Chapter 7
Fake Wifey [Arnav POV]
"I hope you're joking " she said with an uncertain smile .
Unbelievable . I don't joke about serious things like this... no , not really , it was not my case .
But what amazed me completely and without any remedy were her cheeks red as she spoke and the languid tone she used.
I was sure that nothing she had said was studied or calculated, she was not the kind of girl to use tricks or techniques of seduction , she was so spontaneous . It looked like she was ready to do anything I asked her , in spite of sometimes she took the trouble to reply.
" No, I'm dead serious ."
I grabbed the yogurt from refrigerated and then the sliced cheese .
It was better if I dwell not to look at her or even worse, to be near her. Khushi had something inexplicably attractive and the fact that she wasn't know it , increased even more my desire to hold her and whisper in her ear a thousand compliments, or let her feel what reactions she provoke in my body.
I saw her scratching her heads , perhaps, trying to figure out if mine was yet another provocation fake , or if you were serious .
"Excuse me why do not we do that? Body art is indeed an art." I told her
" Yeah, right" she smiled looking into my eyes .
"It's part of our couples therapy ."
" I did not think we were already at loggerheads "she said.
" There are many things you do not know about our relationship ."
I picked up two boxes of cereal , pasta and apples , while Khushi wandered from one shelf to another observing everything with curiosity , that supermarkets in London were so much different?
She was wearing that dress that suited her very beautifully. I imagined her sitting in a field of sunflowers with the sunset behind and that I was taking a thousand pictures ...
Arnav , you should stop fantasizing .
And to think that this is the most chaste fantasy on her! If I had to write what I imagined during the night spent in bed with her , I would advise to avoid reading to people who have not yet reached 18 years.
I was not able to sleep and all because there was my wife next to me.
I was agitated, despite she remained for most of the time motionless in her corner , without encroaching in my half of the bed . Only in the morning, she had turned snuggling on my chest in a way so sweet that I was completely blown away , so I took a hundred photos silent and now I could not wait to download on my computer.
It had never happened to me and it was totally senseless . It was not the first I was sleeping and it would not be the last , at least I hoped so . Sure, it had never happened to sleep or just stare at the ceiling and just - in fact my case - but this was another story.
In those hours I had long sought the contraindication that had triggered the spring of attraction, however, I found myself very confused about it and maybe I should stop psychoanalyze everything, even the commas in a text.
At first I thought that my reaction was due to the fact that Khushi had put those stupid poles between us and saw that I was the prince of the forbidden and more. Then I thought that I was a man and it was normal to be attracted by a beautiful woman. Then I stopped thinking and started to take action.
The only time I tried to have a contact with her, it was only before and during the marriage, because in our estrangement and important step that we were going to do, but I just got out of that blessed the chapel, something had changed .
I did not even know why I did it , it was as if I did not want to lose this occasion , I do not know ...
I was hiding behind the semblance of truth, not to be refused . That semblance of truth that I was obliged to comply with and which at the beginning was not intended to help to diminish the hard shell around her , but to make sure that everything went smoothly and no one would notice that we were two strangers .
Things had changed suddenly , and all because she looked at me with those big brown eyes and she left me breathless. All because even she tried to take my hand , because everything was so reserved and shy to get on my nerves .
In any case, the fact that the plane she had asked me sincerity , I felt good and I did not explained how she could only think that I did my best with my attitudes.
I wanted to kiss her all the time , I wanted to remove her clothes off and stay skin to skin for hours and hours.
I chuckled to myself ... If I revealed my thoughts , she would take the bags and she would run away. Well , though the fact that she did not know anyone was in my favor , she could only return to London ... Ok , better not to tempt fate , that girl was unpredictable .
" Why are you laughing? " .
I turned to look at her , she had in her hands the candies.
"I was lost in thought ."
" Are you laughing at me? " She asked quietly sulking . That damned pout !
That was my weak point , it was struck to the heart . It was adorable and it seemed that he needed someone to hold her .
