Arhi OS Series : Shaadi ke side-effects [ Part 6 : Pg80 : 5/12 ] - Page 43

The tantalizingly soft body of his wife, rubbed against his bare chest, arousing Arnav once again. He brushed his thumb over her sensitized pert peak, eliciting a soft mewing sound from her. Khushi snuggled deeper into his hard chest, making him shudder with need. They had made love a couple of times tonight, before Khushi surrendered to exertion. He moved his fingers over her dark circles that were now starkly screaming at him, against her pale skin.

He sighed sadly, and without disturbing her sleep, got up from the bed. Pulling on his track pants, he moved towards his sanctuary... the poolside. Memories of the last few months flashed in front of his eyes. Even though Khushi and his relationship had deepened with time, his craving for her had not subsided one bit. He was still possessive, still easily jealous and wanted to be the center of her attention, all the time. Yes... it might sound childish... but Arnav seemed to be living his lost childhood, reveling in the love and affection of his wife.

Arnav sprawled on the lounger, looking at the shimmering blue water of the pool. He thought about how Khushi had been tiring herself all the time, lately. The new patisserie had added to her responsibilities, which kept her occupied through most of the day. When she would come back home tired, the family immediately crowded her, seeking joy from her company. That is how she had always been... spreading happiness all around, despite exhausting herself.

The household chores, the duty of a good daughter-in-law and being a successful entrepreneur, were taking a toll on her health. Arnav barely got any time to spend with her... alone. At home, she was either directing the Prakash brother's in the kitchen or spending her time with nani and Anjali. Even mami had started deriving enjoyment in Khushi's crazy antics and preferred her to Payal any day. Mami's habit and interest in arguments was interestingly fueled by Khushi's sharp tongue. Payal was too demure to her likings and did not add the extra zing, into her overtly colourful and loud life.

Arnav sighed yet again, thinking about how he himself derived pleasure out of her company. She was his daily dose of happiness. Her companionship, elicited a multitude of emotions from a shrewd man like ASR. The moments spent with her alone... especially all those pleasurable nights... were the memories he cherished the most. His name on her lips... as she would shatter in his arms... made him feel euphoric. However, these moments did not come so easily in their lives. Sigh!

The constant knocks on their bedroom door, the incessant ringing of his cell phone and the timely interruption of the family members, had literally frustrated him to the limit. He had actually believed that his family was sensible enough, to let a married couple enjoy in privacy. Yet, here they were, disturbing them at ungodly hours, ruining their most pleasurable moments.

Arnav as a person always loved his privacy and felt suffocated with too much attention. Due to Khushi, he had started socializing off lately. However, it seemed like he will now have to intervene in his wife's social circle and disrupt it for a while. Three is always a crowd... but when there were eleven people involved... things definitely got out of hand. And Arnav Singh Raizada did not like it, when things were out of his control. Smiling to himself, he got up and rushed back into the warmth that was his wife... a plan forming in his shatir dimaag.

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The entire Raizada family was gathered in the huge hall and was having their breakfast together. It being a Sunday, everyone seemed to be relaxed and were enjoying their small talks. Arnav looked at his beautiful wife, who after serving the entire family, finally sat down in her seat to enjoy the delicious aloo parathas, she herself had prepared. He cleared his throat and spoke to his dear mama-mami, "Mami... mamaji will be leaving for London in a couple of days. Considering the deal that he is going to finalize, he may take over a month there. So I was thinking that you should accompany him on this business trip."

His sudden suggestion had mamaji almost falling off his chair. It was these business trips that he always looked forward to. It was the only chance for him, to get a break from his crazy wife. It was all that kept him sane and going, through these overdramatic years. And now his beloved nephew actually wanted to ruin his "Me-time?" Before he could object, Manorama spoke unsurely, "Par Arnav bitwa, your mamaji will be busy in his business meetings all day. What will I do? I will get bored in the hotel room." Mamaji sighed internally, some relief rushing back into his body.

"You don't have to worry mami... you'll will be staying at my apartment in London. Mamaji can always work from home, as it isn't really necessary to attend the office. But the main idea is that I have organized a professional make-up artist, to train and groom you. Mamaji can take you shopping for your favourite brands of cosmetic and perfumes. You need a good vacation mami... and its time you made this trip abroad," Arnav said with authority, making sure that there was no scope for further debate.

Mamaji cringed listening to the excited voice of his wife, who at the mere mention of make-up and shopping, had easily forgotten to eat her favourite parathas. Khushi was surprised at the thoughtfulness of her husband, and with a wife's' pride she held his hand under the table. He bestowed her, his famous lop-sided smile, making her heart beat erratically. He already owned her heart and now with gestures so kind, he made her fall hopelessly in love with him... again and again.

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A couple of days later, as the family sat together post dinner, discussing the impending wedding of their distant relative, Manorama was upset about giving it a miss. Being in London meant that she would have to skip the wedding and will also miss the opportunity of showing off her new jewellery and beautifool sarees she had recently purchased. Arnav sniggered behind a mug of black coffee and decided to put his next plan into action.

