Chapter 23

Sorry guys or the late update, but am too busy these days.I completed my 6 months as a writer on I

6 july was the day I posted ASR On Fire ,the first part o this story and that the reason I have typed a longer part this time.

ENJOY

All the stuff packed, although it was hardly anything that could be called as luggage. The couple was all set to leave the island. The island witnessed their unending tale of passion, love and desires. Every corner of the villa had witnessed their love making.

The air was familiar with their desires. Their scents mixed with the waters. The sand imprinted with their footprints.

The island was literally marked as theirs.

Khushi sobbed a little as they were leaving the place. The place was very much special to them.

"We will come back again." Arnav tried to assure her.

She meekly nodded as he led her out of their little heaven.

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Once again, there were in the light, destination; still unknown to the lady. It was another surprise for her by him, he wanted to do something special for her again.

Oh! Oh! Not that, he did not do anything for her. Oh! Everyone knew how special he makes her eel and all those special things he does for her ... erm rather say does to her.

Her head rested on his shoulder and he wound his arm around her like he always does. This time, they were not in their private jet, it was a normal flight. He watched her as she slept peacefully, resting her head on his shoulder unaware of the effect of her sleeping form on him.

He grinned like a teenager realizing, he hardly let her sleep at nights, even if they sleep, they would wake up again and make love all over again with greater passion unleashing within them.

He sighed! Hope she doesn't get dark circles.

He kissed her over her hair and rested his head on hers to catch some sleep,which they would surely miss sooner.

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Arnav had made sure that Khushi doesn't her the announcements made during the flight and at the airport by giving her a collection of Salman Khan Songs that kept her away from everything.

For once in his life, he actually liked his crazy wife's favorite actor. (Salman happens to be my fav too)

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Cool breeze hit her face and she instinctively hugged him for warmth.His arm went around her jacket clad figure.

"Welcome to Paris dear. The city of love." he said as he made her sit in the car.

"We are in Paris?" she asked with her mouth open.

He chuckled at his wife's expressions.

"Yes dear, city of love." He said stressing the word love.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

He looked at his wife with an amused smile. "Well I am definitely not her to play baseball, I'll love you in the city of love." He said making his intentions clear to her, not that she needed a reminder about his intentions. His eyes always let that out.

She blushed deep red hue. No matter what they shared, she still felt shy when he talked boldly with her. His bold talks aroused her even before he does anything.

She looked out of the window as she caught her husband naughtily staring at her rather say ogling at her. She was wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of black slim jeans, a brown jacket over it. She had a brown hand bag and a pair of brown boots to complete her look. The dress was definitely gifted by her husband.

She knew, he would pull her close anytime, and that happened very soon. His lips found hers for a haste kiss, yet a devouring kiss it was. A kiss that consumed their souls.

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31 December, 8:30

They were peacefully sleeping in their suite after their tiring journey. A new year would begin tomorrow and they were waiting for it like never before. From this year, they would always have their special one by their side.

Arnav and Khushi both stirred together in their sleep.Their eyes opened almost at the same time and they looked into the eyes of their love, trying to measure the unfathomable depths of each others love.

He kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes again as she always does, relishing the soft kiss.

"get ready. We are going out." He said getting up from the bed and leaving for his shower.

Khushi sat their wondering what the night and the year held for her, though she knew it would be filled with love, HIS love.

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Mr.&Mrs. Raizada were heading towards their destination, a private dinner to celebrate their first new year together. Khushi had worn a black net saree, that clung to her curves.

The place was everything that a girl would want. It was beautifully decorated with fairy lights, balloons on the ground admist it all in the centre was a table fully covered with rose petals.

They had their peaceful dinner, oh well not to forget Arnav's naughty talks in between, that left her all red. All along the dinner, he held her hand, while they gorged on her favorite delicacies.

11:50

A stroll in the garden was not a bad idea. They were walking in the garden relishing each other's company. Khushi had side hugged him and he had wound his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to himself.

Arnav noticed Khushi rubbing her hands to get some warmth. Being a perfect gentleman, Arnav handed her his jacket.

"Khushi I never knew I would be this happy in my life, that too after getting married. Thanks for coming in my life." Arnav said facing her.

"It should be who should thank you Arnavji. You handled my craziness and put up with my childish stuff. It was you who made me feel this good. It was you who made me feel what love is. I needed a mature man to handle me and you exactly fit in the bill. I can never thank devi maiyya enough for giving you as my life partner." She said with so much of honesty that Arnav pulled her into a crushing hug.

