Author's Note

Just wanted to wish all my Bliss Babies a very Happy, Safe, and Prosperous New Year!
May this new year bring us all lots of joy with much more bliss to come! ;o)

Much Love & Happy Readings, 
Blayde <3

Fully Yours

Her Arnavji wanted her to promise that she would never leave him because he wouldn’t be able to live without her. Little did he know that he was her world and she would crumble into a million pieces without him. She caressed his chiseled cheek and pressed her lips to the other one to convey her reply. As she lifted her face to look at him, she saw a tear escape out of the corner of his eye. She leaned down to kiss it away, effectively stopping it from traveling any further. When she lifted her face again, something drew her eyes towards his lips.

The direction of Khushi’s gaze told him exactly what she was thinking, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. She was ready. He felt her closing the space between them, and he gently pressed her onto her back. Her bangs had fallen into her face and he tucked them behind her ears, delicately tracing the outer shell of each, before touching her lobe and slowly removing her earrings. Cradling her head in the crook of one elbow, he gently caressed his other hand down her arm, his fingertips absorbing the feel of her skin, until he encountered the multitude of bangles in his way. Locking eyes with her, he removed her bangles one by one before bringing her arm to his mouth. He wanted to feel her softness against his lips.

Her breathing was erratic and her heart was racing. She closed her eyes and couldn’t help but turn her head away when she felt the warmth of his breath against her mouth. She was a mass of confusion, curiosity and anticipation, all rolled into one.

He wanted to familiarize himself with her every feature. He lightly traced his nose along her jaw, up her downy cheek and across her eyelid, pausing to let his mouth hover above hers. He felt her ragged exhalations against his lips for a moment before he continued on to nudge his nose across the bridge of hers, repeating the same memorization of her features on the other side. All of a sudden, she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly. He held her body close to his, wanting to comfort her. He slowly gathered her pallu and trailed his fingers up the open back of her blouse before grasping one of the strings to her dori. He could feel her tensing, so he kept his movements unhurried, as not to scare her. She was so precious to him, and wanted her to know it. He thought for a moment about the first night he’d encountered his angel, and how he’d locked her in a room, thinking she was a spy from one of his competitors. The way he’d behaved towards her had been appalling. He’d man handled her as he saw fit and had resorted to such brute force, twisting her arm behind her back before yanking off her pearl dori. He hadn’t known the significance of that act at the time. But now he cursed himself mentally and pressed tender kisses onto her cheek and ear as an apology. With infinite care, he pulled the string and untied the knot that symbolized so much more than just the dori holding her blouse together.

She felt him pull slightly away from their embrace, only to place a lingering kiss on her forehead. He was being so reverently sweet. With her hand over his heart, she opened her eyes to look at the man she loved.

Arnav’s eyes searched her face. “Khushi mein.....” (“Khushi I…..”)

“Hum jaante hai.” (“I know.”) She caressed her hand up his jaw, and weaved her fingers into his hair, inviting him closer. He held her gaze as he leaned over her before finally settling his lips onto hers. She felt butterflies erupt in her stomach. She thought she knew what butterflies felt like anytime he would come close to her or when he’d kiss her cheek but this was completely different. His kiss was gentle, the pressure of his lips soft but firm. As he tilted his head and opened his mouth, she felt his tongue dart out and delicately lick at her bottom lip. And then she rescinded her earlier thought. Forget the butterflies. There was a stampede of buffalo running around in there.

“Sweetheart, open up for me” he whispered against her divine lips. He felt her fingers tighten their hold followed by hesitation. He took her lush bottom lip between his teeth and gently nipped, eliciting a gasp, enough to allow his tongue to sneak into her mouth and explore.

She felt the tip of his tongue touch hers and she instinctively retracted, unable to bear the sensations running through her. When she felt him pulling away from her, she panicked with a whimper escaping from the back of her throat. Not wanting the kiss to end, she slid her tongue forward to glide along his, inviting him back in. Curling her fingers further into his silky strands, she surrendered fully to his kiss.

Arnav smiled against her mouth. He knew his Khushi’s feistiness would transcend into all realms of her life, intimacy included. Kissing Khushi was like everything he’d ever imagined it to be and then some. Her tentative and innocent response was getting him hot under the collar. He really needed to remove his sweater. He eased away from her, dropping lingering pecks around her mouth, before sitting up on his knees and whipping the sweater off. He saw Khushi lean up on her elbows and clutch her pallu to her chest, covering herself yet watching him with fascinated eyes. He realized she’d probably be more comfortable if he disrobed first. As he undid his first shirt button, her eyes widened before she quickly looked away, keeping her gaze downcast. He reached out to place a finger under her chin and redirected her gaze back to him. “Khushi, keep those beautiful eyes on me.” Her eyes had shyly darted back to meet his. “I’m yours Khushi. You have every right to look. And I want you to.” As he’d unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, his brave imp had indeed kept her eyes locked onto him, visually tracing wherever his hands went. When he eventually got to his pants he removed his belt, unzipped and stopped. He wanted to go as slow as she needed him to. And for that he required all the help he could in restraining himself, including the confines of his pants.

She drank in his form, her eyes following the musculature of his chest and abdomen, pausing at the light smattering of hair swirling around his navel and trailing further down in a neat line. She liked the way his pants were now riding low on his hips, the black waistband of his underwear peeking out at her. She was intrigued. She wanted to reach out and trace the edge but she couldn’t muster the courage, her face going aflame just at the thought.

He saw a deep crimson cover her cheeks, and immediately came to lie next to her again. He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her palm, before gently urging her onto her stomach. Brushing the thick mass of her hair aside, he slowly trailed his fingers up from the base of her spine. He paused at the fasteners holding the scrap of her blouse together, giving her ample time to refuse him if she wasn’t ready. But she did no such thing. She waited with clenched fists as his nimble fingers unhooked the blouse and slid it over her shoulders. Leaning down, he scattered kisses starting at her nape, over her shoulders then down the slope of her back when his lips encountered the coolness of her sparkling belly chain. He slid his fingers to the underside of the chain and caressed his knuckles along the creamy base of her back, tracing to the sides of her waist before unlatching it. As he continued on and slipped his palm over her quivering flat stomach to take hold of her pleats, he heard her suck in a breath. He leaned down to kiss her temple when she turned and met his gaze. He kissed the tip of her nose and then her mouth. “Khushi, we’ll go slow ok?” She immediately gave him a complacent nod. He let out a breath of relief that she didn’t want to stop. His fingers untucked her pleats and slowly slid her sari and petticoat off her luscious form. His eyes were blessed with the sight of his woman in nothing but a pair of unadorned black cotton panties. He’d just unwrapped the most glorious gift of his life. Countless nights had been spent thinking about what her curves looked like under those chaste salwaar suits she always wore to bed, but his imagination had done a great injustice. The real thing put to shame anything he’d ever conjured on his own. His eyes skimmed over her impeccable curves and flawless, creamy skin, wondering where to begin.

