Arshi os: Thread of beads [Part-3 | 26/11/17]

"Arnavji aap ka coffee" exclaimed Khushi as she entered the bedroom and tried waking him up shaking his shoulders slightly..
The ever punctual and early riser ASR now got habituated to get pampered starting from the moment he opens his eyes till the end of the day.. And all credits goes to Khushi for mollycoddling her Arnavji to extents.. But every wife loves doing that doesn't she?
Arnav slowly opened his eyes listening to the tinkling of his wife's bangles and anklets as she tried arranging his clothes on the bed, calling his name softly..
"Arnavji"
Oh that melodious honey coated voice coming from her luscious lips.. Shit not again Arnav get a grip..
Putting halt to his forbidden thoughts he slowly opened his eyes getting greeted to the most beautiful and sinfully adorable view of her wife painted in a re... oh wait is she wearing a red saree again.. Third consecutive day in a row.. Shit man.. Now it's gonna be another torturous day.. Ufff
"Arnavji" came his name in a slightly louder voice as his wife arranged his necessities in the dressing table giving a clear view of her smoothy back adorned in two dories as her pallu came undone from her head..
How in the hell is he gonna survive now after getting to view such a appealing sight.. To which his eyes seemed to be glued..
As if sensing his intense stare on her back she immediately flipped her long hair to the back adjusting her pallu over her head and turned around to look at him..
"Arnavji" she exclaimed again but with a cute supressed smile adoring her lips as she spelt his name..
Oh how he loves understanding and staring every feature, expression and gestures of her..
"hmmm" came his response involuntarily his eyes still on her unmoving..
She came near him and handed the coffee from the side table..
He being an opportunist took entire advantage by brushing his fingers against hers slightly holding her fingers along with the cup and bringing to his lips as if trying to drink the coffee from her hands..
He watched to his amusement how his wife's face colored giving competition to the dark red saree she had worn..
She tried taking her fingers away from his hold but her action as always gave the opposite reaction as his hold only tightened to her every attempt..
"Arnavji" she squealed
To which he smirked but never once tried leaving her hand from his hold and asked her "kya hua Khushi" completing it with his trademark "tum theek ho"
Khushi tried glaring at him which she failed miserably as she could never wipe that traitorous smile.
To her amusement, he took the cup from their hand using his free one and kept on the side table..
Shouldn't it be her hand that should be freed instead of the cup.. What the.. She wondered..
Her thoughts came to an end as she felt her hand being tucked gently making her imbalanced .. To her relief and to his disappointment she landed siting on the bed..
"Arnavji" she tried again surprised at his sudden movements..
"it's six now" he told her by moving close to her and tucking some strands of her hair behind her ear.. He couldn't control but chuckle loudly looking at the goosebumps erupting on the skin surface that he touched..
She looked at the clock and to him confusedly as if telling him it's past seven thirty in the morning.. Her eyes and gestures are enough for him to understand her unspoken words..
"but Arnavji" she started to say only to be cut short by the bubbling laughter of him..
He's laughing uncontrollably falling back on bed at the same time tagging her also with him making her fall on him..
"Haaw Arnavji" she again called him in a warning tone this time..
His intensity of laughter increased more as she could literally feel his chest vibrating.. She felt unknown sensation being this close to him.. All she could do now was watch his face which looked more like a baby while laughing.. She admired his face with a silly grin..
After some moments he rolled her and came on top to her horror.. She shrieked and opened her mouth again to say something..
"Not again Khushi it's already eight now" she again looked at the clock which showed five minutes for eight
"par Arn-" there she felt his finger shushing her lips and lingering there.. She looked at his fingers then to his face rolling her doe like eyes between his finger and face..
"Haan Khushi bolo" He said and started tracing her lips using his index finger causing her breath to hitch..
She started hyperventilating now.. All this is so new to her.. They were married for four months now but still they never made any move to take their relation to next level. As it was an arranged marriage they decided to give each other the much needed space and time to understand each other.. Especially Arnav who was utterly against the concept of marriage needed some time to get acquainted to his current status of being married.. He still couldn't believe that how he said yes to marriage just by looking at her photo six months before.. He could still reminisce that day when his di purposely made him look at her photo.. When he refused to look at any girls' photo, his di found a more dramatic way to make him oblige and then feigned it to be an accident..
Now he felt like hugging his Di and expressing his heart felt thanks to her for bringing this Angel to his barren life.. But right now he hugged his wife to his heart's content in a tight grip trying to convey his entire emotions and feelings towards her.. He smiled in her embrace when he felt his wife relax in his arms after some initial hesitation and tensed moments.. Damn the meetings and office.. He wanted to prolong this moment till eternity..


