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....”