FF: Living Without You: 4: Part 59 (Last) Updated - Page 78

Fantastic update...LOL... Anjali is so naughty :p Can't wait for the next part.

beautiful update

smita, kitna wait karoongi pari????

CVs and You both killing us.😭

finally, he says what the...? after a long time.

wow... superb loved it...
and arnav so impatiently waiting to get in ...😆😆

looks like its payback time..

So arshi s gonna have play time...!

Part 58

Exasperation mingled with amusement tinged his voice as he asked, "So you are laughing at me!"

"Nahin, Arnavji!", came the muffled words from beneath the ghoonghat, interspersed with laughter. "Who Kya He, I...I haven't heard your 'What the...What the...' for so long." She giggled. "I missed it so much."

Arnav moved towards the bed, & making his way through the curtain of flowers impeding his progress, sat on the bed beside her. Her laughter subsided as she felt the bed lurch.

"You love to laugh, don't you, Khushi?", he asked, the words sounding like verbal caresses.

Khushi's ghoonghat-covered head nodded, uncertainly.

"Then laugh while I do this.", he whispered as he slowly raised the dupatta to look upon the face of his wife. His life.

Her beautiful face, its beauty heightened by the mass of silky, dark hair plaited, adorned with sweet-smelling flowers, her maangtikka, her hanging earrings, her nath, her elaborately worked necklace, her armlets, her arms covered with bangles and mehendi, rings on her fingers, her red and gold lehenga, the kamarband lovingly measuring the expanse of her waist, her payal, the mehendi on her feet... All were determined to blow him out of his mind. But even worse were her eyes, shy yet naughty, hidden laughter lurking in their depths, the heavy lashes falling against her creamy cheeks at the look of longing in his eyes...

He looked at her once more from her head to toe, and then at the locked door, unable to believe that she had finally married him... that they were together for seven lives... that he had the right to keep her with him all night... that nobody could take her away from him... that she would sleep with him all night, every night, in the same bed, not he in the recliner looking at her sleeping in his bed with hungry, needy eyes...that he could steal the sleep from her eyes, keep her awake all night with him, touch her all over, enjoy her hands on him... all night. He had the haq. She had given him the haq. He couldn't believe it.

He lifted his hand, and let his fingers touch her toe peeping from under the border of her lehenga. She jerked in surprise, and withdrew her feet, hiding them under her skirt. Her hands moved to arrange her lehenga over her feet. He caught hold of her hands.

She looked at him.

"Let me see your mehendi, Khushi...", said his tempting, honey-filled voice.

She uncurled her fingers, letting him see the dark red design on her palms and wrists. A finger slowly trailed over the mehendi lines, searching for his name. He expected to see an 'A' as he had once found on her hand in the kitchen during Payal's mehendi. But he saw his full name etched on her palm. His finger touched the lines of 'Arnavji', tracing each letter. She shuddered as he bent to place his lips against his name.

He looked up into her eyes.

"Aren't you laughing, Khushi?", he asked, his husky voice giving the ordinary words myriad meanings, all of them dangerous to a virgin's heart.

"Let me look at you, Khushi...", said the devil in a whisper. She looked at him, unsure. He stood up from the bed, and slowly helped her off it. She stood before him in all her wedding regalia.

He said, "The dupatta looks good on you." He slid it off her head. It fell, discarded, to the ground.

"What is this called?", he asked innocently, touching the maangtikka.

"Maangtikka...", she whispered. His deft fingers freed her of the weight of that ornament.

"These must be hurting your ears...", he said, touching her earring.

"J...iii...", she stammered.

He eased the earrings off her ears, touching the piercings with a gentle finger. She shook as though from severe fever.

"Are you feeling cold, Khushi?'

"N...oo..ooo...", mumbled poor Khushi.

"Oh, armlets!", he exclaimed softly as he slid them down her arms. He moved on to the bangles, removing them one by one, his warm hands enclosing her pale, cold ones.

