Fairytales

“Hmmm, Khushi, that was fantastic.” Arnav said licking his fingers clean.

“I’m glad you liked it so much.” Khushi couldn’t control her smile from stretching ear-to-ear. She loved when her husband was satisfied.

“Seriously Khushi. Thanks for bringing me dinner all the way over here.”

“Arnavji, do you forget? I’m your wife. If I don’t take care of you who will? You’ve been working so much at the office lately. And I know how you get. You end up putting your health on the back-burner. I can’t let you do that, I love you too much.” She got up feeling a little irritated at his carelessness, but couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his cheek before repacking the empty containers they’d just eaten from. “Ready to go home?”

Arnav was lost for a moment admiring his beautiful wife. She was everything he never even knew he needed. Now there was water, food, shelter, and along with all those essentials in life was his Khushi. She filled all the gaps and spaces in his soul and made him feel so much when he once thought he wasn’t capable of feeling anything at all. Even the innocent smooch she’d just placed on his cheek had taken him by surprise and given him a little thrill. Every one of her glances and touches always had this unexplainable effect on him. Standing up from his chair, he came around his desk and halted her packing, clasping her hand in his.

“Arnavji?” She turned around, looked at their entwined hands then up at his handsome face.

“Khushi, I need….” he trailed off searching her eyes, letting his gaze drop to her lips for a moment, and then back up. “Come with me.” He said leading her out of his office.

He led her downstairs, through the main floor of cubicles to stop at a door. He punched a code into the keypad on the wall, willing the door to open with a loud snick. It was really dark inside, and even though she knew she had nothing to worry about with him beside her, she couldn’t help but tighten her hold on his hand and clutch at his biceps with the other. “Arnavji? Where are you taking me?” she asked trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

“Khushi, you’ll see, just watch your step.” He replied carefully leading her down the stairs. When they reached the landing, he flicked the lights on, sending a fluorescent glow to spread through the room.

She had no idea where he was taking her, but she would’ve never imagined anything like this. A large, spacious, white room, shiny white tiles, and minimalist white furniture contrasted by racks upon racks of bright, colorful clothing, random fabrics and patterns flung in this direction or another. It was almost like a reflection of herself and Arnavji, a clash of austerity and vibrancy that somehow managed to blend together and be seamless.

“Khushi, I have an urgent deadline. I need to see how the new line looks in person, but the models won’t be available until Monday. I can’t wait that long. So if you could try on the dresses for me….”

“But Arnavji, you know I don’t wear clothes like that. They probably won’t suit me and then there’s the issue of how they fit.... I don’t even really know how to wear dresses properly…..” she was rambling and feeling flustered just thinking about putting on a show for her husband. She just didn’t have the nerve to do it.

He cupped her face in his hands. “Khushi, stop worrying so much. It would be a really big favor to me. Please.” He saw her mulling over it and decided to add some fuel to the fire. “Khushi, no one is here but us. No one will see you but me. And besides, I’ve already seen you in much less than one of these dresses….” he said lowering his tone suggestively, stroking his thumb across her trembling bottom lip. He let his hand drop and shrugged. “But if you can’t handle it, then ok.”

“I CAN too handle it!” Khushi retorted. Argh! He knew exactly what buttons to push and knew she would never back out from a challenge. After all she was Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. “Where are the clothes?” She asked with a little more agitation in her tone than she wanted to let on. She would show him!

“They’re on a rack in that room over there, behind the curtain.” He couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as she all but stomped off in the direction he had pointed.

She stared at herself in the mirror as she tugged at the hem of the dress, if you could call it that, willing it to be longer. Finally she gave up. “What will Arnavji think when he sees this revealing dress on me?” She was curious to see his reaction and finally stepped out of the fitting room. He’d been calmly sitting in a chair, sifting through files on his desk. She cleared her throat to get his attention. When he looked up, she thought she saw a flicker of something spark in his eyes before recovering and going into business mode.

