Fully Complete (Part 1)

Seven days. It had been seven days since they’d been married. Seven days since he’d properly felt her lips melt into his. Seven long days since she’d given herself to him. And it had been that much longer since he’d lost himself in her. It was one whole week of painstakingly unbearable days that he had endured without the blissful feel of his Khushi.

Arnav was grateful every day since stepping into Raizada mansion as a legally married man, again, that he’d discovered those intrusive cameras right away. Just when he thought he had unearthed all of his pathetic excuse for a brother-in-law’s…that slimy snake’s despicable behavior, Shyam had stooped to a whole new level of scum he didn’t even think was possible. His lip curled in disgust even when just mentally uttering that piece of shit’s name. Because of that bastard’s sleazy ways, Arnav was unable to simply exist happily with his Khushi.

All Arnav had managed to do since that one fateful evening seven days ago was steal a few kisses from her heavenly lips, in dark corners, when no one was looking. But it just wasn’t enough. Not after that perfect night at the farmhouse, right before their wedding. Not when he now had firsthand knowledge of what it felt like to be one with his wife. It was imprinted onto his mind and often he would find his thoughts drifting astray to recall and savor every detail, playing like a movie reel of vivid flashbacks. The sweet scents…the soft sounds…the tentative touches…and the tantalizing tastes. Arnav groaned aloud and thumped a fist against the tiles in the shower. Letting out an exasperated breath, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into his room.

Khushi smiled as Hari Prakash told her Arnavji had just come home. She flitted up the steps as she realized how suffocated and glum she felt in the house without her husband there. At least when he was around, she didn’t feel alone, or exposed to all the spying cameras. As she approached the room she heard the sound of water running though the pipes. “He must be freshening up… I’ll just go take out his clothes and then get his coffee” she said to herself. Since she’d come back to Shantivan officially as Mrs. Raizada, it was in these small wifely tasks that her pleasure lie. Oh she wished it could  be different, that she could squelch these aches and wants and quench some of the curiosities that had risen since she’d fully become her Arnavji’s, but it just wasn’t possible at the moment. Khushi entered their bedroom and closed the doors. Ironic how she shut the doors for privacy and yet they still had none. She let out an exasperated sigh. It just didn’t seem to be in their destiny for the time being.

Arnav stepped out just in time to hear a long, drawn out breath escape his wife as she hung her head for a moment by their closet. “Khushi…?”

“Arnavji, hum bass…Hey Devi Maiya!” Khushi squeaked as she quickly turned her back to her Arnavji. Her husband had just come out of the shower, still damp, and more uncovered than not. Yes she had turned around but not so quick that she hadn’t caught glimpses of his bare skin, and the water droplets that clung to him. And to note how low his towel had been tied around his narrow hips. Even now as she prayed for some sort of reprieve, the smell of his freshly showered body, all woodsy and crisp, drifted over to her. She swallowed back the drool that was forming in her mouth. After knowing what it felt like to make love, her mouth watered anytime he was near. She no longer had any control over her body in his presence, and his lack of clothing definitely was not helping.

Arnav put a hand on his wife’s shoulder to turn her around, perplexed. “Khushi?”

Tiny electric currents buzzed across her skin where her husband’s hand lay. But Khushi didn’t budge. Her feet remained bolted to the floor just as her eyes remained screwed shut. “Arnavji hum abhi ah te hai…” she rattled off as she tried to make her escape. She just couldn’t handle having him this close and this….naked.

Arnav grabbed his wife’s wrist and whirled her around, preventing her escape. He now had her back against the cupboard and trapped her with a hand on each side of her beautiful head. He leaned in ever so slightly. “Khushi, open your eyes.”

Khushi peeked her eyes open and found her husband to be in very close proximity. She tried to inch backwards only to have her shoulder blades thud into the closet and her head bang against the cupboard door. She let out a hiss.

“Khushi, careful!” Arnav scolded as he immediately reached up a hand to cup the back of her head. His fingers began to rub gently.

