Birthday Suit

His wife had brazenly called him at the office and told him, correction, ordered that he come home on time to get ready for the evening.

Earlier in the day…“Mr. Raizada, do you know what you are doing at 6 p.m. tonight?” Khushi asked in her most authoritative voice possible.

“I’m conducting a video conference and then…”

“Bilkul nahi! (Absolutely not!)” Khushi interjected.

Arnav’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“You are expected to be home promptly at 6 p.m. and that is final!” Khushi punctuated the end of the call by hanging up and leaving her husband no time to retort.

Needless to say Arnav had been taken aback by his Khushi’s audacity until his phone rang again, no more than fifteen seconds later.

“Aap aye gein na? (You will come right?)” Khushi asked softly with hesitation this time.

Arnav’s face broke into a grin at her tentativeness. How was he to deny that sweet voice? “Khushi, I’ll be there.” He’d heard her smile through the phone as she’d hung up.

Arnav glanced at his watch. It was now five fifty-nine with a few seconds to spare.   He walked down the corridor towards their bedroom doors only to find them closed…and locked. “What the…?” Arnav placed his briefcase down to rattle the door handles with both hands. “Khushi!”

“Ek minute!”

Arnav rolled his eyes. No doubt his crazy wife was up to something. He heard the closet doors slide closed followed by the hurried tinkling of her payal, signaling that she was running towards him. The bedroom doors suddenly opened with a whoosh.

“Arnavji, aap ah gaye? (you’re here?)”

His wife greeted him with the most arresting smile. His eyes took in her face as she panted to catch her breath. Arnav was transcended to another world as he took in her beauty. Her slender form was clad in a black sari with just the right amount of silver sparkle accenting it. She’d swept her long glossy locks over her shoulder to one side, held in place by a few glittering bobby pins. The long tail of her pallu swayed behind her as the remainder was neatly folded and pinned onto her shoulder, leaving a flash of her creamy torso unhindered for his eyes to absorb. And absorb he did. He caught sight of her slim belly chain glinting teasingly at him and his body tightened. He had very fond memories attached to that particular piece of adornment. His eyes continued to track along her flat belly and his thumb itched to dip into her sweet navel. He felt her slender fingers rest upon his forearm and his eyes darted up to meet hers, only to get lost once again. She’d smoked her lids out with a dusky gray-black hue, making her hazel depths sparkle like gold and flicker at him like a flame.

Khushi gave her husband’s arm a slight squeeze. “Arnavji, come on, we’re going to be late.”

Arnav let her drag him into their room, snapping out of his reverie. “But where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!”

His wife gave him a sassy wink before shoving him into the bathroom to freshen up. Arnav made quick work of dousing himself with a shower. When he entered the bedroom again, he heard his wife grumbling to herself, her back turned towards him.

“Yeh kya…uff…pasand aye ga ke nahi (What is…ugh…will he like it)? Will it even fit??” Khushi asked herself.

Arnav leaned his head in a little closer and saw a measuring tape in his her hands.

Khushi sensed her husband’s crisp cologne lingering nearby and she turned abruptly to face him, throwing her arms behind her back. “Ar…Arnavji? Aap…aap abhi tyaar nahi huay? Jaldi karo na! (You…you’re not ready yet? Hurry up!)”

“Khu…” Before Arnav had a chance to say his wife’s name, she had sped out the room, leaving him to dress, and his mind to ponder. What was his sanki Khushi up to now?? And that too with a measuring tape? He buttoned up his shirt and popped his collar to lace his tie through. He continued to wonder as his fingers went into auto-pilot, deftly tying a double Windsor knot without second thought. As he threw on his suit jacket and glanced in the mirror, something dawned on him. “Oh no…please don’t tell me she got me a suit for my birthday...” He cringed as he envisioned some shiny, brightly colored, horrendous getup. His mind flashed back to when she’d changed his wardrobe to all those distastefully colorful, printed shirts to annoy him. He met his own gaze in the mirror again. “But I promised to go along with whatever she planned for my birthday this year….”

“Arnavji, are you ready?”

Arnav turned to see his Khushi smiling up at him adoringly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. She’d probably spent so much time preparing for this evening. He couldn’t let her down now. Even if he hated the suit, he’d just accept it with a smile then bury it away at the bottom of the closet when she was none the wiser. He managed a small smile as his hand reached up to cup her supple cheek. “I’m ready. Challo. (Let’s go.)”