"Your necklace.", he said. "It is beautiful." He touched the stones.

"My mother's...", she managed to tell him.

"Oh!" He turned her around to face the wall, and his warm fingers shifted her plait to reach the clasp. He removed the necklace and kept it with the other ornaments on the side table.

He held her by the arm and slowly led her to the bed. He parted the strings of flowers, and sat down, pulling her gently to stand between his spread legs. He freed her, not touching her any where.

He looked at his favourite piece of jewellery, her kamarband. The muscles of her stomach clenched at the heat in his eyes.

"Shall I remove it?", he asked her permission politely.

"I will manage...", she stammered, and took her hands to her waist, searching for the clasp.

"Let me...", he said, his molten chocolate eyes holding her flustered ones.

His fingers touched the waist band, sliding along its length, touching the warm, golden, sensitive skin of her waist. Her legs trembled. Her arms raised of their own volition and her fingers clutched at his shoulders to avoid falling down in a mushy heap.

"Kya hua, Khushi?", he asked, innocence dripping from his voice and eyes.

Khushi shook her head to mean nothing. Words were beyond her.

"Tum Theek Ho?", he asked, all solicitude.

She took a deep, shaky breath.

The kamarband fell free into his hands. He shifted her to the side, got up, went to the table, and placed the ornament with the others.

He returned to her, standing behind her.

His fingers did what they had dreamt of doing for months, ever since the first time he had seen her, touched her... He freed her hair from its ties. The silken cloud fell over her shoulders, filling his hands. He breathed in its sweet jasmine scent, feeling dizzy with want. He slowly pushed the strands of her hair over her shoulder, exposing her back, the single dori holding the edges of her blouse together... His fingers touched the dori, playing with it, slowly pulling it loose... Khushi stood trembling near the bed, his heavy, hot breath on her neck and his hands on her back making her weak, so weak that she couldn't stand straight without support.

(Thanx, Illyria!)

She fell back against him. His lips grazed her neck and his hands slid from her back to her front, trailing over the taut expanse of her stomach, heading for the sensitive navel. She moaned, and twisted to throw herself into his open arms. She pressed herself against him, trying to find a cure to this curious ache that had beset her body, gripping his shoulders to hold him as close as possible...

(Thanx, Illyria!)

"Khushi...", he whispered.

"Hmmm..."

"Look at me, Khushi..."

She rubbed her face against his strong, muscled shoulder, signifying that she did not want to move from her comfortable place. He could hear the rapid dhak dhak of her heart.

"Khushi...", he was persistent. He lifted her face, holding it between his warm palms. They were shaking.

"Last Diwali, I couldn't... I hurt you, disappointed you...", he whispered his apology. "This Diwali..."

She looked at him as though he were speaking Greek. Neither her body that was clamouring loudly for something it had never known before, nor her mind that was at the rock bottom of an ocean of pleasure could understand what he was talking about.

"Let me...", he murmured.

Let him? Let him do what?, she wondered silently. She soon found out as his face came close to her and she felt the soft brush of his sinfully delicious lips against hers. She jerked, unused to this contact. Her breath came hot and heavy, and her tongue peeked out to touch her dry lips and taste him. He tasted sweet. And she loved sweets. She looked eagerly at his hot lips and then at his eyes, in case he had missed the message.

(Thanx, Illyria!)

He swooped down and took the lips that had been driving him crazy ever since she had fallen in to his arms, and looked at him with doe-like eyes and trembling, pink lips. His fingers eased the choli off her shoulders. Khushi moaned and clutched him harder, their hearts beating in tandem.

The hours of the much-awaited night passed slowly, the moon peeping in through the window to shed his benign light on the pair of lovers bent on discovering everything about each other, learning the first lessons of pleasure, leaving the world outside their bedroom door...

Part 59: LAST PART

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Loved it!!! 😊

That was brilliant! So much passion! :) Can't wait to read the morning after :)