Chapter 25
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[NOCOPY]
RECALLING ARNAV - II
Part 24
Section 2 (Last Part)
Arnav nuzzled her ear and throat and ran his warm hands down the slender lines of her straight back.
Khushi trembled and hung on tighter to her husband.
He rubbed his nose against her cheek and moved closer to her lips. Before she knew it, her lips were his, trapped, captured, captivated by his hard ones.
Khushi gasped.
Arnav, a good businessman, knew how to make the most of opportunities. He dived in deeper, tasting the nectar hidden by her plump, pink curves.
"Khushi..." he whispered as he came up for air a long time later.
Khushi tightened her hold around his neck and pulled his head down to quell the demands of her hungry lips.
He obliged happily, loving her need for him, stoking the fire in her till she burned as he did. Her fingers roamed over his back, her nails clawing at his muscles in a frenzy of need, clutching the soft, fine cloth of his T-shirt.
"Khushi..." he whispered against her collar bone.
Her fingers ran through his silky, unruly hair. Her low moan filled the air.
"Khushi?" His low-voiced question held uncertainty and the willingness to let her decide where they went from that point. The choice was hers.
Khushi looked in to his molten eyes, alight with a strange expression. The fire of passion had blended with the tenderness of an all-consuming love to make the orbs gleam with an irresistible need to make her his, to lose himself in her. The rightness of their love, the inevitability of their relationship, the strength of their love struck her heart that moment and brought moisture to her eyes.
"Khushi? Khushi... what is wrong?' he asked, worried, upset at her tears. He had reduced her to tears too many times in their convoluted and complicated life together and wanted no more of it.
"I love you, Arnavji," Khushi whispered, her eyes firmly on his surprised ones.
"I know," he managed to croak after a long pause.
Khushi tried to smile.
"I don't deserve your love... or your forgiveness," he said seriously. "But I am glad that you have a heart big enough to give us a second chance, Khushi, to see the best in others, to hope for a future."
Khushi did not bother to reply. She walked in to him, lodging her legs between his spread ones. She cupped his nape and pulled his head down to hers.
"Khushi," he whispered the paean against her lips before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to their warm bed.
A long time later Arnav woke up.
He was lying on his side by Khushi, his arm outstretched so that she could rest her head on it. Khushi was lying on her back, close to him, her eyes open. The blanket covered them in its warm and cosy comfort.
"Khushi," he whispered against her hair, his eyes on her pensive face.
"Arnavji..." she began softly, stopping to swallow the boulder in her throat before continuing. "I used to dream that you were touching me..." she murmured, "...even when I couldn't remember my family." Her direct gaze rested on his moved eyes. "What is this love, Arnavji, that can penetrate through the mist of my memory loss, drag me back from oblivion, tug at my heart even when I couldn't recognise you, make me know and yearn for your touch even when I couldn't remember your name?" Her question was genuine, her confusion as real as her.
Arnav pulled her closer in to his hold. "I don't know, Khushi. I can only say that..." he rested his lips on the hollow at the base of her neck and continued to whisper, "...you are a miracle I didn't know I was waiting for, didn't know I deserved."
Khushi swallowed hard.
"If you ever leave this house, Khushi, take me with you. I don't want to see another moment in my life when you are not with me," Arnav pleaded against her skin. Khushi felt the saline wetness of his tear on her neck.
"Devi Maiyya has given you to me, Arnavji. And she has filled your arms with me. I didn't know before... now I know," Khushi whispered.
"Whatever happens in the future, Khushi, we face it together," he promised. "Together for a lifetime."
Khushi smiled tenderly at him. Her eager arms circled his bare shoulders and she raised her bare torso towards the hard warmth of his.
"Is it time for us to wake up?" Arnav asked, desperately praying that it wasn't so.
"The sun can wait for us today, Arnavji," Khushi whispered against his hard lips. "I can't wait any more for you. We have wasted too much time apart as it is."
Arnav smiled in agreement as his eager lips and arms savoured his wife and he revelled in her love.
The End
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Darlings, I will be writing a few OSes on the many ways in which a sanki Khushi Kumari Gupta manages to make her clumsy way in to khadoos ASR's life. I hope you enjoy them in the coming weeks.
With loads of love,
Smita
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