"Arnav, the least you can do is to tell me where you are taking me" she whispered, while he clicked his tongue. "Khushi, a little patience will not kill you!" "Yeah, how about, next time I blindfold you and shove you around the house without telling you what exactly I am trying to do. Let's see how that works for you" Arnav grinned as he saw her frown while trying very hard not to pull that piece of red satin off her eyes. "Two minutes, love. I promise. It'll be worth it!" Khushi smiled at his words. Even though he hadn't told her earlier that their dinner date would be a quiet little private time on the deck of their penthouse, she could bet that he had planned something special for their evening. She couldn't care less even if he had arranged a bag of chips and thrown a rug on the floor. She just wanted to spend time in the arms of the man she was married to. She could feel his body brushing against hers, as he guided her to the place where they would eat. "We're here" she heard his deep voice as he undid her blindfold.
For a whole minute, Khushi's jaw hung open. Never did she think that The Arnav Singh Raizada could create such a simple yet beautiful set up. Two chairs and a table were arranged right in the middle of the deck. A few scented candles and a bunch of roses sat in the centre of the table. Next to the table was a metal stand on which a bucket of ice stood, with a bottle of champagne in it. At the corner of the deck, several pillows and cushions were arranged over a fluffy quilt, besides which a few battery-operated candles were placed. Her heart pounded as she saw the quilt, imagining the ideas that must have ran in his head while getting it arranged. Her throat ran dry as her mind screamed some sinful ideas into her ears, causing her to blush from head to toe. Flowers and fairy lights decorated the whole space. "Liked it?" he asked, inching close to her ear. She felt a shiver down her spine as his breath fanned her neck and she nodded in a Yes. "How did you manage to do this?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. He shrugged his shoulders and flashed her one of his rarest shy smiles, "I had no clue either. Aman had this arranged" She grinned at his honesty. She should have known that he had no clue about heart and flowers. Her heart melted. "Oh Arnav!" She wound her arms round his neck and hugged him, taking him completely by surprise at the display of her affections for him, "Do thank Aman for this on my behalf. I love it, Arnav. Thank you!" Only when she felt his fingers on the bare skin of her waist did she realise their proximity, and she pulled away shyly. She feared she would lose her head, just as she lost self-control around him. "Dinner?" he asked her, tipping her chin and she looked into his deep eyes with a smile as she nodded a yes.
He held the chair as Khushi sat back and took a seat next to her. "Champagne?" he asked and he saw her apprehension. "I don't know Arnav. I don't drink alcohol" He grinned at her. "It's not alcohol. It's... err... think of it as sparkling wine!" "But it does have alcohol, right?" Arnav's face fell as he nodded. He could have lied and gotten her to drink it, but it did not feel right. Khushi noticed his long face and placed her tiny hand over his large one. "I'll give it a try... But just one glass" she said, much to his joy. He smiled as he popped the bubbly and poured a glass for her. They clunk their glasses and took a sip, and immediately Khushi coughed up. "Oh Arnav!" She said, holding her nose as she felt the bubbles in her nose. "It tastes so dry and sharp! How do you drink this?" Arnav laughed. "I know. I felt the same when I had my first glass of champagne. Give it some time. You'll learn to love it" She scrunched her nose as she took another sip, causing him to laugh again.
God alone knew how and why, but an hour and a half later, post dinner, she was lying next to Arnav on top of the fluffy quilt. The champagne bottle that was right next to Khushi was empty, more than half. Her head was resting over his arm, while he wrapped his hand around her shoulder. Both of them lay there, staring at the stars in the sky. "I love stars" Arnav said, causing Khushi to turn to look at his face. She had to narrow her eyes to focus on him, for all the "sparkling wine" she had drunk was making her feel very woozy. "You like stars, Arnav?" she slurred while she spoke. "I do" he said, looking into her wide-droopy-eyes, "They remind me of my mother" His voice was soft as he spoke. Khushi turned to her side so that she was facing him. Touching his stubble, she asked, "You miss her a lot, don't you?" Arnav turned on his side. Both of them were now facing each other. He closed his eyes as her fingers brushed his cheek. He held her hand and kissed her palm; and then placed it back on his cheek. "I do; I miss her a lot. I miss her every minute, every second of my life. I wish she didn't die. I wish she never left me alone" Khushi shuffled close to him and leaned her forehead against his, "I'm sure she always watched over you. She has always been your guardian angel, Arnav. No mother would ever abandon her child; and definitely, never a wonderful person like you" Arnav ran his fingers through her hair and then withdrew his hand, "I'm not wonderful, Khushi. I've had scars from the past. I've had a horrible phase while growing up" Khushi knew what he was talking about. The pain was evident on his face. She saw him close his eyes and swallow a lump in his throat. When he opened his eyes, they were bright, yet misty.