Khushi blinked slowly as her husband tended to her. Hey Devi Maiya, what kind of test was this? She was fully and completely married to her husband, fully and completely his, and yet they couldn’t….Khushi stopped her thoughts in their tracks before they went too far. She was a newly initiated bride, was she even supposed to be thinking these things?! Her brain did not function properly in the presence of her husband. Especially when he was so near…and bare…and wet. Frustrated by her own thoughts, she made a move to put some much needed space between them, for her own sanity. And then she realized…she couldn’t even push her Arnavji away without touching naked skin! Khushi finally met her husband’s eyes and immediately saw the slow flame flickering in them. She fisted her hands at the sides of her sari as he leaned in ever so closer. She knew his intention and gulped nervously. “Arnavji…the cameras…” she whispered.

“Shhh…” he soothed as he brushed back her stray bangs. “If we completely avoid each other, it may look suspicious” he whispered. Arnav could see the confusion and frustration in her gaze. His eyes dropped down and took in the slight tremble of her quivering lips. “Khushi, I can’t stop thinking about you and about…” he pressed himself more fully into her, letting his body talk for him. He paused when she gasped aloud and her eyes skittered away. Heat rose into her cheeks, making him want to just nuzzle the pink warmth there. And again his gaze landed upon his Khushi’s inviting mouth. Her lips were slightly open to accommodate the heavy breaths she was now taking. And they were open just enough to allow his own lips to slide into hers, to meld them together. An unchecked rumble escaped from the back of his throat. He had to kiss her, it was killing him. Arnav reached behind his wife, grabbing hold of the edge of her pallu only to bring it slowly up and over their heads, concealing the both of them.

“Arnavji, ye kya…?” Khushi whispered under the little cocoon her husband had created.

“I don’t want anyone to see how beautiful you look when you’re about to be kissed” Arnav admitted. He watched as his Khushi lowered her gaze again, this time accompanied with another hot blush and a shy smile.

Khushi felt her Arnavji’s nose lightly nudge hers as her eyelids fell shut. And then she savored his warm, minty breath wafting onto her mouth. She tried her best not to make a sound as she waited for his lips to touch hers, trembling with anticipation. Her body was awake, all her secret places begging eagerly for more. Her heart raced frantically, ready to explode at the contact. And then, she startled in surprise when there was a loud rapping on the door.

Arnav instantly went on high alert, moving quickly to shield his Khushi. And in the process, her bottom lip connected somewhere along his cheek and chin. “Stay here” he instructed her.

Khushi quickly nodded her acquiescence. The moment her Arnavji turned, she clutched a hand to her throat, trying to regulate her breathing.

Arnav strode over, nostrils flaring, ready for battle. He instinctively knew who it was even before opening the doors. Only one person would interrupt them during this particular timing. He tore the doors open making the etched panels of glass rattle loudly in their wooden frames.

“Saale saab… vo…”

“I told you not to call me that” Arnav spat out.

“Rani Sahiba aap ko bulla rahi ti…”

Arnav didn’t miss a beat as he watched the snake’s eyes wander to survey his toweled appearance and then try to peer into the room. He blocked the doorway further and redirected the scumbag’s attention to himself. “Is there something else?” Arnav ground out between clenched teeth.

“Nahi…vo bass….”

Arnav had had enough. His hands fisted tightly, ready to throw a hard blow, when he suddenly felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. Arnav turned his head only half way, not letting the snake out of his line of sight.

“Arnavji, I’ll just go get your coffee…” Khushi interjected. As much as she wanted her husband to beat that evil man to a pulp, she knew this was not the time. Especially since they hadn’t yet gathered all the incriminating evidence to show Di. They needed to play this carefully, and her husband needed to remain level headed.

Arnav nodded as he kept his eyes trained on the snake. He knew, he was never to be trusted. Arnav finally dropped an arm from one of the door handles, giving his wife an exit way. He watched while she passed him, and her eyes connected with his in surprise as she let out a gasp.

