Khushi turned off the shower head and stepped to the side to pick up her bath towel hanging nearby. She breathed a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Nothing matched a perfect hot steamy bath to relieve the stress of the body. She patted dry her wet hair and wiped her whole body. The raspberry fragrance shower gel smelled so good on her body, that she couldn't stop from sniffing her arms every five seconds.
There was something very royal and exquisite about that shower gel in the Raizada's house. It smelled a hundred times better than the soaps back in Gupta house or atleast that was what she thought.
When she first entered her bathroom, she mistook it to be another posh room in the Raizada Mansion. This wasn't a mere ordinary bathroom. It was huger than her own bedroom back in the Gupta house. The spotless white tiles, the black marble slab and that huge bath tub in the centre stunned her completely, the first time she entered it. One could practically live their entire life inside it, admiring the design and the structure, she thought to herself.
It was getting steamier inside the bathroom and she started feeling humid due to the temperature inside. So she quickly stepped aside to grab her clothes from the hook.
To her horror, she found it empty. Hey Devi Maiyya, she banged her fist on her head in utter shock. She had forgotten to bring her clothes inside along with her. She was so desperate to have a shower that morning that she had forgotten to pick up her clothes from the cupboard and had straight away entered with only her bath towel in her hand.
Relax Khushi, she convinced herself to calm down. Afterall, all that she had to do was go outside and take her clothes from the cupboard. Yes, it was that simple. She took the bath towel and wrapped it around her upper body. As she was about to open the door, she suddenly remembered. What if Arnavji is in the room? How could he see her like this, with only a bath towel? She shuddered at that thought.
It had been the third day after their contract marriage. Yesterday, the whole day Arnav hadn't spoken to her. He had been furious and angry at her. But today morning, he had seemed normal to her. It looked like his temperament had improved. But still she wasn't sure if she was physically comfortable with him. Afterall, everything including her marriage had occurred in such a short span.
Hence, she slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked in to see if he was present. She let out a huge sigh of relief finding him absent in the room. The main bedroom door was closed. So she quickly ran towards her cupboard to pick her clothes. She decided to wear a saree today, that too yellow in colour.
But when she rummaged through her clothes, she couldn't find the appropriate yellow saree skirt. Damn that thing, she thought to herself. It had to disappear at the most appropriate time. After searching desperately for it, she decided to pick the one on the top and wear that colour saree. And to her surprise, it was a red skirt. Maybe today was the red day, she thought to herself. She picked the red saree and blouse and went towards the bed. She needed to cool down her body after a steamy shower.
After resting for two minutes, she decided to wear her lingerie, followed by her saree skirt. But when she wore her blouse, she realized that she couldn't fasten the hooks. She squeezed her shoulders and stretched her arms. But she still couldn't fasten them. Hey Devi Maiyya, she had put on weight since the last time she wore the blouse.
She felt sweat beads forming on her forehead due to her tiring futile attempts. She went and stood below the air conditioner to cool herself down. After the steamy shower, this idiotic blouse wasn't helping her to cool her body temperature.
After resting for five minutes, she decided to go towards the dressing mirror to get a better view of her back. By now, the remaining water droplets from her damp hair were dripping down her spine. In her busy attempts to hook her blouse, she hadn't noticed the bedroom door slowly open and someone enter it.
Arnav had been back home after a quick morning errand at the office. He had gone there only to realize that his meeting had been cancelled. Now as he entered his bedroom, the first thing he did was throw away his waistcoat, tie and shirt on his bed along with his shoes and socks on the floor. Damn the weather! He thought to himself as he felt beads of sweat forming on his temples. He couldn't understand why was it suddenly getting hotter around him. In his frustration with the weather, he hadn't noticed her standing in front of the dressing mirror. Only when he had turned around to look for the AC remote to lower the room temperature, had he noticed her pristine figure.
She stood there, furiously trying to fasten the hooks. Her reflection on the mirror revealed the expressions of her face which looked she was waging a battle. He couldn't help a smirk appear on his lips.
He observed her figure from top to bottom, absorbing the minute details of her body. She looked no less than a goddess in that red attire. Red, his favourite colour. The red saree skirt was clinging to her petite waist, highlighting the shape of her curvy hips. He could see her midriff from the reflection. The skin, so peachy and creamy. Her upper back was covered by her slightly damp hair. Then, he saw her move her hair forward to gain unhindered access to her back.