"Di... nani, I know you guys have been talking a lot behind my back, lately," Arnav said gravely. When he had garnered the attention of his entire family, especially his sister and nani, he continued "I refused to let you'll go to meet dadi last month and I know both of you have been fretting over my decision. I thought about the situation and realized that I have no right to keep you'll away from her. I will never allow her to enter Shantivan... because her hatred for Khushi is far stronger than my love for you all and I will not stand her insulting my Khushi. So I have made arrangements for you'll to go and see her next week."

There was a loud cheer amongst the entire family, seeing the mighty ASR so considerate. Khushi almost jumped on him and said cheerily, "Arnavji... aap kitne cute ho! I cannot believe it... you are allowing them to visit dadi. See how happy they are." Arnav caressed his wife's face and asked, "Tum khush ho?" She nodded and mingled with the family, who were already making plans for their impending trips. He smiled at the secret success of his plans... His family was happy... his wife was happy and now he would be happier without the constant interruption of his crazy family.

"Nannav mere bhai... What is going on, haan? Don't tell me ki tum yeh sab without any motive kar rahe ho. Kaale main kuch toh daal hain, Nannav. Tells tells!" NK teased. Arnav was shocked at seeing such an intelligent query from his cousin brother. He was possibly the last person, who Arnav imagined, would have caught onto his ingenious plan. He thought it best to ignore NK's question and replied, "First of all NK... stop trying to talk in Hindi. Its daal main kala... not kaale main daal. And secondly, some of us, unlike you, actually manage to do something for others. We are not merely interested in food and gossip. Anyways, I have work for you aswell. You will be driving nani and di to meet dadi. I have already spoken to the Ashram authorities, and they will let all of you'll stay in their outhouse. Stay with them for a few weeks and when they are ready to be back, drive them back home."

NK looked at his brother, shocked at what he was being asked to do. Two-three weeks away from the city, from parties and friends!! How was he going to manage? What would he do with the oldies? He was about to argue, when Arnav said innocently, "NK... you better agree to this, or else I am going to tell your mom, the kind of work you have been doing here lately. I know for sure that she would leave everything to come straight and fix your marriage with the various so-called "projects" you have been handling. What was her name... er Pooja?" NK had no other option but to agree to his blackmailing brother. Damn the ASR side of this Nannav, he cursed mentally.

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One week later, the entire house was empty. Manorama and Mahendra were off to London. Anjali, Devyani and NK were off to meet Subhadra. Two of the three Prakash brothers were sent off along with Laxmi, to their native place. Arnav had conveniently kept Hari Prakash at home to do all the cooking, so that Khushi would get her much deserved rest. Payal and Akash had just left for Mumbai. They would be enjoying themselves for the next two months, along with handling the upcoming fashion show in the city. Thus, when Arnav Singh Raizada could not manage to take his beautiful wife on holiday, he had conveniently sent his entire house for a forced vacation... getting them, the much-desired privacy.

Khushi sat comfortably on her husband's lap, feeding him his favourite pasta. They were comfortably seated on the plush sofa of the Shantivan living room. After dismissing HP for the day, he had demanded to share one plate for dinner, citing the excuse of lesser mess to clean. "This was your plan all along, Arnavji? You wanted us to be alone in this house, didn't you? So foolish of me to think, that you were genuinely doing things to make everyone happy. But all through the drama, you had this hidden motive," Khushi complained, eating a mouthful of the delicious pasta that Arnav had ordered.

Arnav looked at his innocent wife, and gently wiped the little sauce with his fingers from her saucy lips. She shivered at this slight touch and reeled in the way he was looking at her. Desire and infinite love sparkling in those caramel orbs... her husband was the epitome of manliness, she admired. "Khushi... do you know how many fantasies I have had to spend such alone time with you? Making love to you in the kitchen, teaching you to swim at our poolside, simply laying my head on your lap, on this sofa... all these and many such simple mundane wishes that have been unfulfilled for months now."

She listened to him with rapt attention, as her husband bared his heart. After all, it was not often that Arnav Singh Raizada talked this much. He continued leisurely, "Every time we got some time for ourselves... which let me tell you has become a rare feat these days... we were disturbed with someone or the other knocking at our door. Everyone seems to want you by their side... but what about me? I want you too... for myself dammit!" Khushi smiled at his adorable submission, of how much he needed her. Her heart felt ecstatic and reveled in his love.

Seemed like Arnav was on a ranting spree and he continued cribbing, "While I would kiss you in the kitchen, Di would barge in on us. While I wanted to hug you in our room, NK would come knocking for some stupid work. Mami, Nani, Payal, HP, OP, JP, even that Laxmi had to demand your time... which should have been exclusively for me. How was I to free my dear wife from the tangles of this whole cricket team, Khushi? Three is definitely a crowd, but eleven members in this house wanted to take away something that was mine... and it was high-time for payback."

