Arshi | OS | Just the Name

"Wear a salwar-kameez." with that he headed towards the door.

Khushi was disappointed. Very much. She patted her bump, saying: "I'm angry with you, Jr. ASR!" and saw Arnav stopping in his way. She pouted and continued, "No love for Mumma after you came."

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Arnav scrunching his eyes and hitting his forehead with his own hand.

Regretting? You have to, Raizada!

Arnav turned back and stood in front of her. Cupping her waist, he placed a sound, wet kiss on her lips. Khushi got the opportunity and plunged deep inside him.

After several moments, Arnav kissed her forehead and rested his on hers. They kept staring each other for minutes, then Arnav took a deep breath and said, "I love you," he paused for a moment and, "Khushi." with that, he went away.

Khushi was stunned and dazed. How could he do this to her? Every time, every damn time, it had been like this! She could swear, he was smirking when he went.

It had been always like this. He would call her by her name with his husky-est voice, once, she will melt into a puddle.

It was because..

From her birth to till now, her family, be it maternity or Sasural, she's Titaliya! And for her family friends, Titli.

And in middle school, she was called by everyone as Jalebi bai, owing to the song and her obsession for Jalebees.

She had been mortified to hear that, that too in front of the teachers.

But then, her best friend; partner-in-crime, Arnav, her mother's best friend's son, took pity on her and made it: JB!

From that, she had been JB! Seniors, juniors, even teachers were accustomed to address her with that name. And in this, her name, Khushi, was long forgotten. No one called her like that and it made her yearn it. A lot!

But one day, a change happened. She and Arnav were sitting on the sofa and watching a random rom-com, while eating, popcorn, chips, chocolates and of course, Jalebees!

After a good ninety minutes, the hero kissed the heroine. At her lips. Something triggered inside her. She turned to see that Arnav was also looking at her, in a different way. Shedding all their worries and damning the consequences, their lips met. Yes, they kissed. Their first kiss. She couldn't have had it in any other manner. It was perfect. And with Arnav, it was cherished.

They were heavily panting when they broke their kiss. Arnav rested his forehead on hers. His hands still cupping her buttery cheeks which were crimson. Khushi's hands were holding his wrists, respectively.

Arnav passed her a smile and leaned and sucked her bottom lip, fully, leaving her breathless. He then moaned "Mhmmm... Jalebee..."

From then, she's Jalebee. Class mates asked the reason for the change and tried to call her Jalebee but Arnav made it crystal clear that she's Jalebee only for him. And after marriage, if he addressed her as Jalebee then it's his call for a kiss.

Khushi blushed.

They stepped into high school. Days were good. Being JB for school, Titaliya for house and Jalebee for Arnav made her yearn for 'Khushi' a lot more.

It was their school's annual day. Khushi and her friend were the host of the evening and they were told to wear saree for the ceremony. Khushi selected a red one. Function was going all well. But at the middle, she was dragged by someone through the filled corridors. She tried to shout and shrug off the hand but dodging all the persons from her way, kept her busy.

Finally, the person stopped at the back of the school. But she didn't have time to analyse who the the person is, because his lips slanted down at hers. Hard and firm, yet tender and delicious. She didn't have to think for a moment who it could be. It was Arnav. Her Arnav!

Several minutes later, they broke off, panting like there's no tomorrow. Then, kissing her cheeks and eyelids, Arnav said, "I like you, Khushi!"

That's it!

Khushi! He said Khushi! Khushi with right amount of huskiness and hoarseness. Dipping and emphasizing wherever necessary, he said.

From then there was no turning back.

They dated, loved, confessed, engaged, married, made love and now they are about to be parents, but she still couldn't believe, that she fell for him just cause he said her name.

How much absurdly it may sound, that was the truth. Her life's truth.

But hell, she could count the times he had used it. It has been about six months of marriage; three years of courting and almost twenty-two years of friendship, but she count how many times he had called her 'Khushi'! Because, up until his middle school he had the practice of lisping which made her name, just horrible.

Only at the verge of his climax, with the sleep filled husky voice, at mornings, he would use it. If not, to melt her during arguments, fights and to coax her into anything. And she did. Who knew, just the name could be her undoing?

Khushi gasped suddenly.

Maybe her husband did..

Out of the blue, her mobile rang. She realized that it was her husband. What a coincidence? She mused.

Tapping the green button, she placed the phone on her ear and what she heard made her breath hitch.

He said: "I know you, 'Khushi' [Again with the right amount of dipping and emphasizing]. I love you!"

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