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Part 1
Khushi was in the bathroom, angrily trying to latch the hooks on her blouse which were refusing to button up. She kept yanking, trying to stand parallel to the mirror so she could see her back and where her hands were going with the latches on her blouse. If only Arnav was here, he would willingly help me with this, she thought with a smirk. Thinking about her absent husband made her even more anger then she was already. Pulling at the latches as a final attempt, she finally got them hooked on to the blouse. Looking herself up and down in the bathroom mirror, she made her way into their bedroom.
As she walked in, she saw a towel lying on the bed, Probably from this morning when he took a shower and sprinted out the door!
"How dare he?! Today is Payal jiji and Akash jiju's reception day! And what did he do? He ran away to his wonderland, before I even woke up. He can fool Anjali Di by saying he has important work to do, but what does he take me for? A fool!?! Come on! It's Sunday! Off course he has nothing important to do, the most important thing that he had to do was to find a way to come late to the reception. This man, I tell you. He is going to drive me crazy one day, " Khushi grumbled to herself as she picked up the towel and went back to the bathroom to put it away.
"And you would think he would care about what I think, but no! I know why you want to be late Mr. Raizada. Did you think I wouldn't know? I am your wife you know. I know you like the back of my hand, and I must say, you really need more clever ways to get people to do what you want. Running away from the situation and not coming home early is not going to get you out of this one mister," Khushi told herself determinedly as she walked over to their closet.
She yanked the see through doors open, grabbing the jewelry box she had picked out to match her saree. Looking at the time, she also grabbed his sherwaani and gently placed on the king size bed as she made her way to her dresser which had all of her accessories placed on them.
Sitting down she said to herself, "Now he will have to wear the sherwaani! I even put it out for him and seriously how long does it take to wear a sherwaani? Maybe a little longer than normal for him since he never wears them, hence is out of practice, but still only about five minutes. He won't be too late to the reception!"
She set down the box she was holding and opened it up. Looking at the jewelry admiringly, she reached to take one of the earrings out so she could wear it. Her hand stopped in shock when she felt two cold hands on hers, taking the earring that she was holding gently. She looked up into the mirror, knowing already who the owner of the hands was. Her eyes met her husband's as she stared at him looking at first her and then slowly at the earring he had extracted from her hand.
"It takes as long to change into a sherwaani as long as it takes for you to change jaan," he told her matter of factly, finding the earring in his hand more interesting than his wife who had now turned around and was looking up at him.
She took his hands in her own and tried to get the earring that he was holding away from him. Khushi had a reception to attend and she was not going to be late like someone. Her face turned into an angry pout when he refused to let go of the earring. Looking up, she saw that he was watching her with a smirk on his face, having fun at her expense.
"Arnav please stop. I need to get dressed and you are definitely not helping. May I please have my earring back?" Khushi asked sweetly knowing that if she did not ask kindly, he would say no to her right on the spot.
"Arrey jaan, if you need to get dressed you could have told me! Here let me help you, "he replied cunningly. He put both of his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stand up, pressed right up to him.
"What'!? What are you doing Arnav!? I am going to be late!" Khushi whined as she tried to get out of the steel grip in which her husband was holding her.
"Ssshhh," he whispered as he brought his head down to see her ear better. Slowly, he took the earring he had in his hand, and put it on her ear, leaving a hot breathed kiss behind.
Khushi shuddered underneath his touch, all thoughts about the reception leaving her at the moment. All that mattered was her husband was trying to seduce her in the middle of the day, while we have guests over! Snapping out of her thoughts, she quickly pushed him away from her so she could think straight.
"Arnav! Koi dekh liya toh?!" Khushi asked astonished by his shameless behavior.
"So, why do I care? I am in my house, in my bedroom, with my wife! I don't care if people see! We are married you know, which means the people you are talking about are already aware of the fact that we are not just husband and wife in the society but tan se bhi," Arnav argued as if he was in a lawsuit, bending slightly so he could pick up the other earring in the jewelry box.
"Arnav!" she exclaimed, completely flabbergasted by his shameless attitude.
"Yes jaan, that is my name. Off course you would know that since you have a tendency to scream it out all the time at night," he breathed into her other ear as he put on the earring on that ear as well. Slowly he traced his finger down from her ear to her neck where he danced around the collar bone for a while until he bent down for the bite.
Softly, he kissed her the exposed part of her shoulder, moving the pallu of the saree she was wearing away so he could have more access to his property. She resisted him a bit in the beginning since he could feel her wanting to move back, but his arms had already made sure that she would be going nowhere. And anyway, who can resist Arnav Singh Raizada for long? Surely not Kushi Singh Raizada.
She was now pulling at his hair as she always did when he assaulted her like this. It is surprising I am not bald yet! If she keeps this up, I will be a very unattractive old man. Reluctantly he pulled away from her before he got too carried away, knowing that she would allow him all of the pleasures now but would hate him for life if he made her late to her own jiji's reception.
