SS: Wooing Khushi: Part 11 updated on Page 147 - Page 82

that was fab! can't wait for the next part!

Just Amazing...!! Really good <33

Loved it!! continue soon please! :D

Part 10

Khushi escaped to the washroom on trembling legs and moved directly under the shower, fully-clothed; turning the dial to ice-cold mode. She stood there oblivious to the chilly water battering her body. His touch ignited a fire in her soul that threatened to burn everything, including her sanity, whatever was left of it anyway. She rested her head against the cool glass of the shower enclosure and prayed for guidance. She knew what Arnav wanted from her; complete surrender, body and soul. Her heart belonged to him and Mr. Raizada was not satisfied with only that; he now wanted the lion's share of her mind, soul and body as well. She blushed bright pink as she recalled his touch, he was bold as brass, but wasn't she becoming shameless too? Sleeping literally on him, letting him touch, heck, enjoying his touch on forbidden places.

Arnav pummelled his pillow in frustration, the hapless thing putting up no resistance. His body was one big, aching muscle and there was no chance of an instant gratification. He looked down, 'later'. He promised huskily and gathering up some random clothes walked out for another long, freezing shower.

She shivered as the icy water continued to pour over her; their relationship was unbalanced from the beginning; he the rich business tycoon, she the foster daughter of an halwai; he was a MBA from Harvard, she was a mere graduate, he was experienced in ways she could not even begin to imagine. He was the first man in her life and destined to be the last and only. For the first time in her life she was scared; scared of her own reaction to him. He was capable of reducing her to a babbling idiot with only a look, a quirk of his eyebrows scrambled her thoughts, his touch electrified her; what would happen to her after he owned her body as well? Would she end up as a puppet in his hands, to be played with as and when he wished? Would she lose her mind if she gave her body to him?

Insistent knocking intruded upon Khushi's morose thoughts and she hurriedly finished her shower and opened the door to a widely grinning Payal, 'So gayi thi kya Khushi? Were you sleeping? Such a long shower...''. Payal swallowed the rest of her words, turning tomato red as she turned her eyes from Khushi and concentrated hard on the weave of the lush oriental carpet. 'Hurry up and come down fast, everyone is waiting for you.', she ran, avoiding Khushi's eyes.

Khushi rolled her eyes at the strange behaviour and walked up to the dresser to apply sindoor and froze at the sight the greeted her. She had run to the bathroom without taking her saree or other essentials and had unconsciously put on the first thing that she came across, which happened to be a robe the colour of midnight sky; several sizes bigger; her slim frame literally swimming inside the garment. She rubbed the thick towelling material between her fingers; closing her eyes as his scent wafted from the dressing gown; woodsy, masculine, him. Keeping nervous eyes glued to the closed bedroom door she draped a saree and finished getting ready, just in time to see the door open and in walked Arnav Singh Raizada, dressed in jeans and a cotton sweater. The still-wet hair and freshly shaved jaw indicated that he had made use of one of the guestrooms,

His eyes landed on his robe lying on the bed and the guilty look in Khushi's eyes confirmed how the garment ended up being there.

'You like wearing my clothes, do you Khushi?'

'Na...nahin...woh.. humare...''.

He ignored the mumbled explanations and approached his prey. The image of her nude body wrapped in his robe ensured that he would never look at the garment in the same way ever again.

'Does it make you feel closer to me?', he grabbed her chin in his hand and caressed the satin skin.

'Matlab?', Khushi tried hard not to close her eyes and give in to the sensations his mere presence was creating.

'Matlab, do you wear my clothes and imagine yourself in my arms?', his words were low, barely audible and Khushi stilled, could the man read minds now; and blurted out the first words that came to her mind.

'You are my husband; I have rights on your clothes, toh jab chahe pahen sakte hain.'

'Right'. Armav nodded sagely in agreement. 'So just remember that I will be exerting my husbandly rights soon. Today'. He consulted the Omega watch on his wrist, 'A few hours from now in fact.'

'But now, breakfast. We will both need our energy'. He patted her head, tucked her now noodly arm in the crook of his and sauntered down to join the rest of the family.

The breakfast table was full of Raizadas that morning, every family member present there to tease the honeymooners and to see them off. Everyone except Anjali Jha's husband. He had arrived very late last night from his supposed client-visit and had learnt of the honeymoon plans only this morning. He looked his usual smarmy self and was trying hard to convince Nani who looked quite bored why it was a bad idea to visit Manali at this time of the year.

'There is nothing except snow this time of the year Saale Saab', he presented his case to Akash.

'I know, wohi toh dekhna hai, hai na Bhai?', he turned to Arnav for support.

'Yeah and Khushi in fact is counting hours, how many hours from now Khushi?' he asked with a butter-won't-melt-in-his-mouth look and Khushi sputtered, spraying NK with orange juice.

'Phatti saree and Khoon bhari taang are in good hands; let their husbands take care of them. You do the shame damaadji. Zara concentratiwa on your vife', advised Mami, in a very good mood, since Akash has promised to bring back Kullu's famous woollens and silver jewellery, at least one piece more than Payal for his beloved Mommy and all was right in Manorama's world.

Khushi was quiet throughout breakfast, casting nervous glances at her husband who was busy tucking away enormous amount of food, causing Anjali to ask for the reason with raised eyebrows.

'I am suddenly very hungry Di and you know walking in snow is a laborious work, you need so much of energy. I said the same thing to Khushi, to eat properly, nahin toh energy kahan se aayegi.'

"Haan haan Khushi bitiya, aap ko toh achche se khana chahiye', Nani chimed in and added one more aloo-paratha to Khushi's almost untouched plate.

Breakfast over, the two brides left to get ready for the journey. While Payal sought Anjali's advice on her choice of attire, Laxmi trotted after Khushi, quite glad to offer suggestions. Fifteen minutes later Arnav ambled into the room on the pretext of going-over the travel routes once more with his pilot and found his wife dressed in charcoal denims and a purple top, a black velvet jacket draped over the lounger. Khushi was sitting on the bed, muttering 'Laad Governor' while making an attempt to tie her shoe-laces while Laxmi tried to chew on them and appeared quite annoyed at being denied her new toys.

Arnav knelt on the carpet and shoved aside the unhappy Laxmi who mayyyed and walked away huffily. Before Khushi could protest, he grabbed her foot and placed it on his upraised knee. In a move mimicking the actions of the fateful Diwali night, he ran his fingers over the socks-clad ankle and then tied her shoe-laces, a look of utter concentration on his face. He repeated his actions with the other foot and having done that suddenly buried his face in her lap, drawing a squeal from a startled Khushi.

His arms went around the waist of his un-protesting captive and a sigh of relief went through him as Khushi hugged him back.

My apologies for such a late and short update. Am so busy, its unbelievable! There, I have uttered the sacred word!!

Do let me know how this part was as I found it to be ok ok.

Res

aww..that was cute..dont knw abt arhi but i am really excited abt their honeymoon 😆

Waiting to what happens in honeymoon.. Dont make us wait for too long.. Plsss..