She wiped her tears and spoke emotionally, I love the way you always make me feel special.
Because YOU are special.
You know Arnav, I never got so much attention from anyone like this. Not even from my parents.
He listened to her carefully, attentively and he understood her voice is cracking up. He got up from the bed, put on his Versace Hoodie and walked out with his car keys and shoving wallet in his pockets. He left the house turning on his bluetooth as she continued to speak her heart out.
I was very young when papa sent me to London. I dont even know what my age was but I believe I was very young. I was sent to Buaji who is social worker in London.
He paid attention to her every word, filled with nothing but pain, as he started the engine.
Whats that sound? She asked becoming alert hearing the car sound.
Nothing important, I am listening, continue. He drove as fast as he could and sped her way.
No, I was just saying that, I missed my parents when I was young. Since they settled in Mumbai, they couldnt come to meet me often. They weren’t there to attend my sports day, annual functions. I used to envy other kids. My parents never came to pick me up or drop me except when they were in town.
He gulped trying to swallow her pain. No one would understand that better than him. He felt the same vast emptiness in his life when he earned his first paycheck, when he bagged his first project, when he turned 20, when he bought RM back. His family wasnt there to cheer for him, to support him, but he came through. He always thought he is the only loner in the entire world, and God has been unfair only to him but after he heard her, he understood her pain and loss was no less than his.
Unable to say a word, he acknowledged her with his just Hmmmm.
She continued resting herself against the headboard, I was very lonely Arnav. She went silent as tears trickled down her cheeks to her throat. Those words broke him, he muted his bluetooth as his heart humped convulsively in pain and his throat made the feeble sounds of sobs, he stepped up the gas to reach her, to hold her, to shower his love, to assure her that he is always with her, to promise her that she will never go through that again.
Buaji is very sweet but she couldnt fill in for my parents. I craved for attention all my life. I topped my school, every class, every subject not because I was nerd, I wanted people to notice me. I used to feel sad that no body found me interesting. No guys tried to approach me because everything I did to gain attention turned against me. My classmates used to talk to me only if they needed my notes. All my teachers used to praise but my parents were not here to see how good their daughter was in studies.
Arnav could see his own life in her words. She did the same thing what he did but at much younger age than him. After his parents death, he left no stone to make himself in the business news, to gain everyone’s attention. People approached him not for what he is, but for what he has and owns.
Since its early hours and no traffic and thanks to his Maserati, he made to her home in 20mins. Without even turning off the car, he got off the car and ran to the entrance and rang the bell impatiently. Since Khushi’s bedroom was way behind the house, she didnt hear the bell going on loudly.
Garima opened the door sleepily cursing who the hell is disturbing them.
He said Khushi? looking around the house. His eyes were red, raged and equally moist. Garima looked confused thinking what he was doing at that time, she stepped back to allow him inside and before she could ask him anything, he already forwarded his strides towards to Khushi’s room.
Chote? Garima called shocking him. Its been 8years since he heard someone calling him like that. He turned back looking perturbed. How does she know that? Oh thats right, friends! He thought as his gaze then shifted to Shashi who came out tying his robe. But as he heard his lady sniffling over the phone, his face turned red disgusted to see her parents. He took sharp turn ignoring them and rushed to Khushi’s room.
Garima looked at Shashi worriedly, while he blinked his eyes assuring her.
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THUMP……… He opened the door harshly and stood at the door calling her softly, Khushi!
She got startled and looked up to see him in his worst state. His eyes red, moist and his body looked tired and exhausted. Her eyes turned from shocked to confused and finally looked at him fondly, as if she was waiting for that moment. She covered her mouth with her palms unable to believe what she is seeing and sobbed quietly.
She looked impaired, fragile, and incapable. His heart shattered as guilt enveloped him for keeping her away from him. He advanced 2 long strides, and pulled her into his tight embrace sitting by the edge of the bed. She still had her mouth covered and sobbed uncontrollably on his chest shaking her head in disbelief.