Khushi squeezed her eyes shut, and rested her head against the plush blanket. She knew he was looking at her body, her skin tingling from the penetration of his gaze. She tried to control her breathing.

This beautiful creature lying in front of him deserved to be worshipped. He started by bending her knees and placing kisses on the delicate arches of her feet. He trailed his mouth up her calves, lightly sinking his teeth into the toned muscles there before laving his tongue across the creases behind her knees. He traced his nose up the back of one thigh and caressed a hand up the smooth expanse of the other. She was just so soft everywhere, he could not stop touching her. As he climbed higher, he caught the first scent of her arousal. It thrilled him to know that she was just as affected as him, and fueled him to keep going. He came up and caught her shoulder to gently turn her around but she resisted. He placed kisses all around her shoulder, caressing a hand down her back to calm her nerves. “Khushi, you’re so beautiful” he whispered against her skin. With a breathless sound, she quickly turned and plastered herself against his chest. He could feel her heart pounding against his ribs. “Shhh, it’s ok.” He smoothed a hand over her head and down her hair. “Khushi don’t be nervous.” He took in the way her soft plumpness cushioned against his chest. He slid his hands along her sides, brushing against the outer borders of her soft globes along the way. He watched as she opened her sparkling eyes and stared deeply into his before he reclaimed her mouth. As he kissed and drank from her lips, she began to loosen her tight hold on him. He continued to brush along the sides of her breasts until he could slip his hands into the space between their bodies and fully cup them. Khushi unconsciously let out a sound of pleasure. Just as he’d thought, she fit perfectly in his hands. He lovingly stroked and explored the soft, plump weights before beginning his descent downward.

Khushi kept her eyes screwed shut as she felt him blazing a path down her body with his mouth. She absorbed every sensation as he traversed lower and lower. She loved how his hair brushed down her abdomen, caressing her in its wake. Out of curiosity, she chanced a look at him. His body was just so different from hers, muscled, angular, and hard. He’d paused his descent to scatter kisses all around her navel. She couldn’t keep herself from quivering. The feel of his soft lips and slightly roughened stubble mixed with the tantalizing wet licks of his tongue had her feeling all sorts of unfamiliar feelings. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Wanting him back by her side, she tentatively stroked his hair. “Arnavji, please…..come back…..”

“I will Khushi. I just need to kiss you first.”

She got the feeling he wasn’t referring to her mouth. At that same moment she felt his warm breath fan across her femininity. She let out a gasp and placed a hand over her sex, trying to shield it from him. She tried closing her legs, but couldn’t with his broad shoulders blocking the way. When had he even removed her panties?! “Nahi! (No!) Arnavji you can’t…..you can’t kiss me there!” She was shocked and feeling extremely embarrassed.

He lifted his head to try and explain it to her. “Khushi, I can kiss you here, and I will.” He watched as her face turned cherry red and decided to take a different approach. “Sweetheart, it’ll make it easier for you…..when the time comes. Just let me…..” he pleaded. When she still wouldn’t release her hand, he began begging with his mouth. He licked and kissed at the seams of her closed fingers and all around her hand until he heard her sigh in pleasure. The moment her fingers went lax, he gently removed her hand out of the way and put his mouth to her core. At the first touch of his tongue, her hips lurched off the floor. He eased his touch and gently coaxed her folds with his mouth, kissing with long, soft laps of his tongue. When she became more restless, he asserted his tongue more firmly with rigid strokes and stronger suckles before darting into her core.

She desperately clutched the plush blanket trying to anchor herself. Something strange was spiraling inside her getting ready to sweep her away into oblivion. It was like a consuming vortex sucking her in. She felt light headed and faint, with extreme sensations centered at her most intimate of parts, radiating deep from her belly. And then she felt herself falling. She fisted her hands tightly into the soft duvet beneath her, letting out a startled cry as sparks flashed inside her scrunched eyelids.

Arnav leisurely kissed a trail back up her torso to look at her. She was dazed and out of breath, clutching her heart.

“Arnavji, something happened. I don’t know…..I’ve never….What was that?” she asked breathlessly.

Khushi really had no idea of the gift she was bestowing upon him. This was her first…..everything. He was her first everything. He hadn’t understood the full meaning, the immensity of it…..until now. It was to the point that she didn’t even understand her own body. The fact that she blindly trusted him with her pleasure made him love her even more. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her equally soft lips. “Khushi….that was your body responding to me.” She gave him a curious look, her lips forming that perfect “o” that they often did when she was in wonderment. He wanted to kiss that expression off her face. And so he did. Once he’d nipped, nibbled and tugged at her mouth to his satisfaction and fill, he trailed his lips along her throat. She tightened her fingers in his hair and unknowingly arched her neck, giving him free access. He placed damp kisses, letting his tongue swirl along the creamy column, following by tickling nuzzles with his nose. He paused often along the way to inhale her luscious scent. He sensed lavender, rose, sandalwood and cinnamon. With each fragrant note he’d identified, he’d placed a kiss on the spot the scent had irradiated from. He thought he had desired her before, but he’d had no idea. This was the makings of an addiction. He could see himself having a problem in the near future. Khushi was going to become his drug of choice, his lure, and the one thing he would not be able to quit. As he continued to trail his mouth further down, he felt the supple curve of her breast against his cheek. As he stroked her with his face there, lightly abrading her with his stubble, her velvet nipple brushed his lip. His tongue darted out to eagerly make its acquaintance.

“Arnavji!!”

Yet another thing he was going to get addicted to. His name escaping Khushi’s lips in the throes of passion. The sweet sound set a fire deep in his belly, and he couldn’t help but close his mouth over her more fully.

Every sensation felt keen and sharpened. “Arnavji, I can’t…..I can’t handle all this!” She was feeling overwhelmed.

He heard some panic in her tone. Her breaths were coming rapid speed and she looked distressed. He could tell she was feeling overwhelmed. “Sweetheart, don’t be afraid of what you’re feeling.”

“Is this…..is this normal?” She managed to speak beyond the lump in her dry throat.

He thought for a moment at how explosively responsive she was to his touch. “No. This is not normal.”

”Kya?!” (“What?!”)

He caressed his hand down her stomach to cup her sex and gazed at her full breasts for a moment before locking eyes with her. How could she have just asked him such a thing? And then he softened, remembering that she had no basis for comparison and no way of knowing that their sizzling chemistry was rare. “There is nothing normal about you. You are extraordinary. Don’t you ever categorize yourself as anything less, Khushi.”

