Mehek Shaurya OS: Mrs. Khanna's Fast Part8+ Epilogue 2/9 pg39 - Page 28

Part#8

One would have expected her to have slept in after the previous night, but Mehek was up as planned; actually even earlier than she normally would have been, knowing that it was the perfect time to tackle what needed to be done, once and for all. Still, she thought stifling a small yawn, she would take no exception to returning to both her bed and her sleeping husband, who atypically, hadn't even stirred when she had gotten up, not even when she had gently grazed his face with the morning kiss she had offered. But then again; she reminisced: he had most definitely earned his rest.

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She had said nothing last night, just let him take in the ambience of the candle lit room, and then waited for him to finally return her gaze. Her lips took an upwards turn as he looked about to speak.

"Aacha, it's good that your friend let you leave when he did, otherwise, you may have burnt the house down, Mehek."

She ignored his slightly surly tone, refusing to let his absurd comment dissuade her or her plans for the remainder of the night. Instead she turned away, and went over to the dresser, where she had spied what she was looking for. She picked up the remote, and pressed it; instantly brightening the room. Another press, and the flames lowered in every one of the pillar candles, strategically set around the room. "Not possible, Shaurya, they are LED lights and very safe. I found them online, aren't they awesome?" She adjusted the realistic looking lighting a bit more to a level more to her liking, and then happily nodded. Perfect. She placed the remote on the nightstand and then reached for the matches she had there, and lit the only actual flame that would be present in the room. By the time she had come back to her husband the very faint scent of lavender from the oil diffuser had followed her. She reached up to encircle her husband's neck, and inhaled deeply. "Another purchase," she advised. "To be used very sparingly, since not all essential oils are good for me in my condition." She interrupted him when he would voice his concern. "But I promise this one is okay, and very appropriate, I think. So Shaurya Khanna, had my 'so-called friend' waylaid me, then we would have had nothing to fear. On the other hand, I..."

"So, you liked him then?"

Mehek blinked; startled. She leaned back to stare at her husband "Nahi, Shaurie. To tell the truth I'm not even a fan, but obviously as an important client..."

"Well there was no doubt, how he felt about you, was there?"

She couldn't believe that he was still mulling over what had happened at the restaurant. "Are you still hungry? Or perhaps, maybe a little dehydrated, Shaurie? Is that why you are focusing on something so ridiculous?" She released him and stepped back, her hands up in the air.

He turned away from her, pissed, because he knew he had ruined everything; he could hear it in the biting tone of Mehek's response, but for some senseless reason, he could not eradicate the memory of that man's reaction to her. His audaciousness had been galling then, and now even with the amount of time that passed; despite her words of reassurance, he couldn't let the matter go. He chided himself for this stupid insecurity that had come from nowhere.

He had to make amends: right now, before this fissure grew between them. He turned, calling out her name. He was just in time to see her removing her choli.

Her name was a whimper on his lips, "Mehek..."

She sent a siren's smile in his direction. "Haan Shaurya?"

His eyes asked the question that his constricted throat would not allow him to verbalize. There was no way that she could have had that on under her clothes all day. Surely, he would have known. He had been close enough to get an inkling. He shook his head, answering his own question, Nahi, he thought, he had lain with her that afternoon, coming as close to her as the barrier of their clothing had allowed. There was no way he wouldn't have been aware.

"Shaurie, you haven't answered me. Do you like it?"

She turned slowly, giving him full view of her pert backside and then, provocatively reached under the triple straps of the deep red thong. Over her shoulder, her hair cascaded invitingly down her back, acting almost like an arrow directing his attention to the focus of her question. "I took a chance with the sizing ordering it online. It's actually a little snug to tell the truth. What do you think Shaurya, is it too small? Should I have gone one size up?

No answer.

She sighed; he truly was not helping the cause at all. "Thik hai, Shaurie, don't worry about it. It wasn't as if I had planned on keeping it on for long anyway. She turned back around, reaching behind her back, intent on removing her bra. The action had her full breasts threatening to spill from the half cups.