“Turn around for me.” He said in a cool tone. After she’d obliged, all she got was a curt “Ok, good. Next.” and he went back to looking through his files. As she walked back to the dressing room she thought to herself “That’s it? That’s all he had to say? Maybe he’s more stressed with this deadline than I thought….” She went to try on the second dress. Again a revealing number, she stepped out tugging this way and that as he looked on expectantly. And once again all he gave her was a perfunctory “Ok, next”. She continued with the outfit changes, but by the fifth one she’d gotten irritated and twisted her hair up into a bun. “He’s acting like I wear dresses in front of him everyday. Do I look that bad that he’s not even saying anything? I would think he would give me some sort of reaction at least.” She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in the plunging neckline of the current dress she was wearing. “This dress must’ve been made with the intent of self air conditioning” she thought sarcastically before stepping out. This time he hesitated for a moment before giving his response.

“Ah…..ok very nice. Go on, I think that was the last one.” He said before watching her walk back to the dressing room.

“Ok, very nice?! The neckline is practically to my bellybutton! And all he could say was very nice?!?! Who does this Laad Governor think he is?!” She was muttering to herself as she furiously changed out of the dress when she spotted one more ensemble. She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face as she formulated a plan. Bhuaji didn’t call her Sanaka Devi for nothing. “Arnavji…. there’s one more!” She called out to him, slipping it on.

He was holding it together pretty well until he saw her step out. His mouth had gone dry and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, eyes threatening to pop out of his head. She was wearing lacy red lingerie and high heeled stilettos. It wasn’t part of the line so he knew she’d chosen to wear it on purpose and that just lit his fuse even more. “Khushi…..” he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, too busy taking in the sight of her. His angel was being devilish, and he really liked the prospect.

“Is this ok too, Arnavji?” she asked in a sugary tone as she slowly approached him with her hands on her hips, a coy smile dancing in her eyes. He came around the desk to stand in front of her and began slowly reaching a hand up. She locked eyes with him, watching intently until he unclipped her bun, letting her hair unravel.

“Abb teekh hai.” (“Now it’s good.”) He replied matter-of-factly, immediately withdrawing his hand. This time she did actually stomp her foot before turning on her heel to walk away with a huff of frustration. He was about to let out a laugh when he had the breath sucked out of him. He’d forgotten the panties were high-cheek cut and the sight of her left him mesmerized. Before she could get away, he quickly grabbed her around the waist making the back of her body collide with his front. He slowly pressed himself further into her delectable little form, letting her know he wasn’t as unaffected as she thought. He leaned in close to her ear, letting his lips graze skin as he spoke in a low rasp “Itna gussa kyon Khushi? Why so mad?”

Mad…? She was ….mad? She couldn’t remember anything with his body hovering behind hers like this, his hands caressing and spanning across her stomach and hips. He was slowly pressing himself closer and closer into her behind when she gasped. Was that his…..?! She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of him. “I thought ….. I thought …. you didn’t….. you seemed like…” she couldn’t speak. Everything in her body was beginning to tremble in anticipation.

He bent his knees and then slowly rose, pressing into her behind as he slid up the crease between her cheeks. “And what does it seem like now, Khushi?” His voice had gone gruff as he nipped on her earlobe and traced the outer shell delicately with his tongue. When he softly blew on the dampened skin, she let out a sexy little moan from under her breath.

His fingers were lightly tracing around the elastic waistline of her panties before he dipped his thumb in slightly, pulled, and let it snap back, sending a jolt through her.  The rogue had the nerve to tease her! She defiantly whipped around and pointed a finger at him. “Itni assaani se aap ko maafi nahi mille gi!” (“You won’t be forgiven so easily!”).

“Maafi? Sorry for what?” he said trying to snake his arms around her waist again before she batted his hands away.

“You let me think it didn’t matter to you…. you…. I felt ….I thought you weren’t attracted to me……” she confessed vulnerably, staring at her fidgeting fingers. He brought her chin up to face him.

“Khushi, are you crazy? Do you see this?!” he said incredulously while pointing at the bulge in his pants. “Does this look like I’m not attracted to you?!?”

“That’s only because I’m standing in underwear!”

“Khushi, why do you think I was sitting behind the desk the whole time when you were changing dresses? I’ve had the hard-on since the second I saw your sexy little behind coming up the stairs, bringing me dinner. I didn’t think you would appreciate being ravaged in my office so to cool down I had to put some space between us. What better way than by getting work done? I did need to get previews of how the clothes looked on an actual body, so I thought I could have you spend some time trying them on while I refocused. As you can see it backfired on me…..” he admitted, holding her by her shoulders, lowering his head to be eye level with her.

