Seven days. It had been seven days since they’d
been married. Seven days since he’d properly felt her lips melt into his. Seven
long days since she’d given herself to him. And it had been that much longer
since he’d lost himself in her. It was one whole week of painstakingly
unbearable days that he had endured without the blissful feel of his Khushi.
Arnav was grateful every day since stepping into
Raizada mansion as a legally married man, again,
that he’d discovered those intrusive cameras right away. Just when he thought
he had unearthed all of his pathetic excuse for a brother-in-law’s…that slimy
snake’s despicable behavior, Shyam had stooped to a whole new level of scum
he didn’t even think was possible. His lip curled in disgust even when just
mentally uttering that piece of shit’s name. Because of that bastard’s sleazy
ways, Arnav was unable to simply exist happily with his Khushi.
All Arnav had managed to do since that one fateful evening
seven days ago was steal a few kisses from her heavenly lips, in dark corners,
when no one was looking. But it just wasn’t enough. Not after that perfect night
at the farmhouse, right before their wedding. Not when he now had firsthand
knowledge of what it felt like to be one with his wife. It was imprinted onto
his mind and often he would find his thoughts drifting astray to recall and
savor every detail, playing like a movie reel of vivid flashbacks. The sweet scents…the soft
sounds…the tentative
touches…and the tantalizing tastes. Arnav groaned aloud
and thumped a fist against the tiles in the shower. Letting out an exasperated
breath, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into his room.
Khushi smiled as Hari Prakash told her Arnavji had
just come home. She flitted up the steps as she realized how suffocated and
glum she felt in the house without her husband there. At least when he was
around, she didn’t feel alone, or exposed to all the spying cameras. As she
approached the room she heard the sound of water running though the pipes. “He
must be freshening up…
I’ll just go
take out his clothes and then get his coffee” she said to herself. Since she’d come back
to Shantivan officially as Mrs.
Raizada, it was in these small wifely tasks that her pleasure lie. Oh she
wished it could be different, that she
could squelch these aches and wants and quench some of the curiosities that had
risen since she’d fully become her Arnavji’s, but it just wasn’t possible at
the moment. Khushi entered their bedroom and closed the doors. Ironic how she
shut the doors for privacy and yet they still had none. She let out an
exasperated sigh. It just didn’t seem to be in their destiny for the time
being.
Arnav stepped out just in time to hear a long,
drawn out breath escape his wife as she hung her head for a moment by their
closet. “Khushi…?”
“Arnavji, hum bass…Hey Devi
Maiya!” Khushi squeaked as she
quickly turned her back to her Arnavji. Her husband had just come out of the
shower, still damp, and more uncovered than not. Yes she had turned around but
not so quick that she hadn’t caught glimpses of his bare skin, and the water
droplets that clung to him. And to note how low his towel had been tied around
his narrow hips. Even now as she prayed for some sort of reprieve, the smell of
his freshly showered body, all woodsy and crisp, drifted over to her. She
swallowed back the drool that was forming in her mouth. After knowing what it
felt like to make love, her mouth watered anytime he was near. She no longer
had any control over her body in his presence, and his lack of clothing
definitely was not helping.
Arnav put a hand on his wife’s shoulder to turn her
around, perplexed. “Khushi?”
Tiny electric currents buzzed across her skin where
her husband’s hand lay. But Khushi didn’t budge. Her feet remained bolted to
the floor just as her eyes remained screwed shut. “Arnavji hum abhi ah te hai…” she rattled
off as she tried to make her escape. She just couldn’t handle having him this
close and this….naked.
Arnav grabbed his wife’s wrist and whirled her
around, preventing her escape. He now had her back against the cupboard and
trapped her with a hand on each side of her beautiful head. He leaned in ever
so slightly. “Khushi, open your eyes.”
Khushi peeked her eyes open and found her husband
to be in very close proximity. She tried to inch backwards only to have her shoulder
blades thud into the closet and her head bang against the cupboard door. She
let out a hiss.
“Khushi, careful!” Arnav scolded as he immediately
reached up a hand to cup the back of her head. His fingers began to rub gently.
Khushi blinked slowly as her husband tended to her.
Hey Devi Maiya, what kind of test was this? She was fully and completely
married to her husband, fully and completely his, and yet they couldn’t….Khushi stopped her thoughts in their tracks before
they went too far. She was a newly initiated bride, was she even supposed to be
thinking these things?! Her brain did not function properly in the presence of
her husband. Especially when he was so near…and bare…and wet. Frustrated by her own thoughts, she made a move
to put some much needed space between them, for her own sanity. And then she realized…she couldn’t even push her Arnavji away without
touching naked skin! Khushi finally met her husband’s eyes and immediately saw
the slow flame flickering in them. She fisted her hands at the sides of her
sari as he leaned in ever so closer. She knew his intention and gulped
nervously. “Arnavji…the
cameras…” she whispered.
“Shhh…” he soothed as he brushed back her stray bangs. “If
we completely avoid each other, it may look suspicious” he whispered. Arnav
could see the confusion and frustration in her gaze. His eyes dropped down and
took in the slight tremble of her quivering lips. “Khushi, I can’t stop
thinking about you and about…” he pressed himself more fully into her, letting
his body talk for him. He paused when she gasped aloud and her eyes skittered
away. Heat rose into her cheeks, making him want to just nuzzle the pink warmth
there. And again his gaze landed upon his Khushi’s inviting mouth. Her lips
were slightly open to accommodate the heavy breaths she was now taking. And
they were open just enough to allow his own lips to slide into hers, to meld
them together. An unchecked rumble escaped from the back of his throat. He had
to kiss her, it was killing him. Arnav reached behind his wife, grabbing hold
of the edge of her pallu only to bring it slowly up and over their heads, concealing
the both of them.
