Chapter 39 Matured

Epilogue 1 : Honeymoon Special ❤️

An excited Khushi clung onto Arnav's arm, as they waited to check-in at the airport. The good-looking couple was definitely drawing a lot of attention. However, the two of them were oblivious to the world, their eyes trained on each other. Khushi once again looked at the tiny bags Arnav was holding and asked confusedly, "Arnav, we are going for three weeks and the clothes in this bag will not last us for three days... what were you thinking? You should have just let me pack my bag. You can wear the same shorts for days but I can't." She cringed her nose cutely and Arnav kissed it without a care of where they were. "Relax sweetheart. I know we are barely carrying any clothes... That was the whole plan all along. I though my wife deserved a new wardrobe, so we are going to go on a shopping spree. Be ready to shop till you drop, angel." She smiled excitedly at him and then her expression turned mischievous as she said, "...and here I was thinking we are going on our honeymoon. I thought you will not be letting me go out at all... shopping toh dur ki baat hain."

Arnav smiled at her wickedly and replied instantly, "Well... you guessed correct baby. You get the first three and the last three days at your disposal... Make me do whatever you want. We can go sight-seeing, shopping, eating... anything you decide." She looked at him questioningly and he continued, "The rest of the days... two whole weeks... I am going to make sure you have no reason to complain that we are on our honeymoon. I will keep on reminding you about it, day and night... till you plead for mercy." He winked at her as they reached the check-in counter. With the security check completed, Arnav and Khushi boarded a British Airways Boeing, which was headed to London. As they had settled into their business class seats, Khushi could not help saying, "Arnav... I thought you would take me to a beach destination... like always. You know how much I love beaches." He had looked at her a little hesitantly and responded, "I know sweetheart. Fiji had been my other option. But when I had to choose between seeing you in bikini's from afar and to hold your warm body in my arms in the freezing Alps... I just could not resist. I promise to take you on a beach vacation soon." Khushi merely blushed at the way his mind worked and her body trembled with the idea of an amorous holiday that he promised.

The tiring eight-hour flight journey flew by in a jiffy, as Khushi snored lightly for most of those eight hours. Arnav could only hold his adorable wife closer, admiring her flawless beauty. Last night, merely tasting what pleasures lay between them, had only aggravated his hunger and desire for her. He knew that once the walls of coyness around her would crumble, she would be a firecracker in bed... and what better than a honeymoon, to peal those layers of timidity? Khushi looked around the huge skyscrapers as they whizzed through the streets of London. It was almost dinnertime and Arnav had planned the trip in a way, that they could sleep in immediately after landing in London, to get rid of their jetlag. The twinkling lights mesmerized Khushi, the nightlife of London exciting her. She leaned onto Arnav's shoulder, as he pointed out various famous monuments and places he visited on his business trips. They checked into the luxurious Corinthia Hotel and called for in-suite dinner. After a cozy delicious meal, Khushi went in for a quick shower.

Arnav had already showered and was waiting for Khushi to return. Not being the ideal tourism time, the weather in London had dropped below 5 degrees. The room heaters were doing a marvelous job as Arnav looked across the huge windows, giving a glimpse of the city. The bathroom door creaked open and he swiftly turned around, to see Khushi walk in only a white bathrobe. Her wet hair clung onto her face as she trembled slightly, before quickly getting under the cozy comforter. "Brr... Its so cold Arnav!! Why couldn't you take me to a beach? The warm sun and the calm ocean... what a perfect blend" Khushi sighed dramatically, as Arnav walked slowly towards her. "Well, you are my sunshine and I am your ocean... literally! So stop complaining Khushi. And haan... about the cold... come here! Let me warm you up," saying that Arnav stripped himself off all his clothes and got under the sheets. Khushi barely had time to gawk at his shamelessness, as passion took over them... warming their bodies and the souls with copious love.

The next three days were magical... as Khushi felt like Alice who had stumbled upon her wonderland. All day, they travelled across the city, eating, laughing, eating, shopping, eating, sightseeing, eating and more eating. Khushi had gone through the list of places they could visit in the city, which he had handed to her on their first day. She had planned on what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go. He had merely followed her orders and had enjoyed watching with fascination, the unbridled joy that was now constant on her face. They visited the London Eye, where Khushi had been screaming excitedly, every time the giant wheel descended downwards. The Buckingham Palace had Khushi trying to make royal guards laugh with her antics... the only catch was that; it was Arnav who was in splits looking at her. If he hadn't known better of their passionate nights, he could easily have admitted to the crime of underage marriage. Khushi had transformed into a kid, her excitement and energy so contagious that it had drawn Arnav even closer to her. He hated the admiration she garnered from the opposite sex, everywhere they went.

