The Yoga Ve

Arnav leisurely padded across the room, his fingers meticulously flipping through the file in his hand as he listened to Aman’s voice through the bluetooth reciting the latest revisions in the document. Something drew his gaze poolside as he passed by the open french doors. His lips twitched into a smile on their own accord as he absorbed the sight of his wife. Wearing her turquoise night suit, the pool continued to bathe her form in its shimmery, reflective light. For reasons beyond his understanding, he was inexplicably lured by her.….adorableness. He stood frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes off her as she struggled to contort herself into various poses.

“And then we told them to get rid of that last stipulation or else the deal wasn’t going to happen.” Aman waited for his boss to give him the green light on their latest project. There was a time when they would talk shop twenty-four seven and his mentor would be ready with answers before he even posed the questions. Mr. Raizada was sharp as a tack. But since he’d gotten married, his attention seemed to be…..elsewhere. He honestly couldn’t blame the man though. He would probably be in the same predicament if he had a wife like Mrs. Raizada. Aman dared to smirk, knowing very well that ASR was fully occupied at the moment. Carefully keeping the humor out of his tone, he cleared his throat after the silence extended from pensive to awkward. “Sir? Would you like anymore changes to the document before I send it out?”

Arnav blinked, realizing his right hand man was becoming an inadvertent bystander to his lascivious thoughts. Keeping his eyes on his wife, he replied back curtly. “The changes are fine. I’ll call you back.”

“Sure sir.”

“And Aman?”

“Yes sir?”

“Wipe that damn smirk off your face.” Arnav ended the call and tossed the bluetooth onto the table. He’d just barked at his assistant, probably to try and cover up the fact that his ears were warm with chagrin.

Khushi blew the bangs out of her eyes as she stretched over to one side. “Breathe through the burn, Khushi!” Sam bhaiya’s encouraging words drifted through her mind as she completed her thirty second hold. She rose and adjusted her stance, gingerly bending her knee and resting the sole of her foot against the inside of her other leg. As she folded her hands together, she slowly brought them over her head. “Devi Maiya, please don’t let me fall this time” she silently prayed. She straightened her posture, precariously teetering on her unstable foot. “Stupid Vrksasana tree pose!” she muttered under her breath. Just as the words left her mouth she lost her footing, ready to dive head first into the pool.

Arnav bolted out the poolside door and was behind his wife in a flash. He quickly held her hands in place until she regained her balance.

Khushi felt the heat of her husband and inhaled the delicious scent of him before she even realized he’d caught her. As he helped her stand upright, she felt her arms being lowered to her sides. Her eyes drooped shut as his fingers caressed a tickling path up her arms before placing the softest kiss on her cheek. Her eyes opened as she turned around, guided by his gentle insistence.

Arnav was quick to catch his Khushi as she aptly tripped while trying to face him, his arms automatically winding around her waist by second nature. He stared intimately at his wife, the tiniest of smiles playing across his lips. “Khushi, why do you keep doing these yoga poses? You already won the competition.” His voice had dropped an octave, becoming even raspier than it already was.

“Arnavji, I..…I have to stay fit. Sam bhaiya said there are a lot of photo shoots coming up…” Khushi was having a hard time forming sentences as she dangled comfortably within the confines of her husband’s strong arms. She watched the way his eyes danced with humor and then darkened with desire…..for her.

“And I said I wanted you to put on some weight, right?” He watched as her liquid amber depths visibly flickered with confusion at him.

“But Arnavji…I don’t understand why….” Khushi felt her face begin to flush under her husband’s intense, intimate gaze.

Arnav carefully gathered his wife closer to the heat of his body as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “More cushion for the pushin’, sweetheart.”

“K…kya?” (“W…what?”) Khushi wondered where that husky crack in her voice had emerged from. And she thought her English was pretty good, but sometimes her husband’s verbiage eluded her.

Arnav smirked at his wife’s ever-lingering innocence. He would never tire of enlightening her about all the different realms of intimacy. He securely pulled her form flush against his chest as he slid one hand down to cup her firm bottom. He pressed the soft, inviting give between her legs into the unyielding one between his own. To punctuate his point, he gave a languid squeeze to the under-curve of her derriere.

Khushi gasped, the innuendo of his words finally sinking in. “Nahi!” (“No!”) Even though a sharp zing had zipped straight to her core as his intentions dawned on her, she tried her best to be affronted. Mrs. India was, after all, to act a lady at all times! When she refocused her eyes, she realized her husband was leaning in to steal a kiss. She took advantage and quickly pushed him away. “Arnavji choriye (let go)! I’m all sweaty!”