He’d gotten so serious in an instant. She knew he must’ve meant it and felt a warm glow spread through her. She hadn’t meant to spoil the mood with her naiveté though. The best way to diffuse a serious Arnav Singh Raizada was to tease him. She grabbed him by the ears and pulled him down for a smooch. “Ji, Laad Governorji” she replied with a smile, batting her eyelashes with exaggeration. As she continued to smile she saw a shift in his eyes and could tell he was still contemplating something. How could he be so calm and have his hand resting so casually on her most intimate of parts? There was unfamiliar heat building up between her legs, making her squirm and she involuntary pushed into his hand. There was a flash in his eyes and she knew he was back with her. Gone was the Laad Governor and there he was again, her Arnavji. Dare she say, her lover.

He leaned down to kiss her mouth. “Khushi, you’ll tell me to stop if I do something you don’t want, right?” He had to let her know this wasn’t about what he wanted. She averted his gaze and shook her head “no”, whispering something barely audible to his ears. He leaned closer to her face until their breaths mingled, his gaze going tender. “Kya hua?” (“What happened?”)

She shyly turned her head away and hugged him, unable to look him directly in the eye as she spoke her next words, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. She managed another whisper, this time a smidge louder as torrid heat suffused her face. “I like your touch too much to tell you to stop.”

He did not need anymore encouragement than that and got back to work. He continued to kiss & tongue her nipples with wet tugs of his lips as he tenderly circled her entrance with his finger. She once again abandoned her body to him, unconsciously writhing against his finger. He’d already ensured that her slickness would ease her discomfort. When she pushed up against his hand once again, he gently inserted his finger into her. Arnav reveled in the sweet sound of her soft moans as she gripped his finger, unwilling to let go as he slid it out, before reentering. When she’d relaxed enough, he added a second finger, stretching her. He kept his focus on her, not even daring to think of how exquisite she’d feel tightly gripping his member once he was inside her. He continued to massage and stroke her inner walls, each time going a little deeper, until he discovered the spot he knew would draw out her body’s release. He acutely concentrated his touch just so, making her arousal pool around his fingers before she began to pulse against his hand, experiencing her second release. He leaned up and took in her form as he removed the last of his clothing. Her body was lax with a dewy sheen of perspiration covering her skin as she struggled to catch her breath. She was flushed and swollen, head to toe. Her breasts were heavier, her nipples still tight and shiny from his mouth. As he aligned his body over hers, he gathered her limp form close to himself, scooping her beneath her arms, and supported her back and shoulder blades against his forearms. He cradled her head in his palms and locked eyes with woman he’d surrendered his heart to.

She felt cocooned by him, not minding the least bit. She laid her arms along his, her hands resting on his shoulders as he intently searched her eyes for something.

“There’s no turning back after this Khushi. I love you. You can still tell me if you don’t want…..”

She placed a hand over his mouth to silence him. “I love you too.” She slid her hands to cradle his face in her palms. “Make me yours Arnavji” she whispered.

He leaned down to linger on her mouth as he shifted his weight and poised himself at her entrance. Even though her core had wept with each release, and he’d tried to ease her pending discomfort as much as possible, there was only so much he could do. He really wished he could spare her somehow, but knew it was an inevitable necessity. He stroked his thumbs across her cheeks. “Khushi, this is the last time I’ll ever hurt you.” Before she could question him, he surged forward in one long thrust, pushing through all her resisting barriers.

Khushi tried to suppress her cry of discomfort but it had escaped unchecked upon the initial sting. She couldn’t help but vise around the unfamiliar intrusion. She saw sweat beads pop onto his brow and realized he too was holding his breath.

God she was so tight. He held himself as still as he could and tried to control his eager pulsing length. It was more than happy to be buried inside her snug wetness but he felt the way she uncomfortably clenched against his unwelcome girth. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I should’ve waited longer, made your body more..…”

She gently wiped his brow with her hand, effectively quieting his words, and pushed back the rebellious locks of hair that were falling into his eyes. Those gorgeous mahogany eyes were all she needed to see. “Arnavji, kiss me?”

How could one woman be so giving? Her quiet request was his undoing. He leaned down and kissed her with everything he had. He kept his mouth tender, delivering long, languid, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that had the intention to drug her. His tongue danced with hers, meeting her glide for glide and stroke for stroke. Sometimes he’d ease back to tease and nibble. He would trace her lips with the barest tip of his tongue until she finally parted and then would press his mouth onto hers to kiss her like he was starving.

She could feel another one of those spirals widening in her chest and belly. She tightened her arms around his neck and let out a breathless moan when she felt him sensually suck on her bottom lip. She really, really, liked this kissing business. It’s exactly why she had resisted his kiss for so long. She knew once she’d known what it felt like she would never be able to resist his kiss again. He could kiss her for days now and she’d willingly abandon everything she had to do, just to receive his lips. She couldn’t believe how soft they were. She especially loved when he would tease and rub them lightly across hers. It felt as if rose petals were brushing over her mouth. She knew that was probably such a feminine way to think of a man, but she did always think that her Arnavji was quite beautiful, especially his lips. She clutched at the silky hair on his head as he continued to make her breathless. He would kiss her until she felt dizzy and high, and oxygen became a dire necessity. He would only pull apart to give a moment’s reprieve before coming back in to devastate her all over again. She had no complaints though. Even lying beneath his solid masculine weight, she was floating.

He couldn’t believe how responsive she was. He could feel her warm liquid heat pooling and surrounding his shaft, granting him permission to be inside her. Although he should’ve expected as much. Everything his Khushi did, she did so with a fiery passion and with unbreakable strength. These were his thoughts as he indulged in his now third found addiction…..her mouth. He’d always been obsessed with her soft, inviting, perfectly-pink, ever-quivering, lush pout. But to taste and tease was a whole different thing. He continued to savor her mouth as he felt her finally relax enough to let him pull out of her body.

She quickly broke the kiss with worry. “No! Arnavji I’m ok! You don’t have to…..”

He unhurriedly surged back into her, inch by slow inch and nuzzled her cheek. “I do have to” he huskily whispered into her ear. She gasped in pleasure and tightened her arms even more as he buried himself inside her. As he pulled back out, he nipped and nibbled on her ear, ending with a wet suckle on her lobe as he thrust back in. She shivered in his arms.

She was a slave to the way her body undulated under his. Her hips had developed a rhythm on their own volition and followed the cues of this incredible man who always managed to make her heart race. She felt him stretch her insides and her throat voiced a moan, a sound unfamiliar to her own ears. As his masculinity began to leave her body, she clenched him, trying to keep him inside her. She heard a groan rumble from his chest, the vibrations from his bass tone resonating into her being. She liked the reaction she elicited from him and clenched him again.

He could feel her thighs squeezing his hips as she began to meet his thrusts. He didn’t want her to do anything but receive pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her mouth again. “Relax Khushi. Just let me.”