He rubbed her back, brushing her hair, he whispered, Main ab aagaya hoon. Dont you cry, please. She cupped his face and sat on his lap pecking his neck and his face hungrily. He closed his eyes and hugged her waist tightly and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. The pace and passion behind her kisses showed how much she missed him and how much he made her suffer one night. She stopped, realizing how she is attacking him and how he is silently obliging to her mental state. She inched back and met his eyes and pushed him angrily. But he didnt allow her to step back just like the way she always wanted and expected him. She struggled to push him but he pulled her closer possessively tightening his grip. She slapped him punishing him for staying away from her.
He opened his eyes filled with tears and spoke apologetically, SORRY.
Her heart melted as his tears escaped patting her palms, she lowered her heard crying.
Aaj bahut ruladiya haina? [I made you cry alot today, isnt it?] He asked lifting her chin up.
She nodded Yes with her downcast eyes.
He kissed slurping her tears at the base of her chin and brushed his lips moving all the way upto to her eyes kissing the drops off of her lashes.
I had no idea you had so much buried in yourself. He smooched her lips, his voice slightly cracking up feeling emotional.
I wanna know EVERYTHING about you and I will wait for the day you open up willingly. But when you do, I want to be with you, holding you, assuring you that I will always be with you. My heart breaks hearing you cry when we are miles apart.
She blinked at him slowly lost in his every word, as tears slowly made their way out.
Cupping her face with his one hand and caressing her cheek with his thumb, he spoke softly assuring her what she exactly wanted to hear, in fact what every woman would like to hear from her husband,
If I understand you correctly, I think you are holding up yourself as this is related to your parents, which totally makes sense as you dont want me to go bitter against them. I am OK with that and will wait for the day you are ready to make me part of your inner pain. I understand it takes time which I am ready to give you as long as you need.
She stared at him blankly, trying to understand how he could be so tolerant with her.
He continued, I cant guarantee that I will react normal with your parents as I dont know what happened with you or what you went through entirely but I promise to make your life better, give everything you deserve, and fulfill every single wish of yours. I will make sure you DEMAND from your life without surrendering to people or situations, and there will absolutely be no compromise in that. Thats Arnav Singh Raizada’s promise to you. A promise of life from your husband.
That moment she knew, she got the answers she has been searching all her life. Arnav, can I ask you something? She asked feeling overwhelmed and her voice trembling.
Poocho.
Take me to our home, to our room, to our bed. Take me away from everyone. I just want to be in your arms as I show you something important.
Kya?
Ghar pe dikha doongi. [[I will show you at home.]]
He smiled kissing her forehead and wiped her face. Lets go! He put her down on her feet. As she slipped her feet into flats, thats when he realized what she was wearing and he stopped breathing momentarily.
He absentmindedly uttered, What the? Are you kidding me?
She looked at him what he was referring too and she shyly tried to cover herself with her tiny hands, unsure what to cover.
Is this what you wear here? He asked looking at her exposed long legs, particularly her thighs. She slapped his shoulder breaking his trance.
Feeling shy with the way he is literally drooling over her skin, ignoring his question, she moved to her cupboard to wear something else as she is not dressed properly to step out.
He followed her like puppy checking her out in all directions from head to toe.
Why the hell dont you wear such things at home?
Dont ask stupid questions as if you have seen all my collection in a single night we spent together.
Correction 2 nights! But whatever I saw, they looked like grandma night gowns, no offense to grandmas though. She punched him in his tummy.
They are not that bad, they stopped at knees.
Still, pretty long compared to these dont you think. He tried to touch the rim of her silk shorts.
She stepped back, slapping his palm.
So you have like these at our home?
She folded her arms at her midriff and gave him warning stare raising her eyebrows.
He continued relentlessly as he felt restless to know the answer, Tell me, did you bring along these or possibly smaller than these? He asked with naughty smile, feeling the softness of her satin chemise ends between his fingers.
Arnav kuch to sharam karo. We are in my parents house.
I am just asking not making out. He drawled his words dramatically and pulled her to teach her some lesson, slipping his hands underneath her chemise, playing his fingers on her waist. I need to raid your wardrobe once we get home. He whispered biting her ear.
