as if she was thinking of something too delicious to share.

She was a smooth drink for his hungry eyes, but it was her neck that beckoned his gaze. The milky column enticed him like nothing else. He wanted to bury his nose in their soft curve, to inhale, to taste, to bite, to claim.

What would her scent be like?

Oblivious of his mental torture, she glided to her spot. A spot he made sure was always available to her from the day she first claimed it. Some girls walked, some skipped, a few danced, but she, always glided.

Folding her long legs, she sat gracefully down on the patch of grass, leaning against the giant birch tree, then unzipping her backpack, she rummaged briefly before pulling out a paperback.

Munching absently on a celery stick, she opened the book. He always knew the moment she became lost in a story, her eyes would gaze over a bit, and then she should haunch over slightly until her hair fell over it. It was fucking cute.

The curtain of hair was like a private screen. He liked it and he hated it. No one else gets to see her, but it also meant he was closed off too.

Three years. He had watched this routine for three years.

Arnav remembered the first time she caught his attention. She had just transferred to their school, her looks causing a stir among the male half of the sophomore class.

He had been standing with his crew when saw her make her way from the food court towards him. He had given her a casual once over, appreciating what he saw and expecting her to look up when she passed him. Girls always looked when they passed him.

He had inherited the Raizada good looks, and having made varsity basketball in his sophomore year, female attention had always been ample.

To his shock, she had walked right past him. Heading straight to the quiet corner, sat down, pulled out a paperback, tucked her hair behind her ears, exposing her slender neck as she promptly buried herself in a world far away.

She didn’t try to make friends; she didn’t try to catch attention. She was simply comfortable in her own company. The next day, he had herded the crew to the table adjacent to her tree. He did it again the following day, and the next.

He never approached her, merely sat on the stupid bench and watched her routine for one hour a day, five days a week, for three damn years.

Now in three months, senior year would be over and he wouldn’t even have this small piece of her to look forward to.

Damn him.

He would no longer be able to watch over her, making sure no fuckwad approached and poached on his territory. Arnav was jerked out of the thoughts when feminine arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Linda, Lynn, La, whatever her name was, draped herself over him. Didn’t these bitches understand personal space?

He shrugged her off- looking on with distaste as she smoothly transitioned herself over to NK- blocking a slice of his happiness. Spoiling the view of his Khushi.

None to gently, he kicked NK under the table, sending both nuisances toppling over to the side.

That was when he saw it.

No fucking way. What was that punk from the soccer team doing? They knew, every male in the school knew, not to approach her. He had made it clear on the field and off.

She was off limits.

Yet, Shyam looked determined as he headed towards Khushi, his gaze slid to Arnav, his chin lifting in challenge.

The fucker was going to talk to her.

He was going to ask her out.

Date her. Marry her. Make babies with her. Grow old with her.

Hell no. That was his.

She didn’t know it. They didn’t know it. But that was going to change.

Right this fucking minute.

Arnav’s body made the decision and carried it out before his brain caught up.

He stood to his feet, even at eighteen his height and build indicated clearly he was a full grown man. He stomped towards Shyam, fists clenched, teeth bared.

The spineless little snake froze in his tracks as he realized Arnav’s intent; a look of shock broke over his face as a bead of sweat gathered. Arnav crossed his arms and watched with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction when Shyam turned abruptly on his pansy ass and walked back to his table.

The idiot. She was worth fighting for. Clearly he wasn’t worthy of her.

His gaze turned towards the girl driving him slowly out of his mind. He felt amusement battle with exasperation as he noted her still bent head, didn’t she realize what he had just saved her from?

He knew he was done fighting. Three years of resisting her pull had taught him it was only going to get worse. Game on.

Arnav could feel the gaze of the entire student body on him as he continued towards her. For the first time he felt nerves skip down his spine. If he struck out, he would never be allowed to live it down.

Hell, that wasn’t an option. Arnav Raizada never struck out.

He walked forward until there was only a single foot of space between them. His heart was pumping so hard he was surprised she didn’t hear it. Focusing on the exposed curve of her neck, he cleared his throat.

She looked up and green clashed with black. Her gaze was serious as she studied him, as if measuring his worth.

“Hi,” he croaked as she continued to stare.

His eyes dropped to her lips, watching with fascination as they curved upwards.

“Was that so hard?”


“Coming to me.”

He stood gaping at her. “You knew?”

“Since the day you claimed that bench,” her head tilted towards NK and his friends.

“Then why didn’t you do anything?” he demanded, suddenly furious over the time they had wasted.

Khushi shrugged, eyes glinting with mischief, “I didn’t think it would take Arnav Singh Raizada three years to ask a girl out.”

Hearing her voice, calm, gentle, and so fucking sweet saying his name, he lost it.

Arnav threw back his head and laughed.

She looked passed his shoulders, suddenly aware of their audience and bit her lips.

Fuck him, she was cute.

Confidence restored, his hand reached out, pulled her up flushed against him while he wrapped the other gently around the nape of her neck.

He leaned in close. And inhaled. Sweet and fresh, she smelled of sunshine and spring.