The London Bridge, the Big Ben, a few museums and Sea Life Aquarium had been some of their stops. They had managed to shop a lot during these excursions, especially with Arnav taking her to a few of his favourite boutiques. The winter had been cruel and the days extremely short. Hence, it left Arnav thrilled to have Khushi back into their hotel room for longer hours. He seemed to be insatiable when it was about her. Thankfully, she had been equally eager to learn new tricks, positions and innovative ways to turn him on. On the last day of their stay, he had taken her to the Madam Tussauds, where she had literally yelped seeing SRK's wax statue and had made Arnav click her with it in different poses. For the first time and quite rightly, Arnav had been jealous of a freaking wax statue!! They had finally ended their London trip by watching a play at the Globe Theatre. Khushi had extracted a promise from him that she would tag along, whenever he had to visit London on business purposes. She had loved the city and would love to explore more of it, the next time they were here.

Arnav and Khushi had taken an early morning flight from London to Zurich. As they landed at the airport, a swanky luxurious car awaited to escort them to their destination. The temperatures had dropped drastically, as they passed through the snowy terrain. It was the first time in her life that Khushi was seeing snow. The white fluffy spread excited her to no extent. However, the extreme weather condition, made her cling onto Arnav's body for warmth. The huge overcoats and woolen clothes that they had purchased in London, were well-used in these conditions. Looking at Khushi's red nose and trembling lips, Arnav had made it a point to kiss her every five minutes, spreading warmth into her bloodstream. Three days ago, she would have admonished him for this public display of affection... but after their London stay, she had gotten used to his shameless kisses. The heat coursing through her veins was the consequence of his never-ending flirting and blatant touches.

As they neared the small village of Grindelwald, Khushi sat spellbound by the beauty of nature. Everywhere she looked, she was greeted with the pristine beauty of snow-capped mountains. She could not help gushing about how similar it was to the movie DDLJ where Simran had gotten drunk and danced to the tunes of "zara sa jhoom loon main." Arnav had laughed at her comparison and promised to get her drunk one of these nights. They passed by a frozen lake and Khushi squealed in excitement looking at a few children making a snowman. Arnav's heart warmed seeing the child-like delight on her face at such simple things in life. They arrived at their destination... a huge private luxurious chalet, resting high on one of the snow-capped peaks, overlooking the stunning Alps. Khushi ran through the open door to look around. It was huge... like a mini Shantivan, big enough for about 20 odd people. The traditional wooden interiors, the huge fireplace, an entire wall covered with books of all sizes... were the first things that she noticed.

Arnav made sure the bags were deposited in their bedroom and tipped the bellhop, before closing the door to the haven they were going to spend their next two weeks in. He showed Khushi around the entire two-storied chalet... their huge kitchen, the balcony that faced the breathtaking view of the mountains, a small room with a huge plasma screen which had a vast movie collection, the stunning hot Jacuzzi that faced the frozen lake and finally their huge master bedroom where he pulled her closer and kissed her senseless, till she felt woozy in the head. If Khushi had some doubts about how they would spend two weeks in a place that was completely disconnected from the world, looking at this stunning chalet, she could not wait to begin her exploration. However, Arnav's exploration began exactly from where they stood, as he switched on the room heater and began stripping his clothes. Khushi's face became hot seeing the delicious bare body of her husband, as he walked towards her with the only intention of devouring her.

The days in Switzerland passed by in a jiffy. Arnav and Khushi talked a lot about their life until now, the grand wedding celebrations and how most of the women gathered had been jealous of Khushi. They watched movies in the cozy mini-theatre; some of which were English movies that Khushi had never heard of. To her surprise, Arnav had made sure there were plenty of Bollywood movies in the collection too... especially Shahrukh Khan movies. They had alternated them in-between some fantastic world cinema. On one such night, while they watched a romantic flick, Khushi had gotten drunk on brandy and the crazy girl had danced to her hearts content. Arnav had never laughed so much in his entire life, as much as he had while watching his adorable wife do the thumkas to a jazz number. The hangover that had followed had been one hell of an experience for Khushi... literally.

