Intezaar

Arnav’s brows crinkled as he felt something whisper across his face. He absently smiled in sleep, recalling how the wisps of her silken midnight locks had tickled against his nose and jaw the prior night, whilst holding him close. She’d clung to him for dear life just as she’d flown apart in his arms. Her thighs had tightened, hugging, vising around him like an anaconda seductively entwining its prey. Oh but he’d been a willing victim. He had gone into the vixen’s lair, eyes wide open. He was no tame mouse either. He shifted now, inhaling deeply as his senses beckoned to be enveloped into the fragrant essence of his wife, her intoxicating honey and jasmine scent. He tilted his head, inspiring the air, seeking the sweetness, like a honeybee seeking nectar. His brows furrowed again as that tiny tickle persisted down his nose. He scratched his bare abdomen before blindly reaching out a hand, searching the space next to him, only to find it unoccupied. Where was his precious orchid?? His eyes flew open, taking in strings of dangling stars, peach walls, and orange bed sheets. He finally turned onto his side, looking at the empty space beside him. And once again that tickle ensued, this time trailing down his upper lip. Disappointed that it hadn’t been the lovely tresses of his wife traversing across his face, greeting him with a good morning, he swiped at the pesky perturbation with his knuckle and looked to see what it was. A drop of sweat gleamed across the back of his fist, and he blew out a huff of frustration as he flopped back onto the bed. The rickety wooden four-poster let out a loud creak, voicing its displeasure over his rough, jarring movements and he rolled his eyes. It hadn’t been the heat of his Khushi like he had hoped. Nope, it had just been the heat of little old Laxmi Nagar bidding him a rise and shine.

Arnav peered up at the glittering trinkets strung about as he let out a yawn. His eyes tracked around the room until they landed on the adjacent wall, taking in the image of the skewed poster, now fully aslant as it clung there. His lips immediately stretched into a lazy, satisfied grin. Getting up, he combed his fingers through his wild morning hair and looked out the window. He saw the children of the block were already up and playing. Some ran around chasing each other, some were having flower wars, and a few kids were even at the water pump laughing as they splashed each other. Arnav smiled again. He remembered the time Aakash was eight and taking a warm shower, when he’d snuck in and doused him with a pale of frigid cold water. His brother had let out a shriek so high pitched that it could still rival any little girl’s, to this day. Arnav smiled anew before a thought interrupted him and he looked frantically around the room for a clock. What time was it?! “Shit, I better get in for a bath before the water runs out…” Arnav thought to himself as he hurriedly gathered a towel and clothes, making a beeline for the washroom.

Khushi hissed then blew a waft of cool air onto her fingertips after transferring the hot puris into a serving plate. Her attention went back to the aloo sabzi on the stove. She was giving it a quick stir when she felt a firm hand low on her hip, strong fingers curling knowingly into her flesh. Her eyes darted around nervously. She knew Amma and Bhua ji were just a few feet away, sitting in the living room drinking their morning tea. Her husband knew it too. “Arnavji, ye aap kya kar rahe ho…?” (“Arnavji, what are you doing…?”) Khushi whispered under her breath even as her heart wished to be pulled closer.

Arnav smiled into her fragrant hair. “Saying good morning to my wife” he replied before kissing her temple. Reluctantly, he let his hand drop, enjoying the way her cheeks colored with a soft pink tinge.

Khushi was slightly disappointed when he released her. “Arnavji, aap ki coffee” she responded. She sighed when his fingers caressed over hers as he took the cup from her hands.

Arnav grinned. His Khushi was always attuned to his needs. “Thanks” he replied before taking a sip. He savored the coffee on his tongue then let the warm liquid soothe down his throat. “Khushi I think there’s something missing…”

Khushi turned to him with slight concern. She was almost affronted. After being married this long, she knew how her husband preferred his coffee. “What do you mean? I made it just how you like. Extra strong with a touch of milk. And obviously, no sugar.”

“No…something is still off…” Arnav said shaking his head slightly.

Khushi grabbed the cup, taking a sip to see for herself. But it only confused her further. “Arnavji, it tastes fine to me…”

Arnav once again took the coffee from his wife and leaned in, locking gazes with her. “Now it’s perfect.” He hid his smile behind the cup before taking another drink of the reviving liquid.

Khushi stood there mute, as heat infused her cheeks. She wondered if she’d ever get used to her Arnavji flirting with her. Her heart fluttered. Secretly, she hoped not. She rather enjoyed being flustered by him. As she turned her attention back to plating the food, she could feel his gaze lingering on her. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she felt him approaching into her space again.

Arnav gently turned her to face him. She made a beautiful picture, standing there with her rounded hazel eyes, lush lips forming an “o”, kardchi still in hand. He gently pried the big metal spoon out of her fingers as he stepped closer yet.

Khushi looked behind her, in the direction of the living room then back to her husband. “Ar…Arnavji…”

Arnav took his time brushing back his wife’s errant bangs. They’d escaped from her ponytail and had flown into her eyes as she’d whipped her head back and forth. “Khushi…” he whispered, licking his lips as he leaned in.

“Arnavji, koi ah jaye ga…” Khushi protested half-heartedly as her eyes already started drooping shut.

Arnav cupped her delicate jaw with both hands. “Ah ne dho…”

Khushi could feel her own chest rising and falling as her pulse thundered. She was helpless, never mind that she didn’t want her husband to stop either. She felt a few prickles from his beard tease across her chin. And right on cue, his phone announced itself.

Arnav mentally let out a string of curses. He really didn’t want to answer his phone, but he knew he had to. He sighed, meeting his Khushi’s gaze, silently apologizing for the interruption, as he picked up the call. “Aman…!!” he growled as he walked away.

Khushi finally let out the breath she’d been holding, shaking her head with a smile. It was almost always too good to be true, she thought ruefully. She continued with her task, hurrying to plate the rest of the food, aiming to get it to the dining table before her Amma or Bhua ji had a chance to say anything. She’d just placed her hand on a plate when she was suddenly whirled around to come crashing into a warm, solid chest. Her lips were instantly locked into a kiss, her husband’s mouth fully sipping from hers.

“I can’t stay today. I have a few unavoidable meetings. But I’ll be back tonight.” Arnav whispered while continuing to brush across his wife’s rosy mouth.

And just as quickly he was gone. Khushi opened her eyes, dazed. It was as if he hadn’t even been there. But she knew he had. She could still taste the coffee from his lips.

“Arrey Sanka Devi! Poori zindagi rasoyee mein bithao gi, kya?!” (“Khushi! Are you going to spend the rest of your life in the kitchen?!”) Bhua ji bellowed from the other room.

“Abhi ayee Bhua ji!” Khushi rushed to pick up the aloo puri and snacks, hurriedly bringing them over to the dining table. A few guests had already arrived for the day’s functions, and she smiled politely at them while her thoughts drifted back to her Arnavji’s phantom kiss. It was going to be a long day.