Better than he imagined. Better than he could even dream. And he had plenty of dreams where she was concern.

“What are you doing?”

He smiled against her neck.

“Shhhh, give me a moment sunshine, I’m finally doing what I’ve wanted to do for years.”

Up close he decided her ears were pretty cute too. He gave them a light nip before tilting his head back. Her body froze. That’s right, Arnav thought, she was about to get the full doze of Raizada charm.

With her body pressed against his, the feel of her silky hair in his hand, her scent wrapped around him, Arnav made a decision.

He hadn’t planned it, hadn’t wanted it. Had fought it for a long time, but he knew, this was it.

She was it.

So with calm surety, before dozens of witnesses, he asked the most important question.

“You gonna be my girl?”

He felt her tremble in his arms.

“Yeah,” she answered, a little breathless, a little shy, but strong and sure.

Cute. Perfect. His.

……. 😀


  1. I enjoy the high school love story.here he neither claimed nor showed the majority,just loved the girl by watching her.it was sweet os and just loved the ending how khushi knew it since that long.

  2. This was adorably cute!! To read something on young arnav and khushi. Could we get a teenage story? Would love to read something on their school life. Loved this one shot. It was nothing but sweet and cute!

  3. Teenage/High School love, childhood love — I love these kind of stories.. Theres something just so refreshing, so pure about them — it never fails to warm the heart!!

    This one is just one of those kinds —-totally adorable the way Arnav has been a silent admirer and protector all the years,, and when he finally talks to her — he realizes she is THE ONE for him!!!!

    Absolutely loved this story!!

  4. Omg… that was really cute… so so soooooo cute…. i expected something at the end… but disappointed a little… eventhough this was the best…

  5. OMG! This is cute.
    Only khushi could make the great Arnav Singh Raizada act like a saint, he waited for THREE years to come to her. Indeed khushi is worth fighting for.

  6. Hi!

    That was so damn cute!!!
    Oh boy! I loved it!

    Asking the perfect girl out – too much of an effort hai na?

    Loved the subtlety and the light heartedness of the story.
    Keep up the good work!

    Looking forward to read the rest of the stories in this absolutely wonderful blog. I have to mention that this wordpress site is beautified beyond words. A perfect combo of touching quotes and images.

    Loving it!

  7. Oh god am getting crazy for your stories read all in one day just can’t get enough of Arahi and that one is cutest among all stories so fascinating especially girls like me coz i have never studied in combine collage lol😆😃 anyway Realy cute story i have ever read love you😍😙😚

  8. ohhh ! Your words allow us to be Khushi.. (my neck has very sensitive point too !!- just saying ) this was a cute mix of Qaymat se Qaymat Tak – Phela pyaar, phela nasha.. and then Grease – Summer Loving .. How they both manged three years is bloody amazing… but now she is his girl.. can we have part 2 where she becomes his woman !!

  9. High school romance is not my cup of tea but this was adorable loved sassy Khushi and well Arnav was just being himself 😂😈

  10. this was too damn adorable!! Arnav just looked at Khushi – for 3 years!! and all that was needed was a Shyam to get him to act 😉
    Khushi was super cute as always!

  11. I don’t like reading teen romance that much.Glad I read this.
    Loved d way he asked in no nonsense way.
    Damn!! But 3 years!

  12. Iam just wondering why my “like” is missing in this beautiful story – the same happened with “except the naked truth” in the morning – Iam sure I have pressed the like button and commented before.
    Anyways, re-reading your awesome works.

  13. Lovely one shot…so cute….he just watched her for three years….he didn’t approached her just watched her…. that’s a surprise that khushi already knew about him…cute love story….
    Finally shyam made him to take that step towards khushi…. unintentionally shyam helped them…..

  14. Wonderful.. Arnav took three years to claim what is his.. well his girl knew about him.. loved it.. 😘

  15. This story reminds me of high school when we use to have a Teri vali or tera vala ….no guts to ask out. Just enjoy and claim it by visual territory.

  16. A cute romantic story. Can’t believe he waited 3 years to approach her. Specially since he made no qualms about marking his territory. It had to be the feeling of jealousy that finally got him to move his butt and do something.
    I love Khushi for waiting patiently for Arnav to make his move. Though I doubt anyone’s that patient in today’s world.

  17. Aww! That is sooo cute! She knew all along that he was pining for her but waited for him to make the move! Shyam trying to make a move got Arnav to spring into action!

  18. Today I am on a roll.. reading your stories one after the other and enjoying a lot… such sweet love story… I love this khushi … she knew about Arnav’s feelings but did nothing for 3 years :-))… finally Shyam was needed to push Arnav to make the move.

  19. So cute. Shyam the snake stands no chance when Arnav challenges. Khushi knew all along, but it is not too late right?

  20. Awww, super cute! And our Khushi is something else, isn’t she 🙂 What was Arnav waiting so long for though?? Some Shyam to come along and steal a march on her…

    Anyway der aaye, durust aaye… When he finally decides to go for it, he does it in style… Loved it!!!

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