Chapter 6

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Arnav & Khushi OS: I love you, Khushi

Part 6

Khushi squirmed, trying to push him away, but he held firm.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. "You think I can kiss you like this when I don't love you, Khushi?" he whispered against her temple.

Khushi tried to free herself.

His lips moved to her eyebrows. "Do you know how much I love you, Khushi?"

"No." Khushi said.

"Let me tell you." he murmured against her cheek, his hot breath blanching the soft skin there.

"I love your naughty nosepin." He kissed it repeatedly. "It winks at me, beckoning me close."

Khushi trembled.

"Your ears." He paid homage to them. "They tempt me to bite them."

Khushi jerked in shock as he followed through with his threat.

"Your lips. Even when you are angry with me, they tempt me to kiss them."

Khushi tried to turn her head away, but ASR's determined lips captured hers and tasted their swollen softness.

He licked her chin. "Your chin challenges me to best you."

Khushi tried to push him away, but he caught hold of her arms and twisted them around her back, pulling her closer to him.

"Your neck. I love to kiss it, Khushi, to breathe in the jasmine scent of your skin." His tongue tasted the taut line of her arched throat.

"Arnavji!" Khushi gasped.

"I love the way your breath catches when you gasp my name, Khushi," he breathed against her plump lips.

He dragged her hair away from her nape. The silky strands clung to his loving fingers.

"I love your hair, Khushi. I dream of it. I dream that it is covering my face like a waterfall of silk." He licked her fuller lower lip.

His fingers located the zip at the back of the anarkali and pulled it down... slowly.

Khushi shivered.

"I love the way you shiver when I undress you, Khushi. The way your heart starts beating faster against mine. The way you pant. The way your fingers clutch my shoulders, your nails biting in to my flesh..."

Khushi's fingers tightened their hold on his shoulders.

His warm fingers caressed the expanse of her back left uncovered by the open zip.

Khushi shuddered and hid her face in the crook of his neck, leaning against him for support, her trembling limbs taking support from his.

"I love the way you hide your face against my neck, Khushi." he whispered against her ear, his fingers roaming as and where they willed.

He tugged at the gaping folds of the anarkali and slid it down her shoulders, her arms, and off her.

"The lights." Khushi whispered, her face against his neck, her bosom heaving.

"And your shyness. I love your shyness, Khushi." He lifted Khushi and laid her on the bed. He moved away to dim the lights.

He joined her on their bed, his fingers trailing over her curves, making her moan and squeal in a lady-like manner.

"I love the sound you make, Khushi. So soft in the beginning, and loud later." He devoted himself to increasing the volume of her involuntary groans.

He freed her off the cumbersome weight of her clothes.

Khushi tried to drag his waistcoat off him. He obliged.

"I love it when you want to tear my clothes off, Khushi."

Khushi pulled at the buttons of his shirt. He tore it off and shed it on the floor.

Khushi's fingers lovingly traced over the muscles of his chest and arms, sliding down to his waist and back, unable to stop herself.

"I love it when you touch me, Khushi. I love the feel of your hands on me, Khushi," he murmured against her lips.

Khushi tugged at the belt of his trousers. He obliged.

All night, he paid homage to his wife's body and met her demands, laying bare his need for her. His vulnerability to her. His desperate, voracious passion for her and only her, his desire for his wife, his love.

"Listen to my heart, Khushi." he said softly.

Khushi placed her ear on his chest.

"It is telling you that I love you."

Khushi smiled.

"The day I lose you, Khushi, it will stop beating."

Khushi lifted her head to look in to his serious eyes.

"Don't ever tell me that I don't love you, Khushi."

She felt her eyes fill.

"I lack manners. I am too angry for my own good. I have a nasty tongue. I am impatient, arrogant, a workaholic. Accuse me all of these, Khushi, and more. But don't say that I don't love you."

Khushi nodded.

They slept in each other's arms, exhausted after a night of loving.

Dawn peeped in through the curtains, throwing light on ASR's face. He blinked and looked around, seeing Khushi sleeping with her head on his chest. The events of the night rushed through his head.

Khushi stretched and opened her eyes.

"Arnavji..." she whispered with a catch in her voice.

"I love you, Khushi."

"I know."

"I won't let you forget it again. I will repeat it till you believe it, till it becomes part of your breath, your dhadkan, till you can never doubt me again."

Khushi swallowed.

"I thought loving you was enough. I didn't know that I had to show it too. I didn't know that saving love in my heart without showing it to you would get me in to so much trouble."

Khushi smiled, cupping his face in her palms.

"Happy New Year, Khushi."

"Happy New Year, Arnavji."

"The first day of the rest of our lives together," ASR said with satisfaction.

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