Khushi clasped her Arnavji’s warm hand, threading her fingers through his, as she led him out of the bedroom, then straight out of Shantivan before he felt her tug at her hand to halt her.

“Khushi, you have to tell me where we’re going so I can figure out how to get there.” Arnav said as he paused in front of his vehicle.

“I don’t have to tell you anything, because you are not driving. Mohan ji is.” Khushi smiled triumphantly as she once again led her husband by his hand over to their awaiting chariot for the night.

On the return home…..Arnav typically never liked to be chauffeured around. He preferred commandeering his own vehicle; especially since going on drives was his way of letting off steam and often his time to soul search. Tonight however, he didn’t mind it as much. Perhaps it was due to the way his Khushi sat snuggled closely by his side in the backseat. Or the way his hands were free to hold her. One of his arms was draped over her slight shoulders, while his other hand held onto both of hers, resting in her lap. He reveled in the way she had settled her head oh-so trustingly upon his shoulder, allowing him to rest his chin atop her crown. As they sat together silently, his mind replayed the events from the evening.

His Khushi had successfully surprised him when they’d pulled up to the very same restaurant they’d shared their first “official” date. Purple Orchid. His gaze immediately sought hers and she had smiled in response.

“It’s your favorite right?”

Arnav had only been able to nod. Of course she would remember. It was in his Khushi’s nature to always keep him in mind. And when they’d sat down at their reserved table, she’d told the waiter they would only require one menu. Arnav had tried to deter his wife, telling her it wasn’t necessary, and he could help her order. But she’d countered by signaling the waiter over and adeptly ordering his favorite dishes as well as something savory for herself. Once the waiter left, she’d met his eyes, seeking his approval.

“So Arnavji, how did I do?” Khushi asked as she bobbed her eyebrows.

Arnav liked to be the one in charge…of everything. But watching his wife take control of the evening, and that too with such proficiency, was truly a heady experience. His blood had begun pumping a little faster through his veins and he’d resisted the urge to shift in his seat. The only apt response he’d come up with was to bring her hand to his mouth to place his lips there before holding it in his grasp for the majority of dinner. Although they’d sat across one another at the table he’d made sure they remained connected.

And now, as the fragrant essence of lavender and chamomile emanated from her silky tresses and wafted across his senses, his lips were drawn to drop a kiss atop her head. Arnav heard Khushi sigh with contentment as the car pulled back into Shantivan. When Mohan came around to open his side of the car door, he was reluctant to have the evening come to an end. He dismissed his driver and personally held out a hand for his Khushi, helping her out of the vehicle. The cool night breeze lifted a few locks of her hair to dance freely in the air, providing Arnav the perfect chance to touch her once again. He slowly tucked the unruly strands behind her ear as his fingers continued to trace along her jaw. He searched her mesmerizing eyes for a moment, taking in the serenity around them. “Khushi I had a great time. Although I can’t believe you didn’t try to add any of your usual ‘Khushi Kumari Gupta flair’ to it…”

“You forget. I’m –Singh Raizada now. And besides, the night is still young. I have yet to give you your present!”

With that cheerful statement, Arnav was all but hauled up the steps into their bedroom. He tried his best not to let his hesitation show. Needless to say he was not looking forward to her gift of choice. Maybe if he distracted her….”Khushi, I just remembered I have an important call to make…”

“Aap ke janamdin par?? Harkis nahi! (On your birthday? Definitely not!)” After latching their bedroom doors, Khushi immediately confiscated her husband’s phone as she pushed him onto the chaise lounger. “Just have a seat, I’ll only be moment.” Khushi impulsively leaned down to place a smooch on her husband’s cheek before flitting away.

Arnav could’ve sworn he detected mischief laced with a certain je ne se quoi in his wife’s whispered words. His ears had registered a slight huskiness in her tone, and his body had instantly responded to the fleeting touch of her lips. What was his Khushi up to exactly? His thoughts were interrupted by the lights dimming to a soft glow in the room as his eyes adjusted to take in the silhouette of his wife. Although she no longer looked as if she were wearing a sari…He squinted his eyes to get a better look as he heard a sudden loud ringing of flutes and drums. At the initial sound of the music playing, he’d been momentarily startled back into his seat on the recliner as the lights flashed on. His Khushi instantly started dancing to the funky beat.  And then he saw his wife…clad in a body hugging, perfectly tailored…men’s suit!? “What the?!” Arnav sat at the edge of the recliner, partly horrified, partly intrigued by her form fitting attire. His wife always found an excuse to dance. This was not exactly new or strange behavior on her part…aside from her choice of ensemble that is. She was always dancing. Arnav was about to roll his eyes at her silly antics until she rolled her shoulders in a dance move and provocatively slid the suit jacket off her arms.