Khushi caressed his face, trying to calm him down. "Arnav, we all have scars of the past. It's a sign of growing up. If we did not have scars, we would never have any experience of growing up and possess any understanding and maturity." He heaved a sigh and pulled away enough to look at her face. "I know, I understand. And Ma would have wanted me to stay strong. It's only because of her, I have survived those nasty storms." Her heart contracted in pain when he saw his lips quiver as he spoke. She inched closer to him and pressed her lips into his forehead. "I know, it must have been so painful for you" she whispered as she kissed his right cheek. "But Arnav, I also know that you're not weak. You're strong; my strong, brave warrior" She kissed his left cheek. He smiled at her, "You make it sound as if I am a soldier returning from a battle" She ran her fingers through his tousled hair, "You are a warrior to me. Also, I realise that imagining you in an army uniform with guns and weapons turns me on" Arnav actually chuckled at that and propped his head on an elbow. He now knew that his wife was really tipsy for she would never speak such bold things so openly. She mimicked him and propped her head on her elbow. "Really now? I turn you on, eh, Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada?" She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a sly smile, "I believe you do, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada"
Arnav took the chance and ran his fingers over the bare skin of her waist, fingering the waist chain, making her senses go haywire. "Pray tell me, love, what else turns you on?" She looked at him with desire in her dilated pupils, "Everything about you turns me on, dear husband." Arnav's expressions turned serious when she addressed him as her husband. "In fact, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, I think I have fallen in love with you." She wasn't sure but she thought she heard him gasp. "Arnav, everything you say, everything you do, everything that you are. Your smile, your eyes, your lips, your voice, your laugh, your hands, your smirk, your teasing, your naughtiness, your humour, your mysteriousness, your kisses, your caresses, your concern, your love, your fights, your touches, your body, your heart, your soul. Everything turns me on. You're my first thought in the morning. You're my last thought at night. And you're on my mind, in every thought, in every breath I take. So yes, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, I admit and confess that I, Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, have fallen head over heels in love with you."
Arnav just looked at her, frozen with disbelief. He had hoped to hear her say those words to him, but never thought that she would say it so soon. He looked into her eyes. In spite of being slightly dizzy, he saw how serious she was. She was speaking the truth. Khushi cupped his face in her tiny hands, "Mr. Husband, this is the right time for you to tell me that you love me too" she said with a small smile on her lips. "Khushi... I..." His heart began to beat at an unusual pace. He had never said those words before to any woman. He loved Khushi. He knew it and was sure of it with every single cell of his body. "I've never said it... I'm scared, Khushi" She knit her brows and touched his arm, running her fingers up and down, "Arnav, even I'm scared. Terrified, to tell you the truth. But I don't want to let this moment go way; I don't want to regret by not saying what I feel." She hugged him and he wound his arms round her waist as he bent his head to kiss her shoulder. She bunched the material of his shirt in her fists as she felt his warm lips on her flushed skin in this cold night. Pulling away, while his hand was still on her waist, he tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. And after what seemed like ages, he finally spoke up.