Isssh, Arnnnnaav. She hissed in pain and tried to push him. Kitna besharam hote jaa rahe ho? Chodo mujhe jaane do [You are becoming very naughty, leave me, let me go]
If you wear anything lengthier, even a cm more than this, to bed, I swear I am going to tear those clothes. I am not kidding.
Shaitaan banchuke ho tum! Shaitaan [You have become shaitaan], She said blushing profusely and smiling at her naughty husband, pushing him away.
He smirked checking her out as she walked into her bathroom blowing a kiss.
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Shashi, its been while, why dont you find out whats the matter?
Garima, they are wife and husband, let them deal themselves. He said settling himself on the couch.
But the way he went inside, he looked upset and angry. I hope he doesnt harm Khushi.
That he will never do. Anyway, now that its already 5:30 why dont make coffee for everyone.
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While Khushi was in the bathroom, Arnav checked out her room keenly. It looked like normal room nothing fancy or dramatic or anything typical like how a girls room should be. He remembered his sister collecting all chocolate wrappers, friendship bands, greeting cards, and so many gifts. He found nothing of that sort in her room. He wondered if its because she crossed that stage or if she had any friends at all other than Payal, Akash. He found her childhood photo framed and placed on top of her bed side table. She looked stern, serious, and sad. There was no happiness contrary to her name. He ran his thumb on her face remembering what she said, I was very alone Arnav. He kissed the photo and put it back mentally promising himself to make everything better for her.
She came out in her casuals and smiled, I am ready, Lets go!
He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles, Do you have any childhood photos that we can take home?
Very few. Nothing important to really take home. But do you mind if I bring my parents photo.
He nodded NO. Go get it. Do you mind if we take this photo? He asked referring to the photo hung by the wall.
No I dont want to be sad in our home. That looks so depressed. I would rather not take it.
He rubbed her back, Lets go, home is waiting for you! And they walked out hand in hand.
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As they walked outside, Shashi was reading through something and Garima was about to turn to get coffee for everyone. As Arnav continued to walk without acknowledging them, Khushi tugged his hand, stopping him.
Shashi saw couple coming out but he acted as if not bothered, as if Arnav didnt exist there at all. Khushi observed both men and didnt like the way they showed their back to each other. She called her mom to say that she is leaving but she was interrupted by Arnav, Khushi, I will wait in the car. Make it fast!
He left her hand and walked towards exit. He stopped at the door and turned around to look at Khushi. He then shifted his gaze to Garima, ignoring Shashi as if he didnt exist there and spoke, Sorry for stopping without notice and for bothering you at odd hours. I will be careful next time. He walked out. Khushi smiled at him proudly afterall he did what he did to save her from questions, leaving all his ego and bitterness aside. There was another person who smiled as well. That was Shashi smiled thinking Pagal hain yeh ladka, typical Raizada.
Khushi bid her parents bye and thanked Shashi particularly for not being rude or having grudge on Arnav after happened on their wedding night. Their parents didnt feel the need to ask her any questions as they felt its none of their business, until she opens up.
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The drive to home was pretty much silent each thinking same thing about each other, Parents and how their life is twisted. She leaned on to his shoulder while he drove home.
As they reached home, Arnav tried to open the door but it was locked from inside. They both exchanged looks as they both didnt have keys with them. Arnav called security wondering who locked the door and who is inside. Just in meantime, Kaka opened the door and greeted them.
Kaka, aap? Khushi asked with shocked expression.
Kaka was happy to see the couple but they looked distress as if something bothering them. And what surprised Kaka was the way Khushi behaved like total stranger. In her usual self, she would have jumped to see him.
Arnav looked at her all amused, standing silent behaving like stranger to Kaka. He understood there is something thats not right. Something she is desperate to let it out.
Aap kaise hain? When Kaka nodded Fine, Arnav took Khushi hand and walked away not before saying, We will talk to you later. We will be sleeping for few hours. Please dont forward any calls.
Kaka looked worried as they walked away.
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Why is he here, itni jaldi kya thi? Arnav asked irritated as soon as he entered their room.
She remained silent thinking something.
He should have come after few days. He said trying to divert her attention but she looked little lost taking out something from her bag. He watched her setting his keys and wallet on the side table.
