Chapter 27
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[MEMBERSONLY]
[NOCOPY]
SAVING KHUSHI
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Part 13
Khushi woke up, blinking her eyes at dawn. Dim light filtered in to the room, giving it a golden hue.
She turned her head to look at Arnavji's dear face, relaxed in sleep. He looked younger, innocent, vulnerable... the frown lines on his face were invisible... He looked almost carefree.
Khushi's throat constricted with tears at the thought of the many burdens this man had to shoulder day in and day out.
She put out a tender hand to smooth away the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead.
At her touch, his eyes flickered open and rested on her beautiful face.
"Khushi..." he whispered, his eyes melting with happiness as though he had just sighted his heart's desire. A gentle smile stretched the sinfully delicious contours of his lips.
Khushi's lips reciprocated.
He turned and lugged her in to his empty arms, holding her imprisoned against his hard chest.
"Arnavji... chodiye..." Khushi whispered, bashful.
"Khushi... we are husband and wife now." Arnav smiled. "Even Laxmi can't part us now." He rubbed his strong nose against the patrician length of hers.
She giggled.
His smile widened.
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He looked down at the fine features and the creamy skin of his wife, the twinkle in her eyes, the smile on her plump lips...
"Khushi, you like flowers, don't you?" he whispered.
"J..j..i..i..." Khushi stammered.
He stretched his hand and pulled a red rose from the floral arrangement on the side table.
"Now tell me how you like this rose..." His wicked whisper sent a thrill down her spine.
He touched her forehead with the fragrant petals of the rose.
Her eyes fell shut in an avalanche of pleasure. Her lips parted to draw in air.
Arnav swallowed seeing her helpless surrender on her face. Gently, he moved the rose down the bridge of her nose to touch her lips.
Khushi trembled in his hold.
Arnav moved the soft petals along the curve of her lips, the scented petals kissing the pink folds of her lips as he wanted to do.
Khushi gasped for air.
He moved the rose to stroke her cheeks and the lobes of her ears, and travelled down her jawline to touch her pointed chin with his weapon of torture.
Khushi panted in the perfect silence of the room.
He moved the rose down the length of her neck. She struggled to swallow, her throat muscles protesting against the nervous movement.
He rested the lucky flower in the hollow at the base of her throat, and waited.
Khushi's eyelashes lifted to find out the reason for the pause in the slow seduction of her senses. Her needy eyes looked in to his fiery, burning ones.
"Khushi..." His hot breath burned the skin of her throat as he threw the rose away and replaced it with his hard, passionate lips.
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