“Hey Devi Maiya!” Khushi exclaimed. She reached up and swiped her fingers over her Arnavji’s mouth.

“Khushi, kya hua?” Arnav asked in a low tone, very aware that the snake was watching.

Khushi’s cheeks flamed and she nervously glanced up at her husband, then back to the task at hand. “Vo…humara gloss…aap par…” she trailed off sheepishly as she wiped the remainder of the soft pink stain from under his full bottom lip.

Arnav smiled. His Khushi had just given the perfect fuel to make the snake burn. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the scumbag had the nerve to clench his fists, knowing very well that he couldn’t do anything about it. “That’s right asshole. She is my wife. And she is already fully mine” Arnav thought to himself.  As her fingertip brushed intimately over his lip one last time, he smiled even wider. “Thanks Khushi” Arnav rasped out, with a hint of mischief in his tone.

Khushi chanced a look into her husband’s warm whiskey eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile shyly at what she saw in them. Feeling fully flustered by his pearly whites, she made a quick escape, unmindful of anyone else standing by. She all but ran down the steps to get that coffee she had promised her Arnavji.

“If you’ll excuse me…” Arnav said finitely in a frigid tone, turning to close the doors in Shyam’s face. He immediately dismissed all thoughts of the scumbag, and leaned against the doors, smiling wide. His wife had innocently revealed just how intimate they were, exactly to the right person at the right time. He traced his tongue along the perimeter of his mouth, thinking of his Khushi and the way her fingers had brushed along his lips, over and over. “Just a little while longer…” he sighed to himself.

A few days later…

Khushi stepped into the bedroom to find her husband removing his suit jacket, a big smile gracing his handsome features. She immediately smiled akin, infected by his good mood. She went over to the lounger and picked the jacket up to place it on a hanger. “Arnavji, you look quite happy. What’s going on?”

Arnav stood next to his Khushi, as he removed his tie. “I got news today from my workmen that they removed all the cameras and wires. And then they delivered the box full of the spy equipment to my office. I took it out and smashed all the cameras myself” he smiled. It had almost been cathartic. It was as if he had been freed from suffocating restraints.

“Sach me????” Khushi squealed with glee as relief flooded through her. Overtaken by this good news, she launched herself at her husband, hugging him close and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, feeling overwhelmingly elatedly.

Arnav was quick to wrap his arms around his wife’s soft curves. If her petite body wasn’t already molded against his own, he would’ve pulled her closer. He buried his face into her hair and took a deep breath. His blood began to race through his veins. No more distance, he thought. Nothing to keep them apart anymore. He took another deep breath. He was aching for her.

Khushi felt her Arnavji let out a sigh. She closed her eyes and smiled, hugging him tighter as she cherished the moment of being in her husband’s arms. As her head now rested below his chin, she could feel a soft, rhythmic thumping against her lip. And that’s when she realized her mouth lay upon the bare skin of his throat, and that she could all but taste his pulse. Realizing how dangerously close she was to her husband, she slowly unwound her arms from him and took a slight step back.

Arnav almost growled. She needed to move closer, not farther away from him! The cameras were gone, but it was evident that his wife’s hesitance was not. Unadulterated frustration tore through him as he attacked the button at his collar. It refused to open under his stiff, fumbling fingers. He was so angry that he hadn’t been able to ensure his wife’s privacy and safety sooner. He stilled when her small hand covered his own. He met her gaze.

Khushi undid the pesky button that was bothering her husband. “There. Is that better?”

He’d feel so much better if she just came closer. Before she could remove her hands, Arnav quickly encased them within his own and whispered in a low tone “One more…” He gazed steadily at her as she deftly undid the second button for him.

Khushi adjusted her husband’s collar and opened the lapels of the shirt a little wider to give him some air. He was obviously piqued about something. As she smoothed down the edges of the shirt, her fingers brushed along the skin of his chest at the open juncture. Her breath hitched as she felt a little zap of electricity under her fingertip. And then she registered the increasing warmth there…why was he so warm? And his breathing seemed a little faster as well. “Arnavji you’re so warm. You don’t have a fever do you??” Khushi asked with worry as she quickly felt his throat and forehead.

