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Her body froze. Her eyes followed his hand holding the phone while looking, he stared at it for a few seconds, then looked up to see her, her anxious eyes.

He said “I have to take this, I will be right back” and walked away to take the call. Passing her. Leaving her, just like that. With his phone.

All the thoughts that had stopped for a minute, came back running.

He was on the phone, away from everyone. Having a serious conversation. That’s when she saw Roshni walk to him, casually holding her wine glass.

He saw her walking towards him, but he gestured to her to stop, firmly. And continued his call. Then she turned around and started walking towards her. She saw that, totally displeased with that, she wondered why she was coming to her. I don’t want to talk to her, or even see her. Should I walk away? But that would be too obvious. She remained still, trying not to make it evident on her face.

Roshni got there and said “Why are you here?” She couldn’t believe her audacity to question her like that. Now she didn’t care about being rude, or being unprofessional. She replied in annoyance “our company is hosting this party. Remember?” She replied “I know but your friend K said you never attend parties, then why are you here? Is it because Arnav is here?” She interrupted “Mr. Raizada, not Arnav” while glaring at her pretentious face, her slu**y dress, her glass of wine.

She refused to validate her question with an answer. She turned her head to see her husband, who was still engrossed in rather deep conversation. She started walking when she heard her voice again “I don’t think you should go to him, he is probably on a personal call with his family. He wouldn’t like you disturbing him.”

She stopped. Not because Roshni told her to not to go. Not because he would stop her like he stopped Roshni. But to show Roshni what she can do with Mr. Raizada. She walked back to her. Stood in front of her. Making eye contact with her. Took her phone out and dialed her husband.

His phone beeped. He saw the name blinking while on his call. Khushi. And then he looked at her. She wasn’t looking at him. She was facing Roshni. Why was Roshni with Khushi? This did not look good.

“I told you not to disturb him. He will not take your call” and she laughed. Suppressing her shock to see how he did not answer her call, she was just staring at her phone when she felt his touch on the small of her back, startling her. And she turned to see.

He was there. “You called. What’s going on?” He said to her in front of Roshni, while tracing his cold finger on her bare skin, hiding it perfectly behind her Sari. She looked at Roshni, quietly, in deep satisfaction. There. That was her reply to her unnecessary statement. Before Roshni could say anything, they heard “I am so glad you are here. I am soooo happy” said K, came closer and hugged Khushi, making him retract his hand from her back. “I don’t know how you are here today, but I know I am very happy you are here.”

Khushi: It’s because Mr. Raizada is here.

He raised his eyebrows. To hear that unexpected announcement. Both the women turned to see him. One in frustration, other rather casually.

Khushi: That’s what Ms. Saxena thinks. Right Ms. Saxena?

Now the other two turned to see Roshni. One in confusion, other in anger. And that was the reply to her other question from earlier. Now she was done. That would put her in her place. Leaving her perplexed at what to say or do next. Roshni noticed his anger, she had seen that before in the office. She did not want to deal with that right now. Not in front of everyone here. He was about to say something when his wife signaled with her eyes not to say anything. He did not question her and stopped himself, though curious to know why. Karan arrived there right before things got more awkward and said “what are you guys talking about?”

Now everyone looked at Karan when K leaned on Khushi’s shoulder and said “I really don’t know…I think Khushi is here because ASR is here. But I think that’s not true. And maybe Roshni thinks that it is. I really don’t know...”

All eyes were on K now. “Are you drunk?” asked Karan. “No, I don’t think so. I only had a few drinks. I am just happy Khushi is here.” Replied Karan “of course, that will save her a trip to solve your so-called relationship problems.” And they all laughed. Well, three of them. One smile. And one resentful individual.

Part D Continues....

D

Karan continued talking about some business related matters. Roshni participated in those conversations. That’s when he noticed Khushi rubbing her arms, probably feeling chilly. He interrupted their conversation and asked “are you cold?” directly looking at her with concern, mentally questioning his judgment to select her clothes.. She replied “just a little, it is getting windy now.”

Humans are complicated beings.

They make their lives complicated themselves.

They make their own rules. Even when it’s not needed.

They break their own rules. When they shouldn’t.