“Khushi come back! I can work you out!!” Arnav teased fiendishly as he watched his wife make a beeline away from him. He couldn’t help but smile. He just loved flustering her.

Khushi scurried into the bathroom as quick as she could get there. After shutting the door, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She could feel the blood pumping throughout her being, her skin warm and flushed as her pulse thudded a rapid beat. Her husband was cut from a unique cloth, and he was utterly incorrigible! Her lips turned up into an uncontrollable smile as she blushed at her own giddiness, then turned away to disrobe. She’d been longing for a hot shower all day. Finally stepping in, she let the stream of water pelt her face and sluice over her scalp. She took a deep inhale of the soothing scent emanating from her shampoo before reaching up and working it into the massive weight of her hair. Her fingers struggled to dig into the impossibly thick tresses in an attempt to dissipate the dull headache she had. The hair dresser had tugged this way and that, trying to get it just right for the day’s photo shoot. Her poor follicles and scalp! Khushi closed her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, her arms dropping to her sides, already tired from reaching up. And then she felt strong yet gentle, knowing fingers take control, massaging over her scalp exactly how she needed. Now Khushi sighed with immense relief. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes, already basking in her husband’s masterful touch.

Arnav had not for one second been deterred by his suddenly bashful wife running away from him. If anything, this coy cat and mouse play had thrilled him even more. For the duration of the competition he had promised himself not to push Khushi or make advances towards her. He hadn't wanted to hinder with or impede her chances at winning in any way. Yet despite all that, it hadn’t stopped them from making love, to his pleasant surprise. His minx of a wife had initiated each time, letting her inner desires be known, which he’d not only allowed, but thoroughly reveled in. Now that she’d won the whole ordeal, his self-imposed embargo was lifted. The past few days of self-control had left his body restless and aching for her. He was determined to remind her of the rogue he really was, with an underlying promise of sweet devastation.

Khushi kept her eyes closed as she reached up and held onto her Arnavji’s broad, smooth shoulders for balance. She could feel the thick lather being worked into her hair as his fingers continued their gentle kneading. She felt him drop a kiss on the side of her neck before he urged her to take a step back, putting her directly under the stream of flowing water. Khushi let her head fall fully into her husband’s palms as they slid to cup the weight. She could feel him sifting through her strands with long strokes as he carefully rinsed them out.

Steam billowed everywhere, sensually enveloping them into a world where nothing existed but him and his beautiful wife. When he reached over for the shower gel, his Khushi finally opened her eyes. He sudsed his hands and slid them onto her back, a serene silence between them, as he watched her unguarded, complaisant expression. Even though she said nothing, her eyes spoke volumes to him. “You can have whatever you want.”

Khushi’s heart beat erratically as her husband lovingly washed her back. He turned her around to face the stream as his hands glided in a slow, slippery caress starting at her neck. Her eyes fell shut as his touch roamed over her breasts, and she let out a whimper when he didn’t linger, letting her dismay be known. She felt his hands continue down her abdomen, her belly quivering under the heat of his palms. He traversed across her hips and briefly brushed over her mound before letting his hands fall away. Bereft of her husband’s touch, nothing but the water continued to caress her skin, carrying the lingering soap suds down her legs and off her body.

Arnav was always drawn to that delicate crook between his wife’s shoulder and neck. The first time he’d explored this hidden treasure, he’d discovered the spot where her intoxicatingly sweet scent always clung. He’d also learned that this was a spot his Khushi was immensely responsive to. He leaned down and leisurely nuzzled the sensitive area, before laying his lips upon it. His hands reached up to hold her waist as she began to squirm, his name escaping her lips on a moan. He turned her around in his hold, his chocolate eyes deeply searching her hazelnut ones. “What do you want Khushi?” he asked in a raspy whisper which conveyed his state. He watched her lashes lower beguilingly as she demurely rested her palms on his chest. After these past few days, his vixen had gone shy on him. And that just made his blood pump even faster. Cupping her jaw, he tilted her face up and took her mouth deep. There was no tentativeness here. He plundered and consumed, drinking from her lips, wanting to get drunk off of and seeking that nasha that only she possessed, and he craved. When he felt his wife curl her delicate fingers into the flesh of his pecs, he began to ease back. Pulling his face a mere inch away from hers, he surveyed her mouth. Satisfaction resonated through him as he took in his wife's swollen, puffy, perfectly ripe cherry lips. Wanting to keep his Khushi off kilter, he quickly turned her around to face the spray of water and hoarsely whispered into her ear, requesting again “Tell me what you want sweetheart”. She reached back for his thigh and curled her fingers into the muscle there. He knew what she was silently imploring from that one little gesture. He placed a soft, lingering nip on her neck as he surged into her from behind. His Khushi did not stay silent on this, and let her shoulders drop back onto him with a luxurious moan.

