Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - 28th Nov 2025
Bigg Boss 19 - Daily Discussion Topic - 29th Nov 2025 - WKV
VIDYA KA PLAN 29.11
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"Khushi,it's a tropical island. I doubt you will have much need for sarees and suits. Pack light please."
Khushi pouted and stuck her tongue out at his back. "I saw that" he replied and she quietly bit her tongue. They had been married a couple of months and at the insistence of his sister they were going on a honeymoon. Their first journey together as husband and wife. Their flight was the day after tomorrow but Khushi was super excited, her first journey on a plane.
"Chamkeeli, its Tahiti. Surely you arnt thinking of wearing suits and sarees in Bora Bora?" Lavanya screamed over the phone and rolled her eyes at the innocence of her sweet friend. "I'll pick you up, we'll go shoppin. Fine." She hung up.
"Suniye, who aapne hume jo credit card diya than na?" she was fiddling with the ends of her pallu, he looked up to meet her gaze,
"Lavanya ji keh rahi thi ke shopping jana hai. mujhe ek do cheez kharidna hai. main usse use kar sakti hoon kya?" Part of him was disappointed that she felt the need to ask to spend the money, but another part was very touched at her innocence at the gesture. She mistook his silence and rushed to add "zyada kuch nahi,bus kuch kapde"
A half smile played across his lips, "Khushi, that credit is yours. Spend whatever you like. Mujhe koi hissaab nahi chaiye. Lavanya bhi jaa rahi hai tumhare saat?"
"Haan. Thank you." She said softly and left the room. Arnav picked up the phone and dialled Lavanya.
"Don't worry ASR, I will make sure she gives your credit card a good workout! I swear you owe me big time. You need to find me a guy who thinks the way you do ' but without the attitude."
"The attitude makes the man sweetheart." He hung up. She smiled into the phone. ASR was much better as a true friend than as a lover, she decided. For herself atleast.
The girls shopped to Lavanya's hearts content. Khushi mostly freaked out and shrieked at the dresses Lavanya made her buy. And the amount Lavanya made her spend. How would she ever explain this to Arnav. All the bags. She was in a right state.
"HELLO HI BYE BYE. What EEJ THISH? Phatti Sari going Shopping and paisa kharcho-ing. Lattery lagi hai ka?" Mami scorned at the amount of Shopping bags Khushi walked in with. Khushi's face fell at the taunt.
Lavanya had done well Arnav chuckled to himself. He saw the brands on the bags and changed his statement, Lavanya had done really well. "Mami, luckily Khushi ko lottery jeetne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main hoon na." He smiled and walked towards Mami and whispered in a low voice in her ear so no one could hear, "Kabhi bhi, Khushi ko phirse phatti sari nahi bulana. Don't forget, Arnav Singh Raizada ki biwi hai woh ab."
"Pura dukaan kharid ke layi ho kya? Tumne to kaha tha zyada shopping nahi karna" he picked up a load of bags from her, enjoying the forlorn look on her face. "haan, main'woh Lavanya ji'"
***
Arnav had made a promise to himself while marrying her, that he would be a proper husband to her. Sure, he was marrying her for the wrong reasons, to save his own sister's marriage but he also knew that what transpired between Shyam and Khushi was not Khushi's fault. She was just as much a victim. So he had decided to marry her, to keep Shyam off her and his sister happy.
He had been a good husband so far, but she was still scared of him. There were duties she fulfilled as a wife and he as a husband. He had made love to her under the hood of darkness. Heard her moan in ecstasy, whisper his name in his ears only to wake up in the morning to watch her don the cloak of formality. He didn't get her.
She un-packed her suitcase removing all the sarees and suits, replacing them with the shopping she had done the previous day with Lavanya. She thought of her husband. She held up a pretty sun dress and couldn't help a tear down her face. She knew why he married her. She was not his type. He was used to models. The boldness, the clothes, the attitude. Ok she had some attitude, but he had sacrificed everything just for his sisters happened. Even being married to a girl like her. What did he even get out of this marriage. She remembered how her buaji had told her submit to her husbands needs. How she had described how a man did some strange things under the cloak of darkness. How to tame the proverbial snake. Her husband was no different, she blushed at intensity of her own desires. Buaji had a terrifying expression on her face when describing all the horrible things a man can do ' but why then did she look forward to being touched by her husband. But she had always insisted on turning the lights off. Perhaps then he wouldn't feel that she was any less than all the other beautiful models. Perhaps then his moans of pleasure would be more real to hers. Perhaps then he wouldn't see the anguish she felt after it was all over and she lay in his arms. She would always wake up before him, shower and pretend as if nothing had transpired. To spare him the pain of having to live with a plain jane for a wife.