“Arnavji, ye kya…?”
Khushi whispered under the little cocoon her husband had created.
“I don’t want anyone to see how beautiful you look
when you’re about to be kissed” Arnav admitted. He watched as his Khushi lowered
her gaze again, this time accompanied with another hot blush and a shy smile.
Khushi felt her Arnavji’s nose lightly nudge hers
as her eyelids fell shut. And then she savored his warm, minty breath wafting
onto her mouth. She tried her best not to make a sound as she waited for his
lips to touch hers, trembling with anticipation. Her body was awake, all her
secret places begging eagerly for more. Her heart raced frantically, ready to
explode at the contact. And then, she startled in surprise when there was a
loud rapping on the door.
Arnav instantly went on high alert, moving quickly to shield his Khushi. And in
the process, her bottom lip connected somewhere along his cheek and chin. “Stay
here” he instructed her.
Khushi quickly nodded her acquiescence. The moment
her Arnavji turned, she clutched a hand to her throat, trying to regulate her
breathing.
Arnav strode over, nostrils flaring, ready for
battle. He instinctively knew who it was even before opening the doors. Only
one person would interrupt them during this particular timing. He tore the
doors open making the etched panels of glass rattle loudly in their wooden
frames.
“Saale saab… vo…”
“I told you not to call me that” Arnav spat out.
“Rani Sahiba aap ko bulla rahi ti…”
Arnav didn’t miss a beat as he watched the snake’s eyes
wander to survey his toweled appearance and then try to peer into the room. He
blocked the doorway further and redirected the scumbag’s attention to himself.
“Is there something else?” Arnav ground out between clenched teeth.
“Nahi…vo bass….”
Arnav had had enough. His hands fisted tightly,
ready to throw a hard blow, when he suddenly felt a soft hand touch his shoulder.
Arnav turned his head only half way, not letting the snake out of his line of
sight.
“Arnavji, I’ll just go get your coffee…” Khushi
interjected. As much as she wanted her husband to beat that evil man to a pulp,
she knew this was not the time. Especially since they hadn’t yet gathered all
the incriminating evidence to show Di. They needed to play this carefully, and
her husband needed to remain level headed.
Arnav nodded as he kept his eyes trained on the
snake. He knew, he was never to be trusted. Arnav finally dropped an arm from
one of the door handles, giving his wife an exit way. He watched while she
passed him, and her eyes connected with his in surprise as she let out a gasp.
“Hey Devi Maiya!” Khushi exclaimed. She reached up
and swiped her fingers over her Arnavji’s mouth.
“Khushi, kya hua?” Arnav asked in a low tone, very
aware that the snake was watching.
Khushi’s cheeks flamed and she nervously glanced up
at her husband, then back to the task at hand. “Vo…humara gloss…aap par…” she trailed
off sheepishly as she wiped the remainder of the soft pink stain from under his
full bottom lip.
Arnav smiled. His Khushi had just given the perfect
fuel to make the snake burn. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the
scumbag had the nerve to clench his fists, knowing very well that he couldn’t
do anything about it. “That’s right asshole. She is my wife. And she is already fully mine” Arnav thought to himself. As her fingertip brushed intimately over his
lip one last time, he smiled even wider. “Thanks Khushi” Arnav rasped out, with
a hint of mischief in his tone.
Khushi chanced a look into her husband’s warm
whiskey eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile shyly at what she saw in them. Feeling
fully flustered by his pearly whites, she made a quick escape, unmindful of
anyone else standing by. She all but ran down the steps to get that coffee she
had promised her Arnavji.
“If you’ll excuse me…” Arnav said finitely in a frigid tone, turning to
close the doors in Shyam’s face. He immediately dismissed all thoughts of the
scumbag, and leaned against the doors, smiling wide. His wife had innocently
revealed just how intimate they were, exactly to the right person at the right
time. He traced his tongue along the perimeter of his mouth, thinking of his
Khushi and the way her fingers had brushed along his lips, over and over. “Just
a little while longer…” he sighed to himself.
A few days
later…
Khushi stepped into the bedroom to find her husband
removing his suit jacket, a big smile gracing his handsome features. She
immediately smiled akin, infected by his good mood. She went over to the
lounger and picked the jacket up to place it on a hanger. “Arnavji, you look
quite happy. What’s going on?”
Arnav stood next to his Khushi, as he removed his
tie. “I got news today from my workmen that they removed all the cameras and
wires. And then they delivered the box full of the spy equipment to my office.
I took it out and smashed all the cameras myself” he smiled. It had almost been
cathartic. It was as if he had been freed from suffocating restraints.
“Sach me????” Khushi squealed with glee as relief
flooded through her. Overtaken by this good news, she launched herself at her
husband, hugging him close and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, feeling
overwhelmingly elated.
Arnav was quick to wrap his arms around his wife’s
soft curves. If her petite body wasn’t already molded against his own, he
would’ve pulled her closer. He buried his face into her hair and took a deep
breath. His blood began to race through his veins. No more distance, he thought.
Nothing to keep them apart anymore. He took another deep breath. He was aching
for her.
Khushi felt her Arnavji let out a sigh. She closed
her eyes and smiled, hugging him tighter as she cherished the moment of being
in her husband’s arms. As her head now rested below his chin, she could feel a
soft, rhythmic thumping against her lip. And that’s when she realized her mouth
lay upon the bare skin of his throat, and that she could all but taste his
pulse. Realizing how dangerously close she was to her husband, she slowly
unwound her arms from him and took a slight step back.
