ArHi FF: Unusual Bond... that brings them close Chapter 15A

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Chapter 15A

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“Arnav get up!” Khushi yelled as she quickly jumped on him, kissing him mercilessly as he whined.

“Khushi please let me sleep… I promise we could do it once we get to Stratford… and come back in my arms… I need to sleep!” Arnav pulled the quilt above her.

“No Arnav… we are getting late! Get up right now! We have to go!” she hit him on his chest.

“Khushi! Who the hell gets up at 4 in the morning?” he whined again.

“It’s our flight at 6 so get your ass off the bed right now!” she pushed him down as he hit the floor.

“Ow!” he yelled.

Khushi quickly got up and rubbed his forehead placing soft kisses there to ease the pain. “Did I hurt you baby…” she teased.

“You!” he pinned her below him and sucked her neck while she kept giggling and laughing after being tickled so hard.

“Ok Arnav… get up now we are seriously getting late!” she tried pushing him off but all went in vain when he pinned her down again.

“Not so fast…” he smirked as he captured her lips.

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After literally making out for half an-hour… Khushi finally managed to push Arnav in the shower…

“And yet you say you can’t have sex with me while being so horny…” she pushed in the bathroom as he kept kissing her like no tomorrow.

“Please Khushi… let’s just go to the airport like this… no one will say anything…” he whined.

Khushi pushed him inside and closed the door behind while yelling, “I’m making breakfast… hurry up!”

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She was finally done making scrambled eggs and Arnav was still in the washroom.

In an hour their flight was about to leave and Khushi’s anger was rising…

“Arnav what are you doing in there!” Khushi hit the door.

She didn’t get a reply from him and this angered her more.

“Why aren’t you replying? We’re getting late! Please hurry up!” she yelled.

“Khushi…umm…” he stammered.

“Speak up Arnav! I have to put the luggage in the trunk!” she whined and kept hitting the door.

“Umm… I forgot my… umm…” Arnav was clearly going to be yelled at today…

“Your what Arnav!”

“Oh for God’s sake try and understand!”

“Understand what Arnav! I don’t have a sixth sense! So please tell me what you want me to understand…” and this time she spoke calmly.

“I forgot my boxers! There. I said it! Now could you please get them for me and give them to me please!” he asked nicely.

He heard no reply though and hence he called out to her again, “Khushi… you there?”

After a minute or two, he finally heard her voice, “Ewwwwwwww!”

And there he rolled his eyes.

“Khushi…”

“No!”

“Please!”

“No”

“If you can wash them then you can give them to me!”

“Ew no Arnav! The washing machine washes them not my hands you dummy!”

“Please Khushi… how can I go without my boxers?”

“I don’t care! Get them by yourself…”

“They’re in the other room though…” he whined.

“I. Don’t. Care!” she yelled.

“Fine! I’m going to get them myself!” he yelled.

“Fine!” she yelled back.

And there he opened the door… completely naked in front of her.

Khushi quickly pulled the door shut before he could even step closer.

“Ewww! You frigg’n pervert!” she closed her eyes with her hands.

“What? You asked me to get it and I did…” he smirked.

“Shut up!” she yelled before going to the living room to grab his luggage.

She pulled out the first one she found and her reaction was one to watch.

“Arnav!!!” she yelled on top of her lungs.

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Arnav was fully dressed, and Khushi barged in without even knocking, and there she started her World War 3

“What does this mean!” she fumed in anger.

“Umm… my friend gifted me them… I swear… I didn’t buy them…” he held his throat, taking an oath.

“Shut up! How dare you wear these!” she pulled his ear.

“Oweee Khushi… please… I’m not lying…”

“I swear I’m going to kill you Arnav!” she pulled his ear even harder.

“Why are you being so jealous Khushi?” he teased her while his ear was literally being ripped off.

“My boyfriend wearing Megan Fox boxers is not jealousy! It just shows how desperate you are to see her fuck’n boobs!” she pushed him on the bed and left the room.

Arnav just sat there like a bheeghi billi and prayed ‘God please save me from her…’

I don’t know what I wrote here so don’t kill me Amrita.

The Chapter probably sucked… I know…

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