Later that evening…

Arnav turned his SUV into the lane where Bhua ji’s house was. Or more importantly, the house where his wife was. He shut off the ignition, sitting in the silence for a few more seconds, trying to brace himself for the barrage of colors, lights and music that was about to hit him. Weddings were obnoxious enough, but ones being held in his current abode were even more so. Except that his Khushi was there. Right now, inside, was his woman. And that’s where he belonged. He rubbed at the tightness in his chest, his heart concurring with his thoughts. He carefully made his way to the entrance, avoiding stepping on the intricately designed rangolis. He found the front door slightly ajar and he entered, involuntarily cringing at the anticipated hullaballoo. And to his pleasant surprise, it was quiet. He closed the doors and looked around to find the living quarters empty, with decorations still twinkling, streamers haphazardly falling down, and empty plates and dishes strewn about. His wife emerged in a flurry of motion, with her dupatta tied across her body, the knot resting on her hip, and her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. He couldn’t help but stare at her. He had to admit, she probably worked as hard in the house as he did in the office. When she still hadn’t noticed him, her arms and hands now laden with the empty dishware, he called out to her. “Khushi?”

Khushi stopped in her tracks and turned, blowing her bangs out of her eyes with an upward puff of air. “Arnavji, aap ah gaye?” She rushed to the kitchen counter, disposing of the plates and wiped her hands on her dupatta.

As Arnav placed his coat on the back of a dining chair, he felt himself being pushed into the seat. His wife set a thaali in front of him, uncovering a plate full of food.

“I kept dinner warm for you” Khushi relayed as she took a seat in front of her husband.

Arnav watched the way she rested an elbow on the table, leaning her face against her hand as she watched him right back, the most arresting smile gracing her lips. How is it that his wife never tired of taking care of others? Especially of someone as difficult as him? It boggled his mind at times, that this woman, was all his. But the selfish part of him always shushed that thought away, all too glad to have her to himself. He prepared a morsel with quiet glee and brought it to his mouth, pausing when he locked eyes with her. She continued to stare at him with that satisfied smile still in place. His gaze traced her lips, her gently sloped nose, her heart shaped chin, and that’s when he noticed the slight hollows of her cheeks. “Khushi, tum ne kuch khaya?” (“Khushi, did you eat something?”)

Khushi sat up a little straighter, guiltily avoiding her Arnavji’s penetrating brown eyes. “Vo…Arnavji…I was running around the whole day and I didn’t even realize….” She stopped her rambling midsentence when she saw his outstretched hand holding the morsel he’d prepared for himself, to her mouth. Khushi willed her eyes not to tear up. It was always his silent gestures that did her in. She leaned forward, accepting the food, partly to prevent herself from becoming a blubbering mess.

Arnav smiled, preparing another morsel for himself and popping it into his mouth as he watched his wife chew. These were the moments he enjoyed the most. When it was just him, and his Khushi. They continued to share from the one plate and he continued to feed her. Even when she tried to put a morsel in his mouth, he would gently remove it from her fingers and bring it back to her lips.

Eventually Khushi just gave up. She rested her hands in her lap and let her Arnavji feed her as he took bites for himself in between. She always knew this man was capable of such sweetness. Yes, there had been a day, when they first met, that she wouldn’t have believed it. But even then, she had known her Laad Governor hid the heart of a prince. This many years of marriage later, he still floored her with the depths to which he quietly showed his love. And she loved him all the more for it. She reached up to wipe a few crumbs off from the corner of his mouth as he finished his last bite. “Arnavji, why don’t you go change and freshen up? I’ll be in soon.”

Arnav stood, peering down at his wife. “Don’t take too long.” With that slight warning he wandered off into the bedroom.

Khushi came into the bedroom sometime later to find her husband busy on the laptop. She stared at his chiseled profile as he sat in the simple, wooden, straight-back chair, already wearing his night shirt and track pants. Even in the humble setting of her old bedroom, he still managed to be the utmost businessman. She noted the Bluetooth in his ear as she gazed at his slick, black silk hair. It had been carelessly combed back with his fingers, she could tell, and her own fingers itched to just sink into the weight of his mane, to sift through the cool strands. She approached him from behind, leaning down to hug him around his shoulders and chest, resting her cheek against his head. “You’re still working?”

The moment his Khushi’s velvety voice drifted through his ears, he shut his laptop and flicked off his Bluetooth, not really caring where it landed. While waiting for her, he’d busied himself by tying a few loose ends from his earlier meeting. But once she’d wrapped herself around him, his thoughts only wanted to focus on her. Unwinding her arms, he pulled her around in front of him and gently tugged at her, causing her to land on his thigh. He wrapped an arm securely around her waist as she sat in his lap.

Khushi went willingly, wrapping an arm around her Arnavji’s shoulders to steady herself as she got comfortable. She gazed into his chocolate depths, mesmerized by the way they softened while absorbing her in.

Arnav took his time gazing at his Khushi, absorbing her every nuance. He admired the gold flecks in her perfect, almond shaped eyes, every little beauty mark that resided on her face, and the full arch that shaped her utterly kissable, lush lips. Her freshly showered hair was still in partially damp ropes of strands, a few stray tendrils clinging to her forehead. He skimmed them with his fingertips, brushing them back before resting his hand on the nape of her neck.

How was it that her Arnavji could tell her he loved her in so many ways, without ever uttering a word? Every time she felt his warm gaze, it was there. Every time his fingertips caressed across her skin, it was there. And every time his soft lips pressed against hers, it was there. She felt his love deep within her bones, with an undeniable certainty, backed by the rapidly beating dhak dhak dhak of her heart. Khushi suddenly leapt forward, hugging her husband tight.

Arnav wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her close, running his hands up and down her spine in a soothing caress. “Kya hua?” he asked, nuzzling her ear.

Khushi tightened her arms, giving him a little squeeze. “Nothing…I wanted to thank you for coming with me.” She pulled back a smidge to meet his eyes. “Arnavji, I know being here in Laxmi Nagar is not really your scene…”

“Khushi, I’m your husband. Your family is my family. You can take me wherever. Tumara haq bann ta hai. (It’s your right.) I belong with you.” As he watched his wife smile in return, he caught sight of the slightly bluish shadows beginning to form under her eyes, daring to mar her flawless complexion. It was a testament to just how hard she’d been working herself these past two days. Just today, she’d probably woken up before the sun had even risen. He lightly traced the shadows with his thumbs before leaning forward to softly kiss them away.

Khushi’s eyes fluttered open in time to see her Arnavji leaning in once again. He paused for a few seconds, letting their breaths mingle as they gazed at each other in close proximity, their noses brushing one another’s. And with a tilt of his head, he took her lips, whilst their eyes remained locked onto one another’s. Nothing was hidden as she felt the soft pull of his mouth. It was all laid bare in front of her, in his eyes, in the way his lips brushed against hers. When she felt her Arnavji delicately lick along her bottom lip, her eyes finally fell shut. She was overcome with intense sensations.

Arnav continued to pull leisurely at his wife’s plump lips. He savored her, slowly tasting and tugging at her mouth. His hands began to roam as she clutched him, her body relaying her need. He traced his fingertips up her back until he found the zipper to her night suit kameez and took his time unzipping. His mouth found the sensitive spots under her jaw, behind her ear and at the base of her neck as he slid the top off her shoulders, baring her from the waist up. And she was glorious, already flushed a light pink with fast breaths and an erratic pulse. Her rosy peaks pebbled as his palms traversed across them. He cupped and massaged her, wanting her to melt under his touch. He dropped a few more kisses along her milky throat, licking at the hollow there before he dipped a little lower, latching softly onto a nipple.

Khushi let her head loll back as she gripped her Arnavji’s silk strands. As his mouth finessed her, strumming her sensitive tips with his tongue, she bit down onto her lip. She could feel every suckle and nip tighten her belly and send currents zinging down to her core.

