Arnav's eyes were glued to Khushi's skimpy waist moving gracefully as she danced across the hall, chattering with her sister. She was such an amazing specimen of God, created with such detail, poise and beauty. Her long hair, flowing open, touched her hips and her long arms on her hips, well- toned. Arnav found nothing more amusing and interesting than staring at his gorgeous wife. Just as he was adoring her moves, Khushi turned around, and their eyes met.
There was an unusual silence, as if the whole world had stopped, just for the two to get lost in each other's eyes. He felt his heartbeats rising. Yes, she had a magical effect on him. She was dressed in a mesmerizing blue sari, draped around her dainty body curvaceously, having such a seductive effect on him. Suddenly, out of somewhere from the blues, Anjali popped up and grinned vivaciously. 'Ahem Ahem Chotte'. 'AH Di. Umm'' 'What?' She kept on grinning. "Anjali, wo kya kehte hai, phati sari effect.Hello Hi Bye Bye, inn Gupta sisters ne toh jeena mushkil kar dia hai." ' Di, I gotta go, Mr. Mishra ke saath important meeting hai.' 'Haan haan, chotte, bye.' And she burst out laughing.
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Khushi walked out of Shantivan stealthily, looking around cautiously if she had managed to escape without being noticed. She had managed to keep a secret note inside Arnav's laptop and without thinking, the typical Khushi, went off. The streets were dark and empty, with minority on streets. Slightest of movements made Khushi think that Arnav had followed her.
The encounter with Anjali left Arnav Singh Raizada red-faced. Stepping into the lukewarm shower, he couldn't help but think of Khushi's bubbly face and innocent eyes. As drops of water escaped his broad, muscular torso, he said to himself, 'Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, this girl is driving you crazy Arnav.'
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The wind was blowing faster now, and it was about to rain anytime. Khushi hugged her chest tighter to prevent the sari from coming off and showing her petite back. 'Andheri raat mein sunsaan raste pe uss laad governor ki wait karna? Its hopeless Khushi. Kitni thand hai. And barish bhi hone waali hai. Mujhe ghar jaana chahiye.' She turned back home, her payal tinkling as she took a step forward. Just then somebody grabbed her from behind. She closed her eyes as the hand gently moved across her stomach and her breath turned heavy.
It started raining, adding to the sensation of the moment. Arnav gently turned her towards him and with his hand removed the wet strands of hair off her wet face. He brought his face close to her neck , kissing her right behind her left ear, and drinking the drops of water falling on her face. She did not say a word, but enjoyed the moment of his passion and her beating heart.
Suddenly, Arnav took two steps back, just to take a closer look of his wife standing in the rain in her wet sari, sticking to her body. He was lost watching the rain drops falling down her nose before running further down her body. Arnav rubbed his hand on her waist and picked her up in his own arms, walking towards the car. Nobody said a word. Khushi could smell the cologne Arnav was wearing, its strong, masculine fragrance. 'Thank you for coming.' She finally said.
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