These two had decided to keep their relationship a secret, unanimously. Until they disclose it to their child. But could it really be that hard to keep their life private? How long were they going to keep this a secret? They didn’t know. Without bothering about anyone around, he took his coat off, walked to her and placed it on her, very gently. She didn’t know what she could have done at this point, she just said “thank you” awkwardly noticing all eyes resting on them. K spoke “maybe I should have worn a thin Sari” and winked at Khushi’s husband and pulled Khushi away from them. From him.

The evening was getting darker. Lively for some, slow for few. Everyone had formed some sort of groups as per their liking. Music continued to soothe the ambiance...

Aaj jaane ke zidd na karo...yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho….

They were still there. At the party. Together, yet separated. She did not want to be there any longer. She wanted to be alone with her husband. She just didn’t know why he was still there. Why wouldn’t he budge. He watched her closely engaging in conversation with K. Mostly just being a listener. They both started walking, away from the deck. And disappeared. He quickly took his phone out and texted her Where are you going? Leaving Karan and Roshni in their work-related conversations.

No reply. He then called her. She didn’t answer. He excused himself and started walking towards her while still calling her. And that’s when he heard her phone ring, on their table. She had left her phone. Great. He had lost sight of her by now. He picked up her phone and continued walking in the same direction he had seen her go.

He was still walking, trying to follow his wife without even seeing a trace of her. Passing people dancing, drinking, eating. He didn’t know where to go. Which way.

Why does she always make me run after her?

Seeing no trace of her and many choices of direction, he stood still for a second. That’s when he saw Roshni, he tried to reach her before she would vanish too. He quickly walked to her and asked bluntly “where is Khushi?” She noticed his panicky voice and asked “why do you want to know where she is?”

Okay, she was right. She wasn’t drunk.

Startled at her question. He didn’t know what he should answer. He saw her phone in his hand and said “I have her phone, I have to give it back to her.” Phew! That was close, he thought. She replied “Let me take it, I will give it to her.” And she took the phone from his hand. And his excuse. Just like that.

Crap. He screamed, mentally. That was my only excuse. And now it’s gone. She took it.

And she started walking away. He would have to stop her again. He followed her again, trying to be as casual as possible, he spoke again “I also had to talk to her about something…about work.” Yes, that was a good enough excuse. She replied “she is done for the night, she was tired so she went to her room.”

Room? What room? She was supposed to go OUR room? Where did she go? Which room? Damn Khushi.

K was definitely going to think he was weird. And a stalker. And very creepy. But he had to know where her room was. He mustered all his courage and put all his ego aside and asked again “sorry, I need my coat back from her.” And tried to avoid eye contact. So he wouldn’t look like a fool. He was definitely acting like one though. Things he would have to do to find his wife..

“You want the coat back that you gave her when she was cold?” She looked at him in shock and disappointment. That was a valid question.

Shit. Now she probably thinks not only am I weird, I am also crazy. Who would ask for their coat back? WHO? What type of excuse was that?

He did not sign up for this. He had to make up lies after lies just to find his wife. What type of New Years were they going to have!?

But so much damage had been done already, he couldn’t back out now. He thought quickly and replied “no, of course not. I don’t want my coat back. I want my phone, it’s in the coat.”

She better not ask anymore questions. Because he was done. He couldn’t make up anymore lies. Or excuses. He was about to give up when he heard “okay, for a second I thought you were losing your mind.”

I really was about to lose my mind if you had asked any more questions, he thought.

And smiled “here take her phone, you can give her her phone too while you are there. Her room is 2204 I think. I will see you around.” She handed him her phone and walked away.

Part E Continues...

E

Finally. He had her phone and her room number. Now he just had to find her room. And her. He looked at the time, he definitely had enough time until midnight. He started following room numbers and noticed her phone...

There it was. Room 2204. His destination. He let out a slight sigh of relief. What all he had to do to find his wife. He got impatient and knocked. No answer. He knocked again.

Is this the right room? His patience was never tested like this before. Well, actually that wasn’t true. He might as well just get used to this now.

He finally heard “hold on I am coming”, it was her voice. Phew. It was the correct room. He impatiently waited for her to open the door. She finally opened the door.

Looking even more ravishing than before. In that red Sari he had gifted her. How perfectly it draped around her petite body. She let him in, slightly surprised to see him. Before she could turn around and walk away, he pulled her in and said “you really do know how to make me run after you every single time.”