Khushi made a point to twirl the jacket over her head before flinging it carelessly to the floor, all the while moving her body to the beat. She turned to finally face her Arnavji, registering his shock as she slowly undid her shirt button.

He was dreaming. This could not be real. This could not be his Khushi…stripping for him?! He needed confirmation. “Khushi?” he managed to speak through a raspy throat.

Khushi sassily shook her head “no” before perching atop his lap, facing away from him, right in time for the hook of the song. She peered over her shoulder, giving her husband a come-hither glance as she lip synched, “Naam! Jalebi Baiii! Jalebi Baiii!....”

His wife enticingly ground her derriere into his pelvis as she pretended to swirl jalebis with her hands, thoroughly giving him a lap dance. Arnav’s hands reached up to hold her hostage, but she coyly brushed them off and stood gloriously before him, another article of her clothing now discarded to the floor. He was fully entranced.

Khushi sashayed her hips as she dipped low and rose slowly, giving her husband an eyeful. If it weren’t for the irresistible beat of the song, she wouldn’t have ever had the courage to perform such a risqué act for him. But she was lost in the tune, continually moving her body as if no one were watching.

As the song continued to play, and his Khushi swirled more imaginary jalebis, her suit pants joined the strewn clothing on the floor, sending his body into a frenzy. Arnav’s eyes were more than delighted to take in the sight of his wife wearing nothing but two scraps of orange lace. His mouth began to water. She definitely reminded him of a juicy jalebi. He wasn’t allowed to eat sweets, and honestly was never really into confections to begin with. But man did he want to take a bite out of his sweet, sweet wife.

Khushi shook her hips and shimmied her shoulders until she faced away from her Arnavji. Sweeping her hair to the side, she teasingly crept her fingers up her back and toyed with the hooks of her bra. When the drum hit a hard beat, she let the fasteners pop open before she removed her bra and let it slide off her form. She could feel the heat of her husband’s eyes burning a slow tingle up her spine, and it enthralled her to continue on. Taking the last piece of her clothing, she slipped her fingers into her panties and slid them off. She playfully flung them behind her, sling-shot style, without looking.

Arnav had been shocked into immobility as his eyes traced hungrily over his Khushi’s bare back. He had to touch her. A man could only control himself for so long! And as he stood, the tiny wisp of orange lace hit his chest before landing at his feet. Here was his wife, clad in nothing, while he still had his shoes on! Arnav quickly toed them off as he tugged impatiently at his tie and immediately flung his jacket off to join hers on the floor. “Too many clothes…I’m wearing way too many clothes!” Arnav thought to himself as he brusquely tried to catch up to his wife’s state of undress.

As the song began to fade out, Khushi picked up a few items, preparing a grand finale for her Arnavji. She pasted on a bright smile and turned to approach him, only to be startled into place when she found him right behind her. When had her husband gotten so close, and so…naked?? Her eyes widened as they involuntarily tracked down the sexy angles and planes of his bare skin.

Before Arnav had a chance to grab hold of his delectable wife, she’d turned around to face him. If he wasn’t so turned on he probably would’ve laughed out loud. Her hair was strategically draped over her breasts, covering them from his view. And in her hands, she held a heaping tray of fresh jalebis in front of her hips, conveniently concealing her sex. Her big brown eyes were wide as saucers as she held a jalebi halfway between her lips. He had no doubt she’d made the confections, sugar-free, just for him. Arnav leaned forward and took a voracious bite of the jalebi in her mouth, letting his lips brush fully against hers in a kiss that lingered. As he pulled away, he licked the sweetness from his bottom lip and let the tip of his tongue contact her plump bottom lip as well. “Hmmm. Tastes even better coming from your mouth, Khushi.”

Khushi managed a stifled gasp as her Arnavji took the tray of jalebis from her and put them aside as she chewed the morsel in her mouth. Before she could think, he’d pulled her into his arms and wound them possessively around her waist. Their chests collided to rest against one another’s in a constant, tantalizing caress. She couldn’t keep her eyes from drooping shut when she felt her husband’s lips again.