Arnav couldn’t contain his grin. At least she was touching him. “No Khushi, it’s not a fever.”

Khushi met her husband’s gaze, and suddenly it was clear. She had learned pretty quickly what that look in his eyes meant. She was starting to feel a little too warm herself now. She hastily let her hands drop.

“Khushi, will you help me remove my shirt?” Arnav asked in a soft tone.

Khushi’s fingers itched to reach up and just undo his crisp white shirt. In fact her fingers itched to do a lot of things. But she was plain mortified. They were finally all alone, left to their own devices and shyness overtook her. “I…I have to help prepare dinner” she quickly announced as she tried to walk away.

Arnav was quick to grab his wife’s wrist and twirl her around. She collided into his chest with a startled oomph, her hand landing square on his pecs. He held her other hand captive behind her back and leaned down, the tip of his nose just barely grazing hers. He pinned her with a longful stare.

“Arnavji I can’t...I…” Khushi searched blankly for the right excuse, and her eyes collided with his. Oh god, his gaze was coasting over her, his irises like warm, buttered toffee.

Arnav knew he had her attention. Her chest pressed into his ribcage with each ragged breath she took. He released her wrist and reached up to tuck away an errant tress of her silky hair. “Karna parday ga Khushi. Bharosa nahi hai mujh pe?” he whispered.

Khushi’s heart dropped. Of course she trusted her Arnavji! She trusted him, more than she trusted herself. She quickly got over her nerves and deftly undid the rest of buttons at the front of his shirt. “Lo, ho gya…” she said placing her hands on her hips triumphantly.

Arnav slowly shook his head. “Khushi, I wanted you to remove my shirt…”

“I did!”

“All the way…” Arnav let the rest of his words hang in the air between them. He watched for a few moments as his Khushi fought some internal battle, while she fiddled her fingers and avoided his gaze as she turned red in the face. He just wanted her to get over her shyness. And then he had a realization. “Mujhe patha tha, tum nahi kar pao gi…” he murmured. He quickly turned his back to her, hiding his motives. He was mentally counting down from five when he felt her slim fingers touch his wrist. He looked down and watched as she unbuttoned his cuffs. He could see her fingers shaking slightly as she opened one cuff first and then the next. Finally, Arnav turned to look at his Khushi. She didn’t meet his gaze, but soft hands skimmed his shoulders and arms as she removed his shirt for him. He reveled in the light graze of her fingers. He knew his wife was always up for a challenge.

Khushi glued her eyes to the shirt that was in her hands, unable to look at her shirtless husband. If she saw him now, she’d probably spontaneously combust into hot flames.

Before she could turn away from him again, Arnav gently took the shirt out of her hands and tossed it onto the lounger. He grasped her hand, tugging her closer. “Khushi, please don’t shy away.”

Khushi finally looked up, coaxed by the soft insistence in her husband’s tone. She watched as he took a step closer yet. She immediately felt his heat touching her everywhere, and yet he wasn’t even touching her at all, aside from holding her hand. She felt as if she were becoming a liquid pool of honey. What was happening to her?

Arnav could see his wife’s ragged breathing. He knew she wanted this as much as he did. Taking her hand, he flattened her palm against his chest. “Khushi, touch me” he requested in a soft rasp.

Her fingertips reflexively curled into his skin. Devi Maiya, he was so warm, and inviting. Why did she have the urge to just bite into him?? No, no, she couldn’t bite him… or could she? She shook her head. They’d been together only once, and that too sometimes she felt as if she had dreamt it. How was she to do this? “Arnavji I…I don’t know…”

Arnav grasped both her hands and kissed her palms as she watched him with her big almond eyes. “Khushi, I want to feel these hands on me” he confessed.

Khushi’s breath escaped her lungs in a whoosh. “K…k..kaise…? I mean…where do I even…?” Khushi asked meekly. She could feel her ears burning from embarrassment. She didn’t want to ruin this in anyway, not after that magical night they had shared. Not after everything he had shown her, given her. Not after the way he had loved her.