Sometimes my artistic nature , penalized me. I was able to see an angel in a splash of puddle.
I took off the candy out of her hand, throwing them into the shopping cart and then hugged her .
Semblance of truth , that's my excuse if she objected.
"Why would I laugh at you ? " I asked.
" No- I do not know " she stammered, staring at my mouth. And I stared at her mouth .
" Can I tell you one thing , Jaan? " .
I bowed my head to rest my chin on her shoulder . Better not to stay too close, my instincts could strike when I least expected it , in fact only a few minutes before I had the irrepressible instinct to kiss her and I stopped just in time .
"Do you want to be forgiven for laughing at me? " .
"Not at all ... " .
I kissed her cheek a first time and then a second time , pausing longer. "I love your lips, they are sensual to die ."
Khushi gasped and I was not surprised , I was there now accustomed to. All my compliment seemed to be a knife .
" Especially when you sulk ... if you let me, once we get home, I would get some photos ."
"No way " she muttered , her face on fire.
"Why not? " .
"Because no ... I'm not photogenic ."
" Maybe you're not by yourself. But for me you are. Your face inspires me in a way out of the ordinary , you should under me . "
I had exaggerated , I know.
" What ... what does it mean ? " .
" What I have do with you ? When you stop embarrass ? " .
"N- ever ..." she said uncertainly , shrugging her shoulders . "Not until you say these ambiguous sentences ."
Hit and Sank !
" Khushi, been under for me means under the objective. I love photographing from top to bottom , in the true sense of the term. The subject and me standing or lying on a scale to immortalize it . "
"What a strange tastes" she muttered .
I let her go and we proceeded to pay.
I was sure that my family would go mad for her once they'll meet her. Khushi was the opposite of the girls that I had always been, she had the face of an angel, the graceful and slender body of an angel , it was also sweet as an angel.
What are you ranting , Arnav ?
Perhaps I should say that I had a fight with my girlfriend , quarreled strong . My first impulse after accepting the job , was just the fact of making Sheetal jealous. Obviously I would not have said anything about the wedding , I would find some solution there and then .
" What are you doing ? " I asked, puzzled at Khushi when I saw her take the wallet out of her bag. I hated to see a woman pay, it was something stronger than me . Only the ten thousand it would be an exception.
"I took things for me , and I will not let you pay." She told me
"It's only two chocolate bars and candies , Khushi. Please ... " I replied back.
" Definitely I going to use your refrigerator for months. Please you ... " She said
I gave her a hip flick and I move forward threatening her with my eyes. "You'll pay again, but not tonight ."
She glowered at him then took a bag while Rahul , the guard of the supermarket, staring at us a bit strange .
" Hello giant." I greet him
" Hello Arn I have not seen for a couple of days, where were you ? " he asked.
I smiled. Rahul was part of the circle of my friends and he would not have missed an opportunity to blurt out the bombshell that I would give him .
I needed this gossip spread quickly, both for the immigration office that would be controls and to Sheetal .
"I went to get married in Las Vegas."
Khushi putting her hair behind her ears walked briskly to the exit without waiting for me.
"What a moron , stop joking ." he said
" I'm not kidding ." I replied smiling
Rahul looked at me from head to toe with a raised eyebrow . " Have you been drinking ? " .
"No. Do you like my wife? " I asked him.
"Nice tidbit , but tell me the truth." He said.
"It's the truth! " I snorted .
" And how the hell we do not know anything ? You're getting married from day to day with one that we have never seen ? " . he asked amazed.
" She comes from London, we met on the internet ." I started to say
" And you married her ? You're out of your mind ... friend . " he chuckled
"I know, but she was too pretty to let her escape " I said as I proceeded towards the exit. " See you around ! " .
Rahul growled , putting his hands in his pockets ... I wonder what he was thinking .
When I reached Khushi on the outside , she seemed nervous. I purposely did not say anything to see if she wanted to speak about what I had said to my friend. But she did not say anything until we crossed the threshold of the house.
