Music Of The Heart.

CHAPTER TEN.

Khushi closed her eyes as she leaned in to seal his lips with hers. Her hand went to rest on his chest while his hand flew to her waist, holding her as gently as possible. Waves of heat emanating from him ripped through her body and she fought a shudder.

Khushi could almost feel his warm breath on her mouth when a shrill ringing sound brought them out of their dream land and back to reality. Arnav stared at her in disbelief, his face reflecting the shock displayed on Khushi's face.
Khushi removed her hand from his chest and then glanced at his hand holding her waist. Arnav followed her gaze downwards and gulped when his gaze settled on the intimate contact their bodies made there. He jerked his hand away and stood up in a haste. He turned his back to her, and rushed to pick up the office intercom. 

"Yes!" He barked.
"Uh, sir. There is a man here, he says you asked for a delivery from their restaurant. Should I take it?"
"Yes!" That's all Arnav could manage to speak right now. 
"Okay, sir."
Arnav slammed the receiver back, and stood rooted to his spot. He didn't dare turn around, he wasn't ready to face her yet!
Khushi stood up and straightened her dress. She looked everywhere in the room but him. She gulped before speaking.
"I was so--"
"You don't have to worry, I'm fine. My sugar level dropped and--"
"hungryy--"
"I had to eat something swe-- wait, what?!" Arnav turned around, to face her.
"I was so hungry! I didn't eat anything in the morning, and I just had one doughnut for lunch! And now I'll have to starve until I go home! Bloody hell!"
Khushi said, all in one go.

Arnav didn't know what to say. First time in his life he was at loss of words.
'Damn. What should I say now? Maybe thank her for feeding me the doughnut? Like, thankyou Ms. Gupta for helping me? No no! Thanking her and giving her a chance to boast about herself for the rest of her life! No way in hell! But she did help me.' Arnav's mind was still struggling for a satisfactory reply when the peon knocked at his door.

'Oh good. This will help for now!' Arnav thought before walking towards his door. He took the delivery from the peon and closed the door behind him. 
The delicious smell of the food filled every corner of the room, leaving Khushi more hungrier than she was before.

'Great. First you save his life by feeding him your only doughnut and instead of thanking you he is torturing you with the tempting aroma of his food. Bastard.' Khushi scowled and turned on her heels to get her ass out of his cabin.

"Uh, Ms. Gupta?" Arnav called out.
'So he finally felt the need to say thankyou, did he?' Khushi rolled her eyes and turned to face him.

'Say it, Arnav! Be a gentleman! Just two words. Come on!' Arnav put the food, on his table and lifted his gaze to meet her questioning one.
"Uh, tha-- Damn it!" Arnav closed his eyes in frustration. 
Khushi frowned and waited for him to thank her.
"Uh, Ms. Gupta--" Arnav hesitated.
"What?!" 
"You.. uh-- You can go home!"
"Huh?"
"Yeah. Go home." Arnav avoided her gaze for the umpteenth time in the last fifteen minutes.
"I thought you were going to say tha-- UGH. Never mind. I'm not going home!" Khushi crossed her hands over her chest.
"Excuse me? That's an order Ms. Gupta!" 
Arnav so wished that she'd just agree and go home. Her presence would only force the memories of their almost kiss to come back and stick inside his head. But only if she wouldn't be so stubborn!
"Okay sir. But, I am still not going home! sorry!"
"What the-- I will fire you!" Arnav narrowed his eyes and said in a deadly gravelly voice.
"You can't and you wouldn't. You can't just call your employee to office because YOU feel like working on a bloody Sunday and then ask her to leave because and ONLY because you want her to go home! This ain't any game sir! So yes, I am not going home" Khushi retorted.
"But why the hell not! You are the one who didn't want to come to office today in the first place and when I'm asking you to leave, you don't want to go! You are unbelievable Ms. Gupta!"
"Because I can't leave you, like this!"
"LIKE WHAT DAMN IT?!"
"Don't you get it?! I found you lying on the damn floor unconscious some time back! And you expect me to just leave you here after that, and go home?! REALLY? You think I'll do that?!" 

Arnav stared at her speechlessly. 

Khushi breathed heavily, too furious and too shocked to say anything else. 