Khushi? tum teek ho? He asked from across the bed.
Sit. She took his hand and made him sit closer to her.
He adjusted himself leaning his back against the headboard, while she moved closer to him.
Actually Why dont you sleep? You look drained out.
Khushi, what is it? Lets get it over. He cupped her cheek as she looked hesitant.
She kissed the back of his palms and her vision blurred as she looked at him through her welled up eyes, and spoke taking erratic breaths, I am feeling overwhelmed, not sure how to react.
Come to me. He pulled her closer resting his hands on her lap, rubbing her feet. What happened? What is it thats bothering you so much?
Before I could even finish saying, before my tears rolled out of my lids, you came running towards me? Kyun? Itna pagalpan kyun? Kaise aadmi ho tum? [Why? Why are you so crazy about me? what kind of person are you?] Slogging away for the entire day, you came running to me just to make sure I am OK, without even thinking how burned out you are?
Khushi, yeh.....He tried to cup her nape and pull her closer.
No let me talk. I need to talk today. In my life I havent seen anyone like YOU. My entire life I heard all men are same and carry brains in their d*cks. I havent seen my father being so crazy about my mom. I havent seen him (NK) like this. I wasted my career, my life for him hoping that he will be atleast 10% of what you are.
The moment she referred NK, he became rigid and lowered his eyes trying to hide his anger, withdrawing his hand from her skin.
I know you dont like me talking about him but you need to know something. Something that shook me off today. But before that, I promise I will not bring him between us, or in my thoughts after our talk. He immediately looked at her concernedly, trying to follow her. She reached for her bag and took out a paper. He looked at the folded sheet and then at her giving his all attention as she started breaking down again.
I have, in fact I had 2 passions in my life. Singing and Sketching. I stopped singing when my parents sent me to London, sort of like rebellious step, I was angry, I believed I was angry at everything I loved until then. As I now connect the dots, if I come to think of it closely, I am having feeling that I was majorly angry with you for allowing them to take me away from you. He looked flustered and perturbed as nothing made sense to him.
All day I was cursing myself as I couldnt remember one single incident or thing that happened between us or we did together.
Khushi, what are you saying?I am not able to understand. Get a grip, you are shivering. He tried to rub her palms but she is unstoppable. She is on roll to let him know her, what she is feeling, her inner torment, and she continued taking her hands from his.
I stopped sketching when I couldnt get anyone’s portrait, NK’s to be precise. He was the first person I tried to sketch after many years. I failed miserably. At some point I thought of taking it as career but he didnt believe that sketching is my passion and mocked which dropped my morale to pit bottom. I tried god knows how many times to get him on paper, with him sitting right in front of my eyes. But never worked, forget about the entire portait, I couldnt get a single stroke correct. Today, when you weren’t there around, when I dont have single photo of yours with me, I tried again, purely based on my thoughts and imagining the way you look at me with all your being.
And? He spoke barely audible, barely getting words out of his mouth, holding his breath curiously impatiently waiting for her.
She opened the paper and showed him as tears flooded her eye gates non-stop.
He looked shocked, overwhelmed and stared at the paper for quite sometime trying to believe if this was his sheer reflection or a sketch. Perfect in all ways including his frown lines, a faded mole on his jaw and scar on his eye crease.
He looked at her amused, shocked and paralysed, feeling extremely overwhelmed with what she is implying.
How is this possible Arnav? How did I do it?
He remained silent tongue tied unable to come up with any answer. How is it possible? That bothered him as well. He looked up as he heard more from her.
Was I always thinking about you all these years? Why was I angry at life before meeting you? How did a nerd like me turned to a pervert? Why did I started humming after meeting you? Why did I let you touch me on our engagement night? Why did I come to convince you instead of bashing you? Why did I feel upset for stopping you that night? Why did I feel that it was perfect decision when you filled my maang? She asked holding his hand at her lips.
Khushi, you are wearing out. Lets stop this, look at your condition. He tried to stop her as she started turning cold and slouched to him.
She shrugged his hand, holding it for his attention.
