Chapter 17
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[MEMBERSONLY]
[NOCOPY]
SAVING KHUSHI
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Part 8
On their way to the dhaba, Arnav and Khushi stopped at a small studio and made arrangements for their wedding photos to be developed & handed over to them by 10 the next morning.
Then they strolled hand in hand, beneath the benevolent eyes of a smiling moon. They had left the garlands in the temple, not wanting to attract undue attention at the dhaba.
Arnav unlocked the room, and stood aside to let Khushi enter.
"O Puttar!" the hostess bellowed. "Here is your dinner! I have made sabzi without any chilly for this handome munda, your husband!" she chuckled.
Arnav & Khushi smiled at her, Khushi blushing as she took the tray from her.
"Haiyye, you look so beautiful! Badi saj dhaj ke mandir gayi thi, with your husband!" the lady teased Khushi.
The newly-married couple flushed slightly, thankful for the dim light.
"You leave the dishes outside the door after dinner tonight, Puttar!" the lady instructed Khushi. "Some hard-drinking launde have come to the dhaba from some college! Bitu's father is handling them. I don't want their eyes to fall on you." The lady turned away to go back to her kitchen muttering, "Haiyyo Rabba! Pata nahi college mein aaj kal kya sikhaya jaata he! Peene keliye college jaane ki kya jaroorat he?"
Arnav shut the door after their kind hostess and looked at Khushi standing behind him with the tray in her hand.
He took the tray from her and set it down on the low table.
"Shall we have dinner?" he drawled in his husky voice.
Khushi's heart skipped a beat. What else could her poor dil do when Arnavji spoke in his very, very attractive voice, and that too in a dimly lit bedroom... on their suhaagraat?
She stared at him with rapt eyes, lost.
"Khushi...?" Arnav called, laughter hidden in his voice.
"Ji...?" Khushi woke up from her dream of dark nights and an irresistible voice.
"Dinner..."
"Ji..." Khushi quickly moved to the table to set out the tableware, hiding her blush at her wandering mind.
"...for now..." his wicked voice was very suggestive.
Khushi dropped a glass. It fell harmlessly on to the carpeted floor with a thud.
"Dhyan se..." Arnav warned, his tone revealing how much he was enjoying this.
Khushi pursed her lips. How dare he tease her so? She concentrated on the food.
She filled his plate and handed it over to him. He refused to take it from her, a mulish look on his face, a naughty light in his eyes...
She frowned.
"Let's share a plate." Arnav suggested.
Khushi looked at him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Arnav hid his smile and moved to sit very close to her.
Khushi held out the plate for him to take the first bite.
"You feed me." Arnav demanded, his tone seductive, his voice fatal to any woman's self-restraint.
Khushi swallowed hard.
She looked at him with wary eyes. He was waiting. Waiting impatiently, but still waiting.
She broke off a piece of roti, dipped it in the sabzi, and held it to his lips. He parted the sinful lips and wrapped them around her fingers as he took the morsel from her.
Khushi gasped and pulled back her hand as though she had stuck it in an electrical socket.
"Kya hua, Khushi?" he asked casually, after swallowing the food. His rapt eyes noted her shallow breathing, the pulse thundering at the base of her throat, her quivering lips...
"Nothing..." Khushi whispered.
"Sure?" he asked.
Khushi nodded, looking down at the plate.
To her shock, a large masculine hand came in to her line of vision, broke off a piece of roti, soaked it in sabzi, and brought it to her mouth. He held the food at her lips, and looked at her amazed eyes, waiting for her to part her lips.
Khushi parted surprised lips. He placed the food in her mouth, and on his way out, lightly caressed her plump lower lip with a hard finger.
Khushi choked.
Arnav, the most concerned husband on earth, rubbed her back gently, taking careful note of how many doris he had to undo to stroke her skin of her back and where the doris were tied...
Khushi tried to shake off his hand on her back, and inched away from him. He moved closer on the sofa.
"Your turn." Arnav reminded her.
Khushi gulped as she took the next morsel to his waiting lips with shaking fingers.