Arnav took his time, treating each of her breasts to the reverence they deserved. When his Khushi began to squirm, he hoisted her up by the waist, perching her atop the table in front of him. He stood for a moment, stealing her breath with another kiss as he removed her kameez the rest of the way and untied her salwaar. He caressed his knuckles down her taut belly, and lower yet, letting his roughened hands graze her through her panties. Her hips had bucked into his touch, on their own accord. Even if his Khushi would never say it aloud, her body always spoke her desires for her. He traversed over her hips, taking her salwaar and panties with him as he sat down in the chair again. He was struck with the overwhelming need to worship her.

Khushi felt a hot flame race over her chest and into her face when she looked down and saw her husband’s head between her legs. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to look. It didn’t matter how many times they shared such intimacy, or how many times her Arnavji pleasured her. She didn’t think she’d ever get used it. She began to pant as she felt his mouth blaze a trail of kisses up the inside of her leg.

Arnav leisurely traced his tongue up the sweet valley between his Khushi’s lips. Her hips lurched into the air and against his mouth. He smiled in satisfaction before lifting her thighs one by one and resting them on his shoulders. She was at his complete mercy now. Wide open and bare like a feast laid before him. He had every intention of enjoying his fill.

Khushi tried to stay upright, locking her straight elbows to brace herself, but as her Arnavji’s mouth delivered sweet torture, her arms and legs became jelly. She collapsed back onto her forearms upon the desk while soaking in the sharp sensations sizzling through her every nerve. She tried several times to close her legs futilely against her husband’s iron grip. As he continued to sip from her femininity, she began to melt. Just like a sliver of butter dissipating under the hot sun. Her blood pumped thickly through her veins, pulsing with a sensuous throb. When she felt his tongue circle around her clitoris, it felt like a swirling vortex of acute pleasure. Sharp and sweet, making her ache languidly. Her body was alive, like simmering crystalized sugar heating into rich molten caramel. Khushi voiced a moan of abandon. She was falling fast.

Arnav continued to take his time. He softened his tongue while teasing his way around her clitoris before stiffening to dip into her liquid core, her essence coating his taste buds. He let out a groan of approval. She tasted divine. The only dessert he ever needed. As his Khushi began to restlessly flex her thighs, he quickened his rhythm, rapidly fluttering over her rosebud before closing his lips around it and suckling sharply.

Khushi breathed faster and faster until the wave of ecstasy hit her hard. She held her breath, pushing down against the torrential euphoria, riding it out. Her back arched, bowing off the table until every drop of nirvana was wrung out of her.

Arnav reveled in the way she had undulated and rippled against his mouth. She lie sprawled across the desk, barely propped up on her elbows as her head hung back, exposing the sexy length of her throat. Slowly, he kissed a reverent trail up her pelvis. He nipped lightly at her hip bones then traced his tongue across her tummy before dipping into her navel. His Khushi hitched on an inhale as she tried to catch her breath. Undeterred, he continued to venerate her body, placing lingering kisses up her lean torso and across every rib. Arnav stood as he teased the tip of his tongue under the curve of her softly rounded breasts before flattening it and laving tenderly across her caramel nipples, making them gleam. And as he finally reached her throat, his mouth felt her calming pulse, tasting her vitality. He stared down into his Khushi’s serene face, her eyes still closed. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought her to be slumbering. He pressed his mouth onto hers, tasting her breath.

Khushi instantly parted her lips, suddenly feeling as if life were being breathed into her. Her Arnavji kissed her tenderly, just as she imagined Prince Charming did when he woke his Sleeping Beauty. She sighed in elation and contentment as she felt the strands of his rebellious hair tickle across her nose.

His Khushi’s eyes finally flickered open, sparkling at him like golden honey. Traversing his palms to her back, he helped her sit up at the edge of the desk. She gazed at him through satisfied, dreamy eyes and he caressed a hand across her face. She nuzzled into it making his palm tingle. He brushed his lips over her swollen cherry pout once more. “Sweetheart, you look so tired. Let me put you to bed.”

As her Arnavji leaned in to scoop her up, her foot had brushed against the evidence of his arousal. Silly man. Did her husband actually think she would lie next to him in bed and sleep soundly while his needs went unrequited? How was she to drift off peacefully without having been completed by him? Without having felt him throbbing inside her? Khushi hooked a leg onto his hip and pulled him close. Her hands slowly caressed down his lean chest, down the indentations of his abdomen, before fisting the edge of his t-shirt. She pulled it up over his head, throwing it somewhere behind her. She took a moment to feel his bare skin then boldly began to caress him through his pants.

“Khushi…”

Khushi simply responded by slowly shaking her head no. She was not going to heed his protests. Not tonight. Not after he had willingly come to stay with her at Bhua ji’s for two whole days. Not when he had managed to appease her family, her neighbors and the random troop of wedding guests always traipsing in and out. Not when he had graciously given up his Raizada mansion luxuries to live in a small space, just to be next to her. Her heart expanded with that every thought as she lowered his pants and briefs. Khushi stared at the man she loved as she seized his virility in her hands. She poised him at her entrance and with a slight tug, pulled him into her being. She continued to gaze into his stormy orbs as he pulsed inside her. Within those earthen brown depths, she could see her soul.

Arnav stepped closer, sliding ever so deeper. He was entranced by his pixie. She’d casted the spell, and he was completely woven. Done for. As she hooked her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, he began that eternal push and pull. He indulged in her strawberries and cream mouth while lowering her onto the table. He traversed his palm up her slender back, cradling her head and supporting it to avoid knocking into the hard wood.  

As their bodies danced and writhed, Khushi felt a new heat unfurling within her chest. She skimmed her hands down his shoulders and across his back, encouraging him to take what was his. But she knew her husband. Her Arnavji would not take his own release until hers was seen to first, regardless of the fact he’d just sent her to heaven with his mouth, just a few minutes ago. She began to push down and vise around his thick girth, the delicious friction already heightening her pleasure.

Arnav thrust steadily while taking in his Khushi. Her black hair spilled across the desk and hung off the edge like silk ribbons whipping in the wind. Her equally dark lashes hooded her lust filled eyes, making her ginger irises glow even brighter. Her quivering pink lips were slightly parted as she breathed him into her. His wife was just exquisite. He eyed the wildly fluttering pulse at the base of her neck and suckled the sensitive spot, wanting to drive her over the edge once again.

Khushi felt her husband swivel his hips into her, rubbing her hot spot with every stroke. She quickly bit down onto his shoulder, attempting to muffle out her scream of pleasure, trying to keep quiet.

Arnav continued to drive into his wife, riding her release till the very end. Her raspy moans had sent electricity down his spine. He turned his head to the side, claiming her mouth, gliding his tongue against hers as he sped up his thrusts. His Khushi began to lift her hips, meeting him each time he entered, and squeezed him tightly within her depths upon every outstroke.

Khushi brushed back the fallen stray lock of hair away from her Arnavji’s forehead then hugged him close. She traced her tongue along the shell of his ear then suckled the lobe. “Arnavji, let go…”

And upon the waft of her warm breath and husky words, Arnav did let go. He reached the precipice, basking on cloud nine as he satiated himself. He braced up on his elbows, kissing his Khushi tenderly with unhurried, lazy brushes of lips and tongues until he regained the strength to carry her to bed. She lay half across him, her head lying trustingly over his heart as he held her close. Pulling the sheet up over their entwined bodies, he kissed the top of her head. “Khushi?”

“Hmm?” Khushi responded while absently tracing her finger over his chest.