You know why I entered into relation with NK? Because he gave me attention that my parents, people around failed to give me. Thats exactly what I thought up until you came to me few hrs ago. But the fact is, I got used to you and your attention in our childhood so much that I tried to seek it from other people all my life. And somewhere unknowingly I tried to seek that warmth and attention from him. My mom was right when she said, I did anything and everything I can to get one hug and kiss from you. I thought more about you in these 8 years than I thought about my relation with him. For reason that I wasnt aware of then but now I am.
Slowly, it dawned to him what she is trying to say leaving him shocked. She tried to find him in everything she saw and everyone she met all her life. And Everything seemed and made much more sense to WHY they love each other so much, even though they knew nothing much about the lost years.
On the night I broke up with NK, before taking the most important decision of my life to become yours that night, when I checked myself in the mirror, I couldnt recognize myself. I was no longer Khushi Kumari Gupta. My whole body, soul and my heart screamed your name, like a slap on my face, all I could feel was your touch, your gaze, this mangalsutra and this sindoor.
He took her hand and kissed her trying to console her.
I always wondered why I let you touch me in public when I blasted NK for doing the same.
Khushi, thats enough. Its now going overboard. Lets stop it. He didnt like where the topic is going and tried to get hold of her hands that caught his sweat jacket tightly, possessively.
She caught his lapels and pulled one final straw that she wanted him to know, Why did I never allowed NK or anyone as a matter of fact, forget about getting physical, not even to kiss me?
Khushi STOP IT. He yelled at her, pushed her away and got off the bed furiously. He paced across the room angrily, lashing the vase that came along his way. He is exasperated thinking all that discussion was unnecessary. He wanted to listen to her but he couldnt bear what she is saying. Most importantly, the thought of she having physical relation with NK never crossed his mind because it didnt matter to him. All it mattered was her, and he is sad that she is giving explanation for something he didnt care or never valued.
He in a long stride, jumped onto the bed and held her shoulders roughly and yelled at her, Do you really think I care a damn about what your relation was with him? Do you really think I think about all these before loving you, kissing you, touching you? In what world are you? Is that what you think of me? Do you really think I will be thinking if you are freaking virgin or not when I will be making love to you?
She nodded NO and was about to say something when he interrupted. He cupped her cheeks firmly and made her look into his eyes, Then listen. Open your damn ears properly and listen. I DO NOT CARE even if you had such relation. Do you understand? I didnt love you for this piece of meat to question you if it was used or not. I loved you for your heart and the way it beats for me every single time, I loved you for returning my smile back, I loved you for making me fool, I loved you for making me realize that there is a person waiting for me to get back home, longing for my touch and most importantly for making me realize that I cannot survive without you. What have you done Khushi? You just broke me into pieces putting yourself in awkward situation explaining some crap which never mattered to me at all.
She nodded NO, with her eyes lowered, flinching in pain and crying for his arms around her, No thats not what I meant. You got it all wrong. All I wanted to convey to you is...she looked up at him and spoke looking into his eyes, For reasons unknown all these years, I was very possessive of my body. I never allowed anyone to touch me. Today it all made sense that I never wanted anyone to touch me other than YOU. I am just saying I was protecting it for you. My ALL for YOU, all my life unknowingly only for YOU.
He pulled her to bone crushing hug as he wept silently on her shoulders. He couldnt say anything. Anything he says will be nothing infront of what she just said. In a generation of people having multiple affairs, his wife is saying, in fact screaming that SHE IS VIRGIN by body, by heart, and by soul. He hugged her as tight as he could to calm her to make her feel home. She hugged him bunching his jacket on his back, feeling relieved, finding much needed solace. As he brushed her hair, her grip on his jacket loosened and her body leaned loosely on him and slowly her hands dropped to the floor.
Khushi? He called her but no response. He pulled back to check on her, Khushi?
She passed out, with her eyes closed and lips parted slowly.
He panicked, rubbed her hands, called the doctor immediately.
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Whats wrong with her? Why the hell is she not opening her eyes? Arnav freaked out and screamed at Pradeep Singhania.
Mr. Raizada, I will have better answer if you could let me examine her. She is breathing, so she is out of danger. Would you mind stepping out of the room?