They had taken up a one-week basic training in skiing. To Arnav's surprise, Khushi had picked up the sport quickly and the grace with which she glided down the slopes, made him extremely proud. They had also taken the Cabrio Bhan, a cable car ride to the summit, showcasing the breathtaking views of the Mount Stanserhorn and then travelled to a few stunning points to see the sun set over the snowy peaks. Every evening before having their dinner, Khushi would read out a book to Arnav, as he rested his head in her lap. Her one hand held the book, while the other weaved its fingers through Arnav's soft tresses, massaging the scalp. It had been sheer bliss for a busy man like Arnav. The chaos of work, was left far behind as he reeled in the love and care of his wife. If their nights were full of passion, their morning were even better. Arnav had set up a morning tradition of making love, atleast once before they got out of bed. He had extracted a promise from her, that this tradition would be followed even after they went back to Delhi.

A cook came around early afternoon to cook up a quick lunch for the couple, and would then come in the evening to cook steaming hot dinner for them. Khushi had tried to learn a few traditional dishes, the spices and recipes intriguing her. She would often give the cook a break, and prepare food for her husband herself, who would be looming around her in the kitchen. They had made passionate love all over the huge chalet. Sometimes in the warm living room, a few times in the Jacuzzi... a couple of times on the dining table and most of the times in the spacious comfortable bedroom. Khushi's unease had slowly withered down, making her bold and demanding. He had fortunately or unfortunately shown her the power she had, to make him beg and grovel... and she had started using those amorous tricks, at every given opportunity. Arnav had barely let her use any clothes from the ones they had shopped in London, always citing the reason that they will be discarded sooner than Khushi expected. She had cribbed about his shamelessness. However, the Swiss weather seemed to have romance in its air and she had been in a passionate daze.

Two weeks were almost nearing the end, and Khushi had already started missing the place. She knew how much she would miss these moments, when she was Arnav's sole focus. They had played a lot of games, that she had never ever heard of. Strip poker', strip truth or dare', strip have you ever'. Every game had revolved around, them stripping their clothes to finally land up making love. She would be lying if she said, that she hadn't enjoyed playing such games with her naughty husband. He had pampered her like a child and awakened the woman within her. She no more felt like a girl. She was a woman, who loved to do things to please her husband. Once such plan was forming in her head and she decided to implement it, whatever the consequences be. Arnav had wanted to go skiing that particular evening and she had refused. He had promised to return quickly, which gave her even lesser time for preparation. She rushed around the chalet gathering whatever she required and rushed to their bedroom. With a little help from the cook, she had managed to get a few things she needed beforehand. Khushi could not wait to see, how Arnav would react to her surprise.

When Arnav walked back to the chalet, it was almost dark and extremely cold. The dips and slides through the stunning snowscape had done him good. He could not wait to have a romantic candlelit dinner with Khushi followed by some mind-blowing sex. He smiled as he walked into the living room, his eyes searching for his beautiful wife. Not finding her in the kitchen aswell, he made his way towards their bedroom. As the door opened, the delicious aroma of vanilla hit his senses. Scented candles stunningly illuminated the room, which reminded him of their wedding night. However, his wife remained absent from the perfect picture. He pulled of the gloves, muffler and his overcoat, pushing away the heavy boots to the side. "Khushi?" he called out to her only to hear her magical laughter behind him. "Take a seat on the small sofa Mr. Raizada," she whispered close to his ear, running away quickly towards the dark corner in the room. He was taken aback by her closeness and then annoyed with the distance. "Khushi... come here," he pleaded, adhering to her demand of sitting on the sofa.

Raat akeli hai, bujh gaye diye
Aake mere paas kaano mein mere,
Jo bhi chahe kahiye, jo bhi chahe kahiye

Tum aaj mere liye ruk jao, rut bhi hai furasat bhi hai
Tumhe na ho na sahi, mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
Mohabbat ki ijajat hai, toh chup kyun rahiye
Jo bhi chahe kahiye

Raat akeli hai, bujh gaye diye
Aake mere paas kaano mein mere,
Jo bhi chahe kahiye, jo bhi chahe kahiye

Instead of her reply, the soft music resonated in their warm room. He was surprised to see his wife sashay into the light, clad in only his white shirt. She was wearing a pair of black stockings they had picked for one of her dresses and he could clearly see the red lingerie through the translucent shirt. He shifted in his seat, as she swayed around on the sensuous tunes of the beautiful song. He now recollected the scene from where she had picked up this idea. In one of the movies that they had watched last week, the heroine had danced to a jazz number clad in a similar white shirt. But boy! Khushi was way hotter than whoever that actress was. Every move, every turn, every expression on her face... burst with oomph. Arnav was turned on the moment he had got a glimpse of her, yet he let her lead this little game. As the song ended, she swiftly came and straddled him, moving against his erection. Arnav groaned in helpless surrender, as her lips claimed his.

