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It's one of my besties birthday today and this oneshot is dedicated to her. Several months back, she asked me to write a crossover oneshot on three of my FFs: Desert Heat, Mind Games, and Secret Passion. And I was like 😲 "That's impossible. It won't make any sense." Well, here is that oneshot, Jyo--finally!!
Ps. For those waiting for updates, I'll be posting soon (DH and FL)😉
Jyo--Happy Birthday!! *bear hugs*🤗 You are one amazing, amazing friend, who I adore. I love how you're always encouraging me to keep writing. I know you know exactly what I'm trying to say *MG*, but I will say that I really trust your opinion and that is why every story of mine has to be pre-approved by you Party hard today and keep smiling! May all your dreams come true! ❤️ Love u! ps. This oneshot is a bit insane😳
OS: SP x DH x MG *Happy Birthday Jyo*
By TINA!
Khushi bit down on her bottom lip in a telltale way, her eyes lighting up as she picked up the calendar. All signs pointed to some new plan taking shape in her head. Something "crazy and classic Gupta" as her husband would put it. She picked up a red pen, circling a date.
"Arnav.. Baby, guess what's in one week from now?"
He didn't even look up from his laptop. "Another Sunday?"
She rolled her eyes, grabbing his laptop and setting it aside. "It's something more than that."
"Khushi," her husband complained. "I have an important meeting coming up. Give it back."
She shook her head, her eyes twinkling as she instead plopped down on his lap, winding her arms around his neck. "You know you've become really unromantic lately, Mr. Raizada."
He paused at that, absently stroking her exposed waist. "Blame Aman for it. He just had to take off this week. I have a whole presentation to put together. I trust no one else."
Khushi pressed a kiss to his stubble, smoothing back the lines of tension on his forehead. "It's his birthday, love. And when was the last time Aman took a vacation? 1984? And you know, he really feels horrible about it."
"I guess," muttered Arnav, his lips still compressed. "But this meeting is so important, dammit. Did he have to be born this week?"
She tried not to laugh, failing completely. "It'll all come together, don't worry. But now, guess. Guess what's in one week."
He sighed. "I have no idea. Beyond your birthday and our anniversary, I don't remember much else."
"Gosh, you really are turning into a typical, lazy husband." She held up the calendar right up to his face. "See that? It's New Year's Eve, baby."
"Oh, right. So?"
"So?" Khushi huffed, swinging her hair behind one shoulder. "So I thought we could go somewhere romantic to celebrate."
He truly looked apologetic. "I can't. Not this year. Love, you know the meeting is that following Monday. I'm going to be busy that whole weekend."
His wife pouted up at him, staring at him with a wounded expression. "But I've been waiting for this--for weeks!"
"I'll make it up to you, promise."
"Not good enough, Mr. Raizada. I demand a renegotiation."
The corner of Arnav's mouth curved upwards. His tigress was back, sounding like a true businessman's wife. "What do you suggest?"
She stared at him hard, as if sizing him up. "That kissing game. Only our mouths can touch. First one to touch the other in any way, loses. If I win, we celebrate together. If you win, we stay at home and you can just celebrate with your laptop."
His eyes twinkled at her, glinting with something that made her blush. "Deal."
And then his mouth was on hers, leaving no room for any other thoughts. Khushi kissed him back just as heatedly, using everything she'd learned from him against him. He may have always won this game in the past, but this time she would win. She had to. She wrapped her arms around her waist to keep from touching him.
They were well-matched opponents, neither giving an inch. He stroked her lips and she nipped his in answer, mouths stubbornly fused. She bit back a moan at his touch and kissed him harder. She was close to giving in but just then she felt it: his hand gliding over her waist.
"I win!" She danced on his lap, placing a firm kiss on his cheek. "We're celebrating New Years somewhere magical this year."
"Where? New York again?"
Khushi winked at him impishly. "You'll see soon, husband. It's a surprise."
*****
One week later
"This is your surprise? A giant sandpit?" Arnav muttered as he helped her out of the car.
Khushi elbowed him. "It's the Thar. The desert is so romantic, isn't it baby?" She'd chosen Rajasthan after a lot of researching.
"There's nothing here. I'm not even getting a signal on my phone. Let's just check in at the hotel."
Khushi fought the urge to roll her eyes. Leave it to Arnav to find a five-star hotel anywhere in the world. It didn't even feel like they were in such an exotic place with luxury surrounding them on all sides.