Arnav tightened his arms, holding her even closer. “I love you.”

Khushi turned her head, kissing her husband’s chest before looking up and turning his face to hers. She softly brushed her mouth against his petal soft lips. “I love you too.”

With another tender kiss on her forehead, Arnav sighed deeply before closing his eyes.

Khushi continued to caress her husband’s skin absently as her heavy lidded eyes fought sleep. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She couldn’t believe she had this man in her life, forever as hers. A man who had loved her thoroughly, without a bed! She touched her warm cheek, and knew she was blushing hard. Granted, when they had first met, they’d quickly feigned an outward abhorrence for each other. Yet she knew their hearts had just as instantly disagreed with their demeanors and actually began to love. Even when he had been with someone else at the time, her heart had yearned for him. With every dhak dhak, it had expanded and made space for him to reside there. Khushi squeezed her Arnavji a little tighter as she finally closed her eyes, her heart full of love. He was the only one that could’ve filled that space. She knew, she would’ve waited an eternity for him.

Arnav felt her snuggle closer as his thoughts drifted in and out of half sleep. He had never wanted to get married, never wanted to share his life with anyone. But as he felt the gentle rise and fall of his wife’s breathing now, and felt her heartbeat pressed up against his, beating in unison…he knew. He had avoided emotion and attachment in the past because none of them had been his Khushi. He’d simply been waiting for her.

Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait between OSes and thank you for your patience and support. Thank you for sticking by me and continuing to read my works. I would also like to suggest that you follow my blog by email (the bar to sign up is at the top right of the page) as I sometimes post notes or teasers that I do not post elsewhere (ie: India Forums). Also I would like to let you know there is another OS coming soon. <3

Author's Note & Intezaar (Preview)

Dear Beautiful Bliss Babies, 

Exactly one year ago, I created this little ol' blog and posted my first story. Little did I know this creative outlet would become a vessel for me to share my thoughts and receive all your wonderful and kind words in return. I never expected to gain avid readers/followers or for people to take interest. And yet, I am reminded time and again, in one way or another, that I am blessed. It is because of your persisting encouragement that I continue to get inspired, and keep on writing as I do. I thank you for allowing me into your lives, through the magic of Arnav & Khushi's boundless love, and I am truly humbled that you allowed my stories to touch your hearts. It has been an honor. Here's to wishing my blog - Iss Bliss Ko Kya Naam Doon?, my deepest pride and joy, a Happy First Anniversary. 

And to show my appreciation, here's a glimpse at my next OS: Intezaar (The Wait)...

Arnav’s brows crinkled as he felt something whisper across his face. He absently smiled in sleep, recalling how the wisps of her silken midnight locks had tickled against his nose and jaw the prior night, whilst holding him close. She’d clung to him for dear life just as she’d flown apart in his arms. Her thighs had tightened, hugging, vising around him like an anaconda seductively entwining its prey. Oh but he’d been a willing victim. He had gone into the vixen’s lair, eyes wide open. He was no tame mouse either. He shifted now, inhaling deeply as his senses beckoned to be enveloped into the fragrant essence of his wife, her intoxicating honey and jasmine scent. He tilted his head, inspiring the air, seeking the sweetness, like a honeybee seeking nectar. His brows furrowed again as that tiny tickle persisted down his nose. He scratched his bare abdomen before blindly reaching out a hand, searching the space next to him, only to find it unoccupied. Where was his precious orchid??...

The rest to come soon!! <3

Anticipation

Khushi felt the morning light infiltrate her consciousness, rousing her from slumber. Not quite ready to wake yet, she refused to open her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. Her lips instantly stretched into a smile as the first scent she sensed was one of warm cinnamon musk and masculinity. Her fingers twitched before they lightly caressed over the surface they rested upon, taking in smooth bare skin. She sighed in contentment as her lids finally fluttered open. She took a moment to listen to the strong dhak dhak dhak resounding under her ear. Her smile widened as she looked up. Her eyes slowly traced a visual path up a chiseled chest, absorbing the sight of a stubbly dimpled chin, deliciously disheveled hair, and a pair of perfectly pouted lips kissed with a cupid’s bow. Her heart fluttered, devastated by such effortless perfection. And to think, it all belonged to her. She continued to admire the view as the rise and fall of calm, deep breaths soothed her soul and rocked her head in a comforting rhythm. She shifted slightly, wanting to snuggle deeper into the luring warmth laying half beside and half beneath her. Her leg slowly wandered amidst tangled sheets until her bare calf met with an equally bare thigh. She blushed at their morning state as memories of the prior night flashed across her mind. The pulls…the tugs…the insistence…the ringing in the background…. “Kya?!” Khushi thought to herself as she snapped out of her reminiscence, realizing her phone was going off. Not wanting to disturb her Arnavji, she wrapped a bed sheet around herself as she quickly sat up and answered her cell.

Arnav instantly felt a chill overcome his body as his sweet wife left his side, causing his eyes to drift open. Her long silky tresses were swept to one side as the sheet she held loosely against the front of her body spiraled around to drape itself conveniently low on her waist and, to his delight, even lower around her hips. It then tapered to spread across the bed before him, allowing nothing to hinder his gaze from taking in the smooth, creamy expanse of her bare back.  The flowy sheet beckoned his eyes to follow with an irresistible come-hither. He stared at those perfect dimples at the base of her back then trekked up the sexy contour curving over her delicate spine. Sitting there, unaware of his attention, and wrapped in a white cloud of a thousand thread count Egyptian cotton, she was dreamily ethereal. Aphrodite incarnate.

“Ji, zaroor…Hum aye gai…Pakka…Ji, rakh te hai.” (“Yes, certainly…I’ll come…Positive….Ok bye.”) The moment Khushi ended the call she felt the heat of her husband along her back as he encased her within the confines of his strong arms and legs, completely surrounding her from behind. She tingled at the contact of skin touching skin, further heightened by the soft scrape of his beard stubble along her neck, where his mouth was now leisurely perusing. She bit her lip as he placed a few soft kisses along the way.

“Kahan ja rahi ho?” (“Where are you going?”) Arnav asked as he swirled little circles with his tongue.

“Bh…Bhua ji ke…ke ghar…” (“Bhu…Bhua ji’s…house…”) Khushi managed to stutter through her parched throat. Hey Devi Maiya, it was hard to concentrate when he was doing that! When he paused for a moment, she turned her head to look at him, cupping his handsome face with a hand. “Arnavji, it’s Happy ji’s sister’s wedding and a lot of the functions are happening at Bhua ji’s house….”

Arnav turned slightly and kissed his wife’s palm as his arms tightened around her narrow waist, giving a little squeeze. “I didn’t know Happy had a sister.”

Khushi’s palm continued to tingle on the spot he’d kissed. She placed her hands along his forearms, trying to let him know she had to get ready. “Arnavji, I have a lot of things to do before I go. And Bhua ji wants me there for two days so I have to pack and….” Khushi closed her eyes, her explanations trailing off as her husband caught her sensitive earlobe between his teeth.

Arnav let his arms loosen and lightly held his Khushi by her hips. “That’s fine. We’ll take one bag. I’ll just throw my clothes in with yours” he drawled huskily as he continued to nibble.

Khushi opened her eyes in surprise. Had he just said….? She turned her head to look at him again. “Arnavji, you don’t have to come. You’re never comfortable when you go there. It’s too hot, and it makes it difficult for you to get your work done as well. I’m sure Happy ji will understand. And besides it’s just two days…Oh!” Khushi suddenly found herself horizontal, flat on her back, with her husband looming over her.