He may have grunted; he wasn't sure. All he was aware of was that she was killing him. If at all possible Shaurya's mouth dried up even more than it had been before. He couldn't speak if his life depended on it.

He understood then the difference in the fit of her dress today. While the combination of the design and her natural fullness would have had a similar effect, the lacy scarlet underwired bra had exaggerated her cleavage. Considering this hadn't been a factor this morning, she had clearly made the change when she had dressed for the puja. Not that the knowledge mattered since his wife was walking away from him now.

"I'm going to take a shower," she called over her shoulder.

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"Men," Mehek thought as she quickly lathered up with the floral scented body-wash she favored, and knew that he loved. She thought she was supposed to be the one going through these mood changes, not him. Yet she hadn't given up complete hope in her husband. She just hoped that he would show up before the hot water ran out. In the meantime, she would just have to enjoy the rain showerhead feature she had asked him to install.

Shaurya conceded that when he f**ked up; he did so royally, but he also prided himself in the knowledge that he was a quick learner and not one to repeat a mistake again. In the green-eyed stupor, his jealously had put him in, he had plainly missed the opportunity of being seduced by his wife, who in presenting herself in nothing but the risque lingerie, her heels and the tokens of his love: her mangalsutra and her new bracelet, was brazenly, uncharacteristcally, declaring herself as his and only his, by taking the initiative so openly for the first time in their marriage. As he approached the bathroom, following the trail of discarded items she had left for him like breadcrumbs in a fairytale, he realized this his wife was a natural at this. His ardor had risen with every item he collected, in his pursuit of her: one kicked off kitten heel sandal, then the other, the lacy bra, just outside the bathroom door, and finally just inside the door, the item of greatest torment.

She was rinsing off, and with her head thrown back and eyes closed, and so caught up in her own anticipation of his arrival, Mehek was almost caught unaware: almost. The cool draft when the shower door was opened, was her only warning before his touch skimmed her hips and pulled her back against his hard body. She gasped feeling his hot length pressed against her so intimately, and before she could brace herself she lost all breath when he began nuzzling the side of her neck. At once she began grinding her backside against him. All the while his hands explored her; his touch stoking the embers that had ignited when she had flaunted herself before him. It seemed like she was ready for him in a matter of seconds, and before she completely lost control of her senses, she spun around in his arms. She already knew how he thought this would progress, mostly because of her preferences of the past, but tonight he was in for a surprise.

She smelled so good, and damn it, the assault on his senses sent him reeling and made him even hotter for her.

Oh yes, Mrs. Mehek Khanna knew exactly what she was doing, and more than ever he was willing to follow her desires. Foreplay in the shower, he had soon learned was something that his shy wife had really come to enjoy, and tonight seemed no different. Actually, he may be wrong, he thought as somehow their positions had reversed from the norm, and she was now pressed hard against the wall of the shower: at her own doing. He smiled against her lips as she devoured his mouth with her own; delving her tongue in his mouth to parry with his. He was surprised that she wanted to linger, but soon enough, he knew that she would be urging him out having deemed the shower as unsafe for their lovemaking early in their marriage. She was right, especially now. He definitely couldn't afford any mishap with her now that could potentially harm her or their unborn child. He moved when it looked as his hot wife wouldn't.

"Don't think Shaurya, just go with the flow. I want you. Now."

He shook his head, denying his want, even though everything in him wanted what she did.

Mehek noticed that despite his protest, he hadn't even attempted to remove the leg she had lifted and wrapped around him. In fact, he still supported it with the arm he had automatically countered her move with. She shifted slightly, knowing to do so would bring him closer to the fulfillment of his desire, and hers too, she realized. One more slight adjustment would all it would take. She bit her lower lip and then let her mouth open just a little unable to hold in her small gasps any longer.

He would lose it soon, especially if she bit her lip just one more time. And God please don't let her move again, Shaurya thought. He looked away from her to distract himself, and contemplate how he could extract himself from what he deemed too dangerous a place to be doing this with his pregnant wife. His gazed panned away from her, down and then almost as quickly, back up incredulously to his unbelievable wife. He gave her a small grin, and nodded, and then finally he gave in to both of their desires.