She arched her back and lifted her hips again. “Arnavji, I…..I can’t help it” she replied breathlessly. She felt him wrap her thighs around his narrow hips. When he surged back in, she moaned at the new sensation. As they continued to make love, she felt the beginnings of another explosion coming on, this one much deeper. It started from the pit of her belly, spiraling out towards her chest, making her heart race frantically. This time the strength of it was threatening to shatter her. She tightened her arms around his back and held onto him for dear life. There was no doubt she was about to fall apart. As he surged forward one more time, her back bowed and she felt herself open up, a torrent of sensation washing over her as he brushed over her most sensitive area deep within. She cried out his name in a high pitch.

Arnav clenched his teeth, fighting for control as he continued to thrust through the brink of her pleasure, wanting to extend her orgasm as much as possible. When her rhythmic pulsing finally abated, he allowed himself the heavenly release that had been beckoning him.

She didn’t know how long they lay there, clinging to each other, before one of them found the energy to stir. She reveled in the warmth and comfort of his delicious weight atop her as she explored the smooth, muscled expanse of his back. She realized she hadn’t gotten the chance to see or touch him much. Before she could voice her opinion, he lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His eyes met hers.

“Khushi, I love you.”

All thoughts forgotten, she tightened her arms around him. “Arnavji, I love you too. Hamesha. (Always.)”

A little while later, they’d redressed and began their journey home. The drive was silent but he’d held one of her hands captive with his free one the whole drive, intermittently brushing his lips over the back of hers. She couldn’t stop staring at him. He had such a handsome profile. But every time he’d met her eyes, she’d shyly avert his gaze to stare at her lap as a blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks. He’d reward her with yet another kiss on her hand when she did. When they finally reached Bhua ji’s house, he walked her to the door, being the consummate gentleman that he was. She quietly opened the door only to be ushered forward and followed in. “Arnavji what are you doing?! What if someone sees you?!!”

He closed the front doors and locked them behind him. Turning, he placed a finger over his lips signaling her to be quiet. Quickly scooping her into his arms, he carried Khushi to her room. He gently sat her on the bed and went to her armoire to take out one of her night suits and placed it next to her.

“Arnavji what if Bhua ji wakes up?!” she whispered in worry.

“Nothing will happen. I locked your door too.”

“But Arnavji, what are you…..?” she was thoroughly confused but secretly excited.

“I’m here to tuck you in. Now change.”

He turned his back on her to face the door, crossing his arms over his chest, patiently waiting for her in that impatient way of his. She couldn’t help but smile in awe. This is why she adored Arnav Singh Raizada. He’d seen every inch of her just a little while ago and yet he knew she’d be embarrassed to disrobe in front of him. She made quick work of changing her clothes. Once finished, she laced her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek into his broad, warm back. “Arnavji I love you.”

He turned, wrapping her in his arms and drew her closer into his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss on her crown before he tilted her face up to meet his. Letting his eyes touch and absorb every delicate feature of her beautiful face, he finally leaned forward and caught her in a tender kiss. He broke away and carried her over to her bed, placing her in the middle and tucked the covers around her.

She snuggled her blanket to her chest, unable to contain the smile on her face. This night could not have gone more perfectly. Had her mind tried to fantasize it on its own, it still would’ve fell short. She continued to stare and admire the perfect specimen in front of her, treating her with the utmost care.

And then he stripped his shirt off.

“Arnavji…..I thought you…..I thought you were just tucking me in?” she couldn’t resist ogling his bare torso. She remembered being under the weight of that magnificent body and the tips of her breasts began to tingle.

Going around the bed and shucking his pants, he climbed in behind her, pulling her body into his. She was soon going to learn that this was his usual state of sleeping. He’d only been wearing the t-shirts and track pants for the sake of her modesty when they’d began sharing a room initially, under those non-ideal circumstances. Thinking about where they started and where they were now, he pulled her even closer and molded her every curve against him as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

She could feel his warmth pressed against her, and loved the way he completely surrounded her. She even loved the way his feet tangled with hers. She basked in the way his warm breath fanned her neck in a constant brush of comfort.

“I am tucking you in.” He leaned forward to place a soft kiss against her nape. “Khushi what we shared tonight…..” he trailed off not finding the right words to describe the sheer perfection. She turned her head to look at him as he spoke. “Khushi I can’t bear the thought of leaving you alone after that.” He tucked an errant tress behind her ear. “I never imagined that we would have to sleep apart after our first time. And I’m sorry I can’t change that.”

“Arnavji its ok…..”

“No it’s really not ok” he said more to himself than her. He took solace in the fact that starting tomorrow he could spend the rest of his life making it up to her. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Sleep Khushi. I just want to hold you for a while.” She settled back onto the pillow and wrapped her arm over his as it rested on her waist, entwining their fingers. “I’ll leave through the window once you’re asleep sweetheart.”

She gave his hand a light squeeze as she closed her eyes, knowing he had to leave before her family awoke in a few hours.

“But I promise you Khushi. This is the last time you’ll ever wake up and not have me right next to you.”

The last thing she remembered was feeling the brush of his soft lips on the side of her neck before she drifted off into the most peaceful sleep she’d ever slept.

Khushi had never even realized the moment her Arnavji had disentangled his delicious warmth from her and left. She’d been too busy dreaming about him in her blissful slumber. She smiled and languidly stretched in her bed as she sighed contentedly at the thought of her very soon-to-be husband. Blushing at the memory of the prior night, she greeted the morning with his name on her lips. "Arnavji....”

Spin Cycle

Arnav pilfered through the closet one more time. “Where the hell is it?!” he asked out loud, continuing his rummaging. He was about to yell out for his wife when he remembered she’d told him she’d be downstairs. Pulling out his cell phone, he gave her a call. The moment it connected he spoke, not waiting for her greeting. “Khushi, have you seen my white shirt?”

“Arnavji it had a stain remember? I put it with the rest of the laundry. I’m washing it as we speak actually.” She tucked the phone under her ear to free up her hands. As she continued to rub at the lip gloss stain, she blushed, remembering exactly how it got there.

“What the...! You’re doing laundry?!” he asked in outrage.

“Ji, hum…. “ (“Yes, I…”) she began to explain but he had already hung up. “Kaat diya!? (He cut the call!?) Why did he even call me if he was just going to hang up in half a second?” She blew her bangs out of her eyes with a huff, placing the phone down again. As she threw the shirt into the machine, she saw her husband appear in the doorway of the laundry room.

He came towards her with his usual purposeful stride and grabbed her arm to turn her around. “Khushi how many times do I have to tell you? You’re not a maid in the house. You are my wife! MRS. Khushi Kumari Gupta…” he picked up the mangalsutra from the base of her throat to show it to her “…SINGH RAIZADA damn it! What the hell do you think we have HP and the rest of the Prakash brothers for!?”

