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I really dunno what to say... I mean, really? I hate to see Khushi making a fool of herself... Would it KILL the CVs to have given her some kind of red dress or something and let them have a romantic rabba ve moment?
I was watching on TV and the minute I saw that dress and Arnav's weird expressions, i knew she had landed up in an ASR meeting... I just switched the TV off and came straight to IF to write this...
OS: Amends
Khushi peeped out of the bathroom to make sure no one was around. She walked to the French windows and confirmed to herself that Arnav was still there. She tiptoed to the door of their bedroom and locked it.
She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, gulping down the fear. The fear was having worn something like this for the first time. The dress was a strapless, which made her slightly uneasy not because she was shy about going like this infront of Arnav- he was her husband after all (she blushed when she realized that after that night of Bachelor Party, this revealing dress shouldn't really be a problem). She was uneasy because she had never ever even dreamt of wearing something like this. It was red silk, which accentuated her curves, making her all the more prettier.
She tied the bow around her waist neatly. And left her hair open, and let it flow over her left shoulder. Suddenly, the lights went off, and Khushi looked around in surprise and glanced at the radium clock. *sigh* It was power cut time; she knew that in a matter of few minutes the generator would be switched on.
She felt cold breeze caressing her back, making her realize she had left the zip half closed. Frowning, she reached her right hand behind her to close it and let out sigh of frustration as she could not reach it.
She gasped, when suddenly a familiar pair of strong hands caught her arm. He slowly guided her arm back to the front. "Ar-Arnavji?" she squealed.
In response, she felt his warm fingers against her back, as he slowly zipped her dress.
Arnav could feel the silk of Khushi's dress in his hands as he put the zipper in the dark. He felt confused, as his designer instincts kicked in and he realized that this sort of silk could not be used to make Anarkalis and suits... WHAT was Khushi wearing? He pulled her against his chest, and kissed her cheek. His hands reached to play with her, and brushed against the bare skin of her shoulder. His hands stopped suddenly. BARE SHOULDERS? He put both his arms on each of her shoulders and realized that both were bare. He slid his nads around her waist, and felt a nylon bow tied around it. Arnav was getting really really curious now. He urged for the generator to kick in quickly.
Khushi shivered with pleasure under his touch...All her apprehension were now gone. Him and her in their little world... She leaned her head against his shoulder as he planted a kiss on her cheek. He guided her to the recliner, and sat down with her in his lap. She slid off of his lap, and sat next to him. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I am really sorry" she whispered.
Arnav kissed her cheek back in response. "You are my wife. I have to forgive you one day or the other right? Besides, I cannot stay angry with my life for very long can I?"
He could almost hear Khushi smile, and saw her eyes shine with tears of happiness in the darkness. In those beautiful hazel eyes, he could see immense unconditional and irrevocable love. And to his surprise, she leaned close to him. What was she doing? He thought, as felt giddy at the pleasurable proximity.
He could now feel her sweet breath against his face. And then, he could taste her honey-like lips against his. She pressed her lips against his very softly and whispered "I love you more than you can imagine..."
Surprised at this gesture, he pulled her closer and kissed her back passionately. They were lost in each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few moments.
The lights came on suddenly, and both of them pulled away smiling a little stupidly, feeling light-headed.
Arnav looked at Khushi, and could not stop staring. Her dress complimented her rosy complexion beautifully... And her hazel eyes were sparkling with delight... He lost his self control.
Khushi did not notice Arnav staring at her...She was still lost in their kiss. When she finally felt everything go round, she realized that he had lifted her off her feet. She knew, somehow, what was coming next. He gently laid her on the pillow, and kissed he again. His hands slid behind her, and fumbled with the zipper, gently pulling it down.
Khushi's hand reached out to the switch, and she switched off the light as she gave herself in to the man she loved...
LET'S LEAVE IT AT THAT SHALL WE? I am sure your gutter minds would come up with something much better than what I can write... 😈
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