SS: Wooing Khushi: Part 11 updated on Page 147 - Page 45

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Part 6

Khushi stared thoughtfully at the wardrobe, lips pursed, foot tapping, hands on slender hips, willing her new clothes to reappear from wherever they have vanished to. Had he thrown them away? The Arnav Singh Raizada of the past was definitely capable of doing so. But these days, he was acting in a totally different manner. He had slept by the poolside last night, letting her sleep in his bed, she had broken his precious phone into pieces and he did not say a thing to her, he was trying to get close to her even when there were no one around. His eyes were softer, his tone gentle when he spoke to her'urghhh, he was driving her crazy.

Giving into curiosity, Khushi bent down again and pulled out the red leather case. The case was initialed with KSR, the gold letters gleaming. Heart thudding for some unknown reason, she opened the case and blinked hard to clear her vision. This case was neatly packed as well, her new jackets, sweaters, tops and jeans stacked in it. Unbelievable! Catching a glimpse of red lace, she looked closer and voila, her new lingerie were all there too. Her cheeks flamed at the thought of Arnav Singh Raizada packing her unmentionables, touching these flimsy items, folding them. Did he imagine them on her?

Her breath hitching, Khushi envisioned herself wearing them and nothing else in front of her husband. What would he do when he saw her in them? Would he be able to stop this time? Would she?

It was getting increasingly difficult for her to remember that this was a fake marriage, a temporary marriage, meant only to last 6 months, not a lifetime, not till death claimed one of them.

Her husband-in-name-only was a complex man, cruel at times, but she had witnessed his kindness too. She tried to hate him with all that she had in her, but she was not quite sure that she had succeeded so fat. She felt most alive when she was with him, his presence, and his thoughts oxygen-like. She craved his touch like thirsty man craved water. Nobody made her angrier than him; nobody could make her happier just by being in the same room. What would happen to her after six months, when she was no longer his wife, no longer bound to him. How she wished she could confide in someone. This was the time she craved for a motherly touch, motherly advice the most. There were so many people around her but this terrible secret was only hers, her cross to bear.

Dashing away the tears that had formed in her eyes, Khushi picked up a pair of jeans, marveling at the softness of the material. She would wear it with one of her tops and see how she looked. Away from her husband's burning gaze, she felt safe to try this.

Arnav Singh Raizada came home, a man satisfied with the day's work. He has got a lot of things covered. His meetings were rescheduled, Aman and the rest of the staff briefed on the actions to be taken in his and Akash's absence, the chopper ready to fly them to Manali, and most importantly, someone was coming to see them soon. A huge smile broke on his face as he thought of Khushi's reaction at the new development.

His steps halted on the stairs at the sound of maniacal laughter coming from his room. Curious, he climbed the remaining steps and halted at the wide-open doors. Di and Nani were sitting on the plush rug on the floor laughing like loons. His eyes searched for his wife and landed on a slim figure clad in a pair of charcoal skin-tight jeans teamed with a silk top the color of crushed raspberries. Khushi. His jaw dropped, his tongue hanging at the sight of her. The top clung at all the right places, making his mouth water, her endless legs evoking images of them being wrapped around his waist. She had wrapped one of his Hermes ties around her neck and had caught a hysterically giggling Payal in her arms while declaring loudly that her jiji was a 'garam chai ki pyali'.

'Amazing!' He clapped loudly, drawing the attention of the foursome to him, effectively ending the ear-splitting performance. Khushi froze, a deer caught in headlights as his eyes travelled from one end of her body to another, trailing fire, stripping her naked. Payal came to her senses and vacated the room immediately, Anjali and Nani following suit.

He walked slowly towards Khushi, prompting her to take a corresponding step back. She came to an abrupt halt as her feet touched the edge of something hard. She looked down at the red suitcase and smiled rather nastily.

'So you have packed my suitcase, how sweet. Waise, you know you are spoiling me. I hope after I get married my husband would do the same for me.'

'You are married Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, to me'.

'Nahin nahin, not you. I am talking about my new husband, the real one', she dismissed his claim with a wave of her delicate hand, his mother's bangles glinting on her wrists.