She looked at him. He was there. He found her. All on his own. She had been wanting to be with him alone for quite a long time by now. She crashed on his chest, giving in. She had been wanting to embrace him all evening but couldn’t. Now he was finally there, alone with her. No other people, no friends, no colleagues, no crowd. Just him with her, alone.

And she wrapped herself around him, tightly, leaving no room for anything between them. Without saying a word. He noticed her silence. He whispered “are you okay sweetheart?” And he kissed her hair. She looked up to see him, his eyes, so deeply invested in her.

She asked him “why did you invite me here?”

She didn’t ask him anything when she got there. Not even the whole time they were together, or during the dance. Then why now. He had to be creative. He answered “because Karan invited me.”

Khushi: You know what I mean..

Arnav: No, I don’t know what you mean..

Khushi: Why did you want me to come here?

Arnav: Because you had said once, you have to see the same person all year long if you see them at midnight, that’s why.

Khushi: You could see me at my house too, why here?

Arnav: Because we are still dating sweetheart. So dating happens outside the house.

Khushi: Did K say something in the meeting?

Arnav: Say what?

Khushi: Anything about me?

Arnav: She always talks about you. You have to be more particular.

Khushi: Nothing. Never mind. Roshni said something...so I thought I should ask you..

He had to change the topic. He absolutely did not want to discuss what happened in that meeting. He pulled her in even closer and said “let’s not discuss other people right now. Especially not her.” And that did the trick. She did not want to talk about her either.

He looked at her with mischief and said “are you planning on wearing my coat all night long?” She blushed. And smiled thinking of their interaction at the party and replied “what were you going to say if someone had questioned it?” He replied “I am sure I would have managed something. Like I did with K a few minutes ago.” Before she could say anything else, he said “let’s go to our room. Whose room is this anyway? We should go to our room. Let’s go.”

Her phone ring interrupted his request. She looked around to find her phone, but she didn’t know he had her phone. He took it out and gave it to her. “How do you have my phone?” She asked while trying to see who was calling, but the ring stopped, and beeped, it was a text. I am coming over.

Part F Continues...

F

She read the text, looked at him and said “K is coming.”

“Damn it. Why is she doing this to me? What have I ever done to her?” He was talking out loud, in exasperation. She asked “what are you talking about? What did she do?” He held her hand and said “can we please leave before she gets here?” Khushi saw his pleading eyes. It was funny. She asked “what is going on?” He started blabbering again “she is going to ask too many questions, I thought I was done for the night. Can we please leave? I don’t want to interact with her anymore.”

Khushi: That’s right. You will not interact with her. She is coming to see me. Not you.

Arnav: I know but I am here too.

Khushi: You will have to hide when she gets here.

Arnav: Why do I always have to hide every New Years Eve we are together?

And they both exchanged a strange smile reminiscing their first New Years Eve..

Khushi: Because she is coming here. Just hide before she gets here.

Arnav: Where?

Khushi: I don’t know. Figure it out.

Arnav: Under the blanket again?

She laughed…

Loud..

Openly…

The most he had seen her laugh since they met again…

At least she was happy..

Khushi: No. Somewhere else.

Arnav: Bathroom?

Khushi: No. What if she has to use the restroom?

Arnav: What? Why would she have to use the restroom here?

Khushi: I don’t know. What if she does?

Arnav looked around and thought why do I always have to get trapped like this. But of course, he definitely should get used to the most unplanned adventures around her. He gave up.

Arnav: Fine. Where should I hide?

Khushi: Behind the curtains?

Arnav: What? No. How about I just leave?

Khushi: What if she sees you?

Arnav: So what? No no no Actually I don’t want her to see me again. This is just great. Now I have to hide. Here.

And they both heard the dreading knock.

Khushi whispered “can you please hurry up and hide. Please. Sorry. Please hide. I can’t have her see you here with me. Pleaseeee. Hide. Find a spot. I am going to open the door.

And she walked towards the door, opening in distress.

K walked in and went straight to the bed and laid flat facing down.

Thankfully he did not hide on that bed. She smiled and spoke “what happened K? Are you okay?” She replied still laying on her bed “Uggghhh I hate everyone.”

