OS : Eid ki mehendi - Part 2 - Page 12 - Page 7

and what you said in your note is so true-;all that is important is love

thanks for the pm :)

Thank you everyone for the immense love with this OS, which has now just gotten a second part, I respect everyone's opinions regarding a matter like this, but the note on the first page was just my opinion, our individual society's frown upon marriages from different religions.

But thats just society.

Anyway Part 2

Eid Ki Mehendi - Part II

A laugh erupted from Arnav as he saw his wife coy away from him, she wasn't talking to him he gathered. Her behaviour was not shy nor was it coy however it was quite the opposite.

It was angry.

She didn't even look his way when she handed him his suit this morning, yes his wife told him to wear a 'monkey suit', with the whole works bow-tie, dress shirt and cuff links. Don't get him wrong, he loved wearing suits there was an elegance to a suit which could not be found in your average day to day wear.

But today? He wasn't such a big fan of them.

Strictly because his wife was as cold as the shirt he was wearing. He sent glances her way but she did not oblige, he sent her lingering looks and he could tell that her attention swayed towards him every time because of the heat that would suddenly bloom onto her cheeks, or her sudden withdrawal from the conversation she was participating in or the sudden rise and fall of her chest.

He tried to be as cold as her, oh he tried but she seemed to define 'beauty' today, dressed in a cream anarkhali she looked her best, the stunning zari work of red mirroring the smooth blush that stained her cheeks, the jhumke on her ears dancing with her laughter her chudiyan singing their tune into the conversation.

He looked at her again, but she did not oblige.

'That's it, my turn now' He said and strode towards her with some purpose.

"Mrs.Raizada do you intend on only feeding the guests tonight?" He asked her, his hand gliding across her waist.

She looked up at him, her eyes glinting with anger.

'Don't push it' they said.

But Arnav was pushing it, he had had enough with this sort of behaviour.

And he got a perfect reaction from the guests as they burst out laughing from his tease.

"Nahi hum abhi lekar atteh hai" She said, moving away from his hold her tone too sugary.

Her hips swayed with anger as she moved towards their kitchen.

'Perfect' He uttered under his breath and followed her, congratulating himself as she blindly fell into his trap.

He was leaning against the door jam, watching his wife instruct the house help, telling them the food distribution of the night, saw her pile up a saucer of small sugar-free jalebis and turn.

'Got ya' he mentally noted as her eyes widened with disbelief.

He dismissed the 'help' and walked towards her, for every step he took forward she took one back, they danced in these syncronised steps until they were flush against each other with khushi's back against the counter he easily trapped her, encapsulating her with his legs.

He tried to look into her eyes, but they were downcast, hidden from his all seeing gaze, her chudiyaan fluttered in the silence as her hands begun shaking with nervousness. He took the plate from her, handed her a jalebi and placed the saucer behind them. She looked at him with wide eyes, unsure of his next move a hint of hazel pooling into her green orbs.

Looking at her he decided to take the initiative bending down to take a rather large bite of the sticky confection, his eyes not leaving hers as he watched the desire simmer into them, a gasp errupted from her delectable pink lips as they formed an O.

He couldn't resist it, he rose and kissed her taking in her lower lip between his teeth, biting, nibling and sucking he had Mrs. Raizada begging for more.

But he did not oblige.

He stole her wrists into his large hands preventing her from crushing the jalebi onto his jacket, he looked into her eyed again as he bent to lick the sugary syrup off her fingers.

She moaned.

That would have been his undoing, but his sister found that moment to interrupt their rather compromising situation.

"Bhabhi everyone is waiting for you and chotte" She said, giggling slightly.

"Hum- Hum bus abhi ayein" Khushi replied, her voice shaky.

He moved and begun striding away, muttering severe profanities for his uncomfortable state and then he heard her giggles. He turned and saw her muffling them beneath her palm before she spotted him staring and then stopped, her eyes spitting disdain.