Arnav let his lower half rest against his Khushi’s and made his tone firm, letting her know there would be no arguments. “I will not sleep without you next to me.”

Khushi was struck mute. How was she to respond to that? Yes it had been a command, but she had heard the sweet admission behind it. Her heart melted and her throat lodged closed. She stroked a hand across his jaw and nodded her acquiescence. Instantly, the furrow in his brow softened and she found the courage to tease him. “Laad Governor kaheen kai…” she mumbled under her breath. And then her Arnavji graced her with a smile. She continued to stare up at him, taking in his sleepy eyes. Her thumbs reached up and brushed over the outer corners of his eyelids, where those adorable little crinkles formed whenever he would smile. Her fingers then lightly brushed over his mouth. That same mouth that emitted his deep voice, made even huskier by the mornings. She continued her exploration and tangled her fingers into his beautifully misshapen hair. She could spend hours combing her fingers through his rich onyx strands and she still wouldn’t tire of touching him. His sexy, lazy smile made her heart thud faster. If she didn’t halt things now, they’d never reach Bhua ji’s! “Arnavji, close your eyes…” she softly whispered.

Arnav did as his beautifully quirky wife requested, without a second thought. He felt her place a lingering smooch on the tip of his nose, and when he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but an empty bed. He looked up just in time to see a flash of bare legs and white sheets fly into the bathroom. He plopped down onto the mattress and let out a sigh. “This is going to be an interesting few days….” he thought aloud.

Later that morning, when they arrived at Bhua ji’s house, Arnav was late to realize things were already underway at the Gupta house. There had been a frenzy of movement, and a bustle of people milling around, one of whom was now his wife. The second she’d stepped out the car, Bhua ji, after taking a fleeting moment to welcome him, had swept her niece away for an important task. No stranger to this home, he made a quick retreat to Khushi’s old room and put their stuff down. He unconsciously tugged at his tie and loosened the button on his collar. He’d walked a mere few feet through the house and he could already feel beads of sweat working their way down his back. Quickly looking up, he instantly felt relief to find the air conditioning unit exactly how they’d left it. Arnav made a beeline for the remote but paused just as his thumb hovered over the power button. “But Khushi can’t tolerate the cold….” He thought back to that night when she’d shifted restlessly in her sleep, trying to dissipate the chill by burying herself in the blankets. “I could keep her warm though….” His lascivious mind began to wander down that slippery slope it often journeyed. “What if the power in the whole area goes out …again…?” Deciding to take play it safe, he nixed his initial plan. He would just have to bear the heat. He figured if he kept himself busy, he’d be too distracted to focus on how warm the air was. He picked up his laptop bag and put it on the window sill, not wanting to chance leaving it on the floor. As he made to turn back to their clothing bag, he did a double take. “What the…!” Arnav squinted as his eyes focused on the poster hanging on the adjacent wall. He stared at the small cut out image of his wife then followed her line of vision to find her no longer gazing adoringly at her beloved Salman Khan. Instead her former hero’s face had been covered with a cut out picture of him! His face contorted into a smirk.

“Arnavji, I brought you some water. I have some snacks being made as we speak, and then I’ll come and help unpack everyth…”

Arnav took the glass from his wife as she rambled on and took a refreshing sip of the cold water. “Khushi, Salman Khan looks quite different in this poster…”

Khushi lightly thumped her Laad Governor on his chest. “After our shagun ceremony I told Salman Khan ji that I had to forsake him, as I was never going to be able to be his” she relayed ruefully.

“And why is that?” Arnav asked as he gently held his Khushi by the arm. He swished an ice cube around his mouth as he awaited her reply.

“Because I’m yours. Always have been…” Khushi stated matter-of-factedly and found herself being tugged closer into her husband’s space. Her eyes were drawn to his lips as she watched his mouth and tongue move over and around the glistening frozen water. Oh how she wished to feel that same ice cube on her own tongue!

Arnav inched his head lower yet and gazed deeply into his wife’s glowing honey eyes. Whenever she declared herself as his it pulled at his body to connect with her in any way possible. Kissing her delectable mouth was on the forefront of his thoughts at the moment. He brought his lips closer still, and paused for a second, heightening his own keenness.

“…Always will be…” Khushi replied dreamily before closing her eyes, awaiting her husband’s delicious kiss.

Arnav closed his own eyes, bridging the scant centimeters between their mouths, when he heard the bedroom door creak open and the pitter patter of footsteps. He quickly turned around, shielding his Khushi from whomever it was, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.

“Uncle, Uncle!  Aap ne Khushi Didi ko dekha? (Have you seen sister Khushi?)”

“Uhhh…” Arnav looked at the children who’d entered the room, dumbstruck for an answer. And then he heard his Khushi snicker from behind his back.

“Bacho, mein yahan hu. Kya hua?” (“Kids, I’m right here. What happened?”) Khushi asked as she stepped out from behind her husband.

“Bhua ji ne kaha ke chai bann gayi hai aur aap ko bahar bulla rahi hai!” (“Bhua ji said that the tea is ready and is calling you outside!”) They all explained.

“Hum Uncle ki madat kar ke, abhi ah ti hai. Aap cholo.” (“I’ll be right there after helping Uncle. You guy go ahead.”) Khushi instructed the children.

Arnav watched as the kids all nodded their assent, obeying their Khushi Didi, and left the room. He watched his wife smile uncontrollably as she turned to leave the room as well. He swiftly caught her arm before she could make a move to depart.

Khushi looked up at her Arnavji questioningly, the frown in his eyebrows and stern eyes relaying his piqued state.

Arnav found his ire rising as he took in his wife’s dancing eyes, fully filled with mirth. “Mein Uncle? Aur tum Didi?!” (I’m Uncle? And you’re Sister?!”)

Khushi let a giggle escape past her lips before she tried to cover it up. She looked up innocently at her handsome husband and nodded her head.

Arnav was not falling for his wife’s big rounded doe eyes. “Oh Really?! I’ll show you!” He made a move to pin his audacious wife against the wall, intending to ravish her taunting mouth but she quickly fled his grasp.

“Hum chai dekh kar ah te hai…Uncle Ji!” (“I’m going to check on the tea…Uncle Ji!”) Khushi ran away as quickly as she could, unable to now contain her laughter. Daringly, she paused at the door to chance a look at her husband and with a coy smile bobbed her eyebrows.

Arnav leapt forward, intending to pounce on his provoking wife. But just like the elusive butterfly she was, she’d fluttered away in a hurry.

A little while later, Arnav wandered out into the kitchen only to find his Khushi busy with yet another task. He watched as she tip toed atop a step ladder, attempting to string some decorations along the ceiling. Although the gentleman in him wanted to offer her help, his basic male instincts were content in just taking in the picture she made. Already dressed in a red sari, his eyes touched and lingered upon every curve and swell as they tracked up her slim body. His gaze lingered to appreciate the flash of bare torso that beckoned him closer. Every time she stretched her arms up to reach, her tiny choli would slide just a few millimeters higher, baring more skin, and hollowing out the contour of her stomach, to his delight. The urge to run his tongue along the arch of her ribs hit him hard, making his blood pump faster through his veins.