This time, he licked her fingers. Khushi almost dropped the plate.
She pushed the plate on to his lap, and jumped up.
"Hamein bhook nahin he! Aap khayiye!" she muttered on her way away from him.
Arnav hid his smile as he discarded the plate, and joined her in washing hands.
Khushi quickly stacked the plates and cups on the tray and left it outside their room.
She shut the door.
"Lock it, Khushi..." Arnav said softly, standing a few feet behind her.
Khushi's breath caught in her chest. Swallowing nervously, Khushi pushed the bolt home, her fingers trembling. She turned around to see Arnavji standing at an arm's distance from her, his eyes on her flushed face. Khushi could feel heat emanating from her cheeks and ears.
Arnav took the few steps towards her.
He lifted his arm and ran a gentle finger down her cheek, loving the feel of the creamy, soft skin.
Her throat muscles worked to swallow.
"Last time... Khushi, do you remember, I lifted you and carried you in here, telling everyone that we were going to celebrate our honeymoon?"
Khushi could only nod.
The darkness and Arnavji's low voice were doing things to her spine. His voice had to be banned if she had to remain sane.
"I was angry then... because I felt you had manipulated me in to staying here that night with your dramatics..."
Khushi had to nod. Every word he spoke was true. She had tried to reason with him, but it hadn't worked. So she had resorted to manipulating him with the help of the uncle & aunty at the dhaba. For his good. What if he had gone alone to Nainital?
With no phone.
On a hartal day.
After fainting that morning?
Who would have taken care of him if he had fallen on the way?
Khushi opened her mouth to defend herself, but his whisper silenced her.
"I was angry... because my anger was my only defence against you, because my anger was the only thing protecting you from being ravished that night..."
Khushi stared at him with eyes that resembled saucers.
"Trapped in a honeymoon suite... far away from the world we knew... a whole world that believed that we were married and on our honeymoon... and the worst temptation of all, you in a bridal lehenga, looking irresistible, like a dream come true, not letting me push you away, looking at me with worried eyes as I said I would leave alone... not able to hide how much you cared for me..."
Khushi fell back against the door.
"Now we are really married. Actually on our honeymoon..." Arnav said suggestively, smiling at her nervousness.
Khushi stared at him, speechless.
"I promised you a honeymoon here last time, didn't I?" he asked, taking hold of her trembling hand and bringing it to his lips. He pressed hard lips to the soft skin of her palm.
"Why are you trembling, Khushi?" he murmured.
"Nothing..." Khushi whispered as she pulled her hand away from his light hold and almost ran to the open window to look out at the dark sky with a full moon. A gentle breeze ruffled the strands of silky hair falling across her cheek. She stood there panting, her heart thundering. Khushi clutched her hands to her tummy, trying to quell the panic in her.
The need to be with her husband prompted her to throw herself in to his arms. But the fear of the unknown and the wild sensations overwhelming her as he came close to her stopped her.
She felt him come to stand behind her.
He touched her hands resting against her thighs, and gently, taking his own sweet time, trailed his fingers over the sensitive skin of her hands, over her bangles, up her arms, moving towards her shoulders at a leisurely pace... as if he had all night... well, he did.
Khushi shuddered.
Arnav looked at her shut eyes and heaving chest, her parted lips and her clenched fists with acute pleasure, his eyes noting every detail about her, taking intense delight in looking at her freely as he had always wanted to... Now she was his, just as he was hers. They had every right over each other, and no one on earth could stop them tonight. Or any other night. Or day.
His loving fingers travelled over her shoulders, gently touching her nape and ears. Khushi's head fell back on her neck to lie against his shoulder.
Arnav breathed in deep to calm his galloping pulse and gently lowered his head to kiss her arched neck. She trembled violently in his hold.
"Khushi..." he breathed against her throat.
Khushi turned and threw herself in to his arms. She locked her arms around his shoulders, hiding her face in his neck, inhaling the fragrance of his skin deep in to her lungs. His hands touched her bare waist, the sari giving him ample opportunities to indulge in his longing.