Khushi was quietly listening to her husband, wanting to believe him. But now she was being niggled by the thought that he might see her as a bit of a prude who only got physical in the bedroom and nowhere else. She was his wife and wanted to please him.

“Khushi you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out. How could you ever think I wasn’t attracted to you or didn’t want you? I ALWAYS want you! I even tried to persuade you to do our wedding rasams (rituals) backwards so we could have our suhaag raat first!” He was adamantly trying to convince her. He’d never meant to hurt her feelings.

Khushi suppressed a giggle at his reminder. She kind of liked him pleading with her. It made her feel powerful, like she had the upper hand for once. He’d teased her an awful lot since their marriage. Lingering touches, caresses, and stolen kisses all through the day to keep her on edge assuring she’d be desperate for him by night when everyone was finally asleep. She feigned a hurt look. “Why did you think I wouldn’t appreciate making love in your office Arnavji?”

He was stunned. Out of all the things she could’ve said to him, he would’ve never guessed that to come out of her mouth. “Khushi I thought…I don’t know. I just…..you’re so sweet. I envision you on a bed of roses, not sprawled across a hard, unforgiving desk. You bruise so easily, I could never do that to you…..”

She walked around him to the so-called offending furniture and looked back at him while running a hand over the smooth surface. “It doesn’t seem that bad…” trailing off suggestively as she pushed her hands into it, testing its sturdiness.

“Khushi, what are you…..” he saw her leaning over the desk, assessing it and putting her pert behind in the air all for his viewing. “Shit...” he muttered to himself. “I think I need to sit down.” He was breaking out into a sweat watching Khushi and her antics. He really didn’t think he could handle it much longer without reacting.

Khushi took in her husband’s expression. He wasn’t looking too well. “Arnavji are you ok? Are you feeling dizzy? Did you take your meds?!” She was getting concerned.

“See what I mean? You’re so sweet and innocent Khushi. It’s not my diabetes! It’s you! You’re strutting around in lingerie and it’s making me light headed from all the blood rushing to my groin!” She looked surprised and flinched at his words. He immediately winced at getting loud. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s been a long day. I shouldn’t have made you try on all those clothes. And I never meant to make you feel bad. You know I love you very much, Khushi.” He cupped her face with one hand and stroked the apple of her cheek with his thumb.

“It’s ok Arnavji. I’ll just go and change so we can head home”. He was looking a little exhausted and she didn’t want to push him. She turned to walk away but halted after a few steps when she heard him mutter a curse. “Arnavji what happened?!” He had a huge beige-brown stain settling into the front of his crisp white shirt.

“When I went to reach for my briefcase I knocked my mug over and got coffee all over myself! Crap!” This was really the last thing he needed right now.

“Arnavji I’ll go get you another shirt!” She started her way to the backroom where she’d spotted a few on a rack.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders but then realized he couldn’t remove it all the way. He let out a growl of frustration. He’d forgotten to roll his sleeves back down before trying to take it off. He tugged a few times but it was to no avail, he was definitely stuck. “Khushi!”

She spun around when he called for her and then froze. She was practically drooling at the sight her husband made. A perfectly sculpted, bronze chest, tan torso, and thickly corded arms bound by a snowy white shirt. His sinewy muscles flexed and rippled as he struggled to move about. His body was like a work of art, she could stare at him all day if he’d let her. Her own personal Adonis.

“Can you help me? My sleeves are caught.” He was so annoyed at being immobile. She hurried over to him, her heels clicking a sexy little staccato in her wake. If he wasn’t so irritated, he would’ve definitely enjoyed the show she was unknowingly putting on for him. Just another thing he loved about her. She might embarrass easily but always pushed everything aside when it was anything concerning him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as she leaned over him now, her lace clad breasts in his face, her hair fanning across his chest and shoulders as she tried to help remove his shirt.

She could feel his breath blowing soft whispers onto her cleavage, his nose nudging her chest here and there as she moved. She was having a hard time keeping her wits straight while having him so close and so..…bare. She tried to control her rapid breathing as his hair deliciously tickled her neck. As she struggled to unroll his sleeves, she couldn’t help but inhale his scent. There were traces of cologne, coffee, sweet hazelnut, and Arnavji. She wanted to lap him up like a kitten would lap away at cream. She stopped trying to free his arms and leaned back to look at him. This magnificent man was her husband. The man she could share everything with, especially her desires. She felt a wave of determination wash through her as she decided to change course. “I don’t know Arnavji you’re pretty stuck in there. And I think I…. I kind of like seeing you like this.” She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to control her grin.

