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[MEMBERSONLY]
Naughty, are we? (Part 1)
chibisuke 2013-10-30 01:56:20
[NOCOPY]
Hello again!
This is a TS about Arnav and his naive wife Khushi. Or is she naive? Is she really innocent? Read and find out!!!
Genre: Humor
Rating: 16+
Italics: flashback
Blue italics: translations to the Hindi dialogues
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The names of the characters do not belong to me. The plot, dialogues and the story line is the work of my imagination, alone. Any similarity to other works is purely coincidental
Arnav entered the Raizada mansion. He was home early from work.
The thought of seeing his beautiful wife smile at him made him rush up the stairs to his room, before anyone else realised he was home.
"Khushi! Khushi!", he called out to her as he opened the door to their room. And he was greeted by silence.
"Must be in the bathroom", he thought. With his thoughts turning naughty, he decided he would join her in the shower, if that's what she was doing.
He tiptoed up to the bathroom door and pressed his ear to it.
Again, silence.
He tried the door knob, it easily turned in his hand and the door opened. The bathroom was empty.
He ran out to the poolside, only to be met with his plants waving their leaves and flowers at him. The pool waters were calm. His mind was in a turmoil.
"Where is Khushi? There was no one in the kitchen when I was climbing upstairs. And the house seems silent, as if she isn't here. Damn it, is she unhappy with me? Has she gone away? Why did we fight yesterday?", Arnav's thoughts went from confusion to agitation to agony in a matter of seconds.
His old insecurities re-surfaced, and his fear of losing her clouded all rational thought. Not once did he think of calling her, or seeking anyone else and asking them of her whereabouts. Such was the power his fears held over him.
The argument they had last night was playing in his mind. But he did not realise that memories have the tendency to exaggerate every mistake we make into huge faults, and make us feel guilty ten times over if we let them.
Khushi was in a state of bliss. As Arnav lifted himself off of her and lay beside her on the bed, she couldn't help but blush.
"Khushi, we've done this enough times already. Every night, and almost everyday in broad daylight, too, to be precise. And you STILL blush when we make love? Its been two weeks to our marriage now!", Arnav, always the "forward" one, asked her.
"Arnavji, I still feel shy. I know I shouldn't, but I do. I love you, but please don't force me to be bold, please?", Khushi pouted cutely.
Well, it looked cute to the whole world, but it was down right sexy to Arnav's mind.
He pounced on her again, hungry for her. Khushi was used to this kind of an unrelenting assault. She liked it too!
After round..2? Nope! Round 4 of lovemaking, Arnav decided to test the waters.
He knew his wife was shy, but he also knew she would agree soon enough. With that in mind, he asked, "Khushi, if you are so shy with what we do right now, what will happen if we try something new?"
Khushi looked at him with huge eyes, "What do you mean by that? Every night we do something.." She trailed off, blushing.
"Khushi, my darling, what we do is ummm.. regular. There are different ways to make love. I want us to try something new. Please?"
Khushi was dumbfounded. Her husband suggesting something? Haye Devi Maiyya!!!
"Khushi.. Please, jaan.. I want to do something more. You know how I kiss you, there, right?", Arnav asked, knowing fully well that her pink blush would turn red. She did not disappoint.
"I want you to try and do that to me."
Khushi was embarrassed, annoyed and shy at the same time. The part of her that was still naive was wanting to shout at her husband for suggesting something like this. And then hide herself in some corner of the house. The rest of her was still too shocked to react..
Arnav countered quickly, "It is entirely normal, jaan. People do it.. Married couples do it.." Not wanting to go into the whole oral-sex-in-unmarried-couples-and-teenagers topic, he decided to talk safe.
And with that started the argument that lasted for a whole of 52 minutes, 37 seconds. The repercussions lasted through the next day.
Arnav knew his wife was filmy and dramatic to the T.
She was capable of doing anything.
With the fight in mind, he ran downstairs and almost collided with Om Prakash.
"Bhaiya ji, humein maaf kar dijiye. Hum who dekh ke nahi chal rahe thei.." Bhaiya ji, please forgive me. I wasn't watching where I was going.. Om Prakash began, knowing how much Chhote sahab would be angry.
To his surprise, Arnav looked at him with desperate eyes and asked, "Khushi kahan hai?" Where is Khushi? not able to squeeze one more word out his mouth.
"Woh Bhabhiji store room mein hain. Woh aapka aur Aakash bhai ji ke bachpan ka samaan hata rahe hain, Payal bhabi ki madad se." Bhabhiji is in the storeroom. She is cleaning up stuff that belongs to you and Aakash bhai ji from your childhood days, with Payal bhabhi's help.
Arnav ran to the store room, intending to apologize to Khushi and tell her it was okay if they never tried anything new. He was extremely happy with his sex life.
As he reached the doors to the store room, he could hear voices coming out of the room.
What he heard, made him stop.
He was shocked.
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Hope you liked the premise of this story. I did not mean to offend anyone.
Enjoy reading!
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- Chibi
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