But in the darkness she also failed to notice the anguish her husband faced after he had put her his heart and soul into making love to her. He had expressed with his body what he never could in words. But in the dark ' she couldn't see any of that.
***
"Arnav ji, yeh to bilkul ek tasveer jaisi hai" she was in shock at the crystal clear waters that surrounded the tropical heaven. She had seen many photographs,but never ever imagined that such places could actually exist. Much less that she herself would visit such a place.
She ran to the edge of the wharf as they waited for their boat to arrive. The airport terminal was on a pontoon and several honeymoon couples waited for their shuttle boats to ferry them to their respective hotels. She looked around and suddenly felt very conscious of her clothes. She was still in the sari she was wearing when she had boarded the flight. All the other ladies were in shorts, skirts or dresses. She watched her husband as he made some calls, irritated at something. She assumed it was because he was embarrassed to be with her.
"Why isn't it here yet Aman? I gave you my arrival time." Arnav was irritated because the boat wasn't there. He hung up on Aman and made a call to his sister letting her know that they had reached safely. "Chotey, relax, you are on your honeymoon with a beautiful wife who I know you love ' a strange way you have of showing it, but please just have a good time. Give her as many smiles as you have given her tears in the past ' make her forget all the bitterness in the next seven days. Promise me?"
He got off the phone and looked up to see his wife looking a bit uncomfortable. Not getting why he followed her eyes to see she was nervously looking at the people around her. A couple came to try and talk to her. She nervously shook her head, indicating that she did not understand. He walked up to her and asked the couple if he could help.
They spoke in Spanish. He had no idea what they were saying. Khushi looked bewildered. "Arnav ji, hume itna achca angrezi nahi ati hai. Aur inki, kya bolte hai, accent, hume samajh mein nahi arahi hai. Dheere bolte to.." she was again lost in her insecurities. He laughed. She thought it was because of her unsophisticated grasp of the English knowledge.
"Khushi 'they are not speaking in English, so I am not surprised you didn't understand. Spanish. I don't know Spanish. " he shrugged his shoulders at the couple who moved on. He watched his wife lovingly as a smile spread across her face. Just then their boat decided to make a show.
He got off the phone and looked up to see his wife looking a bit uncomfortable. Not getting why he followed her eyes to see she was nervously looking at the people around her. A couple came to try and talk to her. She nervously shook her head, indicating that she did not understand. He walked up to her and asked the couple if he could help.
They spoke in Spanish. He had no idea what they were saying. Khushi looked bewildered. "Arnav ji, hume itna achca angrezi nahi ati hai. Aur inki, kya bolte hai, accent, hume samajh mein nahi arahi hai. Dheere bolte to.." she was again lost in her insecurities. He laughed. She thought it was because of her unsophisticated grasp of the English knowledge.
"Khushi –they are not speaking in English, so I am not surprised you didn't understand. Spanish. I don't know Spanish. " he shrugged his shoulders at the couple who moved on. He watched his wife lovingly as a smile spread across her face. Just then their boat decided to make a show.
***
He tested both the security keys as Khushi ran into the villa. She looked so serene and so pure in complete awe of the place made his heart swell. She was beautiful. He was glad he had picked this place.
She dumped her hand bag and shawl on the bed and ran to the deck. He took their bags to the bedroom and took a change of shorts and a white singlet for himself.
Khushi had suddenly forgotten about her earlier discomfort around all the other beautiful women. She forgot that she was still in a sari, the views were stunning. The place took her breath away. She had always loved the ocean even though she had only limited trips to the seaside. But she was a good swimmer. Payal and her used to often visit Buaji when she lived in Mathura, home of her NandKisore and there she had swam in the Yamuna many times. But this – this was paradise. The water was so clear she could see right down to the bottom. A school of brightly colour tropical fish swam by. She had to dip her feet in.
She stepped slowly on the ladder, just one foot, just to see the temperature. Just as she was about to put a foot in
"WHAT THE….?" Khushi looked up startled, and without realising, slipped and fell backwards into the lap of the warm Pacific with a splash. Arnav ran and jumped straight in, not sure if she could even swim, his mind racing.
He found her easily and held her up by the waist.
"Khushi, tum theek ho? what were you doing?" She held his shoulders and said, "Hum bilkul theek hai, bus paani ko chu na tha"
He realised that she wasn't scared and that she wasn't clutching on to him. She must be a swimmer he decided and loosened his tight hold around her waist, but enjoying the feeling of his wife encircled in his arms. She smiled shyly lowering her gaze "Saari bheeg gayi. Hum change karke aate hai."
