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Part 11

"Arnavji, can we talk?"

Arnav smiled slightly at his wife, and stepped forward to cup her face in his hands. "Jaan, it's late, you must be tired, we can always talk in the morning…" he leant forward to kiss her.

Khushi moved away from him, her chin stubbornly jutting out. "No. I want to talk now. Now."

Arnav sighed. Women, he thought. What is it with them! Less than half an hour ago she was practically begging me to take her and now she wants to talk? "Okay," he took her hand and lead her to bed, making her sit down while he knelt on the ground facing her. "Let's talk."

Khushi gulped. Hai Devi Maiyya, what am I supposed to say now? Where do I even start. She looked around the room, trying to think of appropriate words. Arnav sensed her discomfort and decided to ease her dilemma a little. "Khushi, sweetheart, don't be scared. You can tell me anything, ask me for anything…"

Khushi blushed as she remembered her previous demand from him. Desperate to change the topic, she quickly and randomly blurted out, "What do we do now Arnavji?"

Arnav's heart soared. The mere fact that she actually wanted to talk about their future made him want to dance with sheer joy. "What do you want to do, Khushi?" he asked her sincerely.

Khushi looked up into the molten caramel depths of her husband's eyes. "I…don't know…I mean…I…" she looked away and started fidgeting with the end of her saree.

"Khushi," Arnav took both of Khushi's hand in his, "Do you want to leave Shantivan?"

"…N-Nahi…"

Arnav mentally fist pumped the air. "Do you want to stay here…forever…?"

"Haan…"

"As my wife." he whispered.

Khushi just nodded, not trusting her own voice anymore.

"Are you ready to give us another chance? To start afresh?" Arnav braced himself for the worst.

Khushi didn't answer. She herself did not know anymore. She wanted to. She really did. But COULD she? SHOULD she? "Khushi?" Arnav prompted.

She looked at him, her expression almost fearful. Arnav silently cursed himself for making her feel this way. He preferred the Khushi who looked at him without a single thread of fear on her face and answered all his words and actions in her own unique way.

"Arnavji…you say you love me…then when you thought I was ruining Di's life and you forced me to marry you and told me you hated me…agar…agar kal aapko phir laga ki hum achhe nahi hain to is baat ki kya guarantee hai ki aap phir se humare saath kuch galat kar rahe hain?" Khushi asked him, silent tears streaming down her face.

Her innocent question was the end of Arnav's control. He broke into tears, burying his face into her lap. "I'm sorry Khushi, I'm really really sorry, please trust me this one…please…I…I can't…I won't ever hurt you again…I promise, please…" he managed to choke out in between sobs.

Khushi couldn't believe this. Her ever strong Arnavji was crying like a child onto her lap, completely lost and broken. Look Khushi, he really regrets. He will not hurt me. Ever. Not emotionally, not physically. Never. Maybe I can try in earnest to accept him. Maybe with time, I can begin loving him again. She caressed his cheek, wiping away his tears.

Arnav looked up at the love of his life, who now had a tiny hint of a smile playing on her lips. He immediately wiped his tears away. "Khushi?" he asked her, still unable to believe what he thought she was thinking.

"Yes."

" Yes?"

"Haan, hum aapke saath ek nayi shuruat karne ke liye tayaar hain." She smiled sadly at him.

Fresh tears fell from Arnav's eyes. He threw his arms around Khushi, engulfing her in a warm hug. He bent his head and breathed in her scent, reminiscing every little thing about her. Khushi patted his shoulder trying to comfort him. Arnav pulled back so he could look at Khushi, who seemed a lot calmer, but still hurt.

He gently lay her back on the bed, and then slid in next to her. He rolled over so he was partially on top of her, and started running his hands through her hair. Next, he let his fingers run along every feature on her face, relishing the feeling of her soft skin under his rough one. He bent his head and rested it in the valley between her breasts so he could listen to her fluctuating heartbeats.

Khushi gasped when she felt the side of his head pressed against her chest, but she didn't try to flinch away. There was nothing sexual about his gesture. He was merely listening to her heartbeats, letting their soft rhythm sooth his pain and turmoil. They didn't how long they remained like that. It could have been minutes, or even hours.

Sooner or later, they both fell asleep like that in each other's arms, Arnav listening to the lullaby of Khuhsi's heart while Khushi fondly ran her fingers through his thick hair.

Khushi awoke the next morning feeling rather content. She tried to turn, but realized that she was once again behind held down to the bed by the wasit by two muscular arms. Somehow during the night, they had switched positions so that Arnav was now sleeping on his back with Khushi half lying on him, and his arms had automatically wound around her waist, holding her securely to himself. She tried getting up again, but a lock of her hair had entangled in Arnav's collar button, and she found herself falling onto him again, hitting her head on his chin. "Ow! What the F…." Arnav woke up with a start, feeling a sharp pain on his chin.