NOOOO. He drawled angrily.
Dr. Singhania shook his head at maniac standing in front of him in the form of ASR and he continued his examination.
Arnav paced the length of the room and waiting for some answer. Freaking doctors. He swore all along fuming at Singhania for taking SO long. How long? 5mins. He couldnt wait 5mins for the doctor to examine.
Mr. Raizada…
What happened to her? Sab teek hain? Why dont you say something?
If you let me speak, I will. Singhania spoke writing note.
Arnav stopped talking and waited impatiently for the doctor to speak.
Nothing is wrong with your wife. She just needs some sleep. She should wake up in few hours.
Thats it? You took soooo long to tell this?
Dr. Singhania checked his watch, If I am not wrong, I took 4mins 42 secs to examine her and I believe thats pretty impressive. He said mockingly.
Arnav looked away irritated at his mocking statement and sat next to her. Anything I need to watch out for? Like her food?
Again NOTHING happened to her. Give her glucose water or lemon juice, she will gain strength.
Singhania handed the Visit Note to Arnav and escaped right away.
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The clock ticked 2PM in the afternoon, when Khushi woke up feeling massive weight on her belly and her knees. She rubbed her eyes that felt heavy and burning. She felt considerably confined to move as she tried to open her eyes. She peeked from beneath her lids trying to register what is stopping her from moving. She sensed a huge soft log and ran her hand on her belly. As she opened her eyes thoroughly, she noticed his hand wrapped around her belly securely and his leg tangled around her knees. She smiled dreamily and looked to her side to find him sleeping on her shoulder, his hair tickling her neck.
She tilted her head and pecked his hair making him snuggle into her neck more closely. She tried hard to look at his face but his frontal hair and the position of his head on her shoulder blocked the view. She raised her forefinger and ran it through his hair, slowing moving down to his forehead. He creased his forehead in deep sleep as he sensed something crawling. She then parted her fingers to touch his eyes trailing on his eye lids. She could feel him fluttering his lids in reflex action. She mutely giggled to herself. She then brought her fingers to his nose, momentarily blocking his breathing making him nuzzle his nose on her chest. But He didnt wake up. She pursed her lips thinking strategy. She then moved her finger down to his lips and traced his lip line to find his lips slightly parted. Pressing her fingers at the corners of his lips, she bunched his lips squeezing them.
Aaaaaaa? pleasshhh sone do. He frowned and mumbled in deep slumber.
Letting a naughty smile, she moved her finger further down to his neck, he twitched as her nails tickled him…..He inched up tucking his head in the crook of her neck, he pecked her neck whispering, Kuch chahiye? You need something? He asked sleepily without opening his eyes.
Khumbhkarna! (Rakshas who is known for sleeping long time) She swore under her chin and he smiled giving open mouth kiss on her neck.
She didnt stop right there, with the tip of her finger nail, she tickled his ear.
I am warning you. Stop it. He mumbled covering his ear.
She then tickled behind his ears. He giggled and tried to get hold of her hand but she was too quick to tickle his neck and ears alternating the spots. He swiftly sat up barely resting on her belly, straddling his feet on her either side, You wont stop, wont you? He started tickling her waist.
She giggled, twitched, screamed his name, curling her feet, hitting him, pushing him, shaking her head pleading him to stop. But he didnt, he tortured her to the point that her tears started flowing as result of laughing hard.
Get off of me. You are so heavy. She screamed trying to divert his attention unaware that he is just too smart.
Nice try, but I didnt even sit on you.
She managed to get hold of his hand and bit his finger.
Damn Khushi. She took advantage of the moment and pushed him back with her hands and he fell at her feet. She quickly crawled up and sat on his abs and started pinching his arms.
Ou Ouc..Khushi. Stop it. Its paining.
Good, you are so dead today.
Ok ok Sorry Sorry.
I dont need your stupid Sorry.
Khushi stop it yaar. He couldnt get hold of her as his hands got busy rubbing the painful pinches.