Arnav placed a few feathery kisses on her hair, before pulling her away from him. He kissed her eyes close, eyes that were heavy with desires. Her breaths came out in spurts. He trailed a few kisses along her jaw line leaving trails of fire on her skin at his mere touch.

Heat was emanating from their bodies, the place no more seemed cool to them. She threw her head back as he continued kissing her throat. He kissed her throbbing pulse at the base of her throat. Her hands reached his shoulder to gain some balance, lest she would fall down.

He pulled her head up and she snapped her eyes open, dark eyes mind you. His lips finally descended on hers. He felt her cold soft lips under his warm and rough lips. No matter how many times they kiss, every kiss was special for them.

They moved their lips in sync; consuming each others desires only to fan the fires of their desires. Her hands tangle with his hair, while his hands cupped her face. Their tongues fought for dominance as their hands explored each other's body once again.

Fire works disturbed their kiss and they realized,the clock had struck 12.

Very reluctantly they pulled apart.

They rested their forehead on each others and whispered "Happy New Year" together. They stood there for a while trying gain back their breaths.

"Wow! I kissed for a year.2013-2014." He said smiling at her.

"You sure did that."she smiled at him. Indeed his kisses felt like eternity.

"Now lets welcome the new year together." he said scooping her in his arms, heading towards a cottage for their little private celebration.

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It was two days since their New Year celebrations and it was the last time Khushi had stepped out of the hotel. Her husband kept her all for himself.

Now on the third day, they were finally going out for some shopping. She had to coax him a lot to take her shopping and he had agreed on it only after she promised, she would do anything he asked her to. Least did she know that her husband had already planned their shopping.

One of the reasons why Arnav left the island was to shop. He did not want his family to tease Khushi over the island issue. The island will remain as their little secret. Officially for the family, they were in Paris for their honeymoon.

Arnav smirked in an evilish way. His kitty did not know what she had got herself into.

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They had shopped for the complete family and he let her do it because after that they would go for her shopping else she would keep complaining how they did not buy a gift for someone.

The shopping bags were placed in the car and the couple was busy in their private shopping.

Khushi was in the trial room, trying on the dozens of the dresses arnav had selected for her.

"Khushi? Why are you not coming out?" Arnav asked impatiently as he wanted to see her in the red dress he had chosen.

Khushi opened the door a little bit and peeped out, but Arnav shamelessly barged in.

The sight took his breaths away.

She looked like a vision in the red dress, the dress perfectly hugging her body exposing her curvy body to his devouring eyes.

"The hooks." She said facing her back to him.

Was she planning to kill him? Firstly she is wearing a red that itself made it difficult for him and now exposing her back was like adding fuel to the blazing fire.

He slowly started hooking up her dress with trembling fingers. His fingers brushed all along her back.

He did the last hook of the dress and kissed her neck, then behind the ear on her sot spot.

She completely leaned on him, her knees became jelly. Only a mere touch o his could make her thoughts go hay ware.

"I am never going to let you wear this dress to any party. I don't want anyone to cast their eyes on whats mine." He whispered dangerously in her ears. His breaths, warm breaths were fanning her cheeks.

He turned her around to and her eyes closed and lips parted. Oh how hw wished to kiss them right away.

And he exactly did that, kissed her hard on her lips, pulling her closer to himself and letting her know the effect she has on her.

He increased the pace of the kiss as his hands roamed all over her body, already familiar with each and every sensitive place.

He started to unhook the hooks of her dress, that he hooked not so long ago.

He pulled her dress a bit exposing her shoulders to his greedy eyes.

He started placing wet kisses all over her shoulder, neck, face and everywhere his lips touched.

"Arnavvv" she moaned his name in pleasure dropping the ji part, arousing his to the heights o immense desires.

He pushed her against the door and pressed himself on her. He bit her neck, giving her another love bite and then licking it to sooth the pain.

"please..."she said in a helpless voice that brought him out o the reverie.

The place was not appropriate to continue their act now.He reluctantly moved away and pulled her dress up.

"I am leaving you now, but not the next time." He said placing one last peck on her already swolled lips and walking out.

She stood their dazed, her husband was the greatest lover and she blushed remembering his words.

It was the last night of their honeymoon. They would be leaving for home soon, yet the night was still young and they lovers were too heavily soaked in desires that consumed their senses.

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