Her guttural moan when he first moved almost sent Shaurya over the edge. Her heat was incredible, and he knew this would be a hard and fast encounter. In the briefest moment of clarity, he had thought that this would actually be a good thing, but then Mehek, answered his effort as much as she could. The subtle gyration was more than enough to drive all thoughts of anything but their mutual satisfaction from his mind. He moved again, and again, deeper, faster: determined to make this as good for her as every stroke was for him.

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Sometime later, as he leaned against the headboard, Shaurya loomed over his wife, toying with her still damp hair and mentally ran down the list. He smiled at her.

"So, I can expect to see charges for lingerie, LED candles, Lavender oil, and one non-skid shower mat on my next credit card statement, Mehek?"

"Don't forget two bathrobes," she answered, of the plush matching gowns that covered their nakedness. "Which is exactly why I told you not to bother with a gift." She raised her hand so that she could admire her bracelet again. "But I love this so much, Shaurya. Thank you."

He grabbed her wrist and smiled at her appreciation at the simplest of things. Unlike every woman he knew who would have preferred, and in fact would have demanded to be covered in the most expensive of jewelry, his Mehek's happiness derived from the most unassuming of designs. She had swooned over the gold bangle monogrammed with their initials. The last-minute addition of the emerald set in two entwined hearts had confused her a bit, until he reminded her that this would be their baby's birthstone, and that the jeweler had already confirmed there would be plenty of ways to tastefully add others stones in the future.

"You deserve it, and so much more, Jaan. And since those purchases proved more of a gift to me, then, I have absolutely no issue with them. Although..."

Mehek turned to her side and propped up on her elbow facing him. "What?"

"Well, I'm just not certain I got my money's worth as it pertains to that matching set. You removed it so quickly, I don't think I got a full appreciation of how it actually looked. And the fit was a concern, you were particulary wondering..."

"Shaurya Khanna, I've just freshened up. I am not re-wearing underwear I've worn already."

She refused to be swayed by his pout. Instead she came closer to him, and rolled him flat on his back. "I'm afraid that until they get laundered you will just have to take me as I am, Shaurya." She then straddled him, settling her warmth right where he would appreciate it. She untied her robe, letting the sides fall open. "Is that a fair compromise for now, Shaurya Khanna," she asked as she leaned over him offering him all that he could ever want.

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Realizing, that the chai was finally ready, Mehek blinked back to awareness. She could only sigh in her happiness for all that occurred the previous day. Truly a day to bring a husband and wife together, she would forever cherish their first Karwa Chauth together. She collected the tray she had put together and prepared to return to their bedroom, where she would begin a new day with a little pampering of her husband, especially since it looked like her other matter would have to be sorted out later. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement and the person she had expected poked her head in.

"Namaste Shruiti, Bhabhi," Mehek called out cheerfully.

Mehek watched her sister-in-law backtrack to the kitchen, and begrudgingly offered her hello. As expected the devious woman was dressed for exercise.

"Shaurya isn't up for a run this morning, so you may as well leave now."

"What...who said I was..."

"Come on Bhabhi, we're both grown women. We both know exactly what's going on. So, tell me where you going to go for a twisted ankle or an outright faint? I can't say for sure which one of them you thought would land you on your knees for my husband this morning, but I guess either would have been worth a try."

Shruita smirked. "Aacha, so you distrust your husband so much that you've taken to listening to his private messages, or is it that you are just that insecure Mehek?"

"Hardly Bhabhi, but did it not occur to you that if Mummyji had called to speak to Shaurie, that perhaps I would be next in line for her conversation? Eavesdropping: so bad, but I guess that's how you managed to find out about our day, and his activities to be precise?"

"I still can't believe that Shaurya would fast for someone like you."

"Nor can I believe that a married woman would call her brother-in-law to proposition him either. On your knees, Bhabhi," she taunted. "Is life so bad with your own husband that you are willingly offering your services to anyone?"