He looked down to see what she was talking about, what he saw made his heart rate quicken and felt slightly constricted himself.
His wife floating in his arms in simple dark blue sari. The colour of the sari a brilliant contrast against the turquoise waters. The fabric clinging to her accentuating every curve of her body. Her wet hair hung about her shoulder and her lips, ah her lips. She wriggeled to swim back to the stairs and he stilled her with a firmer hold on her waist and swooped in to capture those lips in a passionate kiss.
Her hands found their way around his neck and he pulled her closer to him. Her heartbeat quickening as she felt his male member press against her. He pushed the pallu off her shoulder and watched as the material floated lazily on the surface of the water, trailing behind her. She slipped her hand under his singlet and pulled it over his head leaving his lips for only a brief second. Arnav pulled at the string of her petticoat and the sari became undone. He furiously worked at her blouse, groaning in annoyance when the material refused to comply at his whim. Eventually he won. Khushi was floatin in black lace underwear. He undid his shorts which floated towards her brilliant blue sari.
He pushed down the straps of her bra and undid the clasp, khushi gasped holding it to her "Koi dekhlega." She whispered. She was suddenly aware of her surroundings. The open ocean. Her very naked and very aroused husband. God he had a great body. A blush creeped across her cheek. Her sudden shyness caught his breath. He realised that he had never really seen her in the light. He had felt those curves enough times to know the intimate feel of his wife's body. But she had always denied him the pleasure of seeing her. He held her arms above her head against the ladder, in the process flinging the black bra back into the pacific and dipped his head under water.
He found her tight nipple and took it in his mouth. He suckled the bud, nipping with his teeth tasting the salt water. His other had pushed down her knickers which once past the knees floated away. He watched her try to fold one leg over another, a vain attempt to cover herself.
He surfaced again to find her head tilted back, holding onto the ladder over her head. He shifted them around, so that she was positioned on the third step. Her breasts jutted over the water and he took a dark pink bud in his mouth again. She held onto his shoulders gasping. "Koi dekhliya toh.." she asked breathlessly. "DO you care?" he buried his head in her neck, trailing wet kisses across her collar and to the top her of chest. She shifted lower and settled on the second run. Now only her shoulders and neck were above the water. She let her hands explore his body. He took a hand and moved it lower, showing her exactly where he wanted to feel her touch.
Her hands closed over his length. He took her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist. He hand on his member sent a new wave of pleasure through him. He touched her centre, teasing her with his member. She cried out in pleasure jerking her head backwards. His hand played with her pert breast whilst the other found its way around her neck, holding on to her as an anchor, kissing her shoulder. Biting down and then soothing the angry red mark with his tongue.
"Arnav please…" she breathed out. "DO YOU CARE?"
She whimpered. His hand left her breast and he pushed a finger gently into her. He leaned into her ear, "Tell me Khushi. Do you care if anyone sees us?"
"No" she barely managed. She didn't cared about the world. Just this moment. She needed to feel him inside of her. He smiled at her, her eyes closed tight, head thrown backwards and in a swift but gentle motion he thrust into her. He rocked her against the ladder and as their rhythm culminated to a frenzied need and their breathless whispers and moans floated in the breeze, the world around them faded away. He rested his forehead against hers, spent. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and shifted to put her head on his shoulder.
This is how beautiful she looked all those nights when she had denied him the pleasure of seeing her. Slowly as their heartbeats returned to normal and they became aware of their surroundings Arnav couldn't help but smile at Khushi's complete bewilderment.
She was naked and had just made love her husband in broad daylight in the middle of the ocean. So much for turning the light off. She pulled him closer to her to shield her own nakedness. His hands drawing lazy circles on her back. "hai Devi Maiyya, humari sari!" Arnav chuckled as they both looked around failing to find a trace of their clothes.
He captured her lips in his own again and whispered playfully.
"Waise tum sari mein kaafi sexy lagti ho." She giggled back against the kiss, "Pagal Laad Governor."
A few hours later they lay spent in the bed when they heard a knock on the door. Arnav pushed her back covering her up with the white sheets "don't you move" he kissed her in warning and wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Sir, some clothes we found floating around. I think your wife was wearing this saari?" a maid smiled as she held a dark blue sari, a petticoat, blouse, bra, knickers, shorts.."
"Aah yes, they must have, err…fallen off the deck." He flashed a beaming smile at her reaching out to take the clothes.
"But ofcourse." The maid smiled knowingly and turned around to bite her lip. With a husband as hot as that – she would probably be picking up a lot of clothes from the water over the next week.
"So Mrs. Raizada, I have your sari back. Now where were we?" he let the towel drop and watched in amusement as his wife's eyes doubled in size. "Like what you see?"
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