Arnav played with his Khushi’s plush pout. He eyed the lingering drop of syrup that had clung to the corner of her mouth and he licked at it slowly. He continued to nibble a path across, savoring her, before pulling away with a resounding suck at her luscious bottom lip. He could feel her quick breathing and rapid heartbeat against his ribs as he swept her up into her arms.

Khushi let out a protest. “But Arnavji! I wasn’t done yet!” She had planned so much more!

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make sure you finish.” Arnav let his eyes transfix onto hers as she blushed hotly at his words. He laid her gently on their bed, and brushed the unruly bangs out of her eyes. His Khushi stared up at him as she waited with a look of sweet anticipation. He caressed his open palm down the column of her long neck, over her collar bone and down to her chest where his fingertips met with her sensitive nipple. His wife instantly gasped, arching into his hand, seeking more of his touch. As he obliged, he caught sight of the tray of jalebis nearby. He picked up a piece and took a bite, allowing the syrup from the remainder of the jalebi to ooze slowly onto her nipples.

“Arnavji! Ye aap kya…! (What are you…!)”

“Shhh.” Arnav soothed. “Let me enjoy my jalebis” he whispered huskily. He quickly popped the rest of the jalebi into his Khushi’s protesting mouth to silence any further objections. He then took the opportunity to busy his own mouth and began to lap away. His tongue swirled in the sticky sweetness, savoring the mingled flavors of the confection and his wife combined. Arnav suckled her areola into his mouth while his tongue lathed across her nipple back and forth, back and forth, one at a time. God, she tasted so good, and it wasn’t just the jalebi syrup. He just couldn’t get enough.

Khushi moaned out loud as her husband delivered sweet torture. As he continued to alternate from one nipple to the other, she tugged wildly at his raven hair. She felt every lick and tug of his agile tongue radiate all the way down to her core. She squirmed and writhed beneath his hard body as his mouth wreaked havoc on her sensitive flesh. Her hips undulated, rubbing sensually against the thigh he’d wedged between her legs and against her apex, trying to seek some relief from the burning heat coursing through her. Khushi arched her neck and bit her bottom lip as she felt his teeth gently nip at the tip of her sensitive peaks. “Arnavji this was supposed to be your birthday present….” she managed to voice breathlessly.

“Oh, you have no idea how happy this is making me right now” Arnav expressed with sincerity. He circled a nipple with his tongue before suckling on it again. Pulling back, he eyed her glistening pearls with fascination before blowing a waft of warm air across them.

“Arnavji!” Khushi wailed out a lusty moan as she inadvertently gripped his silky mane tighter.

As Arnav continued to kiss and explore his Khushi’s delectable chest, he reached down and tenderly circled the sensitive head of his member against her feminine core, spreading her arousal. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and rest his forehead against hers at the delicious, wet feel of her trying to grip him in.

Khushi tilted her head up and caught her Arnavji’s sweet, sticky, lips in a kiss. Her tongue slid out to play with his, and as her husband slanted his head, deepening the meeting of their mouths, he thrust into her body. She felt sharp pleasure zing through her, making her break her mouth away as she bowed beneath him and cried out.

Arnav buried himself deep inside his wife’s being and stared into her eyes. He traced a finger lightly over the slope of her nose and landed the tip against her lips. She puckered her mouth and planted a sweet kiss on the digit. Her irresistible lips were perfectly ripe, swollen and pouty pink from his kisses. Intending to get another taste, he reached for a jalebi and sucked the sweet syrup into his mouth, before reclaiming her lips. Their tongues glided slickly across one another’s, eliciting wanton moans upon the sensation.

Khushi could feel the sweet chaasni of the jalebi sliding down her throat as it spread a warm tingle through her chest. The tingle spread further as her Arnavji began to thrust languidly. She was experiencing a sensory overload. Her body relished the feel of his knowing touch as her mouth savored the taste of her Arnavji and his kisses mixed with the jalebis. It was no secret that she had an indescribable love for jalebis, but her husband had managed to take them to a whole new level for her.

Arnav could feel his wife meeting him thrust for thrust. When he swiveled his pelvis upon his in-stroke, he felt the light scratch of her nails scraping down his back, causing a spark to shoot straight to his groin. He needed to go deeper. He hooked his Khushi’s knees into the crooks of his elbows and tilted her long legs back, folding her nimble body practically in half as he braced his hands at the sides of her shoulders.