Khushi went on her toes again and again trying to wind the narrow string of decoration along the nail she’d planted in the wall. “Just a tad higher, almost there Khushi…” she thought to herself as she lifted one foot, trying to gain the little oomph of height she needed. As she concentrated, she unconsciously stuck her tongue out to rest it against her upper lip. And that’s when she heard a low gruff sound from behind her. Forgetting that she teetered atop a narrow step ladder, she turned to see what the noise was. Khushi let out a startled shriek as she lost her footing and began to fall. Her arms flailed as she shut her eyelids, praying to Devi Maiya that it wouldn’t hurt when she fell onto the cold hard kitchen floor.

Arnav ran, closing the few small steps between them, just in time to catch the slight red bundle that was his wife. He cradled her close to his chest as she panted in fear, her eyes still closed tightly. “Shhh, it’s ok” he soothed.

Khushi’s heart began to calm as she took in her surroundings. It was warm and solid accompanied by the peacefully steady sound of a strong heartbeat next to her ear. She let her hands wander, absorbing the feel of expensive thread until she fisted the material tightly, relief washing over her. She rested for another moment, comforted by the coziness she was ensconced in.

Arnav kissed the top of his Khushi’s head, holding her securely in his arms. Her sparkling, dewy eyes flickered open, only to lock onto his. Instantly he was lost in those depths, mesmerized by the hues of honey, caramel, cinnamon and gold that continued to morph from one shade into another. The longer he gazed into her eyes, the longer he spent discovering yet another enchanting color that resided within them.

“Arnavji?” Khushi had barely whispered his name.

With a blink, Arnav came back to the present. He gazed down with concern at his wife. “Tum teekh ho?” (“Are you ok?”) She replied with a sweet nod. The open kitchen window allowed a soft breeze to caress across her silky strands, sending a few of them to fly freely in the air. His open palm rested against the bare skin of her back and his thumb stroked the softness there. Her breath hitched at the contact and she curled her fingers into the collar of his shirt even tighter. He continued to get lost as he watched her eyes trace over his face, his skin tingling everywhere her gaze lingered. When her gaze fixated onto his mouth, he found himself pulling her closer for a taste of her lips.

“Arrey sharam karo tum dono!!” (“Have some shame, the two of you!!”)

Khushi instantly snapped out of her trance at the sound of that thundering voice. “Bh…Bhua ji?! Na…nahi vo…” Khushi couldn’t stutter more than one syllable at a time.

“Bhua ji, Khushi ladder se girnay wali thi aur meine usko bachaa liya. Bass issi liye…” (“Bhua ji, Khushi was about to fall from the ladder and I saved her. That’s all…”) Arnav explained rationally in a calm, collected voice.

“Abhi bi girr rahi hai kya??” (“Is she still falling?”) Madhumati inquired of her son-in-law.

Arnav wasn’t sure what Bhua ji was alluding to and gave a confused look towards his Khushi. She frantically signaled him with her wide eyes and perfectly arched eyebrows to put her down. Understanding dawned on him and he hurriedly set her on her feet, in less than the blink of an eye. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding her in his arms the whole time. It had become his second nature to want his Khushi that close.

Khushi smoothed her sari pleats nervously and straightened her pallu as her Arnavji looked away from the both of them, staring at the floor as he awkwardly scratched his head. It was actually quite adorable to see her husband, the ASR, suffering from embarrassment. If Bhua ji wasn’t in the room with them, she would’ve actually smiled.

Arnav continued to look around the kitchen, avoiding everyone’s gaze as he felt an odd heat warming his ears. He hoped his wife didn’t notice. And why was Bhua ji still here?! He was starting to feel like a teenager getting caught making out by his mother!

Madhumati let out a hearty chuckle at their expense. “Babua, tum to Sanka Devi ke liye hi banne ho!” (“Son, you were definitely made for Sanka Devi!”) With another bout of giggles, she left the two of them be.

Arnav’s gaze found and locked with his Khushi’s instantly. Both of their faces broke into involuntary smiles at their predicament and laughter started to bubble up in his chest. He really shouldn’t have expected anything less in little old Laxmi Nagar.

Khushi’s smile began to fade as it was replaced with awe as she took in her Arnavji’s dazzling, full toothed grin. She was unable to stare at his handsomeness; it just flustered her too much. Feeling shy, she broke eye contact and scurried out of the kitchen before things escalated all over again. 

The day had flown by quite quickly, Khushi realized, right into the evening. Guests had begun arriving for the sangeet ceremony, and she’d been so busy preparing for the event that she hadn’t seen her Arnavji since the kitchen incident earlier on. That had been hours ago! Her heart felt unsettled at that realization. “Where is he anyway?” she pondered aloud. “He can’t still be getting dressed, he only brought so many suits and ties…” she said as she wandered over to her old bedroom. She opened the door to find her husband struggling.

“Stupid, good for nothing buttons!” Arnav exclaimed in frustration. He only wore these god forsaken getups just to see that look in his Khushi’s eyes. It was the only thing that made the torture worth it.

Khushi closed the door and immediately saddled up to her husband, needing to help him. Their fingers connected as she took hold of the first button and he locked eyes with her. “Let me…” she whispered. She rested her forearms along his warm, solid chest as her nimble fingers got to work, slipping the little buttons through their openings.

Arnav loved having his Khushi this close. He could smell her lovely floral scent and barely resisted the urge to bury his nose into her fragrant hair. His fingers delicately molded to her narrow waist, resting right above the sexy swell of her hips. He traced lightly over the satiny bare skin there, absorbing the powdery softness.

Khushi squirmed under her Arnavji's touch. Even though he was simply holding onto her, she could still feel tiny currents buzzing across her skin. The little hairs at the back of her neck stood up at attention as sparks zapped through her being.  She tried to control her shallow breaths as she continued fastening the last few buttons. "Almost done…" she whispered through her suddenly dry mouth.

Arnav barely heard his wife’s husky voice. He was too busy being entranced by the sexy column of her neck. She’d tilted her head ever so slightly as she concentrated on the fasteners and his lips were drawn to that creamy expanse.

“Ar…Arnavji…ho gya…” Khushi managed to utter.

Arnav replied by brushing back the heavy locks of her hair over her shoulder and leaned his head down.

Khushi's breath accelerated double time at her husband’s tender caress. She closed her eyes and unconsciously tilted her head even more. The sensitive skin on her neck tingled with anticipation for the contact of her Arnavji's soft lips.

Arnav placed his mouth on that sweet, little freckle that resided along the side of her throat and let his lips linger for a kiss.

An audible gasp escaped from Khushi’s lungs and her fingers curled into her husband's muscled pecs. She bit her lip to control her urge to moan aloud.

Arnav lifted his lips for the briefest moment as he decided where he wanted to lay them next. He lightly nibbled a path up to her ear. “Thanks…” he whispered in a raspy tone. He knew his Khushi wasn’t listening though. He could see her pulse bounding a rapid beat at the base of her neck and his mouth took it as an invitation to taste.

"Khushi bitiya!"

Arnav halted as he heard his mother-in-law’s voice. He gazed towards his wife and found her eyes still shut tightly with her fingers still curled into the front of his kurta. "Khushi, tumhari Amma bulla rahi hai tumhe." (“Khushi, your Amma is calling you.”)

"Hmm?"

Arnav’s lips tilted into a tiny grin at his wife's dreamy, absent response. His fingers gently pinched at her waist and she let out a brief yelp as her eyes opened into wide saucers. She locked her warm, hazy gaze with him, silently questioning.

