SS: Keeping Khushi 3: Part 31 on Thread 4 - Page 21

beautiful updates😊

i actually missed last three updates😳... and all are really awesome as usual⭐️

beautifully written👏... loved it

now they are finally married😊

so sweet of arnav to show his room to his better half

love this line 🤗

"They are so beautiful, Arnavji!", she whispered.

Part 25

He slowly lifted his lips from hers and looked into her dazed eyes. His hands went to her dupatta, and slowly eased it off her head. It fell, forgotten, at their feet.

Her hair was coiled in her customary bun. He did something that he had desperately wanted to do the first time he had seen her at the music studio. He freed her hair.

It fell in a thick silky mass to touch the back of her knees. He buried his fingers in that sweet-smelling temptation, rubbing her scalp, running his fingers through its length... Khushi shuddered. No one had ever touched her like this. She had never known that a man's touch could be so pleasurable, so addictive... She fisted her fingers in his sherwani, holding on to him to stand up.

Arnav scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside. Her eyes looked at the strong lines of his face, lingering on his lips that had touched hers, kissed her... Her lips tingled, trembled, wanting to feel the pressure of his lips once again. He turned his head and looked at her. She blushed and lowered her eyes.

He set her down in front of the floor-length mirror in the room.

"Shall we get rid of all these?", he asked in a whisper, pointing to her jewels.

She nodded.

Arnav and Khushi, together, removed the maang tikka. He scooped her hair over one shoulder, and unfastened her necklaces. She put them into their boxes.

He untied her waist band, and moved on to her bangles, removing them one by one, ensuring that he did not hurt her. He freed her feet of her payal. Finally, she was left with just his mangalsutra.

"Shall we?", he asked, indicating her sari.

Khushi nodded. She lifted her hands to her left shoulder, and unpinned the pallu. She then unpinned the pleats. Arnav slowly unwound the sari from her body, leaving her standing in her red and gold blouse that covered her waist and a red underskirt.

He lifted her left arm, and began to cover its length with soft, warm kisses. Khushi could only tremble and shiver under the onslaught, unfamiliar feelings of desire biting into her. Breathing was difficult. Keeping her eyes open was even more difficult. Remaining silent as he kissed every inch of her face, neck, and arms was impossible.

He wanted her out of her clothes. But he did not want to make her uncomfortable. He led her to the wardrobe, slid the door open, and took a gift-wrapped package out of it. He gave it to her. She looked at him, astonished.

"Open it.", he invited.

She opened it to see a red nightgown, all silk and lace. She looked at him, lost for words. She had never worn anything of this kind before. Her scars... Cotton kurtas with long sleeves had been her nightwear for as long as she could remember.

"Err...do you like it?", he asked.

Khushi looked at him. There was something in his eyes that she had never seen before. A diffidence.

"Ji.", she said quickly. "It is very beautiful."

Arnav smiled, relieved.

"I have never purchased anything like this before...", he confessed sheepishly. "Couldn't ask Di. So I bought it online, and had it delivered in my office."

Khushi bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"Will you wear it?", he asked, eager to see her in his choice of nightwear.

His eagerness forced her to push away thoughts of her scars. She nodded, and moved to the bathroom on unsteady feet to change.

Arnav dimmed the lights in the bedroom. Now it was lit only by the candles that gave the room an exotic look. He pulled out a set of casual clothes, and removing his sherwani, slipped into them with a sigh of relief. He looked at the shut bathroom door. He could hear slight movement behind it. Maybe Khushi was ready to come out.

He quickly slipped into his garden, and returned with a pocket full of newly-bloomed jasmine buds. He sat on his recliner, waiting.

The door opened a crack. He waited, his heart pounding. The crack widened, and Khushi came out, her feet stumbling to a halt at the look in his eyes. Thank you, Devi Maiyya, for the dim light, she prayed fervently. The thin straps, the low neck, the clingy gown, the silk robe! Thank God it was dark!

The red silk clung to her full figure, the low neck edged by lace unmanning him. The wrap fluttered in the gentle breeze from the open door, billowing behind her, leaving him in no doubt about the bounty hidden by the silk.

He held out his hand. She walked towards him slowly, and put her hand in his. He brought her to stand facing him, trapped between his long legs. His hands rose, and slipped the outer garment away from her body. It slid soundlessly into a heap on the floor.

Khushi struggled to draw breath, her limbs trembling, her heart beating as though she had just run a marathon. She had no thought to spare for her scars. Arnav dragged gentle fingers along the length of her arms. She collapsed onto him, falling over him, into his open arms.

He helped her into their bed. Leaning over her, he put his hand into his pocket, and showered her with fragrant jasmine buds that were unfurling their petals. They fell over her face and chest. She smiled into his burning eyes. He then proceeded to kiss her whole body, paying special attention to all the scars. Not an inch escaped his gentle touch and his focused attentions. She moaned in passion, protested and whimpered when she couldn't bear the torture of his touch, and squealed in shock, but he did not stop.

As he touched and kissed her all over, he murmured, "Does this hurt, Khushi?"

She shook her head to mean 'no'.

"Yes or no?", he teased, his seductive voice sending shivers down her spine.

"N..o."

"Sure?", he teased, his lips kissing the corner of her lips.

"Ha...an.", she gasped.

He spent the whole night worshiping her body, driving her out of her mind with pleasure, seeking his ease only after ensuring that it wouldn't hurt her hips or the damaged muscles of her body.

The red nightdress and his clothes lay discarded on the floor. The candles burnt themselves out. Arnav and Khushi lay curled up in each others' arms, unwilling to let go of each other even in sleep.

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