Any guesses on what Arnav was hinting her?****************************************************************


Part 2
Part 3

That was too too adorable and beautiful.

Would love to read more ;)

That was so sweet!

Nice part

Nice os

Part 2:
Knock on the door disturbed their trance. Khushi jerked from her dreamy reality and tried pushing away Arnav from her. But was Asr the one to budge any time, never. His hold only tightened even if it's impossible to hold anymore tighter.. Khushi was getting panicked with Arnav's stubborness as the door was knocking again. "Arnavji ch-" her words were swallowed and her voice never came out as she felt her Arvavji's face in the crook of her neck. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she could not concentrate on anything at this moment.
Even though Arnav could feel her panic and apprehension he has no wish to end this magical moment. He got his wife back home in his room after a month as she was really busy with her jiji's wedding. The worst part of this siblings wedding is her stay in her mayka all through the marriage ceremonies. The last one month was nothing but pure torture. Even the private sanctuary of his room became his personal hell.
All he did in her absence was thinking and visualizing his Khushi everywhere. It was during these days he realised his true feelings for Khushi. Not that he wasn't aware of his growing attraction or liking towards his young beautiful wife before. But he was scared of naming his feelings. It was in her absence he analysed the depth of his emotions and finally found courage to admit to himself that he love his wife. He always have. Since the time he laid his eyes on her. He longed like a parched man for her one glimpse amidst the wedding functions of Payal and Aakash. No matter how much crowded the venue is or neither he cared that it's his brother's pre-wedding functions. All he wanted is to see her smile, feel her presence beside him. His hands never missed the chance to interlink his fingers between hers and stood proudly beside her whenever someone introduced them as a couple.
Now after torturing him to extents how does she expect him to be quiet. She deserves some punishment. So he took advantage of her effect to his closeness. He wonders how she manages to blush every single time.
He buried his face into the mystery of her hair inhaling the sweet lavendar emanating from the long tresses.
*knock knock*
This time before he knew he found himself being pushed and landing on the other side. Woah his wife truly has some inhumane power sometimes. This push is much more stronger than the kick she gives in her taekwondo sleeping style.
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She hurriedly moved to the door after fixing her saree and found hari prakash calling them for breakfast.
"haan tell di we are coming" she managed to speak amidst her heavy breathing. She still could not get over from the happenings of few moments. She blushed more and turned around and found him drinking his coffee and gazing at her leisurely with those piercing and smouldering eyes. She found it difficult to stand anymore in his line of vision and tried making her way out.
"Khushi" she turned around and asked "ji"
"thank god you didn't say it again. You know it's nine already from morning"
She looked at him confused again
"what Khushi you were chanting my name from morning and when I count them and tell you. You give give me that look"
She got what he was trying to tell her and smiled at him. He moved towards her and she started walking backwards as always.
"so you like it" he asked naughtily
"ji?" She questioned him
"my name. I never knew you like my name so much. By the way I prefer it without the ji"
She widened her eyes at his demand "ji nahi woh"
"haan Khushi that's what I'm saying no ji. Just my name" he started walking towards her with every word. Now she was cornered between him and the wall.
"say it" he almost pleaded in his husky voice.
"aaarnavvv...ji" she told his name in a trance as his breath started falling on her face.
"no just Arnav" he demanded again and bent further towards her.
She lost her voice with his proximity and was just looking into his eyes.
He kissed her forehead "no worries we will practice. Every time you say my name with that ji. You get my kisses"
He grinned at her scandalised face. She pushed him again and ran out without turning back.
He couldn't control his smirk and thought "run as much as you can sweetheart but you'll again reach me in the end".
He smirked naughtily and looked back at his room where she arranged all his needed things in a perfect way. He smiled proudly and wondered how does she manage to do everything perfectly. No wonder Nani praises her and tags her as the "Perfect Bahu".
He decided to get ready fast and spend some more time with his wife before heading to office. He frowned at the idea of leaving her and going to work for eight long hours. It's very much unlikely thought for a workaholic person like him. "What have you done to me Khushi" he murmurs smilingly. Now he's heading downstairs with a mission to tease his wife and gaze at her flushed cheeks or better kiss them. Yeah from today he's never gonna leave her without getting his morning kisses. He winked at his wife from top of the stairs who in turn dropped the plate she was holding while arranging the breakfast table. She looked at him with her widened eyes. "oh it's gonna be so much fun" he thought mischievously. **************************************
To be continued...😊

Nice update... Plz update ur another story Arshi SS

Lovely update,really liked mischievous arnav n his ways to get what he wants from his innocent wife.