Arnav gently tipped her chin up. “Khushi look at me. Pathi hoon tumhara. Anywhere you wish” he replied solemnly.

Khushi took a fortifying gulp. She could do this. She summoned all the strength of her Devi Maiya and looked into his beautifully chiseled face. Yes, the man in front of her was her Arnavji. Pride and unexpected possessiveness shot through her. This man was her husband! It was her right as his wife, to touch him as she pleased. And more than that, she wanted to please him. As he continued to gaze into her eyes, that one rebellious lock of his midnight hair fell forth to tease her, daring to hinder her view of his perfect forehead. Without hesitation, she reached up and brushed it back. Oh, she’d forgotten how soft his hair was. Her heart flipped within her chest. Her Arnavji was the strongest man she knew, and yet that rich black mane of hair on his head, soft as silk. It intrigued her immensely. And then with wonder flooding her, she slowly sank both her hands into his hair.

Arnav closed his eyes, suppressing a groan, feeling tingles spread over his scalp, all the way down his neck and shoulders. She was taking her sweet time and he reveled in it. He’d never felt anything more erotic than her tentative touch. He let out a deep exhale.

Encouraged by her Arnavji’s relaxed expression, she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and pushed down slightly, making him sit on the lounger. His eyes watched her, unwavering, as she stepped closer to him once more. And once again she sank her fingers into all that glorious black silk atop his head. Her fingers began to massage his scalp, and she heard her Arnavji groan unconsciously, his eyes falling shut once again. A small smile touched her lips as she felt encouraged by his absent responses to her touch. It fueled her to continue on. She let her hands trace down the back of his head, her fingertips playing with the short hairs at his nape before she kneaded them into his tight neck muscles. She watched in awe as his soft lips slowly parted. She kept going, her hands sliding onto his shoulders, pressing and massaging into the bunched muscles there. And it was no wonder, her husband often held the whole world on his shoulders. As he let out another groan, she reveled in all his little reactions. If this brought him pleasure, she would willingly do it all day. She wanted to bring his overworked mind and body some alleviation. And this too was her right as his wife. She recalled something her Arnavji had once said to her, “Biwi ho tum meri. Haq hai tumhara…mujh pe”.  Her heart fluttered anew at the thought of him being all hers. As her fingers continued to squeeze and caress over his skin, she looked down to watch as he let his head fall back, exposing his throat to her view. Khushi was intrigued. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, drawing her gaze there. She couldn’t resist tracing it delicately with her fingers. “Hmmm…prickly, then soft…” she wondered silently. She was beyond curious as she watched him, his eyes still closed, and she was hit with the urge to kiss him. She sat down and leaned forward, lightly placing her lips on the side of his neck, where his stubble faded into smooth skin.

Arnav tried to control himself and hold still. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt her soft lips. It’s as if his neck had never felt any sensation before her tentative kiss. His libido rioted at every innocent touch of hers. His Khushi truly had magic in her hands. It was the only way to explain why every hair on his body was standing at attention, and why every nerve of his was singing her name with praise. He finally opened his eyes when he felt her palms caress over his face. As she continued to softly explore, he stared at this beautiful butterfly that was his wife, his bride. He could still see the faint traces of her wedding mendhi and desire coursed through him at knowing she was his forever. Quickly, he sat up and tugged her closer. Their knees bumped, as his hands hungrily cupped her face, kissing her full lips. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He was consumed with the need to devour her instantly. He plundered her mouth, his teeth nipping at the plumpness and his tongue coming out to lick the sting away. His fingers eagerly raced up her back, blindly searching for an opening. And his ears registered the sweet sound of his Khushi’s soft moan. His lips continued a trail to her jaw down to her neck as he tugged roughly at her choli........

Author's note: I know I have been away for a while, but I am trying to dust off my mad scientist laboratory and experiment. I am feeling quite rusty. Shall I continue?