He felt his breath getting deeper and heavier as each second passed. He felt a strong urge to feel her, to touch her, to run his hands all over her. And then, as if he was a magnet, he found himself walking stealthily towards her.
This was it. There was no more use in trying to fasten the hooks, she thought to herself. She had to wear another saree for today. Just as she was murmuring to herself and about to remove her blouse, she felt fingers on top of hers. She gasped in shock and looked up to the mirror to see whom they belonged to.
The sight in front of her made her whole body shiver with goosebumps. She couldn't believe her eyes. She could see him tilting his head down and focussing on the hooks of her blouse. Wait, was he shirtless? Her eyes popped out in shock at the sight of his body, his muscular arms, his biceps protruding out. She felt his warm breath on her back. Shivers after shivers ran down her spine. Stunned, she let go of the blouse.
Suddenly, she felt him pull the ends with such an enormous force that made her arch her back. She felt the fabric tighten around her chest, as she let out a sudden gasp for breath. And within three seconds, the three hooks of her blouse were fastened.
With her tight blouse, she could actually feel her heart thudding against the fabric. She clutched the sides of her skirt unable to hold herself. She closed her eyes, not wanting to meet his. She could still feel his breath, but then after few seconds it stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes, expecting him to not be there. But a second later, she found his fingers slowly gliding up her shoulders.
He slowly took the two ends of the Dori in his hand and started to tie it into a perfect knot. He saw her instantly closing her eyes, when his fingers touched her bare back. He was loving every single effect he had on her.
But she didn't know what effect she was having on him. The raspberry scent emanating from her body was driving him crazy. He wanted to taste every inch of her body. He wanted to claim her as his own. But he wasn't going to give into the urge so soon. The chase was more enticing than the prey. He wanted to drive her to the edge so that she herself would surrender to him.
Still holding her shoulders, he placed a kiss on the back of her neck, letting his lips taste the water droplets dripping down her neck.
She felt like a wave crash into her. Unable to control it, she moaned out aloud.
Khushi- "Arnav..ji..."
Arnav-"Hmm..." he whispered into her ears before his hand travelled down to her waist, slowly towards her midriff, caressing the soft skin.
Why was he doing this to her? why was he torturing her? she felt her chest heave heavily up and down for fresh air. She wanted to say further, but she felt her throat choke with pleasure.
His body was now practically pressed against her back, moulding every inch of hers into him. His left hand had started grazing her ribs, dangerously treading on the bottom hem of her blouse. She could now smell his cologne, making her head dizzy with the attack on her senses.
With a single jolt, he pulled her more closer to his chest. He turned his face sideways, trailing his lips on her ears and jawline. He slowly bent forward and with his right hand, picked the Mangalsutra that was lying on the dressing table. He lifted his left hand from her midriff and picked the other end of the mangalsutra and tied it across her neck.
Feeling the cold metal on her chest, she opened her eyes to look at her reflection in the mirror. She could see him deeply observing her through the mirror. He trailed his fingers through the black beads of the mangalsutra, stopping at the pendant on the centre. If the metal was too cold for her, his fingers felt like fire delicately lingering over her bosom. Her eyes met his on the mirror. She saw a faint playful smirk at the end of his lips before he moved away from her.
Was this finally over? She thought to herself.
Arnav went towards the bed and picked up the red saree that was lying on the bed. The fun had just begun, he thought to himself.
Khushi clutched the mangalsutra that was beautifully lying on her chest. She could still feel his fingers on her bosom. The heat was steadily rising up her cheeks.
And before she could react, she found herself spinning around suddenly and land herself on his chest. Still holding his bare chest, she slowly looked up to meet his eyes. Fire, passion and intensity was ignited in those chocolate brown eyes. She was lost in a trance gazing that perfection in front of her.
Without a warning, she felt his fingers slide slowly inside her saree skirt below her midriff. She looked down at her waist in utter shock. He was intently staring at her face for her reactions. She found him slowly tucking the end of the saree into her saree skirt.
His hand steadily moved towards her sides as he kept on tucking the saree edge into her skirt. He clutched her hips with his other hand to hold her weak body steady.
She felt her knees go weak instantaneously and she grabbed his masculine torso for support. She felt like she was ignited in flames at his caressing touch. She couldn't bear to meet his eyes. She felt her cheeks blushing with crimson.