Khushi: What happened?

K: I don’t want to talk about it.

Khushi: Okay…

While she looked around the room to find her husband. She couldn’t see him anywhere.

K: Khushi, are you even listening?

Khushi: Yes...of course I am. What’s going on?

K: I just told you I hate everyone. I hate relationships. I can’t stand it. I want to stay with you tonight.

Khushi: What...

Her phone beeped. No. Absolutely not. She cannot stay with you tonight.

She laughed out loud reading that text. Again. And he watched her...

She replied where are you? I can’t see you.

He answered That’s the point of hiding, right?

Before she replied, she heard “Khushiiiiii I am too tired to go anywhere. I think I am maybe drunk now. Can I pleaseeeee stay here?” Asked half drowsy K.

Her phone beeped So now she is drunk? Great. What timing.

She didn’t understand his text, so instead she tried to find him in the room..

K: You know, you were right all along. You never get anything from falling in love. From a relationship. You are always disappointed. ALWAYS. Now I know you were right. All men are jerks. They break your heart and they don’t even care. You were right. I should have listened to you. It’s so hard for you to put your life together again.

She paused for a second and then spoke again “you should never forgive the guy who broke your heart. NEVER. If you forgive him once, he will break your heart again. HE. WILL. BREAK. YOUR. HEART. AGAIN. Believe me.”

She looked at K, partly dazed, then tried to find him before she said anything else. It went from funny to panic to awkward really quick.

K: How did you even get over that guy you loved once? How? I have been trying for a while and I still can’t. How did you move on? Did you ever move on?

She pulled herself up. Looked at preoccupied Khushi and said “why aren’t you answering anything?” Khushi replied “it’s very late, I will drop you to your room.” K tried standing up and said “why can’t I stay with you? I don’t want to be alone. I am saadddd.”

And she made her puppy face, pleading. Caught between her friend’s plea and her husband’s request, she just stood there. Trying to find a solution. She spoke “let’s go, I will go take you to your room. I will stay there with you, not here.”

She supported her and started walking when K spoke again “you know, that guy would have been so lucky to have you. Anyone would have been so lucky to have you. But that’s his bad luck. I really hope you do move on...Find someone else, someone better than him. Much better. I am so glad you are here.”

She looked around to see if she could see him once before she left. She didn’t.

Part G Continues...

G

Few minutes later, she texted him I will come back to the room once she falls asleep. She is almost passed out. Sorry :(

She waited while K continued her drunk blabbers, she couldn’t understand half of it anymore. Maybe she wasn’t even listening. She was waiting for his reply but no hope. Why wasn’t he texting her back?

Was it because of what K said in the room…?

Minutes passed. Still no reply. Should I text him again? She wasn’t sure. She was getting this uncomfortable feeling. Why wasn’t he replying? She noticed K, she was passed out. She covered her properly, fixed the light and left. It didn’t feel like it was too far from her room when she had left. Now it was taking forever. It reminded her of the award night when she was trying to find him. She was walking. Fast. But he did not leave that night. Why would he leave today? She was about to reach her room when she saw him. She let a slight sigh of relief and hurried over. He was walking away from the door. She stopped her feet. He continued walking towards her, reached her and asked her in a clear direct voice “can we please go to our room?”

And that’s all he said, waiting for her reply. She nodded yes. He placed his hand on her back, indicating her to walk with him in that direction. And she did. They reached the elevator, he pressed the button, the door opened, they entered. Still silent. Neither of them said anything. They reached their floor, and the door opened. He repeated the same thing, placed his hand on her back, slightly, to show her direction. And they both walked together, in silence.

His floor must have been close to the party deck, she could hear music..

Phir le aaya dil majboor kya keeje..

Raas na aaya rehna door kya keeje..

Dil keh raha usse makammal kar bhi aao..

Woh jo adhoori si baat baaki hai...

Kismat ko hai yeh manzoor kya keeje...

She looked at him. He was calm, at least on the outside. He was looking straight ahead. Not once losing his focus elsewhere. She didn’t know what he was thinking. All this eeriness was very unsettling. “Aaahh” she screamed, he turned to find her struggling with her earring. He stopped, stood in front of her, right there in that corridor, and fixed her earring. Not leaving the sight of her face, though still quiet. He fixed her earring and continued walking again..