"Khushi, my life had been dark, desolate, empty. I had no reason to be happy. I was a frustrated person. In fact, I never ever wanted to live that phase of my life; I wanted to completely bypass it. And I did. The only good thing out of it was that I channelled all of my energies, both negative and positive, into succeeding in the fashion business. And I know I have. That entire struggle had been worth it. The world looked at me with respect and awe, and I felt that I have everything I want in my life. And then, I set my sights on you. In this big bad world, your innocence and your beauty were very refreshing to me; it was something I had never seen earlier. Slowly, I realised that I was beginning to fall for you. You were like a fresh breath of air to me. My word came into focus- sharp and clear. And all the pieces of the puzzle began to fit. Everything before you was dull, mediocre... It was... nothing." Arnav stroked her cheek with his thumb and she felt her pulse race. "And after you stepped into my life, I became alive. Khushi, I fell in love... with you..." She stopped breathing as he caressed her cheek while saying those words. "It just put everything in perspective for me, love. And I couldn't ask for anything more. Marrying you, even if it was forced, was the best decision I have ever made. Baby, do you even realise what you mean to me? You're my light in my deepest darkness; you're my sun and moon; you're my hope and dream; you're my love and my life; you're my everything. I... I love you, Khushi"
Khushi did not realise that she was holding her breath as he said it all to her. Looking at her frozen state, Arnav grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Oh Arnav..." she whispered his name like a prayer. She felt her head pounding severely, not because of the sparkling wine, but because of the trail of kisses he was placing on her hand and proceeding up towards her shoulder. With the kisses trailing from the edge of her shoulder to the nape of her neck, she felt his warm breath caress her skin, and she couldn't help but arch her head back into the plush cushions, providing him a better access. Her head reeled when his one hand pinned both her arms above her head, and another went to her waist. As the intensity of his kisses on her neck increased and turned into nipping lightly at her skin, his fingers found the hook of her waist chain. He tried undoing it and when he lost patience, he just tugged at it, causing it to break apart, scattering the pearls and stones on to the floor. His lips kissed the corner of her mouth while his fingers drew faint circles on her belly. Khushi groaned with frustration at the slow, torturous pace. She wanted him badly. All of his teasing had aroused her to such an extent that she wanted him to make love to her and mark her as his. She felt him smile against her chin at her impatience. She wriggled under his body, letting him know how much she wanted to touch him. And that turned him on, more than ever, while her soft, curvaceous body brushed under his hard one. He pulled away from her, "Stop squirming, woman! You're not helping me!"
She ignored him and somehow, she managed to free her hands from his grip. She held his collar, pushing him so that his back was against the quilt and then almost climbed on top of his body. Leaning down, she kissed his lips and as their lips met briefly, she deepened the kiss. One minute, she felt his hands round her waist, but the next minute he was pulling away from her. "Don't" she heard him rasp, "I am desperate to make love to you, right here right now." She clawed at his chest, trying to rip the buttons of his shirt open, "Then, what is stopping you?" He held her hands in his grip and she almost growled at him. "You're drunk" he said with an understanding smile, "I don't want us to do anything that you may regret tomorrow" "But Arnav, I..." "Khushi! No" he said firmly. He noticed her eyes tearing up, and pulled her to him, kissing her eyelids, "Trust me, love. It's for the best. I don't want us to ever regret what we have. We have a lifetime. I promise I will love you in all the ways I can. But not right now. Look at it from my point of view, please." She sniffed against him and rested her head against his chest, "Can I get a hug?" she asked him, and in response he only hugged her tightly.
As time flew, and as Khushi began to feel less dizzy, she realised that she was pressed up against his warm body. Not only that, he was drawing faint circles on her arm. The moment she stirred, his fingers froze. Khushi leaned closer to him, feeling the chill of the night bite into her sensitive skin. Her flimsy saree wasn't helping her either. "Cold?" she heard him say and she nodded. "Let's go inside" he said. Standing up, he extended his hand to her and helped her stand up. She smiled at him as she stood inches away from his body. He looked surprised when she entwined her fingers with his, "Let's go" she said and they walked back, hand in hand.
When they reached the door of her room, he gently pulled his hand out of her hold. Taking her hand in his, he kissed her knuckles. She smiled shyly and then said, "I had a wonderful evening Arnav" Without another word, she stepped ahead, stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips into his. He kissed her back and smiled when she pulled away. "I had a wonderful time with you too, Khushi. Thank you" She smiled as she stepped into the room. Both of them hadn't said a word, instead just kept looking at each other, drowning in each other's eyes, savouring each other's presence. Arnav took a step ahead and Khushi's heart skipped a beat. He smirked at her reaction, "Don't get ideas. I just wanted to say good night" Her jaw almost hung open when he kissed her cheek chastely and closed the door on his way out. A few seconds later, when she opened the door, he was nowhere to be seen. He had already gone to his room. She sighed and walked to the dresser table to change.