Thank you for all your likes and comments.. 😊

Part 3:
She was watering the plants admiring her husband's garden. Every plant showed his utmost care and dedication. That's how he is whatever he does he always do them with all of his capabilities showing his affection and compassion. She inhaled a blossomed rose and remembered her husband's words
Flashback
"Arnavji you're tired already. Come here. I will water them" she insisted as her stubborn husband who even after an entire day of work at office still resists taking rest.
"Khushi but" she never let him finish as she pulled him towards the recliner and made him sit on it handing him his coffee. "Now chup chap drink the coffee Arnavji" she tried ordering him in her soft voice. Arnav smiled at her and started drinking the coffee and watched her taking care of his garden. He could not stop himself but compare her with the roses of his garden. As if sensing his thoughts she started admiring and inhaled it's sweet fragrance. "Just like you" she heard him say. She turned around and looked at him. Arnav didn't know when he voiced out his thoughts but now that he have done that he couldn't agree more and repeated it loudly "Roses are just like you Khushi" he paused and continued seeing her expected reaction "Always blushing red". She blushed even more making her cheeks give even more competition to the color of the flower. "Arnavji" she whined. He started laughing at her state when his phone started ringing. He got busy in his call excusing himself while she stood there smiling and blushing.
Flashback ends
She blushed again thinking about his words. She knew her husband was a man of few words and speaks to the point. But still he never hesitated to compliment her and make her feel special. She didn't know when and how but she slowly started falling for him. These few days of separation made her realize that she's no longer complete without him by her side. She knew her husband is not someone who believes in love and other emotional aspects. But is it truly necessary to vocalize one's feeling when it's just already palpable enough in their actions or more so even in their glance too. She loves her arnavji for who he is. She would never wish to change him in anyway. She admired his on the tip of nose anger, his stubbornness in making things work his way, his discrete way of caring for his beloved ones, his dedication for his work. Just like that every single small and insignificant things about him became her most prized possession. The more she observed and tried understanding him the more she was drawn towards her husband. She heard door opening sound and realized he was back from office. She saw him entering the room and searching her with his eyes. She rushed to take his laptop bag and coat. "Arnavji freshen up. I will bring coffee for you" she smiled at him and started walking towards the door to go down. When she was about to open the door, she felt him hugging her from behind, keeping his head on her shoulder. It's the first time he did something like that. But from the time she came back from her mayka, she felt few changes in his behaviour. Not that she had any complains but it only increased her heartbeat several notches higher whenever he comes closer than usual. She blushed more when he tightened his hold around her waist. Arnav observed her all reaction to his proximity and enjoyed her nervous and blushing. "Hope you remember our morning conversation Khushi. Now that you lost the bet and called me with that ji" he paused deliberately to see her reaction and asked her softly "so Khushi can I?" He waited for her to pull back and rush out as she would usually do. His intentions were only to tease her but not to make her uncomfortable hence he was always careful that he never crosses the limit though he wishes to erase all distance between them with just her one innocent look. He knew she still needed time to be more comfortable with him and his closeness. He had no qualms either cause he loved teasing and flirting with her and see her blush as a reflex. "Khushi" he whispered near her ear. "hmmm" She shivered slightly feeling his hot breath near her crook of neck but never resisted. Seeing her not pulling back as expected by him, he eyed her. He inhaled her lavendar scent and when still he felt no reluctance from her side he couldn't resist much and kissed her cheek once with a smack sound. He saw her eyes closed and cheeks burning especially where he just kissed. He moved to her other cheek and kissed her there too to make the redness match on both her cheeks. He chucked when she tightened her hold on his hand. Unknowingly his hand slid her pallu aside. When she felt his cold fingers on her bare waist she jerked from her dreamland and pushed him slightly "I will come now Arnavji" she mumbled rushing out. She stopped on stairs and kept hands near her heart clutching her hand there as if it will ease down the speed of it's beat.
But all she heard was
Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak

To be continued...