“Arnavji!!” Khushi gasped and cried out in abandon. This was the deepest she’d ever felt him. As he continued to slide in and out of her slick depth, she fought against his strong body, trying to thrust up to meet him. She was practically immobile in this position and she strained against him as he continued to ravish her with pleasure. She reached out to clutch at his muscled biceps, holding on for dear life.

Arnav could feel his Khushi’s hands digging into his arms. He sensed her desperation of needing to move and released her legs. In one swift motion, he rolled onto his back so she was atop him and quickly sat up to face her, bringing their torsos together.

Khushi no longer had a notion of what was up or down. Her husband dove in to steal her breath with another kiss before she could gather her wits.

Arnav traced his tongue along the side of her neck, licking at the light sheen of perspiration there. “I want you to move on me Khushi.” When his wife remained still, staring through him with her honey orbs, he grasped her hips and tilted her pelvis onto him. He took satisfaction in her gasp of pleasure. “Sweetheart, ride me” he whispered gruffly into her ear as he nipped her lobe.

If Khushi wasn’t already flushed from head to toe from their amorous exertions, she would’ve turned cherry red at her Arnavji’s request. She summoned the courage to cup his roguishly handsome face and searched his eyes as she replied, her tone laced with lust. “Whatever the birthday boy wants” she whispered. She steadied herself by holding onto his strong shoulders and began to rise and fall, quickly finding her rhythm.

He wasn’t going to last much longer with his pixie of a wife working her potent magic and weaving her spell over him.  Arnav leaned in to suckle at her ripened nipples and he felt her insides vise around him tightly, right before she fell over the precipice of her release. He held her, waiting for her tremors to dissipate, before he cradled her close and rolled her beneath him again.

Khushi was dazed and spent as she now lay on her back. But as her Arnavji hovered over her, thrusting into her once again, her legs instinctively came up to hug his hips and wrap around his waist. She felt a delicious aftershock ripple through her as he picked up his pace. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, urging him to claim his release as well.

Arnav quickly pumped in and out, helpless to the way his Khushi tightened around him. With one final push, he threw his head back and clenched his jaw as a fierce orgasm washed over him. His ears roared, yet in the background he heard the sweet moans of pleasure emanating from his wife, realizing they’d tumbled over the edge of ecstasy together this time. They lay still, panting for breath, holding onto each other, until they regained their senses. When he felt his Khushi’s erratic breathing become tranquil, he raised his head in time to sees her eyes open. They sparkled at him like the warm embers of a fire. He leaned his head in to touch his mouth to hers in a lazy, unhurried, slow and sensual kiss. It was a kiss to convey the love he felt.

Khushi slowly pulled her mouth away and stroked her palm across his face. “Happy Birthday, Arnavji.” 

“That was, hands down, the best birthday gift I’ve ever received Khushi. Thank you.” Arnav wanted to express his gratitude fully and leaned down to seal their lips together once again, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Excuse me, the name’s Jalebi Bai!” Khushi retorted with a feisty wink.

“Oh forgive me…” Arnav replied, playing along. He leaned in close to her ear. “Please let my wife know I’d like to see you come around more often, especially in your birthday suit.” He punctuated his request with a suckling kiss at the side of her neck.

“I’ll have to check my schedule, but I’m sure we can arrange something…” Khushi responded with sass. And as her Arnavji smiled down at her brightly, she was devastated by his boyish charm and handsomeness. Her hand reached up to stroke the misshapen lock of hair away from his forehead. “I love you Mr. Raizada.”

“I love you too Jalebi Bai. But Khushi, I love you even more.” When his wife smiled in return, he gazed at her with extreme sincerity, his once-upon-a-time empty heart, now full.

Song Title: Jalebi Bai
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Authors Note: Believe it or not, I had actually come up with the concept of this story and the “birthday suit” last year around October. I had initially thought Arnav’s birthday had already passed in August (as was shown to us viewers on his passport during that kidnapping mess). And so I concocted this story on a random whim. And then when the show decided it was Arnav’s birthday later on (and not in August like we thought!), and introduced the Sheetal track/fiasco, I was totally turned off from writing this story and just buried it away. But seeing as it is August again, I felt the need to resurrect my original thought, and share it with my Bliss Babies. I hope you enjoyed my take on things, and most of all, hope that you found some bliss!