Three hours had passed by. Khushi was just tossing and turning in bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she would replay the memories of the evening, and it caused a tremendous ache in her body. This same ache spiralled in her entire body and rocketed through her. She knew what it was. Raw, raging desire. She was aroused. She wanted her husband... badly. She could still feel the taste of his mouth. She groaned in irritation and frustration. Here she was, aching for his touch, while he must have been fast asleep in the room right next to hers. "To hell with waiting" she muttered and sat up in her bed. She could practically taste her lust for him and she couldn't care if she appeared needy. She wanted him, or else this raging desire was going to kill her. She threw the duvet aside and jumped out of bed.
Arnav woke up with a start when he heard a loud noise at his room door. He looked at the clock striking two o'clock. "Arnav, open up!" he heard Khushi's voice. Worry began to fill him. What happened to her at this hour of the night? Was she alright? He got out of bed and opened the door. "Khushi? Are you okay?" he said breathlessly, with concern and fear in his voice. She did not say anything, except shift uncomfortably. "Khushi?" he called out again and she looked up at him with her big eyes. He looked into her eyes and saw pure desire in them. She watched her husband from head to toe, and he looked utterly desirable in those skin-hugging black boxer briefs that stuck to his thighs like second skin. She felt like her body just burst into flames. He noticed her biting her lip as she observed him. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her. She wore a knee-length satin peignor, and he had no clue what else she wore under it. Hopefully nothing, he thought and he felt himself harden.
Khushi stepped closer to him and looked at his face. Her lips ran dry as she saw his eyes darken; she licked her dry lips and walked past him into his room. Arnav turned around and looked at her. "Close the door, Arnav" she said in a mere whisper, and as if in a spell cast by her, he shut the door and locked it. When he turned to her, she was still backing him. She turned sideways to look at him peripherally, and undid the peignoir. It fell with a small swoosh at her feet and he noticed that she wore a tiny satin dress that stopped quite a few inches above her knee. She turned to look at him in the moonlit room, and he realised that she wore nothing else under that strapped-dress. She walked to him, like a seductive prowess. "Khushi... I..." "Ssshhh" she placed her index finger on his lips as she was losing patience now. "Arnav, just three things. One- I love you so much that my whole body aches, literally. Two- I am not drunk, and I am fully aware that I am in your bedroom in the middle of the night, barely wearing anything, practically naked, trying my best to seduce you. Third- Ever since you touched and kissed me a few hours back, I have been so horny and hot as hell, and all I need is some mind-numbing love-making, which I am sure that you are capable of." Arnav's jaw hung open at his wife's bold talk. "Also, I know that you've been horny too. You have evidence on you." She said, pointing to the tent in his boxer-briefs. "So, Arnav, please do us both a favour, and make love to me" Arnav's lips curved into a smile as his eyes raked up and down her body. "Oh Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, I like it when you are so bold and brazen. Are you sure you aren't drunk? I don't remember having any dirty talks with my wife earlier." Her lips parted when she gasped, while his finger continued to brush against the swell of her breast, causing her tip to erect and strain against the fabric. "Are you sure Khushi? Once we start, I won't be able to stop. Think about it" "Already done, Arnav" she whispered breathlessly. "You'll burn, baby" "I'd be more than happy to turn into ashes for you" she said, arching her head backwards, as his fingers toyed with her hard peaks.
Arnav grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in his arms. In a second, his lips were pressing hard into hers. A deep moan left her throat, causing him to deepen the kiss and push her on the bed. She gave him a wicked grin as she raised her leg to flex her toes over his hardening member and watched him gasp. He held her ankle in a firm grip and dragged her towards him, causing her flimsy little dress to above her thighs. "No underwear, Khushi?" he grinned wolfishly and suddenly she felt very conscious. He sensed her hesitation, "Don't be embarrassed, love. You're beautiful." He bent down and kissed her thigh, beginning to leave a trail of kisses upward. And with that all of her hesitation vanished.