Calmly taking her mangalsutra out of his hands, she put it down, maintaining her hold on his hand. There had been a day where she would’ve jumped and ran for her life at the sound of that sandpaper tone, but now she was practically immune. “Arnavji, relax. Hari Prakash ji and the rest of them went to attend their sister’s wedding. They have family too you know! Besides, they will be out the next few days, and I don’t want everything piling up on Jiji. She’s expecting and she already has too much to handle with hello-hi-bye-bye high maintenance Mami ji. And Di went to the mandhir with Nani ji.” She turned around to continue loading clothes into the machine.

Arnav didn’t have a retort, shirt and everything else forgotten. The Prakash brothers did work really hard around the clock, and absolutely deserved time to be with their family. Had he sent their sister a wedding gift? “Khushi….”

“Don’t worry Arnavji. I gave Hari Prakash ji a very nice card with our blessings and a check for the happy couple to help start their new life together.”

She had answered him without even turning around. Simply put, his wife was an enigma. He had long since stopped pondering about how she knew and understood what he wanted to convey without him ever saying a peep. He just embraced it fully along with the love that had filled his heart for her. She was the queen of his heart and had full reign over it. He really didn’t like the fact that his queen was doing the laundry, but she had a point. It had fallen onto her shoulders and there was no other choice.

She saw an arm reach around her and dump laundry into the machine. It was her husband’s arm, to be more precise. It was thickly corded with lean muscle and sprinkled with the masculinity of his hair, sleeves rolled up. When he rolled up his sleeves she knew he was about to dig whole heartedly into a task, whether it was working away at his laptop or trimming the hedges at his poolside garden. But seeing those arms filled with dirty laundry? It just did not seem right! “Arnavji! What are you doing?!”

“What? I’m helping you” he replied matter-of-factly.

“But….but…. you and …. and laundry?! No no no!” She put a hand on her forehead. “Hai Devi Maiya. What kind of wife do you think I am that I’d let my husband do laundry?! Choriye ye sabb. (Leave all this.) Go back upstairs. You must have a lot of work waiting for you! Go!” She tried to shoo him away.

Arnav bent to meet her at eye level and gently held one of her arms. “Khushi, if you can do the laundry, why can’t I? You’re my other half, no? My equal? So what’s the big deal if I help you?”

“But…but what if someone sees you?! I can’t let Nani ji or Mami ji see you doing laundry! Oh god what kind of bahu (daughter-in-law) would they think I was?! No no! You have to go. I can do this by myself Arnavji, don’t worry about it!” She tried pushing at him again, but he was like a brick wall, unmovable.

“Relax. No one is even home to see me, you said so yourself. I’m helping you and that’s final Khushi.”

Khushi nervously put the tip of her finger in her mouth and unconsciously chewed as per her usual habit when she was baffled by something. Blindly she picked up some more laundry. He had his full ASR face on. What an oxymoron that was. ASR…..doing domestic chores? She really couldn’t wrap her head around this and needed somebody to pinch her. She was frozen in place holding the laundry in her hands as she pondered the uncanny situation.

“WHAT THE….! Khushi!”

“Huh?” she snapped back to reality upon hearing her husband roaring.

 “You let HP wash this for you?!!?”

He was holding a scrap of black and red lace. She remembered her husband gifting it to her. When she had come out to model the lingerie for him, he’d been a breadth away from tearing it off. Thank god she had quick reflexes and had hurriedly shimmied out of it. The negligee was just so pretty and sexy, she hadn’t wanted to sacrifice yet another one at the hands of her Laad Governor. Her face flamed red at the memory of what had ensued next. She quickly snatched the lingerie away from him. “Arnavji! No, he does not wash things like this for me! I do this part myself. But since I’m the one doing the laundry today, I just threw it all together….” She quickly turned around and loaded the machine again, not able to look him in the eye.

Feeling relief spread through him, Arnav grabbed the last handful of laundry from the hamper and reached around Khushi to throw it in the machine. He watched her pour some detergent and close the lid as he approached her from behind, eventually caging her in. He pressed the rigid front of his body against the soft give of her back, placing his hands on the machine, around her. Slowly, he leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “You looked sexy as hell wearing that.” His voice had gone husky with arousal.

“Arnavji…..” she half heartedly protested and squirmed as he began kissing her neck. They were deliciously unhurried, swirly, wet, licking kisses on all the sensitive spots along her column and nape. She unconsciously leaned her head to the side and closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her. “I have so much work to do still, you’re distracting me” she complained, still not moving away from his touch.

“But you have to finish the laundry first Khushi.” His clever hands had already unpinned the pallu from her shoulder leaving it to teeter precariously along with a now-open dori. He turned her around so she was facing him. “And to finish, you have to start it first don’t you? The machine’s not even on yet” he teasingly admonished, tracing his tongue along the underside of her clavicle. “Here, I’ll help you start Khushi.” He hoisted her up by the waist setting her to perch atop the machine.

“Arnavji, what are you doing?!” She grabbed his shoulders and tried to hop off but he held her in place.

“Khushi, I’m just turning the machine on” he replied innocently. He snuck a hand under her pallu and traced it up her torso to slowly pull her choli down. His hand crept further up, cupping a breast, and slowly massaged, awakening the nerve endings at the sensitive tip. When she arched further into his hand he squeezed more firmly. Leaning in to take her mouth, he adjusted the mode and turned the laundry machine on. As it hummed and vibrated to life, Khushi pulled away with a gasp.

“Arnavji! Ye kya…!?” (“What is…!?”)

“What Khushi? It’s the spin cycle.” He smiled wickedly before leaning back in to ravage her mouth. He dove his tongue past her plump lips to dance and tangle with hers. He could feel the vibration of the machine radiating through her, and into his own mouth while his hands went onto explore further. As he cupped her breasts, he swept his tongue in and out, teasing her, making her wait, and then darted back in when she wasn’t expecting it, keeping her on the keen edge. He nibbled on her lips , gently taking the full bottom one between his teeth, and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he gently bit down on her flesh, making her cry out. As his mouth continued its downward descent, he took in the sight in front of him. Her pallu had fully fallen off her shoulder, completely baring her to his gaze, and her hair had uncoiled from her haphazard bun, all due to the vibrations of the machine. As he began loving her breasts with his mouth, he traversed his hands over her hips and further down until his hands touched the bare skin above her ankles. He teasingly flicked her nipples with his tongue before taking them into his mouth and suckling, one by one.

“Arnavji, this is ….it’s too much!” she cried out clutching his hair.

“Khushi, there’s a big load in there. The spin cycle is gonna be on for a little while.” He smiled as he traveled his hands up the smooth skin of her legs, simultaneously bunching the material of her sari on the way up. When he touched a finger high on her inner thigh, he encountered wetness. “Khushi, I think you like this machine more than you’re letting on” he teased.

“Oh god!” she moaned, trapping his hand as she tried to rub her legs together, seeking relief.

As he moved his hand higher to cup her sex, he froze and locked his eyes onto her. “Khushi….do you not believe in wearing underwear anymore?”