All of Khushi’s nerve endings had been on high alert and came alive at the feel of her husband’s body inside her. She'd been rather enjoying his debauchery while indulging in some visual liberties of her own. When he'd pulled away from that earth shattering kiss, her eyes had immediately been drawn to his muscled chest. She watched the stream of water create wet streaks across his skin and she suddenly found herself to be very thirsty. She watched the rivulets' paths trickle down his tight torso, a few drops disappearing into his navel. She'd licked her lips at the thought of exploring that shallow crevice, but before she could react, he'd turned her around to continue his own erotic assault. But even that thrilled her because she secretly loved feeling him from behind. It always created an air of mystery and made her hyper-aware of his every touch. A scintillating spark radiated through her, beginning at her intimate core and shot outward from the top of her head to the bottoms of her tippy toes. Her arousal grew keener as her Arnavji began palming her breasts with slick hands.

Arnav had resudsed his hands, wanting to love her perfectly round globes and toy with her peaks. He continued a consistent rhythm, sliding in and out of her luscious body as he teased her nipples between the web spaces of his fingers. Both hands joined in, slickly gliding back and forth, pinching lightly, before rubbing his palms across the tips. He unhurriedly drew lazy circles then took the heavy weights and massaged them. He couldn’t get enough of her, she just fit so perfectly in his hands. And fit so perfectly around him. His Khushi arched her back and pushed back against him. Her hips wantonly gyrated, asking for more, under their own accord. As his hands continued to busy themselves with the soft weights of her chest, his mouth was once again lured to her neck. He placed soft, nibbling nips around her nape as he reached for the shower spray. Unlatching it from its holster, he lowered the showerhead. He let the stream of water linger over her breasts to wash away any remnants of soap and his pupils dilated at the sight of her slick, glistening skin. Arnav brought the nozzle closer to her chest so the rough spray could abrade her nipples. Khushi intimately tightened around him and let out a lusty moan. Fueled by her uninhibited reaction, he lowered the shower spray slowly until it was aimed just so, towards her clitoris. He brought the nozzle up close so the turgid stream pulsed directly against her sensitive bundle.

Khushi felt fireworks ignite low in her belly and shrieked her husband’s name, the stream of water caressing over her as intimately as her husband’s member thrust into her. “Arnavji!”

Arnav felt his wife’s inner walls pulse with her pending release before she exploded. Her body convulsed around his length and she continually pushed back against him, rhythmically constricting him until he was forced to pump himself in and out, finding his own nirvana. Heavy breathing and soft pants echoed through the shower stall as they clutched each other with their hands, holding the nearest flesh they could find. Arnav lifted his head from the nook where he’d been resting it and held her hips as he gently pulled out, placing a kiss on the back of her head. His Khushi immediately turned and hugged him close, her face burrowing into the notch under his chin. His hands came up to stroke over her back as his mouth dropped a kiss on her temple. “Sweetheart, ready for bed?” he mumbled into her fragrant hair. But Khushi gave no reply. He pulled her face away, only to have her head loll into the crook of his elbow. He absently smiled and shook his head, brushing the thick wet ropes of her hair away from her angelic face. “Only you can fall asleep while standing, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. Pagal ladki. (Crazy girl.)” He carefully swept up his sleeping beauty and took her to bed.

As he climbed in behind her, he tucked her body tightly to the front of his. He stroked her hair back and nuzzled his nose against her nape before gazing at her sweetly slumbering features. “Who said being Mrs. India was easy?” He smiled again as he received silence for a reply. “Sach may….jabb tum so ti ho, tumse baat karna kitna assan ho jata hai.” (“Really, when you sleep, it becomes so easy to talk to you.”) His wife responded with a soft, inelegant snore. His grin grew wider. “But I guess having a sponsor by day and husband by night is even more tiresome!” His wife cuddled his arm closer to her body. She snuggled further into his warmth, inviting him to drift into a blissful sleep along with her where he set about on a new mission to meet her in her dreams.