“Khushi don’t even think about it! Just help me get this off!” He struggled with jerky movements that entangled him even more as his hands and wrists flexed about.

She gained some courage knowing he was fully bound. She trailed a finger over the tie he’d abandoned hours ago that was now lying on his desk. She lifted it delicately and placed it around her neck before sitting in his lap. Ignoring the weary look he was shooting her way, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered “I’m not as innocent as you think, Arnavji…. “.

Arnav closed his eyes and counted silently to three. He needed to calm his raging hormones before he really did snap and just take her on the desk. “Khushi you’re driving me crazy! I need to get you home ASAP!”

“Why home Arnavji?” She saw a drop of coffee running from his clavicle down the middle of his pecs and licked it away before it could go any further. Coffee had never tasted so good.

Arnav shuddered. “Khushi!!!” He couldn’t keep the shrillness out of his voice. She must’ve been slowly trying to kill him.

“Arnavji!!” she exclaimed right back, mocking him.  

There was mischief in her eyes and it was lethal. He normally couldn’t resist Khushi to begin with, so how was he supposed to resist this new, sexy side of her? Who was he kidding? He couldn’t deny her anything. “Khushi are we really doing this here? Are you sure?” He kept his voice sincere, needing to make sure this is what she wanted.

She stopped her teasing for a moment and looked honestly at her husband before nodding her head slowly. They locked eyes, searching each others’ depths before he completely stopped struggling against his accidental-restraint. She gave him a huge smile when she registered his compliance and hugged him.

“Khushi can you free me now?”

“Arnavji I kind of like you tied up..…” she said as she quickly used his tie to further restrain his wrists.

“Really? Was that necessary?” he couldn’t believe she was doing this. And then he thought for a moment at how sweet payback was going to be.

“Arnavji, you rip my clothes off all the time, there’s no guarantee you won’t do the same to your own…” she gave him a wink to accompany the devilish smile appearing on her face.

Arnav sat back in surrender. “What are you going to do?”

“Let me think about it, in the meantime I’ll just get more comfortable.” She arose from his lap and proceeded to remove what little clothing she was wearing. Once she was done, she bent to remove a shoe when she heard him interject “Leave the heels on.” There was fire burning in his eyes and she definitely felt the heat simmering inside her.

She came to straddle him wearing nothing but those sexy stilettos, her mangalsutra, sindoor, and a naughty smile. The second she was settled, he captured her lips to kiss her senseless. If his mouth was the only way he could touch her, he intended to make full use. He nipped and tugged at her bottom lip until she opened up, granting his tongue access to glide against hers. It just wasn’t enough. He angled his head, diving deeper, eliciting a moan to rumble from her throat. He could feel her nimble fingers working their way over his scalp until they took hold and tugged at the strands of his hair, making him groan. He broke away from her mouth to kiss a path starting at her jaw, down her neck until he could dip his tongue into the hollow of her throat.

How is it that he could turn her on like this even with his hands tied behind him?! She leaned her head back, giving him more access, as she caressed her hands down his chest. When her thumbs stroked across his nipples, she felt him nip the pulse at the base of her throat. Her hands continued absorbing the feel of his body, down his torso, to pause at his belt buckle when she felt his mouth at her chest.

He kissed and licked a path around the swell of one of her breasts. He just couldn’t get enough of her, she tasted so good. He really wished his hands were free to touch and explore her gloriously creamy skin, hold onto what was his, but he wanted to indulge her. Besides, he’d always loved a challenge, and was determined to drive her wild just like this. He tenderly circled a nipple with his tongue before suckling it into his mouth. Hands or no hands, she was still his. That possessive thought made him release her nipple to place his open mouth just above her areola. He sucked the skin there against his teeth causing her blood to pool and trap beneath the surface. He placed a soothing lick on the spot before leaning back to look at his handy work. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the maroon hue it was already taking on. He loved seeing his mark on her porcelain skin, especially in areas that were for his eyes only.