“Oh why had he broken the spell?” Khushi thought to herself. She had been ready to melt into a puddle at his feet. She met his gaze with clearer eyes as she felt his thumb rub soothing little circles around the spot he'd pinched.

“Khushi, your Amma was calling for you...”

Khushi sobered quickly. "Amma?" She instantly turned her head towards the door to respond. "Amma hum abhi ah te hai!" (“Amma I’ll be right there!”) She let her arms drop to her sides as she went to turn around. The last sight she’d seen was the flicker of disappointment in her Arnavji's dreamy, double chocolate eyes. She too was disappointed at yet another missed chance at being close with him. She turned to lock gazes with him again, approaching into his space slowly.

“Khushi?” Arnav asked in a low tone.

Khushi reached up on tip toe and placed a lingering kiss at the corner of her Arnavji’s sweet mouth. She could feel his arms coming up and she quickly fled his grasp before he could hold her to him.

“Khushi!” Arnav leapt forward to try and grab his feisty wife. A little peck on the cheek would not suffice.

Khushi smiled brightly as she flitted out of the room, leaving the door wide open. As she spoke to her Amma, her gaze returned to watch her frustrated husband. She barely managed to suppress her urge to giggle.

Later on, when the festivities were in full effect, Khushi found herself in the middle of a dance circle, leading the bride to be and her loving brother, Happy ji, to cheer and clap as they all busted their moves. She was mid-twirl when one of the cute neighborhood kids tugged at her dupatta to gain her attention.

“Khushi Didi!”

Khushi bent down and cupped the little girl’s chin with affection. “Boliye, kya hua?” (“Tell me, what happened?”)

“Khushi Didi, aap ki madat chaiye. Hum gifts table par rakh rahe te, par abb humara haath nahi ponch ta…” (“Khushi Didi, I need your help. I was putting gifts on the table but now I can’t reach…”) the little girl said with puppy dog eyes.

“Koi baath nahi, hum hai na! Chalo dikhao mujhe…” (“No problem, I’m here aren’t I? Come on, show me where…”) Khushi said as she took the little girl’s hand. She found herself being led to her old bedroom. The little girl stopped short of the door.

“Vo table andhar hai.” (“The table’s inside.”) The little girl said, pointing inside the room.

“Chalo teekh hai. Hum dekh kar ah te hai. Tum khelo.” (“Ok. I’ll check it out. You go play.”) Khushi smoothed a hand over the girl’s pink-ribboned pigtails and set her on her way. She then went inside the room and peered around. “Where are the gifts she was talking about?” Khushi wondered aloud. In a sudden whoosh the door snicked shut and she found herself trapped against the wall nearby, her Arnavji’s eyes boring intimately into her own.

“Finally alone.” Arnav whispered. He took a deep breath as he took his time staring at his Khushi. His gaze touched upon her winged eyeliner and the subtle splash of color that washed across her eyelids, lending an extra sparkle to her already hypnotizing irises. He then visually traced down the slope of her delicate nose and appreciated her glimmering nose pin. It winked at him naughtily in the dim of the room. And then his gaze fell upon his Khushi’s plush mouth. The lip gloss she wore was shiny and light pink, emitting the scent of cherries. He wondered how she would react if he took his time licking it off. He leaned in, careful not to let their bodies touch. He just wanted to feel her mouth fused under his. Pliant…soft…and succulent, just like a ripe fruit.

Khushi knew her chest heaved with her shallow breathing. Her husband had asked the little girl to help lure her into the room. Why did she find that so adorable and sexy at the same time?? She just couldn’t handle having her Arnavji in such close proximity. The air between their lips almost crackled. She clenched her fingers into the skirt of her lengha as she let her eyes fall shut.

Arnav came closer yet, letting his nose brush against the tip of his wife’s. He exhaled a few warm breaths across her moist lips, his blood beginning to bubble with need. He closed his own eyes, determined to seal their mouths together. Just another small milli…

“Arrey Arnav babua! Taneek iddar ao ek minute!” (“Arnav son! Come here for a minute!”)

Arnav let out a sigh of despair as he rested his forehead against his wife’s. Parting from her closeness, he tilted his head up and placed a smooch over the marking of her sindoor before opening the door to go in search of what Bhua ji needed.

Khushi stood, panting against the wall, trying to keep herself from sliding down into a pile of mush. Her heart beat rapidly and she clutched her throat from the intensity of her husband’s mere closeness. And to think he hadn’t even touched her. “Hey Devi Maiya!” she vocalized as she came out of her stupor. How was she going to survive the rest of the night??

After a long evening of moving furniture to prep for the next day’s events, Arnav had a moment to himself and washed up, getting ready for bed. Truth be told, he was quite exhausted. He really didn’t know where his wife found the exuberance to run around all day, not only prepping but partaking in all the festivities as well. With thoughts now veering towards his Khushi, he headed for the bedroom. It had been over twenty four hours since he’d last indulged in her body. A long twenty four hours ago that he’d last felt her lips against his. A torturous time period that was twenty four hours too long! He quietly opened and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment as he watched his Khushi finish plaiting her hair. She sat cross legged in the middle of the bed, already scrubbed clean, and wearing her light pink night suit. Her chunni hung from one of the bed posts and his gaze immediately sought her bare neck. Instantly his insides tightened. When she looked up, her eyes expressing the longing she felt, he approached her.

Khushi braced herself as her husband prowled closely into her space. No words were spoken. It was an instant fusing of mouths. She let out an unconscious whimper of relief as his lips coursed over her own, tasting…sampling…savoring. When she felt the warm tip of his tongue trace along the inside of her upper lip, she sunk her fingers into his silky black mane. Her heart thundered as they continued to make out, unwilling to part for even a second. She’d been thinking about this moment all day! She felt herself being lowered onto the mattress and her legs came up to wrap tightly around her Arnavji’s hips, holding him close.

Arnav remained standing as he leaned over his Khushi, bracing his upper body against hers while his hands caressed over the soft weights of her chest. She was not wearing anything under that kameez. He gently squeezed and she let out a wanton moan that resonated into his mouth. He allowed his hands to traverse over her thighs right before tugging her closer, bringing her pelvis flush against his. He bit back a groan as his wife writhed against him, asking for more. As their tongues slid around one another’s, her taste buds rasping across his own with a delicious tickle, he lowered the weight of his upper body onto her more fully.

Khushi hugged her Arnavji close as she felt a liquid flame begin to ignite in her core. Her belly pulled tight as she tried to rub herself against his rigid length. Why did they have so many layers separating them?! She nipped his plump bottom lip, not too lightly, to get him to move a little faster. She almost rejoiced in relief when she felt him climb up onto the mattress over her….until the bed creaked loudly in protest.

“What the..?!”

Khushi stifled a giggle. “Arnavji…the bed is old….”

“You have got to be kidding me Khushi!” Arnav exclaimed incredulously.

Khushi’s face turned pink, despite the fact that she was wrapped around her husband like a vine on a tree, as she uttered her next words. “Arnavji, we can’t… we can’t on the bed… it will make too much noise. Everyone will wake up…”

Arnav had anticipated many things today, but trying to decide a safe place to inconspicuously make love to his wife had not been one of them! He continued to hold onto his Khushi tightly. “Well the floor is out of the question.”

“Kyon?” Khushi asked as her suggestion was squashed before she had a chance to voice it.

“Really? You forgot what happened to my laptop bag in the middle of the night? It took your Amma forever to patch it back up.” Feeling annoyed, and highly aroused, Arnav stood up and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Khushi smirked at the memory as she sat up. Her husband could be such a diva sometimes.