An awkward silence settled between them. Both of them were trying to process the answer of the same question that was bugging inside their heads

'WHY DOES SHE CARE? WHY DOES SHE CARE IF HE IS SICK OR IF HE IS EVEN DYING?' 

Khushi turned her head sideways, unable to meet his hard, penetrating gaze now while Arnav's probing gaze refused to leave her face. 

Khushi knew Arnav would be expecting some answers from her now. But she wasn't ready to face any of his questions yet. She wasn't sure herself to why she said that? And why did she feel the need to stay here, and look after him? Didn't she hate him? 

Hate.

If anybody would have asked her what she felt about Arnav yesterday or earlier today than she wouldn't have hesitated in saying that she hated him to the core. But why was she so unsure of her feelings right now? Why did the word hate suddenly didn't feel right for him?

Arnav tried to search her face for answers. He could see in her eyes that she was going through a lot of mixed emotions at the moment. Arnav opened his mouth to say something but before he could do that he heard Khushi say

"I'll be down in my cubicle. If you need something then just give me a call."
Saying that she rushed out of his cabin and slammed the door behind her.

Normally Arnav would've been furious if she would've dared to leave without hearing what he had to say and then slam his fucking door on his face but right now things were different.

Arnav ran a rough hand through his hair and closed his eyes in frustration.
He was frustrated. Yes. But not with her, with himself. What the hell is wrong with him? Was he really going to kiss her? Didn't he himself plan on making her life hell here in office. What was he thinking? Hell! Was he even thinking? And why is it affecting him so much that she is actually staying in office because of him? Because she cares for him?

Does she really care for him? This question alone was eating him up. Man, he needed to distract himself from the thoughts of Khushi Gupta now! He clenched his fists and turned around to go back to his chair when he realized he hadn't eaten yet. 

He sat down and brought a spoon full of rice to his mouth when he stopped half way. 

'She hasn't eaten yet damn it!' Arnav clenched his jaw and pushed his plate away. 

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Hunger and confusion, both were not letting Khushi's mind rest in peace even for a bit. First her stomach refused to shutup! now her mind too! The picture of their almost kiss was stuck inside her head, making her heart thunder inside her chest. Khushi held her crying stomach and put her head down on the table. 

'If only my phone wouldn't have been out of battery!' Khushi cursed under her breathe and shook her head fiercely wanting to kick every single image of them together out of her head when somebody patted her shoulder.

Khushi lifted her head to see who it was and asked
"Yeah?"
"A delivery for you." The peon answered.
"A delivery?" Khushi frowned.
"Yeah. Food." The peon smiled.
"Food?" 
"Yeah."
"From?"
"ASR"
"What?"
"I guess he ordered food for you." 
"For me?" Khushi raised her eyebrow, eyeing the food in his hand.
"Damn. What's so confusing, eh? Yes. ASR ORDERED FOOD FOR YOU. So stop the crazy interrogation and EAT."
Khushi nodded and took the box from his hands.
"Thank you." Khushi smiled. The peon nodded and left.
Khushi's mouth watered at the sight of breath-takingly delicious food. She grabbed the spoon and licked her lips.

"Wait a minute! I don't feel something right! Why the hell will that arrogant ass order food for me? Why would-- OH MY GOD. Now I get it! The food is poisoned! Otherwise why would--" The ringing of her office intercom, broke her off.
"WHAT?!" Khushi barked, furious.
"Excuse me?" 
"YOU! How could you!" Khushi slammed her hand on the table and stood up.
"What the--" 
"How could you act so low!" 
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Okay. He was losing it now.
"Wrong with me? ME? You try to poison me and then ask me what's wrong?!" Khushi threw her accusation with full force his way.
"Poison? Are you out of your mind?! I called to ask you if you got the food! What the fuck are you talking about ?!" Arnav barked through his phone.
"Oh No. Don't act so innocent Mr. Raizada! I know this food is poisoned."
"What the-- Are you-- Damn it! Come into my cabin with the food, RIGHT NOW!" His voice had an edge to it. Sharp and irritated.

TBC.

~Anamika? Good guess. :D Im sorry to disappoint you but a kiss would be to soon for their relationship. ;)
I'll try to wind up this ff asap because my college would start in a few days and I wouldn't be able to write much then. :( 
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