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.
