ArHi SS: Quiet places (Read warning) [Completed] - Page 5

Originally posted by: meera30

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There are stories and then there are reactions. And i am in heaven! I am waiting you know! :)

Originally posted by: RockBarbie

It was a few weeks ago that I was having a conversation with a good writer friend of mine about how this intimacy is just a means to an end and is not an end in itself in story telling. That there is a narrative that can be told using this as a medium. I had asked her to write one such story and lo! here it appears.. It was serendipity at its best. :)

I totally agree with you - that between text and subtext, my own imagined story assumes a powerful form...

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Edited by Mirabell - 10 years ago

Originally posted by: vgedin

I think the beauty of it lies in the fact that it is both about sex and also not about it - it encompasses a whole universe of feelings, instincts and desires. (not to mention kinks! 😉 )

Your writing, as usual, is poetic. It flows effortlessly like a force of nature. I'm just going to go with the flow and enjoy the ride. I don't know how you manage to be so clinically precise and yet so tender in your story telling. Me loves!

Beautiful, Soo -,sorry, RB 😃

Chapter 2: The Push

It had felt awkward to ask her sister-in-law or her own sister about the thing that transpired between her and her husband. Talking to Payal should have been easy but every time she thinks of talking about it, a flare of heat rises from the pit of her stomach clawing her skin to keep the thing private. It wasn't shyness that stopped her from asking but more of an awkwardness that came with exposing the intimate details. Talking about it meant telling others exactly the level of subjacent inclination Arnav had disposed. It felt jarring to even think it out aloud let alone put into words. Arnav took everything he wanted and then some. Arnav Singh Raizada didn't plead for things he wanted; he worked for what he wanted and ensured he got them. But seeing him do just the same had sent her head to an odd place. She didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing to like Arnav being like that.

Since talking to real people was a bust, she decided to try her luck online. Google didn't help much either as she didn't have an idea what she was looking for. She didn't want to go to forums servicing married couples and ask her question there. All of this was still new between her and Arnav, and she couldn't risk corrupting her mind with ideas that were far from what was really going on and thus contaminating an aspect of their life. No. She decided to wait it out or ask Arnav himself.

She hisses in an imbalance combination of pain and pleasure when he rolls of her. Half her muscles are sore and the rest are numb. She feels like she has been running all day and only now her bones are put to rest. Passing breeze cools her fevered skin as her body comes down from the high. Her arms refuse to move the clumps of hair that clutch on the nape of her neck and forehead. Her skin is slick with sweat and her legs have lost their feeling. Arnav's state is less relaxed than hers in the way he tightly closes his jaw. He is a mass of solid heat lying next to her contrasting in a way that his body is stiff and hard against her soft and lax. She frowns at that observation as memories of a different night bombards her mind. That day he was slack and light and beautiful under her.

She shifted on the bed and turned to his side. "May I ask you something?" She begins, exhaling slowly.

"Yes?" He asks immediately but doesn't open his eyes.

"What happened to you that day?" She asks looking at him.

Without opening his eyes he says, "It's something...I...needed." A small frowns forms around his mouth and she reaches out to smooth the unpleasant curves. She likes to see him smiling and a frown brings down reality on him that makes him withdraw from the world, from her. She doesn't like that.

"What do you need? Tell me." She asks. "Please." She adds after a beat of silence.

He doesn't open his eyes for moments and keeps them closed when he starts giving her the answers.

"I need to be needed. I need to be wanted. I need to be wanted as if I am the only one that can take one to culmination. I need to be looked after. I need to be taken care of. I need to forget for a while that thirty thousand families depend on me for their livelihood. I need to shed the masks I wear and bare my flaws and imperfections. I need to be petted like something to treasure. I need to be liberated from my responsibilities and just focus on the fire in my nerves. I need to feel deprived of the touch so much that it drives me to insanity. I need protection in embracement, in a circle of arms and limbs. I need to forget the tragedies in my life and take happiness without a twinge of guilt. I need to be uncomplicated and be a part of simple exchange of pleasures. I need to lose my mind in the way my blood would sing and my skin would burn. I need to see stars behind my eyes and pass out in satiation. I need to feel my body thrumming with life as I am restrained to chase after what I want. I need to be in a space and time where I simply exist to give; receiving is just a spectacular byproduct. I need to be seen without being judged of my actions. I need to be accepted without judgment towards my choices. I need to be loved without judgment of my desires. I need to be free from the clutches of my own prejudices." His voice turns hoarse by the end as Khushi simply looks on. She hasn't seen the vulnerable side to her husband - a man who clearly had partners before her was asking her something she never even dreamed about. "I need you to be there with me and for me. I need, no, I want you to be that person who will do all those things to me and for me."

She feels her heart thump painfully in her chest, his admission subduing the euphoria she was on. She hadn't expected this. This was larger than him confessing his love for her and promising a life of togetherness. This was less about love and more about trust. It was about placing the control he had in his life in her nimble hands; control that he had built since he was a pre-teen and never once giving it up for anyone or anything. He was ready to give her his complete trust and also the power to destroy it. In the confines of their room where dim light slithers with moving winds, he was offering his body, his mind and his soul for her authority and her privilege. Happiness radiates from her inside and engulfs her in a warmth she never felt before. It was liberating in a way the two had become truly democratic in their relationship.

She pulls him closer, taking his entire weight on her. He encapsulates her small frame as he settles on top of her. His heaviness counteracts the heaviness in her heart and she balance his vulnerable state with her strength. They were always called "opposites" by their family and friends, and she had believed them. But only now she understands what exactly they are.

Symbiotic.

"I will be anything and everything you want me to be. I love you, you know." She replies, her hand carding through his hair. He exhales through his mouth and rubs his chin on her chest. The patch of pale skin on her chest turns red as his beard burns her skin through and through. She hums in appreciation as the small action sends a thrill through her spine.

"I know you love me and I also know what I asked is a tall order Khushi. I don't want to corner you into doing something you don't want to do. Don't do this just to make me happy please." He mumbles to her chest in a small voice.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asks realizing the delicacy of the situation.

"Are you?" He raises his head from her chest and counters in a challenging tone.

She grips her hand tight in his hair and clenches it tightly. It doesn't induce any pain but the pinch on his scalp distracts him. Using that to her advantage, she uses all her residual strength and flips them over. Arnav barely has the time to register his shock when she bends down and exhales in his ear.

"Keep your hands on the headboard and don't move till I say so. Okay?" The inflection in her voice demands attention and absolute subservience. It's a tone he has never heard before from her and finds himself nodding. "Answer me." She says, lifting her head and pulling his hair a bit harder. She isn't angry, just demanding.

"As you wish." He groans as Khushi not waiting for his reply starts kissing his neck and her hands roaming on his body.

She claims his attention and escapes him the exact moment he craves for her. She exercises her authority and tells him things she wouldn't tell him otherwise. He doesn't speak unless she demands an answer and blisses out when she finally gives him permission. Her name becomes a prayer on his lips and the head space he is in - his temple. He lays on his stomach in a relaxed state and hums in contentment when she presses cool wash cloth to wipe away the sweat. He basks in her care and attention and moves his limbs when she dresses him in night clothes. She rolls next to him gathers him in her arms. He sighs in happiness as he tucks his head in the crook of her shoulder and her arms come around his torso, securing him from the rest of the world.

When he finds her at the dining table next morning arranging for breakfast for the family, a gentle flush bloom on her cheeks when she looks up to meet his eyes and offer him a small smile. Nothing seems to have changed between them. But he knows that now everything was different.

His answering smile was instantaneous and was that of elation.