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Part 13

Mature Content!

Lost in the splendour of the decadent bathroom, Khushi did not notice that the low 'voiced conversation from the bedroom could no longer be heard now and that a pair of chocolate eyes were watching her intently; following every movement of hers, lingering on the smile on her face, on her hands as they touched the flowers, ran over the pile of thick fluffy towels, opened a bottle of shower gel and sniffed. Arnav loved watching Khushi, he could spend hours just looking at her face, it was not only the delicate features; the curved eyebrows, the sparkling eyes, the flushed cheeks, the cute nose, the full rosy lips that invaded his dreams these days; but the expressions that flitted across these features; her laughter, her anger, her concern, her generosity, every emotion would be conveyed animatedly. His own level of stupidity astounded him anew. Khushi had never been able to hide her feelings, at least not from him, not even when she fooled everyone into believing that she was happy. Her innocence shone in her eyes, the purity of her soul was reflected in every selfless act of hers and he had believed, no matter how fleetingly, that she had set out to ruin his Di's life, her marriage. Arnav Singh Raizada was stupid, an arrogant thoughtless imbecile of the first order, the man himself admitted ruefully.

The sudden dhak-dhak of her heartbeats and a gust of wind alerted Khushi that she was not alone in the room anymore, HE was here. She turned slowly, willing her heartbeats to slow down; Arnav leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest, one loafer clad foot rested against the other. Catching her eyes, he straightened and walked over to the field sized counter where she stood, nervous fingers shredding flowers, their delicate fragrance wafting in the air. She felt him stopping right behind her, felt the heat from his body as he inched closer. She watched in the mirror over the counters as he wrapped his arms around her waist; lean fingers undid the fancy over-sized black buttons on her velvet jacket and draped it on one of the fragile looking gilt chairs placed around the room. The same fingers searched and located the zip of her purple satin top under her right armpit and drew it down slowly. She crossed her arms; right arm on the left shoulder and vice versa as the material slowly parted. The garment was unceremoniously dropped on the chair and Arnav caught his breath as Khushi stood in front of him clad in a plum lace bra and charcoal skinny jeans. The ruby of her pendant glowed, scarlet fire against the creamy flesh of her cleavage; he found it hard to swallow, his mouth suddenly dry as he caught glimpses of her full breasts, twin temptations concealed in wine lace.

' Khushi, please', he could not recognise his pleading voice, it came out gruffer than usual and hoarse. She trembled as his hands slowly pried her arms from their tenuous hold on her shoulders and placed them on the counter. She wanted to close her eyes against the scandalous image in front of her, but her eyes refused to hear the urgent commands sent by her brain and looked on fascinated as Arnav cupped her breasts; his fingers dark and lean against the lace of her bra . He squeezed the abundant flesh gently and she gasped, a low moan escaping her throat. He kneaded her breasts, looking into her eyes in the mirror all the time. She was hyperventilating by the time his thumbs whisked over her nipples which had tautened in anticipation.

'Ar '..Arnavji', she managed.

'Hmmm'.', he did not look away nor did he stop in his ministrations.

She turned and burrowed against him, unable to bear the pain-pleasure anymore as he squeezed her aching nipples. She closed her eyes in relief as his arms instantly came around her, crushing her in a bear-hug, lifting her up. Her arms went around his neck and caught for dear life, her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her higher. She felt the cool marble of the counter under her bottom through the material of her jeans and opened her eyes just in time to see Arnav lean forward and move her pendant aside from its resting place and press a loud and wet skin on her cleavage. He moved down and pressed open-mouthed kisses on her lace covered breasts. He stopped and catching her eyes again, licked her nipple delicately as if tasting a rare dessert. She flinched and taking it as a signal to continue he caught the trembling peak in his warm, wet mouth, suckling hard. There was silence in the room, but for the sounds of Khushi's moans as Arnav continued to suckle her hungrily and noisily.

She buried her fingers in his silky hair and pulled hard and the resulting fear of getting prematurely bald made Arnav release the delicious morsel from his mouth with a loud pop and wrest her fingers from his head. Annoyed at the loss of contact, Khushi frowned and second later felt his lips brush her forehead. He rained kisses on her closed eyelids, easing the frown knitting her brows, touching the tip of her nose, brushing her cheeks, paying special attention on the mole on her left cheek and stopped at her waiting mouth. The two round wet marks at the front of her bra caught his attention and he reached out to touch them, watching in satisfaction as the taut peaks tightened even further and he hardened instantly in response. Her pink tongue came out to wet her dry lips and was captured between his firm lips. She tasted of jalebis, of handmade Belgian chocolates, of roses and moonlight, of innocent dreams, of love, his love and Arnav gave in. He cupped the beloved face in his hands and drank in her special nectar. He poured in his love, his unsaid apologies, his regret for his cruelty in the kiss.

Khushi broke the kiss and drew in huge drags of air; she pressed a still-trembling hand to her racing heart which threatened to jump out of her chest anytime now. She yelped as she felt his hand on the thin, braided leather belt encircling the waistband of her jeans. Arnav moved his hand on the buckle of her belt and bit back a curse as Khushi's stomach rumbled loudly. Unbelievable! He would have to postpone the lovemaking now and feed his perennially hungry wife. He wondered how she could stay so thin even after eating like a hungry soldier!

Grasping her slim hips he dragged his sheepish looking wife from the counter and handed over her top. He would have preferred her to stay the way she was but being the innocent that she was Khushi would definitely faint at his suggestion.

Khushi put on her top and stared at his retreating back, was he angry with her! She shrugged, there was nothing she could do about it now, she was hungry and she had to be fed, right now. She walked into the bedroom and finding the room empty walked downstairs. The clinking of cutleries guided her to the dining space off the massive hall. Steam rose from antique bone china bowls and platters and Arnav Singh Raizada stood ladling curries and arranging perfectly fried poories and fragrant pulao on plates. Khushi blinked furiously to clear her vision. Laad Governor serving food! She immediately wished for a camera. In the ten months that she had known him she had never seen even pouring a glass of water for himself except for the memorable occasion of her jiji's wedding day, correction, their wedding day too and here he was serving food, to her!

Arnav glanced at Khushi standing dumbfounded at the door and pulled out a chair signalling her to take her seat; and watched in amazement as his wife polished off huge amount of food which would make any self-respecting body builder proud.

Guys,two, well, three points here:

1. This is a bit risque! Do let me know if this fine or if I should tone down.

2. I am extremely busy these days, work is crazy! Hence the late update. Apologies and thank you so much for bearing with me.

3. Rae, I added the part about Arnav serving guests at Payal's wedding. Thanks for this sweetheart.