They finally reached his room, he unlocked the door and held it for her. She entered, he followed and let the door shut behind them. She took small steps in, hoping he would stop her and say something. She didn’t want to turn around to ask him anything.

The silence was unbearable now.

Her thoughts came to an halt when he suddenly pulled her towards him, without any warning. He wrapped her slender body in his one arm, looked directly in her eyes and said “you know I will never break your heart again. NEVER.”

She looked at him, he was worried if she could doubt his intentions. She could doubt him. Even now. She realized all the time he had spent reassuring her, she had never reverted. NEVER.

He had spent all this time making her feel secure. But she didn’t. Not even once.

He had spent all this time trying to convince her. But she didn’t. Not even once.

He had spent all this time trying to console her. But she didn’t. Not even once.

All these thoughts glazed her eyes, threatening to spill. She saw him getting worried, before he panicked further, she rested her forehead on his chest and said “I know you will never hurt me. And I will not hurt you either. Never.”

He did not say anything. She waited with bated breath but she heard nothing. She had to give up and look up at him, to her surprise he was already looking at her, intensely. She tried reading his eyes, his face, but couldn’t..

He placed both his hands on her waist, on either side, clasping her tightly, he spoke “you are always going to be mine?” She heard him, clearly understanding what he was asking, she felt his hands on her face now, and asked again “tell me Khushi, you will always be mine?”

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Part H Continues...

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She heard him, clearly understanding what he was asking, she felt his hands on her face now, and asked again “tell me Khushi, you will always be mine?”

His wild gaze evoked her inner most senses…

His body against her, waiting for her approval…

His coat was off her body now, his fingers lost in her tresses…

While not removing his eyes from her face, not even for a second…

He arched her neck, slightly and whispered again “tell me Khushi, you are only mine?”

Her heaving chest clearly exposed her needs...

She barely got herself to whimper “yes…” Clutching onto his vest..

She felt his hands sliding on her bare waist pulling her in further..

Letting her feel him..

And whispered again “yes what Khushi?” Damping her earlobes, slightly. Also elsewhere...

His hands reached for that silk fabric covering her body…

And she allowed…

His finger advanced, moving from her neck down to her blouse…

She was craving for his touch. She was ready. She had been waiting..

“Say you are only mine.” He demanded. She could barely stand still, weak in her knees, and everywhere else, she complied “I am only yours. Always.”

His cold finger traced the hem of her heaving blouse, satisfied to see her want for him..

He asked “did you wear everything I got you?”

Surprised to hear that sudden question, her eyes opened. She pulled herself up and saw him amused. Shocked to see he asked her this right now, her frustration showed on her face as clear as the moon light reflecting from the window. She tried moving away from him, but held her in, even tighter. And asked again “tell me, did you wear everything I got you?”

She moved in closer, placing her palm on his chest, his hold on her loosened up…

And she got out of his hold and stepped back. He moved forward. She stepped back. One step at a time until she landed on that clear glass window.

He reached her. She was radiating under the moonlight. Half dressed, displaying her perfectly desperate self. He was about to lean in when she turned around, away from him. Leaving him devastated..

He moved in closer and whispered from behind “why are you doing this to me?”

She replied “because this is your punishment..”

He moved her long hair, letting her feel his skin on hers, revealing her back..

His lips touched her skin when he whispered “what’s my punishment?” She couldn’t help but lean her half bare back on his chest…

She replied with all her remaining strength “you are not allowed to see if I wore everything you got me.” He replied “that is not fair Khushi…” while undraping the rest of the fabric off her body..

She could barely resist his voice…

Let alone his touch…

And his desires for her...

She somehow managed to mutter “it is.” With a slight sigh. Letting him know she won’t be giving in..

Not this time..

He spoke “if that’s what you want” and pulled that one string holding her blouse...

Gently removing the blouse off her body.

Making her shiver…

He unclasped her bra, which he wasn’t allowed to see her in. And he removed it, as he was told.

“Only you can order me like this,” said her husband.

Pleased to hear that, she attempted to turn around..

But he did not let her..

She was giving in..

But he stopped her this time..

Leaving her confused..

That’s when she heard “stay still” and felt his hand on her core.