'You know the one I will be marrying after I leave RM. After the 6 months are over.' Her voice was breezy, carefree and Arnav Singh Raizada's blood boiled fast and furious.

He had stopped a breath away from her when she had dropped the bomb about her husband on him. He now caught the dangling ends of his tie and pulled her to him. Ignoring the mouth-watering curves so temptingly close to him, he bent his head, and smiled grimly as she trembled at his proximity.

'You ...are...my...wife Khushi, and you will remain so', he grated.

His hands reached under the hem of the top and touched her waist, the skin silkier than the top. He smiled as he felt her arms rising to his shoulders and spanned her waist, his thumbs meeting at the middle. He squeezed the buttery skin of her belly, the hollow of her navel catching his attention and he imagined pressing his tongue there, how would she react?

'You are mine, Khushi, only mine'. His hands ceased their magic on her belly and touched the side of her head. 'This is mine'. Khushi gaped at him, what was he talking about? All thoughts left her mind, as he placed his right hand on her heart, cupping her breast. 'This is mine'.

The same hand lowered on her stomach, went south and touched her through her jeans, making her jump as though she had touched an electric wire''This is mine too, 'not just for six months, not for a year,'but forever and ever.'

Arnav caught the play of emotions on Khushi's face; eyes glazed with passion, cheeks flushed with a colour matching her silk top and then he lost the ability to breathe altogether as Khushi s well aimed knee connected with his shin. 'Ouch', Arnav bent over, clutching his throbbing knee.

'You were saying something', smirked Mrs. Raizada and sat down on the carpet to watch her husband rubbing his bruised shin.

'Chotey, Aman is here with Mr. Sharma. And Khushiji, your family is here too. So come down fast', Anjali left, hiding a smile as Khushi and Arnav hurriedly stood up, embarrassed colour on their faces. These two, they could barely keep their hands off each other. She would be a mom soon and her chotey was in love. Anjali's happiness knew no bounds and she hurried down the stairs to entertain the guests gathered in the hall.

Her family? Buaji and Amma, but what were they doing here?

'I have invited them Khushi. Today is a special day and they should share it with us. They are family after all.' Arnav felt the pain on his knee being replaced by a feeling of victory. Someone was so going to eat their words. New husband indeed!

'What'...special...why?' Khushi's head was spinning, first he goes all caveman on her, touching her in all inappropriate places, repeating mine , mine all the time and then he announces that he has invited her family to RM as today was a special day!! What the..

'Are you going to stand here, staring at me or are you going to change and come down? Waise you can come like this, but Buaji might faint seeing you in jeans '', Arnav left the room quickly, closing the door on his way.

Hurriedly changing into a red saree, perfectly suiting her murderous mood, Khushi came down to see the entire family seated in the hall, Nani holding court.

Arnav was discussing something with a gentleman unknown to her, while Aman was going through a sheaf of official looking documents. Must be finalising some deal, Khushi made a face, deals and deals, that's all he knew; and bent down to touch Buaji's feet.

'Akash and Payal, come here please', Arnav called and as the couple reached him, Aman placed the documents on the coffee table in front them. 'You need to sign here and here', he pointed.

'What... what are these papers Arnavji, what are you making them sign?', Khushi freed herself from Amma's embrace and ran to Arnav.

'We will sign them too Khushi, just wait for them to finish'.

'Sanka Devi is always so impatient', was Buaji's comment, eliciting laughter from everyone.

Khushi looked on, helpless, as jiji and Akash jijai signed on the papers, jiji blushing and jijaji smiling, a look of pride on his face. Aman and Nani signed too.

'Trust Chotey to remember everything, hum sab toh bhool hi gaye the', Anjali chimed.'Good that the weddings are getting registered before you leave for your honeymoon tomorrow. Before she could react, Aman was asking her to sign on papers after paper, Arnav following her. In minutes, Aman and Nani had signed again and the registration was completed.

'Didn't I tell you, you are mine, for ever and ever?', Arnav beamed at Khushi, a besotted husband whispering sweet nothings in his blushing wife's ears.

Warning: This is crappity crap. I had to sit through endless boring meetings today and this is my revenge. So read it at your own risk.