She felt his warm breath on her face and out of habit she expected Bua ji to come storming through the door to scream about burnt daal or Aman ji to call with his countless issues with office work. But nothing of that sort happened and she felt a pair of lips brushing against her own, lingering, teasing making her tremble with anticipation. Khushi arched her head forward, unaware of her movements, completely engrossed in capturing those bantering lips in her own. She felt a smile forming against her mouth and was embarrassed to see Arnav chuckling at her desperation. She flushed a deep shade of crimson and attempted to divert her gaze from his, only to be lost in the deep pools of honey that were his eyes.
He skillfully moved his lips to her neck, exploring crooks and skin that had yet to be discovered and she felt an unusually strange warmth overcoming her. She gasped at the influence of his touch; so gentle, so careful, yet potent enough to launch her into a completely unknown world of desire. His hand began to lightly travel up her arm and she felt his calm, yet urgent fingers pulling down the sleeve to her blouse, so his lips could continue their search and explore her bare shoulder. Khushi lost senses of her surroundings and against her own will she felt her hands traveling up his back and her fingers intertwining with his long hair, grasping tightly, unsure if they wanted to stop the torture or urge it to continue.
Her mind screamed of accusations that her actions were wrong, yet her heart reassured her that no moment would be more proper; and thus Khushi allowed Arnav to slowly move the pallu of her sari away from her body and off to the side. Her breath quickened and she was stunned to find her quivering hands struggling to reciprocate his action with his sweater. Her body's movements were disconnected from any sensible train of thought, overcome by a stronger sense of desire, a desire to eliminate the space between her and the man whose body was towering above hers.
The man she loved.
Arnav chuckled again at her impatience and raspingly whispered, "Relax Khushi", reassuringly into her ear. Her arms felt limp at her sides as his voice caught her disarmed and completely vulnerable. Arnav finished her ongoing work and discarded the sweater from his body, only to quickly tower over her fragile frame once again.
He began to once again explore her body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their pursuit, a fire of yearning. The fire was out of her control, yet she decided that she enjoyed it that way, and she began to trail her own paths along his bare chest. She felt a soft moan erupt against her skin and she could not help but smile at her ability in making the once mighty ASR whimper at just her touch.
The agony continued towards her back and she felt his fingers unhook one of the clasps that held her blouse together. She gripped his shoulders tighter, uneasy of what would follow; yet curiously eager. Slowly, lovingly the finger continued further and unhooked the second clasp and a gasp escaped her as she felt her blouse being removed from her body. She was vulnerable, completely susceptible, yet his eyes put her instantly at ease, and her fingers slowly wound back into his hair.
His beautiful hands, rough yet soft, teasing yet assuring, worked further downwards, on skin that had never been touched by anyone other than herself, and she felt bliss in sharing the one possession that had always been exclusively hers. A moan of ecstasy left her lips as she felt the back of his hand brush the skin beneath her navel as he untucked the pleats of her sari.
Their clothes were discarded one by one. Each article disposed with love, with a craving and with a special attention, until they all lay in a pile alongside their blanket. She lay completely exposed under his naked body and she began to tremble at the thought of what would soon be following.
She began to doubt herself and her hasty decision.
"Arnav ji, main...'"
But she was interrupted.
"Main jaanta hoon Khushi".
Her worries completely vanished at the love in his words and her faith in those eyes, darker with yearning, yet still devotedly familiar, began to validate her judgment. She smiled at him.
Her epitome of perfection.
Her Arnav.
No time would be better. No time more right.
And with that, his hands affectionately separated her legs, gently took her smiling lips in his own and with a soft whimper Khushi transformed from a girl into a woman. Her nails dug into his back with the sudden pain, yet her hands began to tighten around him with the sudden pleasure. A tear escaped the corner of her eye, but she felt a familiar pair of lips capture it and slowly kiss any traces of it away.
"Khushi, I'm sorry. I don't want to...'"
But he was interrupted.
"Shh. Arnav Ji. Mat kahiye."
And their dance of love began, slow and gentle, elating and soothing. Khushi slowly began to enjoy opening up for a man, not only physically but also emotionally; she felt him steal every trace of loneliness and ache that existed within her, with every kiss, every touch, every movement. Her voice quivered and she could only respond by quietly whispering his name into the darkness, into their solitude.
Arnav. Arnav. Arnav.
Nothing would more aptly describe her experience. He was perfection himself.
She finally felt his body collapse on her own as they both reached the heights of pleasure, yet the weight was welcome. Her fingers wound themselves back into their comfort, into his hair, reassuring him as his heaving body lay panting against her own.
A whisper escaped his lips and sealed their moment as eternal
"I love you."
The words rang. They were meant only for her ears, whispered into this seclusion, this privacy. They had never sounded more pure.
She felt the blood leave her body and her breathing began to hitch once more. No matter how many times she heard it, those three words muttered in his endearing voice never failed to make her feel unsteady.
Yet somehow she mustered enough strength to whisper back
"Hamesha."
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