“Why are you smiling?” Arnav asked suspiciously.

“Arnavji, you’re still not used to living like us common folk. Not used to the earthy things…” Before Khushi could finish her sentence, her husband was on her. His mouth consumed her with its kiss, fully plundering, possessively claiming it as his. The wind was knocked out of her as a chill shivered up her spine, right before he pulled away, breathing hard onto her face.

“First of all there is nothing common about you. Secondly, I appreciate all things earthy. Especially this!” Arnav whisked his wife’s top off in a flash, baring her to his eyes. He ignored her yelp of surprise as he tugged her salwaar off in the next heartbeat. He caressed his palms over her body for a second before hastily removing his own shirt. His Khushi’s eyes trailed hungrily over his skin, fueling him into action.

In the next instant Khushi found herself being hoisted up by her husband and she wrapped her legs around his waist for support, her arms instantly latching around his neck.

As Arnav delved his tongue into her mouth for another taste, he swung around and braced his Khushi against the wall.

Khushi felt a slight thud against her back and she pulled away from the kiss. She realized she was pinned against the wall, with her Arnavji as her anchor. “Arnavji…wait…what…?!”

Arnav brought his face dangerously close to his Khushi’s, tasting the air between their lips. “Bhua ji said the walls of this house were strong. Let’s see…” he drawled huskily. Before his wife could express her opinion on the matter, he dove in for another kiss.

Khushi was at the complete mercy of her roguish husband. She was hanging onto him for dear life. She squeezed her thighs around his hips as he brought his male heat to rub enticingly against her most feminine of parts. She broke her mouth away from his drugging kisses in order to let out a gasp of pleasure as she arched into him. She couldn’t believe he was doing this…they were doing this…vertically!

Arnav left his wife’s rosy lips to explore her milky skin. His lips trailed down the side of her neck as he lowered her legs for a moment.

Khushi balanced on the barest of tippy toes, pinned in place by her Arnavji’s pelvis snug against her own. It was a deliciously thick reminder of what was to come.

Arnav feverishly lowered his pants and underwear, only to hoist the slight weight of his Khushi back up into his arms and against the wall.

Khushi was taken by surprise when her feet were no longer touching the floor again. She had let out but a startled breath before her husband found his way around her panties, and straight into her, with one slick push. She bit down onto her lip to muffle her moan of pleasure.

Arnav remained still for a moment, loving the way his wife pulsed around his length. He leaned forward and licked at her bottom lip tenderly. “Hey, that’s mine…” he whispered as he sucked her lip into his mouth. When she arched her neck and let out a lusty exhale, he pulled out and held her still as he pushed his way back in.

Khushi closed her eyes in ecstasy. It was all such a new sensation. To have her husband so deeply inside her while she practically floated in the air. His virility made her pulse quicken and her core even wetter. She hooked her ankles at the base of his spine and pulled him deeper yet. He responded by swiveling his hips into her, making the fabric of her panties rub tantalizingly across her aching clitoris. She was wide open to his sensual assault, and was already so close to her impending release. Khushi grabbed her Arnavji’s face and suckled his tongue into her mouth with a quick rhythm, one that she wanted him to mimic elsewhere.

Arnav was fully enticed by his vixen. Her mouth left his only to touch upon his ear and make a wanton request.

“Arnavji, faster…”

His hips began to thrust up on their own, as if his wife had unlocked something within him. Her glistening body arched up against the wall, and deeper onto him, with each push. He cupped her derriere and used the leverage from the wall to create a quick rhythm that had his wife stringing a reverent litany of his name in a whispered, lust-fogged chant. He knew she wasn’t far off.

Khushi vised around her husband’s thick length with each retreat. She wanted to keep him inside her forever if she could. Her nipples tingled at the constant slide of his chest against hers. Her clitoris swelled, begging for the sensuous grind of his hips into hers. And just as he sated her mouth with the taste of his tongue, she exploded into a shimmering mass of sparks. Khushi buried her face against the crook of her Arnavji’s neck to muffle her scream of pleasure. She clung desperately to his strong physique, embracing him tightly as he continued to thrust. Her overly sensitive body continued to receive after jolts until he thrust up one last time, joining her in euphoria.

Arnav rested his head against his wife’s, trying to catch his breath. His legs felt like rubber and he didn’t trust them to move at the moment. He felt his Khushi’s sweet mouth dropping equally sweet kisses along his neck and shoulder as her fingers played with the short hairs along his nape, slowly bringing him back to Earth. With strength regained, he carried his wife, entangled limbs and all, back to the bed and gently laid her down. He gazed into her tranquil features as she absently continued to comb her fingers through his sweat slicked hair. She was stunning, all dewy from their love-making. He leaned down to tenderly taste her already kiss-swollen lips.

Khushi had been lying as limp as a noodle until she felt her Arnavji’s tongue swirl circles in her mouth. Hey Devi Maiya, the man knew how to kiss! She slid her calves up the sides of his legs before winding them around his waist again. As she moved beneath his hard, muscular frame, another part of him hardened within her once again. She pulled slightly away from the kiss. “Arnavji?”

Arnav pecked her nose, her chin and then her mouth. “It’s your fault Khushi. I waited for you all day long, in such anticipation. This is the result.” If she weren’t already flushed from their exertions, he would’ve suspected a blush creeping up on her cheeks. “And you know, there is more than one wall in this room…”

Khushi followed her husband’s gaze and saw him eyeing the wall with the poster on it. She gasped at his audacity. “Arnavji! Not with Salman Khan ji right there?!” she said feigning outrage.

Feeling rejuvenated by his wife’s playful mood, Arnav lifted her along with him and pinned her against the offending wall. His wife arched into him at the deep connection once again. “Frankly, I don’t care if anyone is looking” he confessed into her ear. “And besides, I’m your Salman Khan now.”

Khushi shuddered as he began to make love to her all over again. She cupped her husband’s ruggedly handsome face and gazed deeply into his molten brown sugar eyes. “No, you’re my Arnavji. Hamesha.”

Arnav kissed his Khushi in response and reveled in the way she undulated against him, quickly spiraling into yet another release. He wasted not a second in following her into an abyss of pleasure. Thoroughly satisfied, with lethargy now starting to kick in, he lowered their forms to rest on the bed. He covered his wife with the sheet and spooned her close as their depleted bodies immediately drifted off into a satisfied sleep.

In the middle of the night, Arnav woke to try and shift but was halted by something. When he opened his eyes, he found his wife facing him, her sheet haphazardly kicked off, down to her feet. She slept on peacefully as she rested one slim arm across his neck, and rested one of her long legs across the lower half of his body. Arnav’s expression was stuck somewhere between smirking and rolling his eyes in disbelief. “Of course…another one of her crazy tae kwon do poses. Patha nahi kaise sothi hai ye…” he whispered to himself.

“Hmmm…Arnavji…” Khushi muttered, almost inaudibly.

Arnav brushed back the damp tendrils sticking to her forehead as she reached for him, sure that his wife was babbling in her sleep.

“Tomorrow let’s try the desk…” Khushi mumbled before drifting off into dreamland once again.

Arnav smiled, deep satisfaction taking over his heart. “Pagal ladki.” As was his habit, he lovingly slipped his hand into hers, entwining their fingers. He closed his eyes to join his Khushi in slumber, already anticipating fulfilling her every wish.