“Arnavji, it is laundry day” she teased as she reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

She began stroking across his skin just as he pushed a finger inside her, and then added a second one. She was so primed that it only took a few massaging strokes to send her over the edge with a muffled scream.

With his fingers still inside her, he continued drugging her with kisses, making her feel lethargic. Her hands had paused just above the waistband of his track pants, when she came back to earth and quickly shoved them down, greedily taking him in her hands. She began stroking him, just the way she knew her husband liked, when he brushed her hands away.

“Khushi, none of that. I can’t. Not when I have you so wet and ready.”

“But Arnavji….Oh!” He’d entered her with one fluid thrust and stilled. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, and her arms around his neck.

They stared into each others eyes as the machine vibrated life into Khushi and she vibrated life into him. It was like an electric current fueling the fire of their love making. He began thrusting in a rolling and gliding motion, being sure to hit all her hot spots, letting her know he wasn’t going to be outdone by some machine. She caught onto his rhythm quickly, and began meeting him swivel for swivel and grind for grind. In and out, in and out, they danced and moved as the machine continued to buzz on and enhance their sensations. He could feel her nipples vibrating against his chest, enticing him. Leaning down he took one in his mouth to lave it with his tongue and suck at it. As he closed his mouth over the tip more fully, he let out a hum from the back of his throat, causing a ripple to go through her, triggering her second climax. She gripped him hard, and continued to milk him through the duration of her orgasm, until he couldn’t control himself any longer and let himself go over the hilt as well. They clung to each other as both of their after shocks continued to zing through them as the machine kept its constant vibration. They regained their senses after a while when the machine had finally stopped.

Khushi moved her hands to cup her husband’s face and lifted it off her chest where he had been resting it as he caught his breath. She tilted it up and brought his gaze to hers. “Arnavji, I think I like doing laundry with this machine” she smiled breathlessly. He graced her with one of his heart stopping, lop-sided grins. “It’s much better than washing the clothes in the pool” she teased, reminding him of how she used to wash and hang her clothes outside their room to annoy him. He let out a laugh, triggering a rumble to vibrate up her spine since he was still inside her.

He playfully kissed her mouth as he slid out before they began to slowly help each other redress. “Khushi I loved doing laundry with you” he teased, picking up her pallu and handing it to her.

“Arnavji thank you for helping. You definitely know how to get the job done” she teased right back, unable to control her smile.

“Well if you want I can help you with the dryer too….” he suggested as he began to close in on her again.

“No no, you’ve helped enough. You just get back to your work!”

Arnav let his wife shove him out the doorway and received a loving pat on his bum on the way out. He turned his head with a grin to give her a wink and sauntered off, thoroughly satisfied.

When Khushi hadn’t come back up a while later, he went to go check on her. He stopped and leaned on the doorway of the laundry room, crossing his arms over his chest to watch her fold clothes with a fat smile plastered on her face. And then she began to sing out loud.

“Aaj mausam hai suhana…..kapday dhonay ka hai bahana….lalalala. Spin cycle ka jadoo hai kamaal….Laad Governor ne kiya istemaal….what the, what the, what the…..”

He couldn’t resist the huge smile creeping on his face as he entered the room. He swiftly wrapped her in his arms to kiss the remainder of the song off his quirky but beautiful wife’s lips.

Appetite

Arnav barely restrained himself from dragging his feet across the floor in the same manner as the wheels of his luggage were doing right now. He was just plain exhausted. There had been a day where he thrived on this. Out of town business, catching the red eye, and still having enough zest to be in the office at eight a.m. Now all he wanted to do was go home, strip, and curl up next to the warm, inviting body of his wife in bed. How perspective could change in the face of love, he would’ve never fathomed. But as he thought of Khushi, his wife’s beautiful face appearing on the inside of his eyelids as he closed them for a moment, he was definitely glad he’d welcomed the change. As he stepped out of the arrival area, he let the cool night breeze waft across his senses, lending him some much needed invigoration for the drive home. He made his way across the parking lot, absently fishing in his pocket for his car keys. As he closed in on his vehicle, remembering where he’d parked it, he noted a vision in red leaning against the hood. He momentarily shook his head. Was he hallucinating? When he finally stopped in front of his car, he saw what looked like his wife, waiting for him with an open smile. He must’ve been even more tired than he originally thought because he was definitely seeing things. He reached out with a fingertip to see if he could caress those perfect, porcelain cheeks. He was shocked to encounter suppleness and warmth. “Khushi? Are you really here?” Still smiling brightly at him, she nodded. “What are you doing here so late?!” Now that he knew she actually stood before him, he couldn’t help but go into protective husband mode.

“I came to pick you up Arnavji. And don’t worry, Mohan ji dropped me.” Leave it to her husband to begin lecturing her at first sight. Her smile grew even wider. She hadn’t heard his scolding in days.

“He left you alone in a parking lot this late at night?! I’m gonna fire his ass!!” To say Arnav was outraged would’ve been an understatement. He would spare nothing, or no one, when it came to his Khushi.

“Arnavji no! Mohan ji refused to leave until he saw you coming out of the arrival area. He left less than a minute ago when you reached midway towards your car.” She hastily explained, trying to placate him.

He visibly relaxed. He knew Mohan was a great man. He’d been there for his family, especially Di, during one of their scariest times. He’d suffered such bad injuries after the car accident, leaving him bed ridden in the hospital for weeks, and yet he’d returned to work for them without so much as the blink of an eye. Such loyalty was hard to find. Arnav made a mental note to give Mohan another raise. Sobering up from his thoughts, his eyes landed on the reason his heart continued to beat. Khushi was looking at him so lovingly. God, yes He who Arnav Singh Raizada did not believe in, forbid something was to ever happen to her. He pulled her into his body, needing to feel her warmth and vitality in his hands.

She was startled by his abrupt embrace and couldn’t help but gasp. “Arnavji, we’re in public! Everyone can see us…” she tried to wriggle out of his hold even though it’s where she really wanted to be.

“I don’t care!” He tightened his arms even further. Burying his face in her hair, he took a deep inhale of her scent. Words couldn’t explain how much he’d missed her.

She knew resisting him was futile. Especially when she’d been craving the feel of his warmth and strength wrapped around her for days now. She slipped her arms inside his jacket, wanting to feel the heat of his skin through one less barrier. Lacing her arms around his waist, she instinctively curled her fingers into the back of his shirt as she rested her head against his chest, right under the perfect crook of his chin. Her deprived lungs breathed in the scent of her husband. God, he felt and smelled marvelous. She’d missed him so much.

“Khushi, I was supposed to arrive tomorrow…how did you know I took an earlier flight?” he asked as he rested his cheek atop her downy head, absorbing the feel of her.

She tightened her arms around him even more. “Aman ji told me” she said as she nuzzled her cheek further into his chest. Her smile widened as he held her oh so close. The warmth from his body seeped into her soul.  