"You know, the hotel has some tents set up in the desert. Wouldn't that be more private?" she said the words with all the seductiveness she could muster.
But her husband was glued to his phone. "The hotel is better. I can even have a teleconference there."
"Arnav, I won the game, you're supposed to be celebrating with me--not working!"
He finally looked up from his phone, smirking. "I said I'll celebrate but I never said for how long. Thirty minutes around midnight should be enough, don't you think?"
"What? Thirty minutes?" sputtered Khushi, hands rising to her hips. "That's unfair, Raizada. I demand the rest of the day and tonight as well."
But he was already tugging her inside the hotel lobby, ignoring her protests. "It's an important meeting. Sorry, Khushi."
Sorry, indeed. Well, it wasn't good enough for her. Later, as he went to shower in their lavishly decorated suite, she called up the hotel management.
"Hello, this is Mrs. Raizada in room 822. Could you please turn off the internet service to our room? Thank you."
*****
Exactly twenty minutes later, Khushi was trying not to grin as she watched her husband frown at his beloved laptop.
"Dammit, there's no internet. Where's the phone? The manager promised excellent internet service."
Khushi jumped to take the phone from him. His eyes narrowed on her suspiciously.
She smiled at him extra sweetly. "Remember the tents I told you about? You'll probably have a connection out there."
He didn't look convinced, and then shrugged. "Fine, let's go check."
As it turned out, the only way to get to the tents was by horse or camel.
"What?" Arnav growled. "What do you mean we can't take a car?"
The hotel staff gulped. "Well, sir, it's more authentic this way. Guests love it."
Her husband started to protest, but Khushi squeezed his hand. "It sounds fun, baby. Please?"
He stared at her with a not-so-amused expression, turning back to the attendant.
"Is there internet available out there?"
"Yes, sir. Of course."
A bit of the tension left Arnav at that. He nodded stiffly. "Fine. We'll go."
"Excellent, sir," said the man. "Which animal would you like?"
Arnav surveyed the horses and camels in the pen and then pointed toward the far back. "That black horse."
"The Arabian. Wonderful choice, Sir."
But Khushi was having second thoughts as the giant stallion galloped toward them. "Arnav," she whispered. "Do you even know how to ride a horse?"
He winked at her. "You'll find out soon, won't you?"
Not reassuring at all, thought Khushi, nibbling on her bottom lip. Maybe, this wasn't such a good idea. She was trying to talk him out of it when Arnav picked her up by the waist mid-sentence, setting her on the saddle. He swung up behind her, taking the reins.
"Just follow the torches," the attendant pointed. "Your tent is the red one."
And then they were off, flying across the sands. Khushi relaxed almost at once. Arnav rode well--really well.
"So you do know horseback riding."
He nodded, tugging her closer against him. "I do, but you need to stop squirming like that or we're going to fall off."
"I am not! It's you who's.. doing that hips thing."
She bit down on her lip as he mimicked that movement again, her chest heaving. This was beyond horseback riding, it was something distinctly hot and sensual.
"Arnav.."
"Shh.." His lips trailed kisses down her neck, his touch branding into her. "We're here."
Her eyes blinked open. She'd been so lost in him, she hadn't even noticed the tents. They were luxurious, and exotic as well, lanterns and silk pillows everywhere.
As Arnav helped her down from the saddle, Khushi couldn't help but admit: "Can you imagine riding like that for longer than five minutes? We'd go up in flames."
He chuckled. "For sure, baby. Now come on, let's check the internet."
Khushi frowned as he opened his laptop, pouring herself some juice and him some wine.
He took it gratefully, typing with one hand. "It's working."
"Great.." Not!
Her husband looked up with a hint of amusement. "It's not midnight yet."
Dammit. Khushi downed her glass, looking about the tent. It really was very beautiful. Her eyes froze on a wooden changing screen. A white and silver belly-dancing outfit hung there. Let's see how long he can resist now..
"Resist what?"
But Khushi had already disappeared behind the screen. She changed out of her clothes quickly, slipping into the skimpy ensemble. The silk felt tantalizing against her skin.
"Well, husband, what do you think?"
He almost choked on the wine when he saw her. "You look like a gypsy."And so damn sexy..
"Sexy? Really?" Khushi grinned, spinning in a circle.
"I didn't say that out loud." He looked confused now.
"You must have. I heard you."
He shook his head while Khushi turned away, putting on some music and dancing. She dipped low, each movement sultry.
