Series of FF's on Arnav & Khushi : updated pg 165 - Page 47

Khushi woke with a smile on her face, stretching languidly on the silky sheets. Looking down at herself she saw her naked long legs begin where the t-shirt had ridden up. Blushing furiously, she tried to cover them, recalling her passionate responses to her husbands touch last night.

Thinking of him, she turned towards his side of the bed, only to find it empty. Looking about the room she still saw no sign of him. With a small frown, she got out of bed and crept towards the bathroom, all the while pulling the t-shit down to cover her exposed legs as she walked.

The bathroom was also empty, though wet, as if he had recently showered. His toothbrush and toiletries all standing in the exact place they had been yesterday – only slightly wet! What a neat and tidy gentleman her husband was, she thought fondly, running her fingers across the bottles and tubes he must have used a short while ago! Her newfound discovery of her feelings was giving her wings – everything looked so beautiful and perfect… She wrapped her arms around herself in a hug feeling the warm softness of his t-shirt envelope her along with its spicy masculine smell. She only wished he had woken her up before leaving, so that she could have seen him off as part of her wifely duties, she thought with a sudden frown.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she was suddenly galvanized into action, wanting to join the rest of the family downstairs, before her tardiness was noticed.

She should not have bothered, as the smiles and looks she got from jiji, Anjaliji and nani had her embarrassed and blushing furiously the entire day. They all had realised that technically last night was her wedding night, and ribbed her gently about it as they settled into the household chores about the house.

Late afternoon, while they were relaxing after lunch, mami and nani had retired to their rooms for an afternoon siesta, Anjaji received a call from Arnav. He had to leave for Paris tonight for some urgent meetings with the buyers, and he wanted his bags packs accordingly.

Anjali, while winking at Khushi, told him mockingly that he had a wife now to order about, and do his packing. 'Why can't Khushi join you,' she said suddenly, having a brainwave, 'it will be a nice honeymoon for both of you.'

'But we can get the passport and all organized in a couple of days …' she added in answer to something he must have said.

Khushi watched with baited breath, this new turn of events.

'Theek hain,' Anjaliji was finishing the conversation in a resigned tone. 'Hum karva denge…'

Disconnecting the phone, she turned towards where Khushi sat shelling peas on the sofa.

'Arnav has to travel for work tonight ... Come let me show you how his packing etc is done,' she smiled encouragingly at Khushi, seeing her crestfallen face.

She had helped Anjaliji packs Arnav's bags halfheartedly. And now as the time neared for him to return home, Khushi wondered gloomily, if she would even get any time to spend alone with her husband, before he would leave for work.

She was in the kitchen, as usual, when he returned, helping get dinner prepared. But this time instead of going straight up to his room, he walked into the kitchen, ignoring her, and requesting Anjaliji for a cup of tea to be sent up to his room.

**

Arnav had spent an unusually distracted day at work, snapping at almost everyone. How was he going to spend another night with her in his room without touching her, he groaned out aloud, looking away from his laptop and throwing his head back on his chair. He shut his eyes, and visions of her sprawled in a haze of passion on his bed last night, entered his already throbbing head immediately. What a mess he had created without thinking it through, he cursed himself. She always managed to make him react adversely, he thought angrily. Why hadn't she stopped him last night? And to cry after that most beautiful experience they had shared … he banged his fist on the table cursing loudly.

When Aakash walked into his office later to discuss the buyers in Paris, Arnav saw his opportunity, and took an immediate decision to go there himself to meet them.

'Par bhai', Aakash spoke softly, 'you don't need to go… the office can handle it …'

'No.' Arnav spoke vehemently. 'I will travel tonight itself. Just get all the arrangements done Aakash,' dismissing him neatly by returning to his laptop screen.

Aakash stood for a few seconds, wanting to remind his brother of his newly wedding wife, but decided against it. He knew that there would have been no change in ASR's plans whatsoever. Leaving the room with a sad shake of his head, he went on to do the needful for his brother's trip to Paris that night.

With Aakash gone, Arnav got back to his position of resting back on the chair with his eyes closed. Again she entered his thoughts – this time walking towards him as his bride in the mandir, dressed in white and gold. 'Stop it' he scolded himself, sitting up and trying to concentrate on the laptop screen again.

This was no use, he thought wearily. He might as well go home and sleep for a couple of hours before his flight. Pushing out the combined disconcerting thoughts of Khushi AND sleeping AND his room, he shoved his papers into his bag hastily, and strode out of the office earlier than usual.