After multiple attempts, with great difficulty, he managed to get hold of her pants’ drawstring and undid the knot. She stopped in shock and looked at her pants that may come off the moment she stands. She bunched her pant with one hand at her waist and with the other hand, she tried to grab the strings from his hand but he wrapped them around his palm pulling her closer. He gave one firm tug making her fall hard on his chest, which is when she realized he is bare chest.
Her hands fighting for the strings, her chest fighting to stop heaving against his, her lips fighting to resist touching his stubbled chest, all happened at once in great turmoil. He let out a wicked smile raising his eyebrow, and tugged the strings once again making her lips fall on his toned chest.
That was it, that sent shivers to Khushi making her tummy twist and dance. She creased her lips placing a kiss on his chest. Whats most unique about the way she kissed was the way her lashes fluttered against his skin titillating his senses. She tried to getup feeling shy but he tugged her once again and looked at her sensuously whispering Please stay.
She smiled and took her hands from her pants and swept them on his arms giving featherly touch. She inched up and looked at him locking him in her gaze. Putting pressure on his shoulders she crawled up and pecked his lips and quickly moved down brushing her lips all the way to the collarbone to kiss without breaking the eye contact.
As she caressed his arm with her thumb, she leaned in and gave a butterfly kiss which she seem to be mastered in fluttering her lashes against his skin followed by a deep peck.
She moved to the other arm and followed the same thing, making him weaker with her each sensuous touch. She then trailer her thumb on his each collarbone and brushed her lips along the entire way ending it with subtle nip and a deep peck soothing the redness if any.
His breaths became more erratic and what hammered his senses is the way she looked at him after every kiss, making him want her more and plead for more. No words exchanged but she knew what he wanted and how he wanted. This probably the first time in history a man getting pleasured by his woman with simple pecks.
She moved her thumb down to his chest, and circled it around where his heart his. She looked at him and whispered smilingly and proudly, Thats Me!
He smiled Sirf Tum!
She leaned in and pressed her ear to hear his heart beat, looking at him. Quite fast! She said smilingly.
Might take a while to beat at normal. He said huskily freeing one of his hand to brush her hair from her forehead.
She blushed as he referred her to be the reason for his erratic beats. She gave a feather kiss followed by the series of deep pecks while her free hand brushed his hair behind his ears. He groaned silently, closing his eyes as his lower half tensed up and his hands tugged her strings roughly and closely.
She blushed and abit embarassed and feeling shy witnessing what effect she had on him and him going weaker. She looked up to meet his dreamy eyes. As she was about to kiss the most sensous part right below his heart, he stopped her holding her hips. He held her hips firmly and slid her down aligning her on his shaft. Her eyes widened and slowly lowered feeling shy feeling him underneath her.
He bunched her tee below her neck and pulled her face down and whispered, Hope you discerned how you are literally killing me for last 5mins, he said referring to his excited shaft screaming for her attention. She tried hard to control her blush as she felt a pulse in his shaft beating against her soft bottom.
Brushing his lips on her ears, he whispered, If you let me take over, I am afraid you will not be able to dance tomorrow. But if you continue, I am afraid I will not let you step out of the room for next three days. He tilted his head and tried to read her expressions that changed to deep thinking as if she is considering her options in hand. Slowly it dawned to her that both options are same and he is teasing her.
Before she could bore her smarted eyes, He squeezed her cheeks pouting her lips and sucked them, I wonder if you wanna dance with me alone or dance with bunch of monkeys in the wedding?
She blushed and tried not to look at him. Tugging her lower lip, he whispered, So Should we or Should we not? Think fast before I leave you with no option. He said with teasing smile.
She looked flustered and spoke narrowing her brows, looking at his chin, I wanna dance with monkeys and attend the wedding.
Ouch..that hurts. I thought you would say Dance in the room! He teased as he already knew her answer.
She slapped on his chest and tried to get up.
He tucked her hair behind her ears and asked, How are you feeling now? I totally forgot to ask you amidst all these. He smiled naughtily.
What happened to me? I am perfectly fine.
Hmm you fainted, nearly killed me. He said wrapping his arms around her waist.
I fainted? She looked worried.
He fluttered his lashes confirming.
Oh..but I dont remember. She looked down trying to recollect.
Khushi?
Hmm? She looked up to meet his eyes.
