Overwhelming anguish washed in to the pit of her stomach. Carelessly, she turned the spoon around the empty cup, completely forgetting to fill it up with coffee. Mind racing with thoughts, nothing at the moment seemed to matter, other than the dawn of this realization. Don't get her wrong. She was indeed happy about everything that was taking place. How could she not, after all it was his success, but at the same time, she couldn't control her sadness.
Holi was around the corner. A festival full of colours, friends, and family, but that wasn't the case. This year Holi was going to be a little different- frankly depressing. The one person she wanted to spend it with wasn't going to be there. Yes, that's right- her husband. Conveniently (and she says this with a lot of sarcasm) Arnav's, new project begins this month in Mumbai. What complete crap. They couldn't wait till Holi was over? Honestly, what were they even thinking. So here she was, seated all alone, depressed to the core, whilst her husband was showering, unaware of her disappointment.
She heard the bathroom door burst open, and his beautiful voice filled the apartment as he called out to her. 'Khushi, did you put the extra shaving kits in to the suitcase?' Siding the cup away, she glumly replied. 'Yes, everything is set. I kept the travelling bag out as well so put anything that needs to be there.'
'Okay, but Khushi could you double check?' The plea in his voice broke her heart. God, she could not celebrate holi without him. This wasn't the first time she had to endure missing him, while he ventured off to different cities for other projects. But it never got easier for her. They were each other's rocks so when neither of them were in each other's presence, they had a hard time breathing. Cheesy it may sound, but it was true. Usually to survive distances, they would text 24/7, or talk on the phone when there was time. And not to mention, every night they would skype, and he would talk to her till she fell asleep.
Thumping her head on the table, she dragged herself up to go do the final check up of his luggage's. 'Ar-', she froze on the spot, eyes widened as she cautiously opened the door to their bed room. Right before her, he stood, only in his black boxer shorts, arching an eyebrow, and the corners of his lips quirked to a smirk. He took a few steps forward. 'Hello, beautiful. Surprised?' Lost for words, her jaw dropped, she just stood there, confused. After the initial shock her eyes roamed around the room.
Their bed was entirely covered in a white sheet. Right around the bed, platters of powdery colours was placed. Red, yellow, green, purple, blue. 'Arnav... what's, what's going on?' He shrugged, smirk still in place. 'You don't think I didn't notice?' Blood pumped faster in to her heart. 'Notice, what?', she asked like a fool, when she clearly knew what he was implying. Another step forward. 'The sadness in your eyes never escapes me, Khushi. Every emotion you feel, I know. You don't think I am dying inside, knowing that I won't be spending time with you on Holi? Sweet heart it kills me every second. So that's why I decided to do something about it.' By now he was extremely close to her. The heat from his toned body engulfed her. Their breaths mingled, the beat of their hearts thumping louder for each to hear. His finger stroked her smooth cheek, gently, a gasp escaping from her mouth. Her chest began to heave as the desires flooded in to her body. She was losing control, and as usual he took over her senses. With great difficulty she whispered. 'What are you planning to do about it?'
Lips brushed against her ears, shivers running down her spine at the contact. 'Well,' he purred, hot air gently whipping a strand of her hair. 'I'd like you to... take off that shirt off.'
Breathless, under his control, she took his hands to grasp the end of her t-shirt. Permission was granted, and before she knew it, he pulled the t-shirt off her head. Cold air hit her body, goose bumps spreading throughout her skin. His arms strongly held her around the bare waist, pulling her closer to him. Soft skin against the rough hard, planes of his body. Flames of desire shot to the cores of her pit. Tips of her nipples hardened, her eyes holding his gaze. Darkened eyes , caressed her mentally. She did not understand how they weren't jumping at each other already. They were losing control, but yet at the same time they were in control. If that even made sense.
Soon enough he hoisted her in to his arms. Eyes focused on her, he walked over to their bed, placing her on the soft white sheets. Clenching the sheets tightly with her fists, she watched him loom closer to her body. No space was in between their bodies as their naked skin pressed together once more. Soft lips brushed against the base of her neck. Startled, she let out a quiet moan, her eyes squeezed shut. Tremors shook her entire body when she felt the tip of his finger gliding down her cleavage. Powdery substance followed down the line. Breath coming out in gasps, with great difficulty she opened her eyes to see what her husband was doing.
Gaze firmly fixated on her, his finger dipped again in to the red coloured powder. Gently, he traced her stomach, drawling odd lines all across her. 'Arnav,' her eyes rolled back, rapidly inhaling in and out. 'Shhh,' he whispered, 'let me play holi, Khushi...' Once again she felt him do the same to another platter. Within seconds his sensual finger tip stroked her arms, across her chest, upward to her neck. Back and forth it went, his fingers stroking every inch of her body with different colours. Finally he paused, the tip of his tongue tracing around her lips. Another moan escaped from the back of her throat as her mouth opened, their tongues mingling together as one. Strength was deteoriating within her. Passion ripped through their bodies the second their tongues mated. An erotic tango began. Both coming together as one, fighting for dominance, yet in sync.
She did not know how or when, but suddenly she felt herself being lifted off the bed, and slammed on to the wall. Automatically her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding them both in place, tongues still battling. Eventually, their sweet lips broke apart, both of them breathing in the oxygen, which they were lacking from their heated kiss. 'Now it's your turn,' he whispered in between breaths. 'For what?,' she asked, nervous. 'I played Holi with you. Now it's your turn to play Holi with me, darling.'
He placed her down to the floor. Arching an eyebrow, he signalled her towards the bed. Blood rushed to her cheeks, but she did as he told. Finger tips dipped in to the platter of red, and green powder. Slowly she took a step forward toward him. The cool air disappeared within seconds the moment she closed their distance. Heat once again radiated to her body. Lightly she traced a swiggly line up from his neck, right to his abdomen. She saw his head roll back, a subtle growl travelling to her ears. 'Please, continue,' his now raspy voice, muttered.
So she did, stroke after stroke. Smooth fingers drew all across his hard body. Stroking each curve of his body, leaving nothing empty. Colouring every speck of his golden tanned skin.
Moments later, his hand caught a hold her wrists. Before she could comprehend what was happening, again she was lifted in to his arms, and was placed on the bed. Sparks flew as he did not waste any more time. Their bodies engulfed with fire, and colour, he took her to another world, the sweet melodies of their moans filling the air.
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Hours later, they laid on their bed, tired, but satisfied in pure bliss of what took place before. Their bodies still pressed together, legs entangled, they relaxed together. She placed a light kiss on his chest. 'Happy Holi, Arnav...' The corners of his lips quirked to a genuine, loving smile. 'Happy Holi, sweet heart.' Laying a kiss on her forehead, their eyes shut, as the colours wrapped them in an embrace.
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Happy Holi, everyone! Never played Holi before, but I wish to one day. Not this kind, of course. ;)
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