And now here he was at home, standing in the kitchen, trying not to look at the picture of loveliness that his wife was today. Standing shyly behind Payal, she had a beautiful glow about her, as she continued to knead the dough on the counter in front of her. Her pink cheeks had an unusual blush and her lips looked more full and pink than before. Her lightly sequined sari, was tucked into the waistband of her petticoat, exposing her slim waist as she worked quietly, obviously unaware or ignoring his presence, he thought with a sharp stab in his heart. A stray strand of hair had escaped her braid, and Arnav pulled up every vestige of his will power, not to reach out and put his arms around her from behind while she worked. He needed to tuck in that strand of hair behind her ear … he needed to kiss the nape of her neck … he needed to then turn her around and lift her up on the counter … he needed to …

He again shut his eyes against the disturbing mental pictures his mind was conjuring up, and asking Di for a cup of tea instead, walked towards his room without looking back.

**

Khushi walked up the stairs towards his room an anxious expression on her face, as she tried to balance the tray of tea things that Anjaliji and Payal jiji had both insisted she take up instead of Jaiprakashji.

She had spent the whole day, dreaming and waiting to be with him again, and now when he was here she had an awful premonition of something not being right. He had not even given her a glance in the kitchen, speaking curtly to his sister instead.

She stood outside the closed door for a few seconds feeling like an intruder, not knowing what to do. Then taking the firm decision that it was her room too, she pushed open the doors with the tray she held and walked in muttering a tenuous prayer to devi mayyiya to protect her.

**

Watching her stand uncertainly at the door with a tray riled the already irritated Arnav. He had been standing near the cupboard and was halfway through pulling out his tee and cotton trousers to change into. Giving her another stern look, he threw his fresh clothes on the bed, and began removing his coat, and then waistcoat, throwing them angrily on the chaise lounge near the pool door.

'Tea', she all but stammered, sensing his obvious annoyance. She walked across to the small table near where he had thrown his clothes and set it down, before picking his clothes up and neatly folding them. She needed to do something other than just stand around; she justified her action to herself.

Arnav continued to watch her as he started unbuttoning his shirt starting with the cuffs. He suppressed the pleasure he was getting from watching her fold his clothes and hang them neatly in the cupboard.

'Hum bana dein …' she looked towards the tray questioningly, his undressing making her uneasy.

Arnav suddenly enjoying her fluster, nodded, his eyes never leaving her, as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, exposing his perfectly tanned rippling abs. He was getting immense pleasure in watching her squirm as she tried not to look towards his half naked body.

'You want to put this shirt back too, or into the washing,' he asked tongue-in-cheek, holding out the crumpled shirt towards her.

Khushi looked up from where she was pouring the tea, and turned a perfect shade of red, as he eyes took in his bare torso.

'Um…' she was completely speechless… as she gently put the teapot down on the tray lest she drop it all.

'You did put away the rest,' he reasoned softly, baiting her to come towards him and take the shirt from his extended hand.

Khushi stood up slowly, as if drawn towards him involuntarily. Surely he was playing with her, she thought alarmed at what she was feeling just by looking at his naked chest. Was he making fun of my naivety, she wondered as she came closer, feeling trapped by those liquid pools of chocolate that had already started undressing her as she walked towards him.

Well, she'd show him, she thought suddenly, her interminable naughtiness getting the better of her. Buaji didn't call her all those epithets in vain after all. She held his gaze in hers watching his eyes get smoky with fervor, and before he could react she grabbed the shirt from his hands and raced towards the bedroom door.

Two naked arms on either side of her trapped her against the shut door, even before she could touch the handles, and Khushi caught between him and the closed door, waited to gather her wits once again shutting her eyes in prayer. She felt a movement, and opening her eyes followed one muscular hand go up and pull the both shut above her head. Taking in a deep breath, she turned towards him slowly, her speech about going to the kitchen to help, already prepared.

Arnav waited patiently, this game was moving exactly where he was taking it. The power he had over her was exhilarating, and Arnav was enjoying every moment of it. Suddenly he was glad he came home early … glad she had come to his … no their room with tea …

She looked up into his eyes, and opened her mouth to ask him to release her. 'Aren't you going to give me something I can carry for my trip, Khushi,' his hoarse whisper stopped whatever she was about to say.

He looked hungrily at her face, still aglow, a little dough near her hairline, where she must have pushed her hair back. He sari still tucked at her waist like it was in the kitchen.

Not breaking eye contact with her, he reached down with his hand and released the palla deliberately from its confines rubbing his hand sensuously against her bare waist in the bargain. Khushi gasped, looking down where he held her at her waist.

When she looked back up again at him, his face had moved closer to her and in the whisper of space between their lips, she could hear their combined heated breathing.

'Aapki chai…' Khushi whispered, remembering everyone downstairs and what they must be thinking.

'I asked you for something, Khushi,' Arnav ignored her completely, his eyes now frozen on her full lips.

When her tongue came out nervously to wet them, Arnav knew he had lost control of this game that he had started. With a muttered oath, he came forward and took her startled mouth in a hard and deep kiss.

BAAS …. BAKI KAL 😉

Originally posted by: -RushTrip-

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kya treat hai meri jaan..let me read..while i have my coffee!!