He walked towards her, effectively backing her up against the wall.

"What's so funny Mrs Raizada?"

She didn't respond.

'Have it your way then' He uttered, and strode off leaving her angry, flustered and down right distraught.

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Dinner was the same sort of affair, everyone around them seemed oblivious to their states but Arnav and Khushi could feel it, and they could feel it as thick as dripping honey, oozing from their eyes, trapping them together making the situation all the more torturously sweet.

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He walked into her removing the dori's of her anarkhali, her pushed to the side, face flushed due to the effort of removing flimsy strings and her lips straining with requirement.

Irresistible.

She looked irresistible.

He watched the slow torture enfold before him, and when he begun to feel slightly strained in the situation he strode towards her, ending the tirade.

His fingers fluttered against her skin, skimming, diving, and trying. They left a burning wake to them, scorching her cool skin; beads of sweat began to glisten at the nape of her neck, which he wiped, away with the pad of his thumb.

His strong sinewy arms wound themselves into coils around her waist, stopping her from leaving this unfinished.

"Tell me what I've done wrong" He breathed into her ear, biting down onto the lobe.

Her breathing stopped, time began to move dangerously slow as he pressed himself into her.

Her next words were not coherent.

"Humari- hum app mehendi who-"

He laughed, the laugh of a lion who had won, his chest vibrating against her back causing a ripple to pass through Khushi's body.

"Kya hus mehendi ko?" He asked, while his hands glided down to the area od concern, holding her hands up for inspection.

"It's just a slight smudge Khushi, nothing to be angry about"

That seemed to end all passion between them, his words as effective as a cold bucket of water.

"A slight smudge?" She screeched freeing herself from his hold. "Aap jaante hai ke sab neh humara kitne maazak urraya?" sab yehi keh rahe te ke hum ek raat aap ko inkaar nahi kar paya"

"Jaan it's just a smudge"

But his words fell on deaf ears as his wife stormed off into the shower, determined to not let this one go Arnav stripped himself off everything apart from his boxers. He strode into the shower room determined to show her the marks she left behind. He walked up to her, standing so close she could feel the indentation of his pectorals against her back.

"I have no wish to speak with you!"

"But I do!" He swore, begging the deity above to give him some control over the situation, begging her for some patience with his wife before he ravished her senses. He turned her, lifted her like a sack of flour and disposed her onto their bed.

"You cannot imagine the trouble you put me through today" He began

"But-

"Let me finish" he gritted; his eyes roamed her body, luckily for both Khushi was still in her under-garments.

He turned swiftly and got the reaction he wanted.

A gasp.

"See? Now when we went to the masjid, I dropped my car keys, when I bent down to retrieve them my kameez strained up and some men saw the mehendi prints" Arnav began blushing quite gracefully "So if you got it so did I!"

"I'm sorry" Khushi said, apologizing for both her behaviour and the print marks she left on his body, she stood up to touch the places where her mehendi had been printed, his arms, his back and his shoulders, she blushed as she recalled her greedy touches.

Arnav sighed heavily "Its fine, vaise Khushi they came out quite dark didn't the?" He teased turning to encapsulate her in his arms.

She gasped, clueing on to his implication.

"So does that mean you love me a lot?" He asked.

No verbal answer, however the answers her body were giving, he was accustomed to but a part of him still stood up to his attention.

"Nahi" She said, hiding herself in the crook of his neck.

"No?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Well we shall find out" He breathed.

And no doubt, Arnav found out that his love was returned as immensely as it was given.

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Not proof read, sorry *shruggs* do let me know what you think 😃

a very good attempt

This was amazing! I loved it!

And the way he turned the tables...*Blush Blush*

AMAZING work! :) <3

Love this ArHi...make a fanfic on them yaar! How they get married and all!

Mehindi prints all over his body... ohhh ;)

Awesome job Aashifa!

Thanks for the PM! (: