Khushi looked on her left side and found Arnav sleeping peacefully beside her, lost in his own dreamland and a scowl instantly made its way to her face.
"How dare her Lard Governor sleep leaving her awake!" she murmured to herself grumpily. Through the French Windows, faint moonlight made its way into the room, bouncing off the ripples of the pool outside their bedroom and it made the room appear like the perfect place for some midnight romance.
But ofcourse, these days her Lard Governor was too tired after late nights at the office. So much so that they had barely spoken to each other for the past week. At one side, she empathised with his situation. The workload was too much at the office and he was having a tough time balancing everything in his life. And with no other choice left, he had decided to sacrifice his time with Khushi hoping that of all the people in his life, she would understand him better than anyone else.
Ofcourse, Khushi understood him and that's why she had been patient with him all these days. But now the wait was becoming too much for her. She craved for him, to talk to him, to cuddle him, to shower her love on him, everything what a married couple did. Her patience was running out and she felt like a cranky kid, wanting to howl till she got her candy.
And it seemed that tonight was the breaking point of her patience.
They had gone to bed two hours earlier and he had conveniently dozed off. But she, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada was in no mood to sleep. She was cranky, irritated, annoyed and desperately wanted attention from her Lard Governor.
And she decided she would get it at any cost. Afterall, how could she waste a romantic night like this, especially when she was completely turned on by the man sleeping beside her.
"Lard Governor!" she whispered into his ear, crawling closer towards him, brushing her lips on his stubble. She could smell the body wash from the shower he had at night before he slept. That woody musky scent with a faint essence of cinnamon, making her even more turned on than before.
There was no response from him. Rather, she could hear him snoring lightly.
Her eyes glinted mischievously as her favourite idea to wake him up, popped into her mind.
Grinning wickedly, she glided her hand over his waist, to his back and gave one tight smack on his derriere.
"What the Hell!" Arnav woke up, exclaiming out in a squeaky sleepy voice, peeping through his half opened eyes. He was even more astonished to find Khushi grinning at him like a complete fool.
"Khushi, what happened?" he mumbled closing his eyes once again, as he rubbed his butt that was slightly stinging with the impact of her hand.
"I want to eat ice cream." She replied, initiating her ingenious plan that would make her husband get his ass off the bed even at this hour.
"Okay. Go eat." He mumbled going back to his dreamland. "But isn't it midnight? Why do you want to eat ice cream now? Eat tomorrow morning." He added.
"Uffo, Arnav! I feel like eating it right now. That's it. Bas!" she said, gliding her hand over his back in slow arousing movements.
"Fine. Go eat." He said and started snoring once again.
"But I want you to come with me to the kitchen. Its dark all around and you know how much I'm scared of darkness. And if I switch on the lights, everyone in the house will be disturbed. Please, come with me." She purred, placing one moist kiss near his jaw to wake him up.
"I'm sleepy Khushi." He moaned in a half sleepy state, enjoying what her hands and lips were doing to him.
Khushi rolled her eyes at the man sleeping in front of her.
Men!
But there was no need to worry. She held the very famous trump card, which women generally used in such situations.
Her favourite one. Emotional blackmail! Yes, she had learnt to use that trick on him since they were married and ever since she had come to know that it worked on him, she had shamelessly used it everytime she wanted to get something done by him.
And now it was time to use that trump card.
"Won't you do even this much for me? Then, what were all the promises you made to me during our wedding? That you would fulfil all my dreams and wishes. See, you turned out to be just like other husbands. You men only know to make false promises." She replied grumpily, laughing inwardly in her mind, knowing very well that this would definitely awaken her lion.
And it worked. Arnav slowly got up from the bed with an even more grumpier face. "You are blackmailing me, aren't you?" he asked with narrowed eyes.
"No. I'm not." She grinned wickedly, helping him to remove the entangled duvet from his body. She then proceeded to hug him tightly for relenting to her request. Not that it was any request. As he rightly pointed out, she had definitely blackmailed him. "I love you." She whispered into his ears. "You are the best husband I could ever get." She added, to flatter him a bit, knowing that he was quite annoyed that she had disturbed his precious sleep.
"yeah, yeah. I know." He smiled, seeing her cuddle him like this and he realised how much he had missed this for the past one week. "Are you going to hug me the whole night or shall we go?" He asked, leading the way to the kitchen.
Both of them stealthily tip-toed into the kitchen in the dark, making sure that no one in the house would be awakened by their noise. When they finally reached the kitchen, Khushi giggled and rushed to the refrigerator and retrieved her favourite tub of ice cream.
Arnav leaned quietly beside the fridge, his eyes drooping down midway as he yawned feeling the tiredness of the entire day at office make its way to his body. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as a shocking thought made its way into his mind.