He was doing such delicious things with his mouth and when she looked at him, he was busy eyeing her chest. She took advantage of the moment and deftly unbuckled his pants, slipping a hand inside to cup his livelihood. She could feel the heat of him in the palm of her grasp and stroked.

He closed his eyes at the feel of her warm, soft fingers gripping him. When she’d stroked, he’d reflexively pressed himself more firmly into her hand. He felt her give him a tentative squeeze and he couldn’t resist reclaiming her mouth.

He was drugging her senses. She felt the urgency in his kiss and freed him from the confines  of his pants with equal fervor. She hooked her heels onto the legs of the chair and lifted herself up, about to guide him into her body.

“Khushi wait! Free my hands. I need to make sure you’re ready.” He exclaimed hastily.

“Arnavji, trust me. I’m very ready.” She was panting, teetering on the edge of her beckoning climax.

“Khushi, I don’t want to hurt you. My hands are tied and I can’t tell like this. I need to make sure!” He didn’t want her to feel anything but pleasure when he was inside her.

She quickly reached between their bodies and swiped a finger near her core to ebb his worry and prove him wrong. “See?!”

She was waggling her glistening finger in front of him. He didn’t know what had turned him on more. The fact that she’d touched herself in front of him, that her finger proved she was wet, her heady scent or her taste. He leaned forward to curl his tongue around her finger then sucked it into his mouth. 

She hooked her heels onto the legs of the chair again and lifted up, only to sink slowly back down onto him, this time with him inside her. She leaned her forehead against her husband’s for a moment, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. Neither of them moved, savoring the feel of each other. When she felt him place a kiss against her forehead she opened her eyes, steadied herself against his shoulders, and began to move.

Like a snake charmer, Khushi had him entranced in the rhythm she’d set, his body dancing and swaying to every tune of hers. Every rise and fall was majestic and hypnotizing. His body was a slave to hers, eagerly flexing up to join her downward thrusts, begging to be encased in her tightness. “Khushi…”

At the sound of her name huskily escaping her husband’s lips, she found herself rising and falling faster and faster. She clutched at his biceps feeling them strain with every movement, reminding her that he’d willingly given her control. Control of his body….control of his pleasure…..control of their pleasure. On the brink of those thoughts, she went over the edge, leaning forward to kiss him and moaning her release into his mouth.

He was a goner once she’d kissed him. Having her supple lips on his while her insides rhythmically clenched him, sent him over the precipice. He labored for breath as he felt her arms wrap around him, quickly freeing his hands. He immediately brought his arms around her, caressing up her back then holding her tightly, as he’d wanted to do this whole time. They held onto each other as they tried to regulate their breathing.

She reached behind herself to bring his arms in front of her. She lifted his hands and inspected his wrists before placing a kiss on each one and then gently massaged them. “Arnavji, I’m sorry if….”

He placed a finger over her mouth, promptly silencing whatever silly thing she was about to say. “Khushi I love you. I can’t believe we just did that. I knew you would always keep me on my toes.” He leaned forward to place another kiss on her luscious pout and stroked his hands over her thighs, feeling goosebumps arise.  Grabbing his crumpled shirt from behind him, he shook it out to place it over her shoulders, slipping her delicate arms through the sleeves and buttoning the middle few buttons. 

Did he know she’d been feeling chilly? She placed a lingering kiss on his cheek as he straightened the collar. “I love you too Arnavji. Ready to go?”

He traced a finger over her cheek. “Sweetheart, I could sit here all day and night with you like this.” He then caressed his hands over the goosebumps on her forearms. “But you’re getting cold, so we should probably go.”

She arose from his lap and leaned against the desk to button the rest of the shirt as he got up and refastened his pants. When she stood up straight and went to take a step, her shoe slipped off her foot. Before she could bend to pick it up, he was kneeling in front of her on one knee, holding the shoe out for her.

“Come on Cinderella, let me take you home.” He placed her foot in the shoe before standing up and sweeping her up into his arms.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and admired her husband’s handsome profile as he effortlessly carried her. “Arnavji….humme patha tha…..” (“Arnavji….I knew….”).

“Kya?” (“What?”)

“Ke aap humaray Raj Kumar hai.” (“That you’re my prince charming.”)