As he finished one round of tucking the saree in, she felt her hands slowly being moved away from his shoulders and dropped to her sides. He took a step behind to measure the length of the saree needed for the pleats.
With her still looking down, she couldn't help but notice the faint line of body hair travelling down across his bare midriff. She noticed that his pants were dangerously lying lower down his waist than usual. She wanted to touch those perfect steel abs, to know how they would feel like beneath her fingers.
Hey Devi Maiyya, what was she thinking? What was happening to her?
Khushi- "Arnav...ji" she whispered, "What... are...you..." she gulped, before continuing, "doing?"
Arnav stepped closer once again, this time tucking the remainder of the saree and wrapping it around her body. He lifted her arm to bring the pallu across her chest and draped it across her shoulder. He stepped back once again to observe his work. He grabbed the part of the saree reserved for pleats and started folding it carefully, not letting his eyes wander away from her face.
When he reached the end, Khushi wanted to scream out aloud to stop this. But she found her vocal chords had stopped working at the most appropriate time. She could feel her veins throbbing against her head. He was driving her senses crazy.
He slid his hand towards her bare back, caressing her soft creamy skin. With one swift move, he pulled her closer to his chest and with the other hand tucked the pleats inside her skirt, lingering his hand a little longer than required.
She was going to collapse into him. She couldn't take this sweet torture as waves of ecstasy rocked her body. She grabbed his back for support as she buried her face in his chest.
He slid his hand down her saree, delicately caressing the sides of her thighs over the fabric. He felt her nails clench into his back unable to withstand it any longer. He slowly held her shoulders and moved her away from his chest, raising her chin with his finger to look at those beautiful eyes and those luscious lips that was throbbing with intensity.
He took a step forward, but this time she involuntarily moved backwards. Again he moved forward and she moved backward and continued till she felt her derriere hit the dressing table. He bent forward causing her to bend backward. She closed her eyes awaiting to feel his lips against hers. She felt his face very close to hers. She was practically counting the seconds anticipating that moment very soon.
But instead she heard him open a drawer of the dressing table. She quickly opened her eyes to see what he was doing. She saw him grab something in his hand. And the next minute she found him kneeling on the floor. She lowered her gaze and found him staring at her with a passionate look like never before.
He bit his lower lip and gulped, before he unfolded the silver kamarbund in his hand and slid it over her waist, tracing his fingers along her skin. Then, he planted soft feathery kisses along her bare waist, forcing her to moan aloud his name in pleasure. "Arnav..." she moaned unable to hold it back any longer holding the dressing table for support behind her. But he was in no mood to stop this.
She grabbed his head slowly pulling him up. But he placed his arms on top of hers, entwined his fingers with hers and removed it from his head and held them tightly, far apart from their bodies, as he trailed his lips against her body, starting from her midriff till the neck, planting warm moist kisses in between.
He buried his face into her neck as he deeply kissed her collar bone. She ran her fingers through his hair enjoying every moment of pleasure he was inflicting on her. She felt his foot gently rubbing her calves, making their way in through the bottom of her saree skirt, tickling her in the process. She had enough. She wasn't going to let him get away. She massaged his tense shoulder muscles, slowly trailing her fingers downwards, enjoying every inch of his body.
"Khushi..." he moaned out as he felt her fingers slowly slide down his back and into his pants. He felt his whole body go stiff at her caresses. He glided his fingers down her shoulders and rubbed her arms along the length, caressing it softly and tenderly until he reached her fingers and gently pulled her hands out from his pants.
He lifted his face from her collarbone as he felt a drop of sweat trickle down his back. Damn this global warming, he thought. It was getting too hot in there. And Damn that air conditioner.
He needed a cold shower ASAP. He placed one last wet kiss behind her ear and left Khushi near the dressing table, who was panting for more, and who now stared at him flabbergasted as he picked up the towel on the bed and went inside the bathroom.
After a minute of realization, Khushi turned towards the mirror and fixed her saree and her hair, and filled her forehead with sindoor. He had done a marvellous job in draping her saree. She rushed outside the room with a playful smile on her face, replaying the earlier fiasco in her mind and ran down blushing, clutching her mangalsutra in hand.
"Lard Governor!" she whispered chuckling with delight.
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