He rolled her onto the side and he laid next to her resting his head on his wrist. He took her hand, kissing her fingers, he asked with moist eyes, Did you really mean when you said you protected everything for ME? only for ME?
Doubting me? She asked narrowing her eyes abit upset with his question misunderstanding that he doesnt trust her.
No, not at all. I am just asking so that I could hear it from you again. So that I could feel special. He said wiping the lone tear that escaped the corner of her eye.
Every inch of it for you to explore, for you to own it Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. Would you like to do the honor of changing my……[[she was about to say “changing my virgin status”]]
He placed his finger on her lips and stopped her from saying further as he knew what she was about to say….Please dont ask me that question now. I will not be able to control myself. Save that question for our special day, at a special place, where we will hear only our heartbeats, where we will see only us and nothing else but not today, not like this, amidst these crumpled dirty sheets.
She smiled and cupped his nape and pulled him to a passionate kiss assuring him that she will wait.
They were forced to break the kiss when they got repeated phone calls from panicking bride Payal. Arnav assured that her lehenga will reach her in 2 hours. Arnav asked Khushi to get ready to go with him to Design Studio.
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The moment Khushi left to bathroom to get ready, only one question lingered in his mind, Why was she sent to London at such young age? As far he understands Shashi, the old man seemed to love her daughter like any father does. No matter how hard he tried to remember or understand, he couldnt figure out the reason why she was sent. But one thing he understood how much she missed her parents and he wanted to fill that gap in her life and hatched a plan.
As Khushi came out of bathroom all ready to go out, Arnav made her sit on his lap and showed her 3 brochures.
What’s your pick? He asked smelling her wet tresses.
Khushi took the three brochures that had couple posing intimately on it with Honeymoon Packages written in bold.
She looked at him, with her eyes wide open and asked, Humare liye?
No, for Kaka and his girl friend! He said mockingly.
She slapped the brochures on his shoulder and asked, Batao na? Sach mein, for us?
Just for US, you and me. He said scooping her hair to one shoulder.
With shy smile on her lips that only seemed to grow bigger, she opened her the first brochure that read Greece.
He said looking at the brochure along with her, its famous for its Dazzling Greek Islands, Exciting Night Life in Athens, Sunset at Cape Sounion. Is it something that interest you?
She didnt respond and took the second brochure which read Amalfi Coast, Italy. The moment she opened the brochure he said, Known for family owned restaurants, smaller beaches, late night shops, hmm and oh they have restaurant on the water.
She curved her lips in surprise but when he asked if she is interested in that. She switched to final brochure that read Fiji. Her lips curved into happy smile the moment she saw the cover photo and he knew thats the one, Tadrai Island, Fiji. He mumbled nibbling her neck, Private Island, Only for couples, Private pool with ocean view. And the only way we will get to the resort is by helicopter. What do you think?
She smiled shyly tucking her lower lip. When are we going?
Thats surprise.
NOOOO, I wanna know. Tell me.
Jeez Khushi, You are so desperate.
She pushed him and went sat in front of the mirror combing her hair. He quickly followed her and kneeled infront of her, How about next month? He asked holding her hand.
Next month? Good We will go for honeymoon during my chums. She blurted out in anger and quickly closed her eyes feeling embarrassed.
Thats awesome idea, I will not have to work hard in our honeymoon then. He teased her.
She gave him a deathly stare.
He kissed her cheeks, I am just teasing, We will work it out.
But somehow Khushi wasnt happy that he planned it for a month later. He got up to get ready and asked her while taking his towel, Waise Khushi, how long does your cycle last?
Chums!!!
Yeah whatever!
5 days, She spoke absentmindedly thinking about honeymoon and is upset that they are not going soon. For some reason, as he stated, she indeed felt desperate.
What the? 5 days? He again settled down infront of her.
She nodded Positive.
Iska matlab, 60 days in an year?
She nodded Yes innocently enjoying the frustration riling up in him.
This is why I hate your God, just so you know. Cant it be single day cycle?
Poochke bataongi. [I will find out and tell you]
Kisse? [With whom will you find out?]
Bhagwan se. [God]
Very funny.
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