"S-sorry, woh..humare baal…" Khushi struttered, praying that he wouldn't be too angry.

Arnav's mind immediately became alert upon hearing her voice. He looked down and saw what was bothering his wife so early in the morning. Khushi was struggling to untangle her hair from his button, but failing miserably. He smirked at his silly wife. "Ruko…" he replaced her hand with his own, dying to fell the texture of her soft tresses in her fingers.

Keeping his eyes on Khushi, he let his efficient fingers to their work, and soon Khushi was free to get up form bed. He frowned from the loss of contact, but then an idea struck him and he smiled naughtily. Just as a very flustered Khushi tried sitting up, she felt herself being pulled back down onto the bed.

Her eyes widened and she looked around, only to realize Arnav had pinned her on the bed underneath himself. Arnav smirked, seeing her flushed face. "Not so fast, Mrs Raizada," he murmured into her ear. "I helped you, ab mujhe apna payment chahiye."

"P-payment?" Khushi prayed that he couldn't hear her ridiculously loud heart.

"Haan…" Arnav forwarded his cheek, signaling to her what he wanted.

Khushi blushed profusely, thinking hard to come up with excuses to make a quick escape. "N-nahi,, hume jaane dijiye." she, still refusing to meet his eyes.

"Soch lo Khushi…" Arnav's voice was dangerously low. "Either you give me a simple kiss on the cheek, or I take what I want from you…" he eyed her soft pink lips.

Khushi blushed even harder (if that were even possible) as his words sunk in, and decided to not test his words. She craned her neck a little and pecked his cheek, then quickly pulled back to study his reaction. Arnav smiled contendedly and bent down to kiss her forehead, "Thank you jaan."

Khushi really needed to get away before he ended up ravaging what little was left of her rational sense. She wriggled underneath him, trying to free herself. But instead what she ended up doing, was to brush her thigh against his morning arousal. Khushi stilled as if she had been dowsed by cold water. She timidly looked up at Arnav, who seemed very amused by her reaction. "Kya hua Khushi?" he asked her innocently.

Khushi struggled for an answer. "Nahi..woh…aap…hum…erm…" she started looking everywhere else but him, too embarrassed to face him.

Arnav shifted deliberately, moving himself against her inner thighs, dangerously close to her feminity. Khushi's breath hitched in anticipation. "Haan Khushi, kya hua?" he repeated his earlier question into her ear before taking her earlobe between his lips and nibbling on it.

Khushi struggled to control her breath as desire took over her entire being. She grasped at his shoulders, unable to understand her own body's reaction. Arnav was thrilled to see her respond to him like this. He moved again so that his arousal was snugly resting in between her trembling legs, and then pushed up a little so that she could feel his tip nudging at her most sensitive areas, even through all their clothes.

Khushi let out a moan and arched her back, letting Arnav know that she wanted more. Arnav was only more than willing to comply to her, and started slowly move against her, pressing himself a little harder against her every time, letting her get accustomed to this intimacy. His control was in tethers, he needed release, and he needed it fast.

He bent his head to capture her lips in a frantically erotic kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth again and again, mimicking the action he would love to do somewhere else as well. Upon feeling his lips on her own, Khushi shred off all her inhibitions, and began to grind her hips against his, savouring the tingling feeling deep in the pit of her stomach every time his member would press into her. Just as Arnav was about to lose all control, he heard a loud knock on their door.

"Chhotte? Khushiji? Aap uth gaye?" it was his sister's voice. Arnav froze and looked at Khushi, who was now staring at the door, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. He quickly rolled off her. "Haan, di, bas, dus minute mein aa raha roon."

They heard footsteps going away from their room, and sighed in relief. Khushi quickly got off the bed and set her clothes right, blushing a deep red. Arnav cleared his throat and got up. "Khushi tum theek ho?"

His husky voice did nothing to make the red on Khushi's face fade. She just nodded her response. Arnav knew he had to take it slow with her, lest she ran way frightened, so he decided to let the matter rest for now. He silently walked to their wardrobe and pulled out his clothes, then headed to the washroom. He was just about to enter the bathroom when he heard Khushi speak. "Hume kuch samay chahiye."

He turned around, his mouth agape. He could not believe she had willingly spoken to him, that about what had just happened. "Wh-what?"

"Hume kuch samay chahiye…woh…abhi jo hua…hum itni jaldi nahi…matlab…hume kuch samay chahiye…" she finished off lamely.

Arnav walked over to her and cupped her face. "I know jaan, I'm sorry. I should have stopped myself. We won't do anything until you're ready, I promise. I love you." He kissed her forehead, then walked back towards the bathroom.

Khushi smiled gratefully at her husband. She was unsure of her decision last night, but now she knew. She somehow knew that they were going to be alright. It was just a matter of time.

Precap: Khushi makes up with her family, plus Shyam enters! :O

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