" Maybe I should stay there with you when you're talking to that guy? "she asked insecure.
" I think so ." I replied
" I'm sorry, I did not want to be intrusive ." And she looked down
" You're my wife , it is assumed that my business is even yours." I told her
"Yeah," she breathed pulling off her shoes and walking barefoot. She had approached the window sill and she was stroking a pot now faded violets or daisies ... I no longer remembered .
She filled a glass of water and watered as I continued putting away the groceries in different beliefs .
" When ended your last love story? " I asked her point-blank. I had already realized that she was not inclined to talk about her personal issues, but we had to even talk about something.
"Two years ago " . she replied
" That much? " I told her.
She shrugged leaning with her back to the refrigerator . "It's so much? " .
" Well, you're a beautiful girl. It seems strange that no one seduce you . "I told her
" They could not ... " she whispered, almost to herself .
" Excuse me? " I asked .
She give a hint of a fake smile . " Do you mind if I take a shower? " .
"No ... no. Go ahead . " I said.
At that moment it seemed as if was hiding something . It was a strange feeling that led me to think that she had not a past so clear and the nightmare she had done on the plane, was a confirm. I wanted to know more, I wanted to understand what was going through her head when she was lost...
Maybe a guy had made her suffer , or he had betrayed her . And she still loved him ?
In my head broke some kind of alarm. She could not love him again ... God that bother me.
When Khushi returned from her shower , she wore a soft suit that made her look even thinner than she was already .
She was a little uncomfortable, her face was an open book to me. I could put myself in her shoes and understand , so I would do anything to make her feel better.
" Can you cook ? " I asked her.
" Yeah, you want me to do it ? " she replied back
Her eyes lit up instantly. Probably keep herself busy making her feel good .
" If I do not want to risk to die because of food poising , yes." I told her
She gave me a slight pinch on the arm , heading for the kitchen .
" I'm good and I 'll prove it ." she told.
" What else can you do? "I asked in a low voice with a mischievous tone .
In a nanosecond my head was invaded worthy of scenes from po*n movie , maybe more. Khushi , under that hard shell was passionate to die , I had guessed right from the start and I had also told her. I went crazy by the desire to see her without brakes, to see her let go.
"I am a woman, I can do everything. My mother has used me since childhood , "she said sincerely . I did not know if it was a good thing that she had understand or not my two-way question.
" Hmm ... interesting." I told her.
" Stew meat? " she asked.
" Oh no! Stew ? My grandfather eat the stew ! " I said.
" We often eat it in London in the evening. And we're not old . " she replied back.
" This is America , Jaan" I tickled her side. "Cook burgers and fries ."
"As you wish ." she said
" If you agree so easily to my every request, you know I could ask you anything ? " I asked her.
" Just do not go beyond the limits ." she told me.
It's true when a person keeps you at a distance, it triggers more of your cravings.
I went over to her while she was busy to cook burgers and pushed her hair slightly away, giving her a kiss on the neck . " And if I wanted to surpass the limits ? " .
"I'm a lesbian." She declared.
"Please ... " I replied, pulling her to me.
"No ulterior motives , you know - just work , do you remember ? " she said.
I kissed her neck still soft inebriating of her sweet perfume. " Maybe I do not remember ."
She put her hands on my chest and bowed her head ... she liked my kisses ...
How could I resist ? It was as if she was yelling at my ear : I like it, continues.
After all, it was my wife , right? I had to take care of her in all circumstances of life. I laughed inwardly . Even though I knew it was all a huge farce , I just needed very little to get used to her.
"You have a girlfriend ! And I do not want any involvement! "she exclaimed suddenly going way .
Neither do I want any involvement , but there are some things that are beyond our control , unfortunately or fortunately .
Then the doorbell rang.
" Who is it? " Khushi whispered, her eyes widening .
Considering the time, it could only be only one person behind damn door.
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