"And it's my fault that you haven't learnt what your husband likes? Perhaps he just doesn't want to share that side of himself with you. Don't forget we have a past, one full of good memories."

Mehek smiled, a smile so smug, that the other woman couldn't fail but understand the falsehood of her first statement. But it wouldn't last long, Shruti thought. In a few months she was sure the sight of this bloated woman would soon have her husband straying.

"I can't take your past away from you Shruti, and frankly I don't think it warrants any consideration, just remember that I'm his present and his future, and everything will be just fine." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell. She pressed the key to play a message. "Besides," she said over the drunken speech, "I would really hate for this to somehow get to become public knowledge. Poor Vicky bhai, he would be devastated, and you Bhabhi will be gone, kicked to the curb with nothing to show for it."

"You're blackmailing me?"

Mehek scrunched her face up. "Ew, I guess that sound bad. Let's just say I am protecting my family. She set her phone down, and casually picked up the knife she had on the tray. Somehow, I've found nothing is beneath me nowadays: blackmail today, who knows what tomorrow. It must be these crazy pregnancy hormones Shaurya keeps telling me about. I really need to start reading that book I have. Anyway, just think about what I said, Bhabhi. Keep your eyes to your own husband. It will be for the best I think."

Balancing the tray, Mehek opened their bedroom door to find her husband impatiently waiting for her. He studied her intently, as she placed the tray down. Clearing his throat, he beckoned to her to come closer with his index finger. His eyes narrowed, he stood up and walked slowly around her, studying her dress closely.

She raised an eyebrow in response.

"You forgot to mention one more purchase," he declared picking up the empty lingerie box she had left on their bed, along with her hand-written note to wait for her and that she would be right back.

"An oversight. Sorry?"

"I've missed my morning run over this, Mehek Khanna. I hope it is worth it."

She answered with a smile, watching his sexy eyes flare with desire, and removed her dupatta.

Epilogue

...One year later...

"What the hell: have you taken to abusing children now?"

Mehek looked up with an exasperated expression on her face at her husband, and then turned back and tapped the baby again on his little foot. "Your son, Shaurya Khanna, has latched on, nursed for half a minute and now has promptly fallen asleep. He seems more content just to have my breast in his mouth than anything."

"My God, he is brilliant. I should of thought of something along those lines months ago. Like his father, he already knows all of your best attributes." He laughed when she rolled her eyes. "Just remember, it was you who was so adamant for Shaurya2.0. Don't worry, next time, you will see how well behaved a princess can be," he joked.

Shaurya placed the tray he had brought with him down, and then joined his wife beside the nursing chair she was seated in. Crouching, he took over from his wife, gently flicking the infant's foot. Obviously, he had the magic touch as the baby stirred and began suckling again, even opening his eyes to focus on his mother.

"He sensed that his competition had arrived," Shaurya whispered. He leaned over and kissed Mehek on her cheek.

Contently he waited while their child: their son, drank his fill. He was growing nicely, and Mehek was doing a great job as a new mother. Finally, it looked as if the little one was settled, and bless his little lazy soul, ready for another bout of sleep. Gently, Shaurya took the precious bundle from his mother, to lay him in the nearby bassinet.

"Thik hai," he said when he was done. "Now, how will Team Khanna be proceeding, Boss?" He looked at his watch and nodded. The benefit of the early morning feeding was that they were awake well in advance of the time that they were to have their sargi. Now all that needed to be done was to determine if there was to be any fasting done at all.

"I still don't know, Shaurya, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Jaan. Of course, our little Jr should take precedence. I don't mind at all. Anyway, I'm a pro at this now. I can represent us this year if need be, Mehek. It would be an honor to fast for the mother of my child this year...and next...and as many as I need to, Jaan. For now, how about we just dig into this masterful meal I've made and then you make your decision in a bit?"

She watched him as he turned to collect the tray of food that he had taken upon himself to prepare again this year.

He was amazing, and she loved him so.

And just like that she made her choice.

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