Arnav froze, his pulse hammering as she slid a hand down his chest, her lips pressing to his for a breathless moment. She spun away again, shaking her hips.
Now, she's purposely driving me crazy. As if that barely-there outfit wasn't enough. Concentrate, Arnav, he told himself. Focus on the presentation, not on your wife--dancing and looking irresistable. Where the hell had she learned to belly dance like that anyway? She was the most beautiful distraction.
Khushi's mouth dropped open on that last word. "Oh, so I'm distracting you?"Good. It's just what I want. I can't believe I have to do so much to seduce my own husband. What a stubborn man!
"I am not stubborn!"
Khushi stared at him bewildered. "Did I say you were?"
"I just heard you, loud and clear."
"But I didn't say it out loud. I thought it."
"Are you saying I can read your mind? That's insane." If only it could be true,mused Arnav. It would make my life so much easier. Khushi was still a puzzle to him some days.
Puzzle! her voice interrupted in his mind. Well, you're not always easy to live with either! Mr. Unromantic!
His eyes widened. I can hear you in my head.
Khushi looked just as speechless. I can too. But how? Do you think it was the juice and wine?
Must have been. This is crazy. We're having a hallucination.
At the same time?
How else do you explain it, baby?
She couldn't. Mind Games?
Truth was she liked hearing his thoughts. It made everything so much less complicated. She could tell now that he was dying to take her into his arms, that he wanted nothing more than to throw his laptop away.
Didn't you already know that? asked Arnav.
Khushi shrugged, boldly straddling his hips. Not always.
"Well, then, Mrs. Raizada," He cupped her face in his palms. "I'll admit it to you: I desire you. I'm insanely in love with you."
Their lips met in a heady kiss. "I love you too, husband."
He stared at her hard for a long moment and then shut off his laptop, taking her into his arms.
They laughed as they rolled on the silk pillows, unable to get close enough.
Khushi looped her arms around his neck as the clock struck midnight. "Happy New Years."
He brushed his mouth over hers. "Happy New Years, love. I'm looking forward to another crazy year with you." Khushi wacked him in the chest and he added, "An entire lifetime.."
She grinned back at him. "Me too, my Dark Prince."
"Dark Prince?"
Khushi nodded. "It just fits." In this tent, this desert, it suited him.
He kissed her. "Okay, Princess. Now, let's celebrate."
"We just did."
"Again," he insisted with a rakish smirk, lifting her up in his arms. "On the sands this time."
Khushi blushed, sighing with contentment. "Take a sheet too."
Arnav nodded, grabbing the first sheet he saw. It was a thick black cloak. He shrugged, drawing it over his wife and striding out the tent. And then all was forgotten, except the two of them. On the sands.. as passion overflowed.. and hearts, bodies, and minds succumbed.
To the most overpowering emotion: love.
EDIT* Ahh Bday Girl liked it! Her reply from pg 6:
Originally posted by: Jyo.Arshi.IPK
T !! 🤗 ❤️
srsly tis is out of the blue straight into my heart shocker !! 🤗 and only u can pull it off !! I asked for a mash up of DH and MG and u add SP to it !! 😉 now thats my T who truly knows me and always takes my dreams to the next level no matter hw crazy it is !! 😆 ❤️Song playing in the bg that perfectly matches the theme !! 😳 and the story itself ❤️ SP inspired Khushi takes her darling hubby Mr.ASR right into the middle of the desert ... into the tents and T I have a confession 😉 I really want a night in the desert with my hubby under the stars with lanterns lighting up the sky !! 😳 and u gave me Arshi in such a setting !! ❤️ now thats srsly MG between u and me !! 😉 I loved their MGs after sooo long and then a lot of DH wala passion !! ❤️T u are like that person in my life who can just make me smile simply by being there ... and now that I know u ... I cant imagine life without u !! 🤗 I love you woman for making my life so pretty and I hope to come down to ur place someday .. whr u will be thr to pick my up from the airport ... ur chubby lil face bobbing up and down in the crowd as u look for me !! 😳 and I come crashing into ur arms and steal a teddybear hug from u and I kiss u on both ur cheeks tight !!🤗crazy aint I 😆 but I love u T and this OS is always gonna be special !! 😊 and yes ur works ... they make my world spin 360 degrees !! ❤️ I love you and yes I will forever be there for anything and everything u need me ... no escape anymore !! 🤗
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