She flinched.

And let out a craving moan...

Her hands were becoming desperate to touch him…

Her arms were desperate to hold him…

Her lips were desperate to kiss him..

But he wouldn’t budge.

He noticed her longing for him..

Her chest heaved heavily…

Her body needed his…

Her lips hungry for his…

She felt his finger ravaging her deepest thirst…

Making her ache for more…

She had never experienced intimacy like this before..

As his finger stroked her gently, yet wildly..

He had so much control over her.

Over her feelings…

Over her needs…

Over her body…

She heard him undress when he whispered “you still want to punish me?” She wanted to reply…

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Part I Continues...

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I

She wanted to reply, but she couldn’t. Her body was going through unfamiliar desires.

Strong.

Primal..

She wanted him. Now. She needed him inside her. She wanted to turn around, yet again, but his firm hold failed her attempt. “Don’t Move.” He ordered.

She stopped.

That’s when she felt his leg wrap into hers...

He took both her palm and gently placed them on the window for support…

She let him guide her as he pleased..

He liked that. Her lower body was entwined with his as he wanted…

He whispered “stop me if you feel anything but pleasure.”

And he entered her wet, inviting, eager core. Gently.

She gasped. Filled with pleasure. He heard that. Encouraging him to go further inside.

Deeper..

“Aaaaahhhh”, she moaned. Relishing his hard wild self within her..

Her palms pushed further on that glass…

He slowly moved his finger on her cl****is…

While still inside her..

Her body trembled. He felt that. His spare hand grasped her hair, pulled her body in, making her arch, leading her to moan again, a loud one, and he ordered “I will pleasure you until I am satisfied today.”

His fingers stroked her warm cl*t gently…

With each rub begging her to ask more…

While still penetrating her with hard phallus inside her…

Simultaneously…

Arousing her deepest desires…

Creating electrifying havocs inside her..

She had never experienced this before...

Her body stirred with wild pleasures she never knew existed..

Just when she was at the zenith of passion, he removed his experienced fingers from her oh-so wet self…

Leaving her flustered..

She did not like that…

She turned her head slightly to see his face, begging him to not stop. He saw that and said “do you want more?”

She had no control over what her body wanted anymore.

What she wanted any longer.

She was at his mercy...

She pleaded “yes...please...” But he ignored her request.

She waited.

Desperate for him to touch her like before…

He softly whispered “take my hand where you want it.”

Making her shudder.

Leaving waves of uncontrollable desires..

She attempted to shift, just to see him, but couldn't. His body firmly held her against the clear glass, refusing to let her move. At all.

“Do it.” He demanded.

And she did.

He smiled, feeling powerful.

Making him want her more than ever before.

She felt his thumb..

Making her whimper..

Assaulting her cl****is..

Wildly…

“Arnav….” said his wife.

Only she could bring out his pure primal self out..

It was rewarding…

“Now.” He ordered his wife.

He pulled out of her…

Leaving her frustrated…

But his finger continued, just one last throb, the temperature rose, in a matter of seconds he felt her convulse...

As he demanded. Weakening her body…

She trembled from that powerful aftershock..

Rewarding him with her peak..

She finally felt his arms around her. Securing her in his strong arms. Tight.

Letting her relax..

Without saying anything…

Quietly listening to her racing heart beat...

Her eyes were closed…

Body totally dependent on her husband…

Time had stopped...

His hands moved to her chest…

Cupping her tender br***ts…

Felt her taut n****es..

Her senses awakened. Yet again.

How was that possible..

She had just achieved the most sensous climax..

And she heard “look how you control me.”

Letting her feel his erection..

For her...

He crashed her back on that same window..

Fiercely..

Unannounced..

He released his hold…

Leaving her dazed..

She could barely keep herself together when she felt him…

Again…

Harder..

Thicker...

Wilder..

Sliding deeper and deeper..

Pulsating inside her…

In rhythm…

Bursting her with raw blazing explosions..

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Her hands found his skin…

Raking it with her nails…

Letting him know she too wanted him. Equally..

Allowing him to pleasure her…

In every sense...

She heard him “stop me if you…” She interrupted “Noo...” Loud and clear.

Declaring her approval..

With each thrust…

Blurring that glass window…

From all their body heat…

Entwined in each other…

Together…

They concluded…

Yet again.