No words were spoken for the next few minutes... or were it more? The only noise was of delightful moans and of fabric being ripped impassively. They fumbled their way towards the bed. Khushi was wild with passion, as she kissed him heatedly. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she once again straddled him and he let her take the lead. Kissing all across his muscled torso, Khushi sheathed him completely within herself. He cursed as she moved slowly over him. Her hair fluttering wildly around her beautiful face, her eyes glazed with desire, her delicious mouth open to moan in pleasure... she looked celestial. She varied the rhythm, excruciatingly slow to leisurely building up the pace, from where there was no return. He held onto his control, putting her pleasure before his. As the world spun around them in a daze, they clung onto each other in pure ecstasy. She lay sprawled over him, their breathing slowly coming back to normal.

Arnav ran his hand over her smooth back, kissing her hair. "That was so hot... angel. I can't believe what just happened," he whispered into her hair. She shifted closer, hiding her blushing face against his chest. She could not believe it herself either. In her plan to please and entice her husband, she had acted so brazenly and out of her character. She mumbled uneasily against his chest, "Was it too wonton, Arnav?" Laughter rumbled in the pit of his stomach and he held her chin and made her look into his eyes, speaking earnestly, "I like wonton, Khushi. Makes me thrilled that you want me as much as I want you. I could never get enough of you... samjhi tum? Don't ever doubt yourself... do whatever makes you happy. And if it is going to be this pleasurable to me... I for one have no reason to complain." Saying that he rolled her over, bending over to kiss her deeply. His kisses turned wild, as he bit and suckled her flesh. Soon both of them were ready for round two of this sexy game, as Arnav took the lead to transport them into oblivion. It was much later in the night, when their bodies were satiated with intense lovemaking that they made their way to the dinner table.

Arnav and Khushi grudgingly left the stunning chalet, a couple of days later. They had made the most amazing memories here, and he had promised her, that they would visit this place in summer the next time. He wanted to show her the vast green meadows and the shimmering lake. A quick flight had transported them from natures lap into the fashion hub of the world. Paris... as Khushi looked through the tinted window of their luxurious car, seeing the artistic streets buzzing like a livewire. It was their last destination, and as promised, Arnav had let her decide on their plan. She had mentally started making a list of things she wanted to buy for their families and friends. She also had to buy stuff for the Ashadaan children. So shopping seemed like the main agenda in this city, along with a lot of delicious food that awaited them.

The view of the Eiffel Tower from their hotel suite was breathtaking. She admired Arnav's great taste in everything he had arranged so far. He had planned their entire honeymoon, keeping in mind her likes and preferences. She finally donned on the beautiful dresses they had bought in London, as they made their way through the streets of Paris. It was the city that symbolized love and Khushi definitely saw love all around. The couples that walked around hand-in-hand, made Khushi shift closer into Arnav's body with sigh and dreaminess in her eyes. The world around her had never been more beautiful as she relished the French cuisine at small cafes and the delicious desserts at various patisseries. They had one dinner at Le Jules Verne, the restaurant on the second level of the Eiffel Tower. The view of the shimmering city was breathtaking and Arnav and Khushi enjoyed their wonderful time, adding one more jewel into their bank of memories.

By the end of their honeymoon, Khushi was extremely contended, happy and anxious to go back home. She had started feeling home sick and the urge to eat maa ke haath ka paratha's had made her miserable. Arnav laughed to see her scurrying around their suite, stuffing all the crazy shopping into their bags. Her excitement was infectious and he too couldn't wait to head back home to start his life as a newly wedded man. He stopped her midway from one of her tasks and pulled her closer, kissing her deliciously. "Khushi... I love you so much," he said with so much feeling that she hugged him close to herself. "I love you too Arnav... these few weeks have been the best days of my life... and you know what?" she drew back, making him raise an eyebrow curiously. "I can't wait to begin my life with you. You have made it complete in a sense you will never know. I now have relationships of my own, a family who is mine to love and a home that is going to welcome me everytime I ring the doorbell." He smiled at her with all the love he felt for the gorgeous woman in front of him. He pulled in his wife for another kiss. They made a beautiful picture, with the romantic Eiffel Tower in the background. This frame could easily pass off as a picture from a fairytale romance... citing the happily every after. However, only Arnav and Khushi new how real this journey had been.

Epilogue 2