Khushi burst out laughing at the last sentence. Her cute little... no scratch that. He was not little in any sense, she thought and blushed. Her adorable, jealous and cranky husband had gone to such extreme lengths to get them their much-deserved privacy. She felt thrilled with the knowledge of how much he loved her. He had wanted to move out of Shantivan and shift into their penthouse after their remarriage. However, it was only for her that he had agreed to stay here amidst his family. Being a private man that he was, she was like a social butterfly, whom he could never manage to hold onto for long.

Khushi hugged him to herself and snuggled closer, breathing in his scent. "Take me to bed, Arnavji," was all she managed to mumble against his chest. His heart soared at her words, and he quickly scooped her up in his strong arms, carrying her to their private haven. As he laid her on their soft mattress, Arnav admired her beautiful face yet again. He could never get enough of touching her soft skin. It felt like satin against his rough palms. He stretched himself over her, thinking of how perfectly they fit against each other. He wanted her with so much desperation, that his fingers trembled while peeling off the thin kurti off her shoulders.

His eyes feasted on her bare body as he spoke spellbound, "You are so beautiful Khushi... and you are mine... all mine." Saying that he claimed her lips... gently, languorously. No more words were spoken that night. His hands moved over her supple body, eliciting moans from her delicious mouth that he was soon ravaging greedily. She arched into his body, thrashing under him, as his fingers created a havoc over her senses. Holding onto his broad shoulders for support, Khushi was lost in the all-consuming love of her husband, who had openly admitted his need for her.

The night blazed with passion and sizzled with unquenchable desire. Arnav and Khushi sought each other every few hours... as if making up for the time that had kept them apart. By dawn, a satiated Khushi had fallen into deep slumber. Arnav pulled her luscious warm body against him, and placed a moist kiss on her nape. Her soft sighs, her each quivering climax, her speedy heartbeats... he had felt every tiny emotion that she had felt. He sighed with satisfaction and slept contently at the prospect of the wonderful weeks that were to come.

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It had been almost three weeks of the explosive life Arnav and Khushi were living. They had taken the maximum advantage of their missing family. Khushi had casually mentioned, of how they resembled the kid from the English phillum, Home Alone... letting themselves go wild with no botheration of their family. They had gone crazy with their ideas of lovemaking and had made use of every possible corner of their huge house to makeout. Khushi blushed at the mere prospect, of how she was going to look at these same places, without the sinful images making their way into her mind.

Arnav seemed to have no such issues. He was smug about it, and made devilish demands, one after another. These three weeks was a required break from the overcrowding of their family. For the first time in years, ASR would conveniently switch of his cellphone the moment he came home. The untimely disturbance of Aman had also been cleverly avoided. Khushi on the other hand, was working mostly from home. Her health was causing a reason for Arnav's concern and he had finally decided on taking her to see a doctor.

On one such evening, Arnav returned home early. The house was quiet, with no sight of Hari Prakash. He found Khushi busy in the kitchen. After a long passionate kiss, he sprinted up to his room to freshen up, before joining his wife for the hot snacks she was preparing. As he came out of the bathroom, donning his comfortable track-pants, he saw Khushi placing the food tray on their table and sitting quietly on the lounger. "I was coming down to the dining area Khushi. You didn't have to get all of this upstairs," he said softly, kissing her cheek.

"I thought it best to come into our room Arnavji... because we are not alone anymore," Khushi said somberly. Arnav's eyes widened with surprise and he began with his barrage of questions, "Who is back? Nani and di are to come a few days later and mamaji and mami are not due till next week. I did not hear anyone at home, Khushi. Who are you talking about?" Khushi looked at him with a slight blush adorning her face, which confused him even further.

"You always said that three is a crowd, didn't you Arnavji? But now we are going to be crowded for life," she hoped he would understand what she was implying. He looked at her confused beyond words. What was Khushi saying? Khushi sighed dejectedly, and thought, her husband was not that shatir after all. She would have to spell it out to him... and so be it. Keeping this good news for an entire day to herself, was anyways making her uneasy.

"We are going to be parents Arnavji... crowded forever!" The myriad of emotions that flit across Arnav's face was something Khushi would never forget in her life. He pulled her in a tight hug, mumbling something incoherent... all she heard was, "A baby! A baby!" He pulled away as quickly and asked her to make sure, "Am I really going to be a father?" She nodded gently, her eyes brimming with tears, seeing the sheen of tears in his eyes. Only a man, who had grown up hating his father, would realize the value of finally being one. Khushi simply felt thrilled at the prospect of finally giving her Arnavji, the happiness he deserved.

That night as they lay in their bed, satiated after the most gentle and tender lovemaking Khushi had ever experienced, she smiled against his chest and said teasingly, "So what are you going to do about this third member in our privacy Mr. Raizada. You do know how less of my time, you are going to be getting henceforth?" He looked down at his wife and said, "Don't you worry Mrs. Raizada. The crowd that you mention is actually the outcome of the privacy that we get. My baby is not going to be annoying like my family. He will be like his father, silent and smart." Khushi laughed at her incorrigible laad governor and added... "Yeah like his father... egoistic and angry." Arnav laughed at her true words and caressed her flat stomach... silently welcoming their baby, into their crazy family of the Raizadas.