Both collided on that window. Quietly. The only sound could be heard was their hearts, beating together.

Part J Continues...

J

She felt his hand in her hair, gently rearranging it, he whispered “are you okay sweetheart?”

She smiled. In content. She replied in a soft lazy voice “can I turn around now?” He made some space, held her and slowly turned her to face him.

Finally.

He stood there. Admiring his wife. She was blushing. She looked perfect..

Still lost in the aftermath of their heated passion…

Her body beamed…

Her face glowed…

Eyes sparkled…

He noticed her rub her arms again, perhaps cold again. He got partially dressed. He looked around to find his coat somewhere in the room, spotted it, got it and placed it on her. Again.

She said “thank you.” He asked playfully “for what?” She pushed her mischievous husband away and tried to walk away…

But he stopped her and ordered “no walking right now.” He gently lifted her in his arms, her half dressed petite body and walked towards the bed.

Laying her down. Slowly..

He looked around for the clock. They both looked at the time. They were right on time. He leaned in and placed his lips on hers…

“Thank you for being in my life.” She heard that and said “you are supposed to say Happy New Year.”

He smiled at his demanding wife and said “do you want to see me for the rest of the year?” She answered “rest of my life.”

He leisurely got on top of her and asked “did I hurt you?” She placed her palm on his bare built chest and said “you never hurt me.”

Surprised to see her bold side, he replied “you were right, I do make you violent.” He smirked. Leaving her in absolute shock.

Her eyes widened. Realizing what he said. But super confused. She asked “how do you...I mean what are...I thought…”

Amused to see her facial expression, he replied “you thought you deleted that text from my phone?” She answered “I am pretty sure I did.”

He did not know which Khushi he liked more, this very confused one, the sexy one, the very violent one, or the angry one. All. He liked all of her. Loved all of her.

He clarified “yes, you did delete it.” Leaving her more baffled. And enjoying every bit of it. She was trying to think hard, but to no avail.

He finally explained “you deleted it from my phone. Not yours.” And smirked.

Her mouth formed that same old O. Her eyes blinked. In shock.

She finally asked “how did you get my phone? I mean when? Oh..K gave it to you? And you read my messages?”

He closed his coat buttons on her, making her flinch, yet again, and said “no. I only read my message.”

She smiled. At her clever hot monster of a husband. But her facial expression changed, suddenly. Out of nowhere.

She sat up and said “I totally forgot to call Naina. How can I do that? I hope Aashna is fine. How can I do that?”

Guilt took over her face..

She looked around for her phone…

He laid her back down, gently. Calming her guilt, he said, “don’t worry, I talked to Naina and Aashna was fine. They baked something, she was very excited. She went to sleep already and I am sure Naina is probably sleeping too. It’s very late to call her.”

It could have been the guilt..

Or the pleasures he granted her earlier..

Or the actual fact that he did something so important. For her. Maybe even for him.

For their family.

Or the fact that he was talking to Naina when he was on the phone. His family. Not what she thought..

Her eyes were moist…

Her heart filled with joy…

Her love for him grew a bit more..

If that was even possible..

Her lips found his…

Capturing all his love for her. Just pure love.

And he let her..

Devouring her..

She parted her lips from her and whispered “if someone had told me a few months ago, I would be spending New Years Eve with you, I would have never believed it.”

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and said “dinner?” She replied “so now you are hungry?” He smiled and spoke again “you can freshen up if you like, I will order dinner.” He pulled her up…

She came out of the shower and looked around for him. He wasn’t there. She panicked. It was so late, where would he go this late..

She was about to find her phone to call him when she heard the door, it was the balcony door. He walked in and said “dinner is here. You can change and come outside.” She looked at her Sari on the floor…

He walked to the table and brought her a bag and said “here is your change of clothes.” She looked at the bag, realizing she never noticed it before, and said “how were you so sure I would come here?”

He got closer, took her hand in his, and said “I just had to believe it.”

Making her remember all those times she had told him over and over to just ‘believe’.

Many years before…

Which felt like a lifetime now..

When she used to ‘believe’

She squeezed his hold on her hand and said “it takes that long to believe.”

Letting him know everything without saying anything…

He understood it.