Arnav almost growled. She needed to move closer,
not farther away from him! The cameras were gone, but it was evident that his
wife’s hesitance was not. Unadulterated frustration tore through him as he attacked
the button at his collar. It refused to open under his stiff, fumbling fingers.
He was so angry that he hadn’t been able to ensure his wife’s privacy and
safety sooner. He stilled when her small hand covered his own. He met her gaze.
Khushi undid the pesky button that was bothering
her husband. “There. Is that better?”
He’d feel so much better if she just came closer. Before
she could remove her hands, Arnav quickly encased them within his own and
whispered in a low tone “One more…” He gazed
steadily at her as she deftly undid the second button for him.
Khushi adjusted her husband’s collar and opened the
lapels of the shirt a little wider to give him some air. He was obviously
piqued about something. As she smoothed down the edges of the shirt, her
fingers brushed along the skin of his chest at the open juncture. Her breath
hitched as she felt a little zap of electricity under her fingertip. And then
she registered the increasing warmth there…why was he so warm? And his breathing seemed a little faster as well.
“Arnavji you’re so warm. You don’t have a fever do you??” Khushi asked with
worry as she quickly felt his throat and forehead.
Arnav couldn’t contain his grin. At least she was touching
him. “No Khushi, it’s not a fever.”
Khushi met her husband’s gaze, and suddenly it was
clear. She had learned pretty quickly what that look in his eyes meant. She was
starting to feel a little too warm herself now. She hastily let her hands drop.
“Khushi, will you help me remove my shirt?” Arnav
asked in a soft tone.
Khushi’s fingers itched to reach up and just undo
his crisp white shirt. In fact her fingers itched to do a lot of things. But
she was plain mortified. They were finally all alone, left to their own devices
and shyness overtook her. “I…I
have to help prepare dinner” she quickly announced as she tried to walk away.
Arnav was quick to grab his wife’s wrist and twirl
her around. She collided into his chest with a startled oomph, her hand landing
square on his pecs. He held her other hand captive behind her back and leaned
down, the tip of his nose just barely grazing hers. He pinned her with a longful
stare.
“Arnavji I can’t...I…” Khushi
searched blankly for the right excuse, and her eyes collided with his. Oh god,
his gaze was coasting over her, his irises like warm, buttered toffee.
Arnav knew he had her attention. Her chest pressed
into his ribcage with each ragged breath she took. He released her wrist and
reached up to tuck away an errant tress of her silky hair. “Karna parday ga Khushi. Bharosa nahi hai
mujh pe?” he whispered.
Khushi’s heart dropped. Of course she trusted her
Arnavji! She trusted him, more than she trusted herself. She quickly got over
her nerves and deftly undid the rest of buttons at the front of his shirt. “Lo,
ho gya…” she said
placing her hands on her hips triumphantly.
Arnav slowly shook his head. “Khushi, I wanted you
to remove my shirt…”
“I did!”
“All the way…” Arnav let
the rest of his words hang in the air between them. He watched for a few
moments as his Khushi fought some internal battle, while she fiddled her
fingers and avoided his gaze as she turned red in the face. He just wanted her
to get over her shyness. And then he had a realization. “Mujhe patha tha, tum
nahi kar pao gi…”
he murmured. He quickly turned his back to her, hiding his motives. He was mentally
counting down from five when he felt her slim fingers touch his wrist. He
looked down and watched as she unbuttoned his cuffs. He could see her fingers
shaking slightly as she opened one cuff first and then the next. Finally, Arnav
turned to look at his Khushi. She didn’t meet his gaze, but soft hands skimmed
his shoulders and arms as she removed his shirt for him. He reveled in the
light graze of her fingers. He knew his wife was always up for a challenge.
Khushi glued her eyes to the shirt that was in her
hands, unable to look at her shirtless husband. If she saw him now, she’d
probably spontaneously combust into hot flames.
Before she could turn away from him again, Arnav
gently took the shirt out of her hands and tossed it onto the lounger. He
grasped her hand, tugging her closer. “Khushi, please don’t shy away.”
Khushi finally looked up, coaxed by the soft
insistence in her husband’s tone. She watched as he took a step closer yet. She
immediately felt his heat touching her everywhere, and yet he wasn’t even
touching her at all, aside from holding her hand. She felt as if she were
becoming a liquid pool of honey. What was happening to her?
Arnav could see his wife’s ragged breathing. He
knew she wanted this as much as he did. Taking her hand, he flattened her palm
against his chest. “Khushi, touch me”
he requested in a soft rasp.
Her fingertips reflexively curled into his skin. Devi
Maiya, he was so warm, and inviting. Why did she have the urge to just bite
into him?? No, no, she couldn’t bite him… or could
she? She shook her head. They’d been together only once, and that too
sometimes she felt as if she had dreamt it. How was she to do this? “Arnavji I…I don’t know…”
Arnav grasped both her hands and kissed her palms
as she watched him with her big almond eyes. “Khushi, I want to feel these
hands on me” he confessed.
Khushi’s breath escaped her lungs in a whoosh. “K…k..kaise…? I mean…where do I even…?” Khushi asked meekly. She could feel her ears
burning from embarrassment. She didn’t want to ruin this in anyway, not after that
magical night they had shared. Not after everything he had shown her, given
her. Not after the way he had loved her.
Arnav gently tipped her chin up. “Khushi look at
me. Pathi hoon tumhara. Anywhere you
wish” he replied solemnly.
Khushi took a fortifying gulp. She could do this.
She summoned all the strength of her Devi Maiya and looked into his beautifully
chiseled face. Yes, the man in front of her was her Arnavji. Pride and unexpected possessiveness shot through her.
This man was her husband! It was her right as his wife, to touch him as she
pleased. And more than that, she wanted to please him. As he continued to gaze
into her eyes, that one rebellious lock of his midnight hair fell forth to
tease her, daring to hinder her view of his perfect forehead. Without
hesitation, she reached up and brushed it back. Oh, she’d forgotten how soft
his hair was. Her heart flipped within her chest. Her Arnavji was the strongest
man she knew, and yet that rich black mane of hair on his head, soft as silk.
It intrigued her immensely. And then with wonder flooding her, she slowly sank
both her hands into his hair.
Arnav closed his eyes, suppressing a groan, feeling
tingles spread over his scalp, all the way down his neck and shoulders. She was
taking her sweet time and he reveled in it. He’d never felt anything more
erotic than her tentative touch. He let out a deep exhale.
Encouraged by her Arnavji’s relaxed expression, she
placed her hands on his broad shoulders and pushed down slightly, making him
sit on the lounger. His eyes watched her, unwavering, as she stepped closer to
him once more. And once again she sank her fingers into all that glorious black
silk atop his head. Her fingers began to massage his scalp, and she heard her
Arnavji groan unconsciously, his eyes falling shut once again. A small smile
touched her lips as she felt encouraged by his absent responses to her touch.
It fueled her to continue on. She let her hands trace down the back of his
head, her fingertips playing with the short hairs at his nape before she
kneaded them into his tight neck muscles. She watched in awe as his soft lips slowly
parted. She kept going, her hands sliding onto his shoulders, pressing and
massaging into the bunched muscles there. And it was no wonder, her husband
often held the whole world on his shoulders. As he let out another groan, she
reveled in all his little reactions. If this brought him pleasure, she would
willingly do it all day. She wanted to bring his overworked mind and body some alleviation.
And this too was her right as his wife. She recalled something her Arnavji had
once said to her, “Biwi ho tum meri. Haq
hai tumhara…mujh pe”. Her heart
fluttered anew at the thought of him being all hers. As her fingers continued
to squeeze and caress over his skin, she looked down to watch as he let his
head fall back, exposing his throat to her view. Khushi was intrigued. His Adam’s
apple bobbed as he swallowed, drawing her gaze there. She couldn’t resist
tracing it delicately with her fingers. “Hmmm…prickly, then soft…” she wondered silently. She was beyond curious as
she watched him, his eyes still closed, and she was hit with the urge to kiss
him. She sat down and leaned forward, lightly placing her lips on the side of
his neck, where his stubble faded into smooth skin.
Arnav tried to control himself and hold still. His
eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt her soft lips. It’s as if his
neck had never felt any sensation before her tentative kiss. His libido rioted
at every innocent touch of hers. His Khushi truly had magic in her hands. It
was the only way to explain why every hair on his body was standing at
attention, and why every nerve of his was singing her name with praise. He finally
opened his eyes when he felt her palms caress over his face. As she continued
to softly explore, he stared at this beautiful butterfly that was his wife, his
bride. He could still see the faint
traces of her wedding mendhi and desire coursed through him at knowing she was
his forever. Quickly, he sat up and tugged her closer. Their knees bumped, as
his hands hungrily cupped her face, kissing her full lips. He couldn’t hold
back any longer. He was consumed with the need to devour her instantly. He
plundered her mouth, his teeth nipping at the plumpness and his tongue coming
out to lick the sting away. His fingers eagerly raced up her back, blindly
searching for an opening. And his ears registered the sweet sound of his
Khushi’s soft moan. His lips continued a trail to her jaw down to her neck as
he tugged roughly at her choli.
Khushi felt heat spread through her body like a
wildfire. She was flushed, too warm, and tingling all over. Thick desire
unfurled deep within her most intimate of parts and she was startled by it. Feeling
as if she was being consumed, and a touch overwhelmed, she abruptly broke away
and stood up. She clutched her throat as she took the moment to catch her
breath and gather her scattered wits.
Arnav bolted up from the lounger, wanting to slap
himself. He’d just pounced and attacked his wife! He knew she deserved so much
better, so much more finesse from him, so much more…love. The last thing he’d wanted to do was scare her
off. “Arnav Singh Raizada, control
yourself!” he silently admonished as he approached her with cautious steps.
“Khushi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...I’ll slow down. I promise” he said as he
gently touched her shoulder.
Khushi immediately spun around to face her husband.
She was ruining their moment! How could she put into words everything she was
feeling? How could she tell her Arnavji that his touch made her lose all sense?
That his lips made her heart sing? And that it was nothing like she’d ever felt
before? How his closeness was drowning her in need? How was she to tell him
that she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to please him? She nervously fidgeted
with her fingers and avoided her husband’s gaze. “Nahi Arnavji…vo…it’s
just…”
Arnav gently took his Khushi’s hand. “Come” he
encouraged softly as he slowly led her over to their bed. He was relieved to see
that his Khushi followed him willingly, until he sat down at the edge. She remained
standing while he caught the uncertainty flickering in her pretty golden eyes,
and it tugged at his heart. He grasped her hand and brought it to his mouth,
brushing a soft kiss across her knuckles, trying to reassure her.
Khushi looked down at her husband, overtaken by his
tender sweetness. The most impatient man she knew was being the epitome of
patience right now and it made her love him all the more for it. She watched as
his soft lips continued to place reverent kisses across the back of her hand. She
couldn’t resist cupping his handsomely stubbled face and tilting it up so she
could gaze at him to her heart’s content. She stroked her hands over the short
prickles of his beard shadow, secretly loving the feel of them against her
fingertips. It reminded her of when those same prickles had once teased and
danced across her body, the thought making her cheeks warm. Khushi was brought
back to the present when her husband turned his head and placed his warm lips
on the inside of her wrist. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt that
kiss pull deliciously at her insides.
