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Title's so romanchak, no? Come on! After all, Valentine's day IS on its rosy way, ain't it? so sue me for succumbing to this infectious atmosphere! It's super fluffy, one of the rare ones from me, so enjoy😆
"Diii!" Please don--" Khushi's already feeble protest breathed its last as it came in contact with the very terrifying glare of Anjali Raizada Mathur. She was sitting at the older woman's colossal dressing table, wondering how so many beauty products managed to squeeze themselves in and musing about other such trivial things as she was mercilessly scrubbed, painted and kneaded upon, almost like flour. But Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada was a smart woman-- she learnt the rules fast. Which rules, you might ask? Well, they're the most pivotal rules of all: the Rules Of Survival. They were as follows:
1. Do not argue with Anjali Raizada Mathur.
2. Sit quietly and very still and allow yourself to be treated like a porcelain doll, when the fierce Raizada decides to experiment with make up, wiped clean of any expressions that expressed horror, fatigue or tediousness of any kind.
To the naive, oblivious eye, this may seem pretty easy, and indeed, before this day, Khushi had been doing pretty well. But as Valentine's day rolled by, Khushi began to think she wouldn't live to see tomorrow. But Khushi, bless the poor soul, was as brave as she was intelligent. She tried. Once again.
"Di, I really don't see the point of this. It's not like Arnavji is going to remember what's special about today and all your effort will go to waste." She huffed, staring at her sadistic sister in law.
"Don't say that Khushi. I've spent hours making you glow like this...you're practically emanating light! Not that these products were really needed to accentuate your already flawless skin...but tonight, you're going to blow Chote away!" Anjali exclaimed gleefully, jumping up and down, not looking like the dignified 32 year old she was in the least.
"That's only if he can look up from his work files, right?" Khushi muttered, disgruntled.
"Don't worry, Khushi, I'm on this plan. I've managed to clear his schedule and complete all the work." Aman assured her as he entered the room and wound his arms around his hyper wife, kissing her forehead.
"Yes, Khushi, I've already got him to do his task. Why do you think I married him? He'd already been taught to be at the beck and call of one Raizada, I thought it would save me the trouble of training him." Anjali winked, as she turned in her husband's arms to face him. He only laughed, hitting her playfully.
"God Jeeju, you're so whipped!" Khushi giggled as she tried to secretly morph the layer of gunk on her skin into something resembling her face.
"He's taking you out for dinner, I think. I hope he's finally figured out your tastes by now; it better not be fancy, huh?"
Before Khushi could reply, Anjali, with the most vicious smile interrupted, "Good choice, because he's probably going to be the the one ravishing you tonight." She said wagging her eyebrows and bursting into laughter with Aman as Khushi blushed seven different shades of fushcia, scandalized, keeping her gaze firmly down on her hands for the rest of the torture session that she had yet to endure.
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After a couple of hours more of pleas, threats and some strenuous exploitation of Khushi's body, she was finally ready. Anjali stepped back to admire her handiwork and gasped.
"That bad huh?" Khushi joked nervously.
"So beautiful, Khushi..." Anjali had little tears in her eyes as she hugged Khushi forcefully. "Chote is so lucky to have you..I hope he knows that."
"And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like you remind me of that!" Khushi smiled, squeezing her back warmly.
"It's showtime girl!" Anjali announced excitedly, as Khushi walked purposefully out the door, preparing to dazzle the wits out of her unsuspecting husband.
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Nothing would have prepared Arnav for the sight as he entered his mansion. Absolutely nothing. He'd never been more surprised; not when he had received the title of Best Businessman of the year, not when Di told him she loved his P.A Aman, heck, not even when Khushi had uttered the soft 'Yes' to his marriage proposal.
With a long, strapless, shimmering silver gown flowing down her perfect body like champagne, hugging her assets in all the right places, she very literally blinded him for a moment, truly dazzled. It brought out the little flecks of green in her eyes that smoldered him like embers of a fire on a desert night, mischief clearly lingering in them. Her deep mahogany hair flowed down her slender shoulders in leisurely waves, a sharp contrast to her impeccable peaches and cream skin. She looked divine. Arnav fervently thanked the Devi Maiyya he didn't really believe in for putting that extra bit of attention, effort and love while creating Khushi so that he could enjoy this masterpiece today. After what seemed like an eternity, Arnav drew in a haggard breath.
"Khushi..." His baritone voice was so low, his huskiness enhanced and Khushi could see his eyes darkening with desire, as she felt herself melt on the floor, seeing him stalker closer, like a predator giving a once over to its prey. No, they had to make it to dinner...and there was the hurdle of the car ride...she didn't think she had the strength to keep her hands off him when she could practically feel the heat radiating off him in waves...Soon, he came so close that Khushi could feel his warmth breath tickle her ear and ruffle a few stray strands, locking his iron arms around her waist as she clung to his hard, muscular chest. He looked down at her, his twinkling eyes dulled by the dimly lit room. He gave her that quirky, secretive smile, which gave those butterflies in her stomach, giving her the feeling that he knew something she didn't. She loved it, it brought out the child in him, the innocence which was hidden under the mask of ASR. Caressing her supple cheek, he lifted her chin; their noses almost touching. Her heart thumping unevenly in her chest, she stared into his hardened grey eyes before he pulled her into the most passionate kiss. His skillful lips were gentle yet demanding as they pried her mouth open, letting him explore every inch of her mouth sensually as his arms pulled her closer to him. She felt the electricity of the kiss right to her toes, and even as they broke apart, gasping for air, she could feel slight tingles on her skin.
They rested their foreheads against each other, panting after their blissful moment in paradise, flushed from the kiss.
"What are you..staring at?" Khushi asked him as she stared into his boundless honey orbs.
"You." Pat came the reply.
"Oh, really?" Arnav could hear the smile in her voice. "So what's the verdict?" She teased.
"The most beautiful thing in the world."
Khushi looked at him, scanning his face for any humor, but the seriousness and intensity in his eyes disarmed her a little, making her forget her reply, her name.
"Arnavji...dinner.." She murmured incoherently, the kiss taking all her linguistic skiils.
A lot has been said and written about human nature. But one indebatable fact is, that a human is indeed, just a social mammal, having the same primal instincts as that of an animal. And when any of their primitive needs, such as food has been obtained, it does not care about the ambiance, or where it will be eaten. It just needs to eat as soon as possible. Arnav Singh Raizada, too, was no different, as he too wanted a delectable bite of the snack in his arms.
"Do you feel particularly hungry today, Khushi?" He asked her in a smooth, dangerous voice. She shook her head, not trusting her voice to reman steady.
"Good. Because I'm going to devour you tonight." He stated wickedly, as Khushi blushed furiously.
"Oh and by the way, Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Raizada." He informed, as he picked her up in his arms and whisked her away into their bedroom, before she could catch a breath.
And just like that, Anjali's prediction came true.
Pms later. It's 2 out here, but I still wrote, because inspiration struck and who am I to stop this story from being written?
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