And accepted it…

“You can change, I will freshen up.”

Part K Continues...

K

She changed into her comfortable clothes, fixed her hair and walked to the balcony...

Surprised to see what was waiting for her..

The recliners were turned into a makeshift bed…

Flickering candles..

Overlooking the ocean…

Dinner..

And a gift box…

She heard his footsteps. She turned and said “when did you do all this?” She asked in sheer joy. She did like it. It was hard for him to figure out what the new Khushi liked. She started walking towards him but paused, she looked around like she was trying to find an invisible object..

She asked “do you hear something? Like music?” He replied “yes, I think the party is still going on and it’s below this deck, so we can hear it slightly.” She walked to the edge, held the hand rail and attempted to look down. Like a little child.

Her face looked blissfully content. And he let her be. Was it his overconfidence or he did actually see the old Khushi in her today, right now. She closed her eyes, taking all in..

The wind.

The water.

The music.

The feeling…

She turned around to see him. Her husband. Who was already watching her, intently. He smiled and said “let’s eat?”

She replied “dance?” Stunned to hear that, he didn’t know how to react. She got closer to him and said again “dance?”

They could barely hear any music, but she wanted to dance. And he accepted, happily.

Her body rested on his, without any restrictions of anyone watching them. He held her, tenderly, in his arms while they both swayed together...

Music was done.

So was their few minutes of dance.

Dinner finished.

They were laying on that bed..

She was resting on his arms..

She admired how the balcony looked so romantic, she said “did someone tell you, you are the best husband?”

He answered “actually, only you can tell me that. And you haven’t yet.”

She smiled and replied “I will. Someday.” And giggled.

He turned to see his beautiful wife and said “I have something for you.” And he reached the table to pick up the present and gave it to her.”

She looked at it, and then back at him and said “you already did so much, why this?” He replied “nothing is enough.”

She held the present and said “but I did not get you any present?” She was lost in thoughts now…

He brushed her face and said “you are my present” and kissed her hair..

“Open it.” He said. She sat up, and started opening it. It was a small square box. A jewelry box. She opened it. It was a ring. A beautiful ring.

She liked it.

She smiled and said “are you proposing me?” out of nowhere.

And chuckled.

While continuing to admire that ring..

“Yes.” That’s all he said without moving from his spot. She thought she misheard him. She turned to see him..

He was still laying on that bed. His face resting in his palm..

Observing her..

Attentively..

He stayed put. Without moving. She noticed his grin.

She held the ring, showed it to him, still holding it, and demanded “who proposes like this?

“I do,” said her husband. And without any warning, he pulled her in, back in his arms and whispered “I can’t live like this anymore. I want you back in my life. Whole heartedly. All of you. And Aashna. With me. Not in parts. Not in pieces. Not in separate homes. Not in secret. I want us to be together. I want YOU. All of you. With me. Forever.”

Too astounded to say anything…

The ring now buried in her fist…

Thoughts jumbled…

Words lost..

Too perplexed to say anything. He felt her distress, clear on her face.

He climbed her, gently, moved her hair from her face, looked directly in her eye and spoke “you don’t have to decide right now. Take your time. This wasn’t to pressure you. This was to let you know I am ready. Whenever you are. You can put the ring away for now.” And he attempted to take the ring to put it back in the box, but she didn’t let him. That was a good sign.

He let her hold it, smiled, and touched her lips with his. Sealing his offer. He placed her properly on his arm again and said “Happy New Year.”

Part K.5 Continues...

K.5

Either she was really tired of the long day.

Or the unplanned evening.

Or that sensuous night…

She had dozed off so quickly in his arms. She slept peacefully.

What was the sound that woke her up? Music. Why were they still partying until this late? She looked around to hear the music again but nothing. It wasn’t the music.

Night was much darker..

Quieter…

Colder...

It rang. Again.

She looked around to see the sound. It was his phone. It was ringing. She tried to grab it quickly to silent it while still half drowsy…

She saw the name. Sleep escaped her..

Her whole body froze.

Bringing back all the horrifying memories..

That one person who her husband loved the most..

The person who her husband would do anything for…

The reason why he married her forcefully…

To save her marriage...

And ruined her life…

Di Calling…

She quietly passed the phone to her husband..

To Be Continued……

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