“What the…?! Aman’s your best friend all of a sudden? You called him to thank him so sweetly for that purse on your birthday and now what? You have him on speed dial?” Arnav did not like that his wife was talking to some other man, albeit platonically, assistant or not.

“Arnavji…” she laughed at her husband’s overbearing nature “…I told him to let me know if you had any flight changes”.

“And he did? Just like that?! I’m gonna fire his ass!” That seemed to be the theme for tonight.

“Arnavji no!” She pulled away from his warmth for a moment to look at his face, unable to keep the worry from her tone. “You know how nervous I get when you have trips out of town that involve flying.  When you were going to London…and then the kidnapping...” she closed her eyes, resting against his chest again and squeezed him tighter. “Aman ji is not at fault. I made him swear on his unborn children to tell me if you had any changes to your flight plans.”

“Khushi, I’m here with you now. There’s no need to think about those times…. that’s all in the past.” As he tried to dispel his wife’s unease, he made another mental note to give Aman a raise as well. His right hand man had been loyal enough to sympathize for his wife’s concerns and yet managed to handle it in such a discreet manner. Slowly pulling away, he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Khushi let’s go home.” As he made to walk away to the driver’s seat, he was halted by a firm grasp on his hand, effectively holding him back.

“Arnavji I was thinking…. if you aren’t too tired….. “

Arnav held his breath. His hormones were raging overtime ever since his eyes had landed on her. She knew the affect that color had on him. His eyes swept over her form and slowly drank her in. She was appropriately wearing a red sari, pallu pinned up, showing him a flash of her opalescent skin. As he turned to fully face her again, her waist had beckoned his hand to rest there. It felt like….his home. He gently stroked his thumb back and forth, absorbing her softness.

“If you aren’t too tired, I thought we could have dinner together” she proposed.

Arnav chastised himself. Here was his sweet wife trying to spend some quality time with him and all he could do was think about how scandalized she’d be if he took her right now on the hood of his car. He was so turned on, he didn’t even care they were in public. “Arnav, calm down and get a grip!” he silently admonished himself. He glanced at his watch and prepared to break it to her gently. “Khushi it’s so late, nothing will be open at this time.” He stroked her jaw with his thumb to ebb her pending disappointment, but to his surprise she countered with a bright smile.

“Arnavji, I came prepared!” She gleefully clasped her hands, already having predicted this would happen.

He watched Khushi step around the side of the car to bend and lift something. To his surprise, she produced a rather large picnic basket as she turned around. He would never cease to be amazed at his wife’s thoughtfulness.

“I’ve got it all covered!” She hoisted the basket onto the hood and wiped her hands clean before resting them on her hips and flashing him a toothy grin.  

Seeing her so happy made a smile break out onto his own face. He was completely enamored. Quickly grabbing her by the nape, he placed a loud smooch square on her mouth. He was mindful to release her before she could protest about PDA-ing with her. “Your wish is my command Mrs. Raizada!” He grabbed the basket and placed it on the backseat before coming around and buckling her in next to him. As he started the car, a second wind rushed over him. He knew exactly where to take them.  

Leave it to her husband to know the perfect spot to share a picnic and gaze at the stars at the same time. She found herself laying a blanket atop plush grass in a pretty secluded meadow. How far they were from home, she had no idea, nor did she really care. As long as she had her Arnavji by her side, she was a happy woman. Her husband sat right beside her as she laid out all the food she’d made and prepared their plates. But just as he went to touch his roti, his phone began to ring. Her nimble fingers promptly confiscated the phone out of his grasp. “Ye sabb choriye!” (“Leave all this!”)  Shutting off the phone, she prepared a bite for him to eat and brought it near his mouth, her eyes meeting his, silently daring him to question her. But she received no protest. Instead she was gifted with the sight of his boyish grin. Contagious as it was, she broke out into a smile of her own.

Would all his cards be laid out on the table if he admitted to like being doted on by his feisty wife? Giving her a thorough once over, he decided to keep that little tid-bid to himself for now. As she touched the morsel of food to his mouth, he reached up to grasp her wrist. Locking eyes with her, he leaned forward and closed his lips over her fingers, darting his tongue out to receive the food and lick at her fingertips. He watched as her eyes widened ever so slightly, and heard her breath hitch as he gently scraped his teeth along her digits, before letting her withdraw her hand from his mouth. He grinned triumphantly as he began to chew, satisfied by the rosy tint staining her cheeks, visible even in the dark of night. She shyly averted his gaze as she prepared another bite for him. Before she could bring it to his mouth, he took it out of her hands and placed it against her lips. Her eyes found his as she slowly opened to accept the food.

Had she been less distracted and less mesmerized by her husband, she would’ve reciprocated fully and teased right back. But all her astonished, and aroused, mouth could do was helplessly open up. 

To his delight, they’d continued to feed each other, making their way through one plate, and then the next. But on the inside, his libido had been silently begging for some relief. He could only watch her mouth for so long before straying towards more lascivious thoughts. He counted the minutes until he could get her home and began to tell her about his trip to bide some more time. Work seemed to be a neutral enough topic.

Khushi heard every word her husband said, but she wasn’t really listening per se, too busy with her own thoughts. How lucky was she to have him? He was so caring. And unbeknownst to everyone but her, he could also be extremely romantic at times. He knew her affinity for stars gazing and regardless of the fact that he was bone tired, he’d went along with her impromptu plan and brought her here. She was utterly, and yes blissfully, lost in him. And how could one man have the right to be so handsome? Her eyes traced over his every nuance.  From the sharp angle of his nose to those dark amber eyes that saw right through her. The same eyes that darkened into a stormy whirlwind whilst staring deeply into hers when they made love. She took in the 5 o’clock shadow and accompanying stubble that covered his chiseled cheekbones. Her palms tingled just thinking about the delicious feel of it. How it prickled and abraded all her most sensitive spots. Her gaze then touched upon that perfect Cupid’s bow above his upper lip. And his lips. Those perfect, pouty lips. Hai Devi Maiya, the things he did to her with that mouth of his. The immense pleasure they brought her…..

“Khushi please stop looking at me like that.”

“Hmm? Like what?” She was caught red handed perusing his perfection.

“Like you’re still starving and I’m your next meal. I won’t be able to control myself.”

Staring at his lips again, she unconsciously licked her own, her breathing having picked up pace. “Maybe… maybe I don’t want you to control yourself Arnavji.”  

If she was trying to get him to react, it had worked. He bolted up to stand, pulling her right along with him. He began to hurriedly collect everything, throwing the blanket and all the other items into the basket. "Khushi let's go. I need to get you home asap!" He all but dragged her back to the car, uncaring that his movements were erratic. Once seated, he gripped the steering wheel for a semblance of control. 

"Arnavji?" She tentatively covered one of his white-knuckled hands with her own.

