Arnav rolled off from his wife, panting.
Five minutes. Their shortest ever.they had established a new record tonight if nothing else. Arnav gritted his teeth as he recalled the image that he had conjured up in his head to quickly find the release that the sight of his naked wife beneath him failed to bring him.
He didn't have a choice. He couldn't stand to pretend for longer than five minutes. Pretend that he still wanted her.
She didn't turn him on most of the time. Even the middle of what should be the throes of passion', he would catch himself thinking of something like the new line of bridal clothes that his company was about to launch next month. And his musings didn't even involve fantasizing his wife in those clothes. It was embarrassing.
But it hasn't been this way before. In the early days of their marriage, things had been pretty hot and heavy. Perhaps a tad bit EXTRA hot and heavy. Arnav often wondered if the overzealous ventures of those first days may not have exhausted them into the, uh... understimulation of their present nights.
And now?
Now he was forced to jerk off in the mornings after being left unsatisfied the night before.
Khushi didn't do it for him anymore.
And, after all, a man has needs...
Khushi rolled over to her side of the bed, facing away from her husband.
She had never felt so frustrated in her life. For the first time in their married life, she had been forced to fake it. All of it. He no longer made her feel like she used to feel with just one glance from him. Toes curled in anticipation, breath heavy, face flushed, tongue darting out to lick her own lips...
Nope. Nada.
Her hoohah was like a dormant volcano now. And it made her want to roar in exasperation. Or perhaps to take an axe and break their bed so she wouldn't have to try so hard anymore.
It was entirely Arnav's fault. He had gotten her so used to regular sex that their current deprivation gave her the feeling one might have while looking at the World Health Organization's Poverty Statistics. Disappointed, frustrated and helpless.
He didn't turn her on anymore. And she felt ashamed trying to find her pleasure on her own. Which was why she had taken to showering only when Arnav wasn't home. She didn't want him hearing her betrayal.
Sexual expression was something Khushi had learnt only after their wedding. Under Arnav's over enthusiastic guidance. Now she felt like she was cheating on him. With her hot shower alter ego.
But what other choice did she have?
After all, a woman has needs... 
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