45 Absolutely gorgeous, but none compared to you!

" I -- "

There was a knock on the door. Nancy entered, her hands full of some fresh towels and a bowl containing lukewarm water. However, seeing the sight in front of him, she stopped short in shock. Arnav quickly removed his hand from Sofya's back, his face a little red. How embarrassing!

Sofya blanched, remembering how the door was unlocked. Thank god, she hadn't walked on them while making out!

" What are those for? " Arnav asked Nancy, pointing out to the things in her hand.

" Oh, that... " Nancy glanced at Sofya, then back again at Arnav.

Deciding upon something, she replied, " Actually Mr. Raizada, Miss scraped her back while working. She didn't see but there was something hard on the wall and as a result.. "

It was a pretty lame excuse in Sofya's opinion and Arnav thought so too, but he didn't force her. With a nod of his head, he gestured Nancy to leave the things on coffee table. Nancy bowed out.

Arnav opened his coat and put it on the couch. Opening his cufflinks, he pulled back his sleeves.

" Turn around. " he commanded Sofya.

Sofya's eyes widened in shock. What did he mean by that? Did he want to.. ? As a thought struck in her mind, she shouted loudly, " No. "

She wasn't ready yet and moreover, these things shouldn't happen before marriage.

Arnav smiled, a mischievous smile. It was a smile that most of girls would die for. However, it belonged to Sofya. Tapping her lightly on the forehead, he asked her in a naughty voice " What exactly are you thinking? "

Sofya blushed. However, before she could reply, Arnav casually replied " I was talking about your back. "

" Oh. " Relief surged through her entire body. Indeed, what she had been thinking and what he meant were two opposite things. Smiling slightly, she turned around, her back towards Arnav as he proceeded to dip the towel in the warm water.

Having cleaned her back in not more than twenty minutes, Arnav told Nancy to get a fresh pair of clothes for Sofya. Once the clothes were bought, Sofya went to change while Arnav waited in her office, admiring the paintings hung on the wall. All the paintings were of medium decor, neither too bright nor too expressive, but having just the right amount of colours and texture which could soothe the eyes of any onlooker. These were signed by Susan Khemka.

Smiling slightly, Arnav remembered the talk which he had with her in the hospital. He even wondered whether Advay and she had made up or not. Secretly, he shipped them and adored his little sis-in-law. But given how Advay was behaving these days, he doubt there had been progress. Maybe Susan could get him to calm down. As this thought formed in his mind, he made a mental note to talk to Susan at the earliest.

" Beautiful, aren't they? "

Sofya had just returned back from the dressing room. Seeing Arnav watching the paintings, she couldn't help but swell with pride. Of course, it was her sister's work.

Arnav turned around to see her walking towards him. As soon she reached him, he slid a hand around her waist, answering, " Absolutely gorgeous, but none compared to you! "

Sofya blushed. She punched him on the arm. " These cheesy lines that you continue to speak, is the result of you being a playboy over these years. Don't try them on me. "

Arnav arched an eyebrow at her, his face becoming dangerously dark. Pulling her closer to him, so that she was almost touching his well built chest, he spoke in a low voice, " Playboy, huh? "

Sofya felt a little spooked. Maybe she shouldn't have said that out loud, but the damage was done. Gazing up at him, Arnav was looking at her with his dark chocolate brown eyes, his lips curled up in an evil satisfactory grin. His gaze was such that Sofya even felt a bit chilly. Trying to unlock his arms from her waist, she tried to put some distance between them. But just as she thought she had succeeded, he pulled her back again, his arms interlocked at her stomach.

Softly nibbling her at the ear lobe, he whispered in a husky voice, " Say that again. "