Arnav was determined to slow down and savor his
Khushi. He took his time exploring her creamy skin, leaving soft trails of
kisses along her arms, one by one. When he’d had his fill, he opened his eyes
only to be greeted by her beautiful midriff. It was perfectly at his eye level,
teasing him from behind the subtly see-through chiffon of her sari. He watched
the way the material shifted ever so slightly with every breath she took. And
even more so, he was completely entranced by her abdomen. He marveled at her
slim waist and the ripe curves of her hips, the way the sari clung to her there
only to dip down a little lower in the middle, revealing the perfect indent of
her navel. He longed to just run his palms all across the narrow expanse of her
midsection. His fingers slowly found the edge of the sari covering her from him
and he looked up, gazing into his Khushi’s eyes, seeking her permission.
Khushi was ready to melt into a puddle. The
intensity of her Arnavji’s gaze upon her tummy had her squirming…in a
deliciously good way, she thought
curiously to herself. And now her husband had those warm chocolate eyes trained
on her, waiting for her to accept whatever he was about to do next. How could
she ever say no to that devastatingly beautiful face?
Arnav watched as his Khushi’s cheeks flushed anew
before registering her barely perceptible nod. He inhaled sharply at her
acquiescence and slowly inched the material to the side, unveiling her
midsection for his unhindered view. He couldn’t resist tracing the tips of his fingers
over her, wondering at how powdery soft her skin was. And as a man under a
spell, he leaned forward to inhale the sweet scent that clung to her. Arnav
closed his eyes as he nuzzled his way across the flat planes of her smooth stomach.
He was breathing in the Garden of Eden, all roses and peonies and lavender,
along with the scent of his Khushi. The mix was an intoxicating blend of
heaven, pleasure, and bliss that he’d gladly drown himself in. He felt her
belly quiver uncontrollably as his lips landed on her navel for a kiss. He fondly
remembered the first time he’d seen her petite figure draped in a sari and how
her perfect navel was one of the first things that had caught his attention. It
was right up there with her pouty, plush pink lips and the way they had
trembled under his scrutinizing gaze. But the first thing he’d ever noticed
about his Khushi were her warm, sparkling, hazel eyes. The way they had drank
him in, held him captive, and stirred his soul…just as they
were doing now. Arnav saw the
desire blazing in his wife’s honeyed orbs as he gently pulled at the pallu of
her sari to remove it out of his way, revealing her cropped choli. He let out a
deep breath when she didn’t resist and he continued to kiss his way across her abdomen.
Khushi sucked in a breath and curled her fists into
her Arnavji’s shoulders for support as his lips learned her. She felt the tip
of his warm tongue lick teasingly at her sensitive skin and she gasped as her
knees buckled, her jellied legs giving way.
Arnav was quick to catch the slight weight of his
wife and land her securely on his lap. He stared down into her beautiful face
as she opened her eyes, searching their depths. Reaching up, he gently tucked
her silky tresses behind her ear. “Tum teekh ho?” he rasped.
Khushi nodded, but her heart threatened to burst
out of her chest when she realized she was wrapped up in her Arnavji’s arms.
His warm, bare skin touched her everywhere, and she could now feel his solid
heat pressing against her hip, making her cheeks go aflame. She had lied to her
husband. She was definitely not ok! Her
body and senses rioted as her brain blanked out, not allowing her to think
clearly. She could feel her shyness creeping back in, making her want to ease
away, when a sudden loud blast of thunder startled her. Frightened, she threw
her arms around her husband’s neck, hugging him tightly, while scrunching her
eyelids shut.
Arnav drew his wife into his embrace. When he saw
the bright flash of lightening reflect off the walls in the room, he tightened
his arms, bracing her for the foreboding rumble of thunder that followed. He
felt his Khushi burrow even closer, her fingers curling into his back. Arnav cherished
holding her this close and smiled into her hair. At least she was not afraid to
touch him now.
Khushi took in the smooth, sleek muscle upon which
her cheek rested, and the warm skin which her nails bit into. She instinctively
tried to pull back.
Arnav realized the moment his wife tried to withdraw.
“No, don’t. Stay with me Khushi” he pleaded in a low whisper as he clutched her
close.
Khushi closed her eyes and absorbed that quietly
rasped request. All doubt and shyness aside, if she was honest with herself,
she truly did want to be here with her Arnavji, like this, in his arms. She
wanted to be as close as husband and wife could be, because he was hers, and
she, his. Khushi tightened her arms with a new ferocity.
Arnav heard the hushed sound of raindrops begin to
fall outside their room as his Khushi held him tightly. He reveled in her
embrace and trailed a path of kisses along her porcelain skin from her ear down
to her jaw. He could finally feel her relaxing in his arms as he let his hands wander.