Thirty five minutes later, the room was full of moans and growls. "Oh Gosh!!!" Khushi exclaimed, holding the rods of the bedpost, as she found her release after his tongue pleasured her in a certain sinful way. His head was still nestled between her thighs as he felt her shiver from her orgasm. "Arnav... please..." she moaned. "What do you want me to do, Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada?" he asked breathlessly, "Tell me, what do you want?" "You... I want you... All of you" she replied in a hoarse whisper. "As you wish, love. We aim to pleasure you" he said with a devilish grin. He knelt in front of her, positioning himself at her entrance. "I'll try to be gentle. Stop me if I hurt you" he said, and she enticed him by wrapping her legs round his waist. Only when he gave a powerful thrust did he stop cold. It wasn't the barrier of her innocence, although he felt that instantly, but it was the cry of pain that she released. It was so profound that it ripped his heart out when he knew he hurt her. "Good God! Khushi!" He lifted himself up on his arms placed on either side of her head, "Oh, God, baby, I can't stop now... I'm dying..." He bowed his head and tried like hell not to move, but she felt so damn tight and warm that he was ready to explode. She saw the look of restraint, "It's okay," she whispered, "Don't stop please. I'll be okay." He shook his head unable to answer her. To get her meaning across she moved under him causing him to groan and sink deep inside her, even though it hurt. She pinched her eyes shut. She wanted him close to her like this. The pain would only happen once. At least she hoped it did. Slowly he began to move within her watching her responses carefully; despite the pleasure he was getting from it, he was still trying to control his passion, "Khushi open your eyes and look at me." She did. "You're so tight... Damn!" He moved again, to get deeper this time, and her expression suddenly changed. Arnav felt relief knowing that the discomfort was starting to pass. Only when she released an awed gasp did he change his pattern and increase the force and depth of his rhythm. "Arnav!" she cried out as a kaleidoscope of pleasure coursed through her. Through the haze of his motions she could hear herself making strangle noises of desire. Then waves of undiscovered ecstasy ebbed low where they joined and began to careen upwards through her. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, threw her head back and called his name as it pushed over the brink. "Let it go." She heard him say in broken rasps, "Come for me baby, fly with me." He gripped her hips and finished it with another firm thrust and a deep masculine groan of finality while she splintered into a million pieces beneath him. Then she felt his mouth on hers again as his arms circled around her back, "Don't move." He murmured, "I want to stay inside you as long as I can." He kissed her again. "My beautiful Khushi."
Minutes later, he eased himself out of her and pulled her in his arms. "You're so perfect, Khushi, and tonight I made you completely mine." He said possessively followed with a tightening of his embrace. "I'm yours, Arnav. Only yours." She confessed with a sigh. His hand came up and caressed her cheek, brushing stray locks of hair off her sweaty skin while studying her face, "Did I hurt you?" "Did it sound like it?" she flushed. He gave her a sly grin, "No. It sounded like you wanted more. Did you like it?" She shyly nodded, "It was mind-numbing. I cannot feel my toes" He smiled arrogantly at his capability; "I hope it was better than the sex scenes you read in those novels" She blushed a shade darker as he continued to speak. "The good thing is that the walls in this place are thick. Not another soul heard you, except me... what a turn on. Those sexy little noises you make when I moved within you. God, Khushi, I couldn't possibly expect anything more amazing than this." She bit her lower lip and looked up at him and he sensed that she wanted to say something. "What is it, love?" "Arnav... would it be bad if I got pregnant? I mean I know, we just did it once, but..." He flashed a devilish grin as he brushed himself against her hip, "Do you feel that? Just thinking about making a baby with you has me hard again." She shifted her hips causing him to groan and her to smile. "No Khushi. Not again. It's too soon for you..." "Let me be the judge of that" she said, interrupting him, and when he was about to protest again, she kissed him and tugged at his lower lip as her teeth grazed his soft skin. Arnav groaned in defeat and took her mouth while moulding his lips into hers, and soon, they were transported to another magical world, yet again.
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