"Don't scream at me, " she spat. Arnav couldn't believe his wife. She literally fed him to the dogs last night. The dogs being his family. Their constant badgering on his parts of his life. Parts that he would want to keep private from with the exception being Khushi. If there is one thing about Arnav that is memorable it is his temper.
"I couldn't escape from their clutches!" Arnav thundered. "Two hours Khushi, two f**king hours! I couldn't see for two hours after I came home. And you were busy pretend-sleeping by the time I came upstairs. And you wouldn't let me hold you!"
"Well you shouldn't have been dilly-dallying with MONA when I came to visit." Khushi countered
Her husband rambled, "Oh, and what about you? Giggling with my male employees every time I turned the corner. What am I supposed to make out of that!? But I am sorry about Mona," while cornering her against the door.
Khushi immediately knew she wasn't going to win this one. She was cornered and aroused and she knew her husband knew that she knew.
Arnav was very much aware that his wife was a spitfire. The more she was aggravated and frustrated with him, the more aroused she got. And in turn he just kept egging her till neither one of them could take it anymore.
His hands pinned hers beside her head, while Khushi arched her back away from the cold glass material of the doors. And for a moment Arnav's defenses fell.
"Say that you are mine," he raved while resting his forehead against her shoulder taking deep breaths.
"Tell me that you belong to me."
"I am yours and only yours. Just as you are mine. Always and Forever."
With that Arnav let one of her wrists go and he ravaged her neck. Pushing her blouse out of the way. Sinking into the juncture where her neck met shoulder. Khushi wound her arm around his head and into his hair as she hissed against the slight pain which Arnav immediately soothed with his kisses and tongue. Slaving her skin as if he was parched with thirst. Khushi released her other hand with a tug and brought his lips hers. Teeth clashed and tongues fought. Arnav's hands drifted underneath her sari molding Khushi's body to his.
Arnav knew that his wife loved their sexual rendezvouses. Khushi just wanted and he kept giving. She wanted to learn and he taught her. But this this afternoon, he wanted more. Arnav needed more for his sake. She just wanted more of her. He wanted her whole and all. He was going to be a bit selfish this noon.
And with that,..." A quickie?" Arnav questioned freeing their lips.
Khushi raised her astonished hazel orbs to his. A quickie. Now. Something new. Something to be taught. Her mind racing as to what it could possibly be. Something she was going to do in broad daylight, in the middle of the afternoon.
Barely a second passed between his question and her answer.
Khushi gently pushed him away.
As she began taking out the pins of her sari, she was surprised to find Arnav tugging on her dainty fingers and pushing her back against the doors with a shake of his head his gaze firm on her milky face for any spark of hesitancy.
Her tender yank on his collar towards her gave Arnav his awaiting response. He guided Khushi's phalanges to the button and zipper of his jeans whilst Arnav picked put her right leg first and then her left and entwined them around his narrow, lean, muscled hips. Khushi released Arnav from his confinements as he took her lips in bruising kiss with which she replied to with vigor. Meanwhile, Arnav ripped her silk panties and filler her with him.
His thrusts powerful, Khushi was sure if she were standing up, she would've her collapsed. The penetrations were fuller and more exotic. He ripped open her peach blouse and collected her fullness in his palms, kneading them. Kissing her breasts, running the tip of his tongue around her areolas and blowing air on each of the rosy tight buds. With one final tug on her nipple and thrust they came apart, their nerves on fire.
Arnav carried Khushi and laid her on the bed with elegance with only someone of his enigma can manage. Specimen. He shed his clothes and did the same for Khushi. Her being exhausted with one of the many firsts she would experience with their 7 lifetimes together. And Arnav, just wanting lay in the arms of his wife. He laid his head on her breast and wound his arms around her. Khushi tenderly raked her fingers through his hair and entwined their legs under the red sheets.
While this was in the confinement of Arnav and Khushi's bedroom, just outside those glass doors stood Anjali, Akash, whose hand was raised in a fist to knock on his Bhai's door in the beginning, but now it just sagged against the door frame holding him up, and Payal. They were there the entire time. All of those passionate moments between the exhausted couple inside the room were witnessed by their brother, sister, and sisters-in-law. Every single one. Every single moan which was sometimes Arnav and sometimes Khushi. Every single grunt and whine. They were there.
Akash couldn't look at his sister, Anjali, because of their brother. Payal refused to meet her husband's eye because of her sister. And Anjali wouldn't meet Payal's eyes due to their respective siblings now locked inside, spent. Attributing to these embarrassing moments. The 3 fled in 3 different directions: one muttering something about a Pooja thali, another with eyes downcast mumbling about a business email, and the last whispering about preparing dinner, ignoring that it was 2 mid-noon.
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