He scooped the heavy mass of her rich, glossy locks to one side, continuing to
drop kisses along her neck. As his fingers roamed up her now-exposed back, the
elusive strings of his wife’s dori brushed along his hand. He caressed the
delicate threads between the tips of his digits, marveling at how something so
small could be so significant. Two strings that somehow always managed to bind
him and his Khushi together, keeping them connected even when the strings were
unraveled. How he cherished these two filaments, holding his wife’s dignity
intact. Her dori had been able to change him from a ruthless, uncaring beast,
to a husband filled with love and care. He’d had the displeasure of tearing
this tie away from her, the first night they’d met, but since then, he’d been
trying to make it up to her. Anytime he’d seen these two strings open
unbeknownst to her, he’d been awash with feelings of protectiveness, whether it
was to block her from unwanted ogles, or just to assert his right as her husband
to help his wife dress, retying the knot for her, ensuring her decency, her
respect. And finally, seven days ago, as his wife lay trustingly in his arms,
he’d had the honor of untying it for her…for them...bringing
him full circle from ASR to her beloved Arnavji, unearthing a new chapter in
their lives together. Arnav entwined one of the strings around his finger and
looked into his Khushi’s eyes, waiting patiently for her permission. And then,
when his wife cupped his face in her loving hands, softly caressing his jaws
with her thumbs, he pulled gently at the string. The tiny knot unraveled and
gave way to his insistent tug. When he looked into her angelic face, he was
startled to see her glistening eyes shining with tears. He quickly reached up
and stroked her cheeks, effectively wiping away the tear tracks. “Khushi, tum
ro kyon rahi ho??” he asked with slight panic.
As her Arnavji had ever so slowly untied her dori,
a flashback had played in Khushi’s mind. She remembered the night they came
back into Raizada mansion as pathi-pathni, and how she lay awake underneath the
fuzzy white blanket thinking about that magical night in the farmhouse, as his
strong, warm body lie very close to hers in their bed. The heat she’d felt when
his skin had innocently brushed hers… it awakened feelings within her which she’d never
felt before…not since their
first night as lovers. Their only night
as lovers. Khushi thought it had all been a mirage. “Arnavji…I just can’t believe…is this really happening? I thought I had dreamt it
the first time we…” she trailed off wobbly.
“Khushi, believe me, that wasn’t a dream. It was very real” Arnav assured solemnly. He
would never, ever forget that perfect night. Nor would he forget the shy way
she stole glances at him in the car ride back to Bhua ji’s house, and the way he
had stayed, tucking her in, not wanting to leave her. If his wife only knew, it
was just the beginning. He watched another fat tear escape her lashes and
trickle down her face. Swallowing back the tight lump that was forming in the
bottom of his own throat, he leaned forward to kiss his Khushi’s eyes, one after
the other.
Khushi absorbed the tender pecks on her eyelids and
let out a long sigh. She’d been holding her breath for so long, she hadn’t even
realized. But now as his velvety soft lips explored her skin, her collar bone,
and made their way up her neck, her breath hitched, making her realize this was
in fact happening, finally. She threw
her arms around his neck and clutched her husband close, not wanting to let him
go this time.
Arnav pulled back and gazed at his wife’s mouth. He
leaned in, letting his intention be known, keeping his eyes trained on hers.
And right before their mouths could touch, he let the static charge crackle
between them, waiting for his Khushi to meet him the rest of the way. He wanted
her to feel the need as much as he did. For her to realize and take what was
rightfully hers. And his brave vixen did. With a sweet tilt of her head, she closed
the inch of space he’d let linger between them, and softly touched her rose
petal lips to his.
Khushi let herself get drunk off her Arnavji’s
kiss. She felt as if she were floating. She let her hands wander, wanting to
take in her surroundings, and she found her fingers traversing over her
husband’s utterly warm, smooth skin. The feel of him was so different from her
own body. There was a rugged sleekness along with strong muscles that lie
beneath her touch. His body spoke of pure vitality and an unleashed power. Her
gaze followed her hands as they caressed over the span of his broad chest. She
traced one finger delicately down the groove bisecting his pec muscles, and
eyed his nipples with fascination. She remembered how it felt, when he’d tugged
at her sensitive peaks with his warm, wet mouth, making her desire thicken. And
she wondered, would it feel the same for him? She continued her exploration by
learning the planes and angles of his toned abdomen. She counted the boxes
before tracing around the perimeter of each deep indent. The lower she went,
the more she swore she felt her Arnavji’s breath quicken. And when she looked
up, he singed her with his scorching gaze, yet he remained stock still, letting
her do as she pleased. A girl could get
used to this kind of stuff, she silently smiled to herself. Khushi
curiously touched his navel, before tracing soft circles around it…wondering if she should go lower, when she heard a
barely contained groan rumble from his throat.
Arnav watched as his wife took her time delicately
caressing his skin. Her innocent touch was the sweetest torture, driving him
maddeningly close to the brink. He locked gazes with her honeyed, hazel orbs
and willed her with his eyes to continue. He saw the color rising in his
Khushi’s cheeks as she averted looking at him. Leaning forward, he pressed his
lips to hers, in a slow, savoring kiss. “Keep
going…” Arnav whispered
against her mouth in a gravelly tone.
Khushi bit down on her bottom lip and decided to do
something she’d been wanting to for a while now. She finally ran her fingers
over the black waistband of his underwear that was peeking out from his pants. And
then she let the back of her hand drift lower, over the front of his pants, and
over the…bulge that was there. Intrigued, she dared to unsnap the
button. When she looked up, she saw her Arnavji’s eyes screwed shut, tension
radiating through his neck and face as he held onto her hips for dear life. Her
curiosity piqued even more and she slowly began to unzip the zipper there, her
knuckles inadvertently brushing against his length. She paused when she heard
her husband’s barely suppressed moan. Fascinated, Khushi began to part the…”Ooh!” she shrieked as she suddenly found herself
flat on her back, her Arnavji hovering over her.
“That’s
enough for today!” Arnav managed to
croak. And before his Khushi could protest, he dove in for a kiss. He wanted to
consume her, eat her alive if he could. He sealed his lips onto hers, sucking
her tongue into his mouth, wanting to feel that deliciously warm, wet glide. He
nipped at her full bottom lip, tugging at it gently, feeling it ripen and
swell. Nibbling his way to her upper lip, he tasted her innately sweet
strawberry flavor.