Slipping his hand down from her waist, he picked up the necklace from the jewelry box. Turning her around to face the mirror he brought all of her hair on to one side of her shoulder and gently put the necklace where it belonged. Bringing his head down, he kissed the latch of the necklace which was sitting on the top of her neck. Quickly he latched the necklace up so it wouldn't fall as he moved his head lower to the clasps on her blouse which were the only things that were keeping the light fabric up and covering her.
She shivered as his mouth went down her spine, leaving trails of hot kisses which were showing her how intense his need to have her was. Feeling his hands on the clasps on her blouse, Khushi snapped out of her moment of weakness and quickly moved away from him.
"Arnav yeh aap' Aap bhi na' Matlab' I am going before I am late," she muttered to him, flustered by his power over her.
She started to move away from him when he grabbed her arm. Turning her around to face him he walked up closer to her so his breathe was blowing right on top of her nose.
"Tum yeh bhool gaye," he breathed out, bringing out a small red box from behind him.
"Kya?!" Khushi looked at him in horror as she quickly leaped for the box to fix her error but Arnav was too fast for her and he moved the box out of her reach.
Removing the lid, he took a pinch of the sindhoor and filled her maang as he had done the day of their marriage. Looking into her eyes, he saw the same shyness, the same desire, the same love he had seen that beautiful day. She was always going to love him unconditional and he knew that very well. Well I am too! It's not like I go around looking at other women! She would probably kill me or the females if she found me looking at anyone else!
"Now may I go?" Khushi asked trying to get out of his grip before he started to try to take over again.
"Wah Mrs. Raizada. Aren't you very selfish?!" he said, loving the small frown that had now come up on her face.
"Selfish? Selfish!? Did you just call me Selfish!?!?" Khushi countered, trying to make sure she had heard her husband clearly.
"Yes! You are selfish! You only think about yourself!" he replied, smirking at her reaction to his one comment.
"How am I selfish Mr. Raizada?" Khushi asked curiously, not sure where he was taking this.
"You are so selfish in so many ways, that I do not even know where to start!" Arnav replied, picking up the arm he was holding and the one on her side and placing it around his neck. He then placed his arms back where they belonged, around her waist.
"I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Raizada. Do explain," Khushi responded and she moved closer to him to be more comfortable.
"Well," Arnav said as he bent his head to kiss her irresistible lips, "I helped you dress did I not?" he questioned with his mouth right over her lips.
"Yes'?" Khushi asked hesitantly, not sure where he was taking this.
"So since I helped you, shouldn't you stay here and help me dress too?" he asked, finally giving into the temptation and kissing her softly with passion.
They stood there kissing each other, as if their lives depended on it until somebody knocked on the door. Startled Khushi pushed on his chest to make some distance between them.
"Aap bhi na," she exclaimed, exasperated by his playful behavior.
"Kya? Hamesha daat thi raheti ho!" Arnav pouted, trying away from her to make it seem like he was mad.
Khushi looked at him, smiling knowingly. Walking over to the bed, she picked up the sherwaani she had bought for him and brought it to him. Turning him around to face her, she put the clothes in his hands giving him strict instructions to come down fast.
"It will happen faster', If I had help," Arnav persisted in a low husky voice.
"Arnav!!" she wailed, running out of the room before he got hold of her again.
Arnav watched her retreating back, chuckling to himself. Oh some things never change. We have been married for so long and she still behaves like a newlywed bride. Though I do like the way she shies away, he thought to himself, smirking as he entered the bathroom.
Khushi ran downstairs, completely baffled by her husband's strange behavior as days went by. Look at him! He is so besharm! I am going to be late due to him! I even have to go to the kitchen to manage everything. She walked into the kitchen, still beet red from what had happened upstairs.
After looking at everything to make sure things were perfect, she went back out to the living room just in time to see him coming down. He was looking stunning, the sherwaani only making him even more delectable. When she saw his eyes on her, she looked away embarrassed at being caught by him in her moment of awe. What the?! He is my husband! I have the haq. I will stare all I want.
With that in mind, she looked back at him. Her eyes traced over every stitch of his sherwaani, thinking about how it fit him so well. The colors of his clothes were complimentary to her own, since she had bought them both at the same time. He was walking in with an air of arrogance, attracting every eye in the room to look up at him, though none bothered to admire him the way Khushi was. Or that is what she thought anyway'
A group of ladies were also looking at the handsome hunk, who was descending from heaven itself! They were awed by the beauty that had been bestowed upon their presence. They had never thought that there were such men in real life! Hot men were only on T.V. or in movies!! Accept this one'
"Well he is walking alone, so I bet he is single!" one of the ladies said with a smile on her face as she turned slightly to face her other companions.
Let the war commence!
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Index:
Part 1- Pg. 1
Part 2- Pg. 13 Link
Part 3- Pg. 22 Link
Part 4- Pg. 31 Link
Part 5- Pg. 42 Link
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