He felt like an animal ready to pounce and really needed to calm down. He didn’t want to scare her. Taking in a few calming breaths, he met her questioning expression. He looked at the delicate hand lying on his and brought it to his mouth, placing a kiss over her engagement ring. "Khushi, I really missed you. And I can't hide the fact that I'm dying to be inside you right now but I want you where you’ll be relaxed and comfortable. So I'm taking you home." As he went to turn the key in the ignition, she stopped him.

"Arnavji I….." she hesitated, trying to calm her nerves.

Not fully deciphering her expression, he began to worry. "Sweetheart what is it? Something happen at home?"

"No no, nothing like that Arnavji. It's just....if we go home….Di, Nani, Nanhe ji, and Akaash Jeeju will all want to talk to you about your trip as soon as we get there….." she trailed off, losing her voice. She finally managed to look up after taking a breath of courage to renew her resolve. He was her husband after all, she could do this. "Arnavji if we go home, we wont get the chance to……right away like we want...." she again averted his attentive gaze and glanced nervously at her lap. "I don’t think I can wait that long to have you inside me" she admitted in a rushed breath.

Things did not often stun Arnav Singh Raizada. And yet his wife had somehow mastered that art. She had effectively struck him mute.

Khushi placed her hand on his thigh to get his attention when he didn't respond. "Arnavji? Are you ok?"

He was singed by her innocent touch. Even after the countless number of times they’d made love before, he still couldn’t believe what he’d just heard her say so explicitly to him. It gave him a surge of pride and made him feel even more primal than he already was. It was absurd, but he actually wanted to roar. Quickly releasing the lever of his seat, he slid back to make room while reaching for her. He swiftly dragged her over the console and onto his lap to straddle his hips.

"Arnavji!" She let out a squeal of surprise as she landed on him.

Control and patience gone out the window, he devoured her mouth like he’d been craving to do since he’d left her for his trip. He nipped and nibbled at her sensuous lips until she opened up, finally granting him access to glide his tongue along hers, letting a groan escape from his throat. He was immensely grateful at that moment for his tinted windows and for being parked where they were concealed by ample foliage. He would not want anyone laying eyes on his wife. He reclined his seat back, loving the way her slight weight fell onto him and the way the silky black curtain of her hair surrounded their faces. He was enveloped in an alluring cloud of vanilla, lavender and sandalwood. He had to taste her again. He dove into her mouth, sucking on her plump lips, making her open up wider and exploring deeper this time. His mouth conveyed actions that another part of his body wanted to desperately mirror. The windows fogged up as they equally ran out of breath. Frantically, they reached for each other, grabbing, pulling, unbuckling and unzipping everything they could get their hands on. He’d untied her dori and was unclasping her bra as she loosened his tie, not bothering to take it off, and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

She’d just undone the second button and let out a moan when she felt his hands cup her breasts and gently squeeze. When he stroked her nipples with his thumbs, she tore the rest of his shirt open as a spark of pleasure shot through her body, sending buttons scattering everywhere. Normally she would’ve apologized and promised to sew them back on, but she just couldn’t think beyond this haze of need taking over her.

Thankful she wore a sari, he hiked up her pleats and petticoat until the material pooled around her hips. She was stroking her hands down his chest to his abdomen as he caressed up the insides of her thighs. He froze when he encountered nothing but warm bare skin and wetness, realizing she wasn’t wearing any panties. This whole time his wife hadn’t been wearing any panties?! He locked his eyes onto her. "Khushi?"

"I told you I came prepared Arnavji.” A small smile touched her lips, delighted at the thrill she saw in his eyes.

Did this enigma of a woman really belong to him? This mysterious pixie who went commando yet still blushed and smiled shyly. Yes, she was definitely all his. He growled, taking her mouth in a deep kiss as he inserted two fingers into her. He reveled in her response as she arched against him and cried out. Her essence was already bathing his fingers, down to his knuckles, and he just couldn’t wait anymore. Lifting her up, he slid her down onto himself in a languidly slow motion. He savored the way her insides clutched him. "Khushi..." he exhaled at the exquisite pleasure. He immediately began thrusting deep into her, setting a pace that was hard and fast. His rhythm was so frenzied that all his wife could do was helplessly hold onto his shoulders. He was unfaltering with his plunges, over and over, as he chased after their mutual releases. He dug his fingers into her hips as he ground away at her most sensitive hot spots.

She felt like a live wire, exposed and raw. "Arnavji!" She cried out with each deep push. Taken aback by the suddenness of her orgasm, she clenched down harder onto him as the explosion of her release permeated through her. She let out a moan, milking him greedily until he tremored with the intensity of his own release. No longer containing the strength to hold on, her arms flopped down to her sides. She immediately dropped her forehead against his shoulder, panting.

Arnav’s breathing finally began to calm as he came back to his senses. He had released his harsh grip from her hips to rest his hands there. She was so quiet and still. He would’ve thought she had fallen asleep if it wasn’t for her subtly ragged breaths fanning his chest. He then noticed redness peeking through his fingers. When he lifted his hands, he saw the marks he’d left from gripping her so hard. As he immediately began rubbing at them gently, trying to soothe them away, he couldn’t help but be appalled at himself. He’d taken her like an animal. Had he been too rough? He needed to know. “Khushi are you ok?” He trailed his fingers up her limp arms touching the little pom poms that hung from the sleeves of her open choli. He’d never admit it out loud, but he’d secretly grown to love the silly little things. They were so innately his wife. When she still hadn’t responded, worry took over. “Khushi did I hurt you? I’m so sorry sweetheart. I just totally lost control. I didn’t mean to be so….”

Khushi covered his babbling mouth with her hand to silence him. “Arnavji, I’m fine.” She finally found the energy to pull back and look at him, her lips hovering over his as she rested her hands on his naked chest. She toyed with the fabric of his now haphazard tie, avoiding eye contact with him. “I’m more than fine….I loved it” she confessed shyly.

How could one person be so precious? He closed the short distance between their lips to shower her with the softest lingering pecks. As he nibbled away at her lush lips, he felt her insides grip him in appreciation, as his body was still joined with hers. He twitched and stirred into semi-arousal again, helpless to her tight clenching. Now that they’d abated their desire a little, he wanted take his time and lay her down on their comfy bed to love her thoroughly. “Khushi, since we just had the appetizer, lets go home for the entrée and dessert.” He waggled his brows suggestively, eliciting the sweet sound of her laughter. He leaned forward to kiss her teasingly.

“Arnavji, you know that’s the way to my heart. I just love food” she responded with mischief glinting in her eyes.

He tucked her hair behind her ears before helping her slip back into her choli. “And I love you Mrs. Raizada.” He tugged her close, eyeing her lips before meeting her gaze. “I promise to satisfy your every craving.” They re-adjusted their clothes and began their journey home to satiate their appetites.