Khushi melted beneath her Arnavji. His kisses had
her enraptured, one melding into the next just as she was melding into him. She
clutched onto his silky hair as his lips sipped from hers.
Arnav was fully lost in his Khushi. He could not
control his hands from roaming over her milky skin, trying to absorb her. He
caressed his hands down her arms, across her clavicles, and gently undid the
front fasteners of his wife’s choli. All the while his lips kissed hungrily
along her neck and throat before finding their way back to her luscious mouth.
Khushi couldn’t contain her ragged breaths, and
somewhere in the back of her mind, she became aware of what her husband was
doing. But as she felt her Arnavji peel away and remove her blouse, she was overcome
with determination. She would not waver. As mortified as she was, she wanted to
give herself to him, fully surrender her all. She was ready to give him
anything he wanted.
Arnav pulled back for a moment, wanting to make
sure his Khushi was still with him. He had to let her know, that if she still
felt unready, he would willingly stop. Wait for her until she was completely
ready again. But what he saw when he looked into her warm ember eyes took his
breath away. She locked gazes with him, like the truly brave vixen she was, and
he knew, she was with him all the way. The fact that she lay so trustingly
beneath him, all of her, vulnerable and open to his gaze, made his heart skip a
beat. Arnav couldn’t help but worship her, planting reverent kisses down her
chest, the slopes of her breasts, and onto her nipples. He heard her gasps of
pleasure, fueling him to continue. “Oh my
sweet, sweet Khushi…” he mumbled absently to himself as he licked at her
skin.
Khushi could not take in enough air. She quivered
with every touch of her Arnavji’s lips, especially as he trailed a path down
her tummy. She could do nothing but writhe and moan incoherently.
Arnav cherished each little mewl and whimper
emitted from his wife’s lust fogged voice. He continued to venerate every inch
of her, as he slipped off her petticoat and sari in one swoop. Tossing the
endless tangle of material off the bed, he bent to kiss her supple legs. Oh how
he’d missed being here, like this, with his Khushi! He closed his eyes and
buried his nose in the apex of his wife’s thighs, inhaling her sweet arousal.
He enjoyed the surprised sound of her yelp, making a wicked little smile play
at his lips, as he removed that last tiny scrap of a barrier out of his way.
She was a goddess, he thought to himself. And like a kid in a candy store, he
dove in for a taste, holding her still when she instinctively tried to close
her knees. “Shhh. Relax for me Khushi…” he soothed
as he tasted her again. Arnav had found her already damp and wanting, making a
groan escape from him. It was evidence that his Khushi had been thinking about
this just as much as he had and it lit his libido on fire. He loved the way her
fingers tugged at his hair in abandon. Using his tongue to lap her up, he
kissed her femininity thoroughly, before easing one long finger inside her
slickness. Her hips lurched off the bed
as she moaned, vising around his finger. And with a few more licks, he took her
over the edge.
Khushi lie staring at the stars behind her eyelids
as she labored for breath. The tension from her body drained, her limbs totally
lax. But she could still feel her Arnavji making his way back up her body. His
hair lovingly caressed up her midriff, tickling her softly. His lips remained
busy, kissing her skin, his hands busy touching her, bringing her body back to
life. His utterly soft lips claimed her mouth, and she was lost once again. As
she sank deeper and deeper into this abyss of love, she wondered at how her
Arnavji could bring her to such pleasure. And even more so, could she do the
same for him? If she touched him, would he feel the same, mind-numbing, toe-curling,
intense free fall that he gave her? Something awoke inside her, making her want
to test this theory. As her husband
busied himself cherishing her, she slipped a hand in between their bodies and
traced it down his perfectly ridged stomach. When she encountered warm skin,
and light smatterings of hair, she realized he’d divested his pants and
underwear at some point. Probably while she was making her descent back to
Earth from the epitome of pleasure, she thought to herself. Intrigued even
more, she traced a finger up his length. “Hmm… so smooth,
yet why do I remember him being so hard…?” she wondered silently. Using her palm, she caressed
him with a stroke.
“Khushi, stop!”
Arnav panted in warning, immediately seizing her delicate hand. He did not have
the willpower to control himself right now and savor her touch. He was just
aching to be inside her, and practically hurting for release. It had been too
long since he’d last been tightly encased within his wife. He would not
withstand her erotically innocent inquisitiveness.
Khushi reveled in her Arnavji’s response and she
was ensnared by the reactions she could elicit from him. Oh she knew the feel
of that desperation quite well! If he liked her touch, why wouldn’t he just let
her keep on going? Even though he held her hand hostage, she managed to wiggle
her thumb free. Tentatively she caressed it over the tip of him.
On a strangled gasp, Arnav captured his wife’s
hands and brought them over her head, one at a time, only to hold them captive
there in his grip. Now she was at his mercy.
“Arnavji! Ye kya…?!” Khushi gasped, tugging to try and free herself.
Inwardly, she knew very well as to why he resorted to holding her hands down. A
jolt of satisfaction ran through her. So she could drive him to the
brink of pleasure! Her heart swelled with excitement.
Grasping both her wrists steadily in one of his
palms, Arnav cupped her face with his free hand and lowered his body weight
onto her before diving in to kiss her senseless. His Khushi was going to be the
death of him. He was equal parts thrilled and weary of her enthusiasm. She was
surely going to unman him someday soon. But today, he wanted to be the one to
drown her in pleasure. As his tongue danced with hers, he savored the feel of
having no barriers between their bodies. Just skin touching naked skin. He
could feel her invitingly warm, wet heat rubbing along his shaft, beckoning him
to come hither and take a dip into her sweet honey. Arnav groaned and pressed
his hips against his wife’s, stroking along her clitoris, evoking a gasp from
her.