"Ar..nav..ji..." she whispered brokenly.
"Hhmmm...?" came his spine-tingling query.
She tightened her hold around his shoulders, and lay gasping against him. Her heart beat against his, in tandem.
Slowly, she moved slightly away and ran a curious hand over his chest. Yes, his heart was racing. Just like hers. She placed her ear against his heart. The dhak dhak was deafening.
So... so whatever was happening to her was happening to him too... She cheered up instantly. So it was not all one-sided. Just as his closeness to her was sending her senses hurtling in all directions like mad, her closeness was affecting him too.
To test her surmise, Khushi kept her right hand on his heart and moved forward to press her soft, plump lips to his Adam's apple. His heart beat picked up its pace.
Khushi looked at his clenched jaw and flared nostrils with great curiosity. Slowly, she touched his jaw with her lips and felt him tremble. She looked in to his eyes with wonder in hers.
"Khushi..." Arnav whispered, his eyes taking in her beauty, heightened by the mellow light of the moon, the delight in her eyes at his helpless response to her touch...
She stood waiting, trapped by the need in his eyes, a similar need burning within her.
"You are so beautiful!" he paid homage to her ethereal beauty.
"Only in your eyes, Arnavji..." she whispered. "When you look at me... I feel beautiful, precious... as if I am the only girl on earth..."
Arnav bent to kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, slowly moving towards her lips. His hands cupped her face, holding her in place for the pleasures to come.
His kisses in the cow-shed had prepared her for what was to come, the fireworks that would go off as soon as his lips met hers, the tingle that would spread through her body as he moved his lips softly against hers, the fire that would burn her as he plundered the depths of her mouth, tasting her as though she were nectar and he a bee...
They were both panting as he lifted his lips off hers. His eyes burned in to hers, singeing her with his passion... His need for her and her rising desire for him pricked their skin like a thousand needles...
"Khushi...your hair... I want to touch it..." he whispered his need.
Her trembling fingers went to her plait and quickly released her dark, silky fall of hair from its tie. It fell around her shoulders and down her back.
Arnav gathered the silky locks in his hands, crushing the strands in his fingers, loving the rich feel of her tresses against his callused skin. He dropped a kiss on her head, breathing in her jasmine fragrance.
His fingers trailed to her ears and removed her simple earrings. She shuddered at his scorching touch. Arnav focused on her parted lips.
His hands moved down her arms, and got rid of the bangles, one by one. She trembled in longing, craving his closeness, her body feeling cold when it was not pressed against the warmth of his... She clutched the neck of his shirt, spreading her fingers on the bare skin of his chest exposed by the single button that was out of its hole.
Arnav obeyed her unsaid plea, and moved his fingers to the buttons of his shirt. Expertly, he unbuttoned them, letting the two flaps hang loose, exposing the centre of his masculine chest.
Khushi drew in her breath sharply, almost melting in excitement. She swayed on her feet, buffeted by the waves of a passion she had little previous knowledge of.
Arnav caught her by her shoulders and gently turned her to face away from him. He stroked away her hair over her shoulder, and slowly untied the dori at her neck.
Khushi moaned, unable to hold back her response to his searing touch.
Breathing heavily, Arnav sent his fingers to travel over the exposed expanse of her back, branding her with his touch. They latched on to the second dori at her waist.
Khushi swayed on unsteady limbs.
He pulled at the dori. The tie fell open.
Khushi swung around and took refuge in his ready arms, their hearts throbbing in unison, both of them breathing heavily, moved by a passion neither could control. Khushi lay crushed against his bare chest, her hands wrapped around his waist under the shirt. Her fingers clutched at his back, kneading the muscles helplessly, caught in the fire of love. Wanting to feel more of his skin, without any barriers, Khushi pushed the shirt away from his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
Arnav swallowed.
He bent to lift her in his arms, and moved towards the bed.
Khushi looked in to his ardent, passionate eyes, and curled her arms tighter around him.
Arnav laid his wife on their bed, letting her head rest on the pillow. He lowered his lips to taste the fine skin of her neck...
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