He observed Khushi who was now seated on the kitchen slab and relishing the tub of Pralines and Cream, letting out loud sinful moans after every spoon of it.
Walking towards her, he stopped right in front of her, in between her legs that were now dangling on either sides of his body. He observed her carefully from top to bottom, particularly resting his eyes on her abdomen.
"Khushi, are you pregnant?" he asked, raising his eyebrow, a sheepish smile slowly making its way on his face.
"What?" Khushi asked with her mouth full of ice cream. "Nooo..." she moaned as she let the caramel attack her taste buds.
"Oh!" he exclaimed with utter disappointment in his voice.
"What makes you think so?" Khushi asked, her mouth finally devoid of any ice cream.
"I don't know." He said shrugging his shoulders. "You are suddenly craving for food in the middle of the night. And you know, we have been doing it, a lot, for the last month."
"Oh, thank God, you atleast remember we were doing it once upon a time. I was afraid you had opted for celibacy for the rest of your life." Khushi frowned, continuing to scoop the rest of the ice cream into her mouth.
"You know I was very busy." He groaned, placing his hands on her shoulders and massaging it gently. But she shrugged away her shoulder immediately from his grip.
"Oh, wait! So this was just to grab my attention?" Arnav smirked, crossing his arms, as the realisation hit him.
"Yeah. I thought atleast you would get turned on hearing me moan in the middle of the night. But you were just standing there and dozing away." Khushi murmured, stuffing a whole lot of ice cream into her mouth. "You have become very boring, Arnav Singh Raizada and now your dear wife has to turn to this ice cream to satisfy herself." She managed to mumble with her mouth full.
"This ice cream is my new husband. Sadly, my husband is least interested to make me moan out his name anymore." She said, hugging the cold box to her, faking some tears.
Drama Queen! He rolled his eyes at her wondering how he had even ended up with a girl like her.
But at the end of the day he loved her, the whole entire package including her drama and since their marriage, he had learnt how to play along with her and defeat her in her own game.
"Oh really? Let's see if your new husband can do this!" he smirked, as his hands slowly crept beneath her kameez, caressing her bare soft skin of her waist.
Khushi felt goosebumps erupt all over her body at his touch, the very touch she had missed for the whole of this last week. But she managed to maintain a straight face, not wanting to give into him so easily and hence, she continued to eat the ice cream, pretending like she wasn't affected by him.
"How dare she call him boring!" he scowled inwardly. Today he was going to show her what Arnav Singh Raizada was made up of and how well he knew to treat his woman.
He carefully glided his one hand up to the back of her kameez and in the next second, pulled down the zip swiftly, even before she could realise it.
Khushi could feel her heart pumping like a galloping horse, as she felt his fingers, teasing her bare shoulders as he slipped down the fabric off her shoulders. For a minute, she stilled herself, enjoying every bit of it.
Arnav moved closer to her, grabbing hold of her legs and encircling it around his waist, so that he was trapped in between them. Bending forward, he let his tongue roll over her collarbone, inhaling the vanilla flavour of the body lotion she had applied just before going to the bed.
He could feel Khushi stiffen and turn completely silent and he knew she was trying her level best to not moan out in pleasure due to the torturous sinful assaults, he was causing on her body. Letting his mouth glide upwards a bit, he ended at the side of her neck and applying a little bit of force, he sucked the throbbing vein, gently biting it, carefully not to hurt her too much. All this while, his hands were mischievously drawing random patterns on her waist and navel, tickling her even more in the process.
Khushi realised that she couldn't hold it any longer. But she knew the longer she kept silent, the harder he would try to please her and she wanted just that and it was definitely working in her favour. After being married to him for four months now, she knew how to control her man and make him do what she wanted.
"The ice cream is still better." She whispered in his ears, trying to control her laughter, as she saw his eyes getting enraged even in the dark.
"You are such a tease." He growled in her ears, pulling her kameez down fully exposing her black lacy lingerie. He let his lips roll over the lace, nibbling, sucking, licking it, making her want him even more as every second passed. He didn't know where his sleep disappeared. All he wanted now was to make her accept defeat.
"Is it still better than this?" he asked, as he tugged her hair near the nape of her neck with his fingers and pulled it lightly, to arch her neck so that he could trail kisses from her chin till the hollow of the neck.
"Yes." She finally moaned, more because of his lips causing havoc on her rather than the ice cream that was melting in her mouth.
"Your hands are too busy, Khushi Kumari Gupta..." he growled in her ears, "Singh Raizada! Let me make them free." He said and proceeded to remove the ice cream tub and the spoon from her hands, keeping it on the slab beside them. "You had enough of ice cream for the night. Otherwise my blood sugar level will increase." He whispered, kissing her temple.
"How?" Khushi asked, looking at him with perplexed eyes.