Khushi broke away from her Arnavji’s kiss on a
sharp inhale as he rubbed against her secret little place. Sharp tingles shot
through her body as he ground himself upon her. The warm simmer that had lingered
in the pit of her belly was now becoming a full-on four alarm fire. It startled
her as he wasn’t even inside her yet! And every time he moved, his chest
brushed hers, setting her sensitive skin alive, caressing against her sensitive
nipples. She threw her head back in abandon and clenched her fists helplessly
within the confine of her husband’s hold. Khushi bit into her lip as she felt
his mouth lick at her throat, and it was her undoing for the second time. She
gave in to the sparks that flew behind her eyelids and felt her body spiral out
of control.
Arnav finally released his wife’s hands, dropping a
kiss on each wrist, before collecting her close. She was sated, eyes still
closed, all limp and pliable, beneath him as he scooped her up, wrapping his
arms around her. He sifted his fingers through her silken tresses, brushing
back the wild disarray. Shifting, he poised himself at her entrance, and
planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Khushi…” he whispered
as he rubbed his nose against hers, “…meri taraf dekho.” The moment she opened her beautiful, sparkling eyes, he slid into her
slick depth. They gasped in unison, as he stilled, savoring the moment of
finally being home, nestled inside his Khushi. When she clenched around his
girth, he closed his eyes with an audible groan.
Khushi stared at her husband. He was so beautiful
in the midst of passion. She loved the way his eyes crinkled, his pupils
dilated, and his irises darkened from whiskey to bourbon. But right now she
couldn’t get drunk off of his smoldering stare because it was he who had his
eyes closed this time. She sunk her fingers into his thick onyx strands,
caressing his scalp and nape, hoping to get a glimpse of his loving gaze. Her
fingers continued on to lightly caress over his handsome face, memorizing every
angle, groove, and dimple. When she
delicately traced his soft, pink tinged lips, her Arnavji finally opened his
eyes.
Arnav kissed his wife’s fingertips and began to
move. He quickly found himself lost in the spell her hips wove around his. It
was a feeling he never wanted to end, an eternal push and delicious pull. His
mouth silently conveyed what he felt as he rained soft kisses all over her
face. She brought his mouth to her lips and he kissed her deeply. As he slowly
glided his tongue along hers, he hooked her left leg over his hip, deepening
their connection. His Khushi moaned in pleasure, echoing his sentiment. She
began to move and writhe, meeting his thrusts, as his rhythm began to quicken. Their
foreheads touched and their warm breath mingled as their open mouths emitted
garbled sounds of pure ecstasy.
Her Arnavji was so close to her. Khushi was
completely joined with him, in every way. Their hips danced in synchronization,
their noses touched, and his mouth rested upon hers as they climbed higher
together. Her heart hammered, and the thunder and lightning that blazed outside
drowned out their moans. Her husband’s lips touched the shell of her ear, and
she could hear him softly repeating a litany of her name. She tightened her
arms around him as every cell in her body screamed his name in return. This is
what she had been missing!
Arnav could no longer hold back. He shifted,
cupping his wife’s derriere as he thrust deeply, swiveling into her. He needed
to take her over the edge with him. And as she vised her arms, legs and entire
being around him, losing herself in her release, he surged forward one last
time, giving in to his own. He surrendered to the sweet oblivion, clutching his
Khushi close.
Khushi reveled in the feel of her husband’s warm,
comforting weight atop her. She lazily traced her fingers up and down his
broad, muscled back, making a mental note to explore it further next time. Next time! She grinned with glee at the
thought and gave him a squeeze. Her Arnavji lifted his head and looked down at
her, his eyes searching hers, as an answering smile lifted the corners of his
luscious mouth. He planted a lingering smooch on her lips then shifted, rolling
off her body. She curled languidly onto her side feeling utterly elated and
spent, her body still buzzing from being thoroughly loved by her husband. She
absently smiled again as she watched the rain drops outside hit the glass of
the French doors before creating mesmerizing little rivulets. They mimicked the
way her nerves continued to spread a calming euphoria through her being. And
then she felt her Arnavji behind her. She sighed as he hugged her body close to
his.
Arnav heard his Khushi sigh as he dropped soft
kisses along the side of her face and temple. He lingered, inhaling the floral
scent in her hair, before he sensed her serenity. He peered at her just in time
to see her eyes drift close, her relaxed smile still in place. It made him
smile again as well. He pulled the blanket over their entwined bodies, and
pulled her closer into his chest, aligning every luscious little curve of hers
against his. His arms wrapped tightly around her, never wanting to let her go.
He let the quiet sounds of her breathing and the light pitter patter of the
rain hitting the pavement outside lull him to sleep. And once he’d closed his
eyes, he heard yet another sound. Dhak-dhak…dhak-dhak…He felt his wife’s steady heartbeat under their entwined
hands and his own heart began to beat loudly in his ears, eager to match up to
the rhythm of hers. He pressed his chest even closer, wanting to just crawl
into his Khushi’s warmth if he could.
“Humari
dhardkane…” Khushi murmured in half consciousness.
Arnav kissed the shell of her ear. “Shhh. Sleep
sweetheart.” He felt his wife immediately settle into slumber, before he
whispered softly to her. “Khushi, I love you.”
“Hamesha.”
Arnav’s heart swelled after hearing his wife’s
sleepily mumbled response and hugged her even tighter. He had never felt this
satisfied before in his entire life. His Khushi filled spaces in him that he
hadn’t even known were vacant. And he realized, now that she was fully his and
he was hers forever, they were finally both fully complete.