"Like this." He smirked, in a husky voice and captured her lips, tasting the caramel that was lingering on her soft luscious lips and soon, his hot aching tongue, found its way into her mouth, tasting every nook and corner of her.
This was it. She needed him, right now, at that minute, at that place and moaning wildly in his mouth, she let her cold fingers wander over his chest, down to his waist and grabbing hold of the hem, she hurriedly pulled the t-shirt over his neck, breaking apart their intense passionate kiss for a minute.
"I can see how much you missed me." He whispered, as he found her nails clenching his back, arousing him all the more. "You have grown into a bold minx now. Before, you were just a kitty." He winked at her even in the dark, as he found her mischievous hands going into his pants.
"What can a kitty do if she was trained by the lion himself?" she winked back at him, nibbling at his earlobe, rubbing her cheek with his stubble, something that she really loved to do.
"Do you still like the ice cream or is your old husband better?" he asked, grabbing hold of her waist.
"Of course I still love the ice cream!" Khushi rolled her eyes as if it was an obvious statement and saw him frown, making her want to erupt with laughter. She grabbed the ice cream tub, the contents half melted and picking up the spoon, she scooped some of it and poured the semi liquid over his chest, making his grasp out with shock at her antics as well as the sudden chill on his body.
"But on you." She growled pulling him closer as she let her tongue lick up all that ice cream on his bare chest.
"Unbelievable!" Arnav laughed raising his hands up in the air as he let her lick the dripping cream of his chest. "For once, I'm really envious about you. Why am I the one having diabetes?" he frowned.
"It's alright Mr. Raizada. The next time we go to Hypermarket, we'll make sure to get you a sugar free ice cream!" she said, smirking at him as she pulled his face hard on to hers, capturing his lips in a wild frenzy, making both of them insane, driving them to the brink of eruption.
"Not so fast Lard Governor!" she growled as he proceeded to pull her salwar down her legs. "You are not going to get me that easily. You have made me wait, a lot!" she said, entwining his fingers with her to not let them wander anywhere.
"I'll see how you are going to stop me." He challenged wickedly, as he bent down his head to pull her pants down with the help of his mouth and teeth.
"No! I'm going to kick you right now." She screamed back, giggling loudly as she felt his warm breath near her bare navel. They were so busy giggling and teasing each other, they didn't realise when someone had walked into the kitchen and started coughing violently at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.
Alarmed with the presence, Arnav reflexively turned around, shielding Khushi who was half naked, behind him, while he also noticed his own pants that were midway down his legs.
"What the!" Arnav screamed out in horror to find Akash and Payal looking at the floor, their faces reddened with embarrassment with the deepest shade of red that ever existed.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" Arnav asked in a completely stunned voice, pulling up his pants, while Payal just wished the floor beneath her would open up and swallow her for witnessing her sister and brother-in-law making out in the middle of the night, right in the middle of the kitchen.
"Payal wanted to eat ice cream." Akash said, finally looking up, mustering all his courage. And it was then, his eyes went to the ice cream tub that was on the slab nearby. Damn! Not again! He had finally gathered all courage and decided to take Payal on a midnight ice cream eating session after all these months of her pestering him and once again, his Bhai had shattered all his plans and dreams.
"What the!" Khushi popped her head behind Arnav's shoulder, looking at her sister with disbelief. "Jiji?"
"Akash, I think we better leave." Payal said alarmed, not having any strength to look at her sister's successful, adventurous and wild married life anymore. Once again, her sister had grabbed the spotlight from her and for once, she felt envious of her sister's husband, wishing Akash would be just like him. And both of them scurried away from there like rabbits, leaving behind these two to themselves.
"And we get interrupted once again!" Arnav said, pecking Khushi's lips, resuming their activity, least bothered about being interrupted. They were used to it by now, but that didn't stop him from exclaiming his trademark 'What the' everytime they were interrupted.
"Don't worry. I'm sure from tomorrow onwards, no one will bother to disturb us in the kitchen." She grinned, rubbing her hands over his bare chest.
"Do you really think Payal wanted to eat ice cream?" he smirked, putting his arms over her bare back.
"Lard Governor! Don't let your attention wander anywhere else. Only here!" she warned him with big round eyes, showering feather light kisses all over his torso, while her hands pulled down his pants and boxers.
"And I should really keep the '101 ways to trap your husband' ideas to myself and never share it with Jiji." She mentally reminded herself before getting lost in those molten brown eyes that were now stripping her, the excitement even more huge after being caught in the act.
"So who is winning now? The ice cream or Lard Governor?" he murmured, continuing to nibble her midriff.
"The Ice Cream!" Khushi grinned wickedly as she held his finger and dipped it into the half melted ice cream and brought it to her mouth, sucking the finger with the dripping ice cream, with the most satisfied smirk ever. "On Lard Governor!"
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