ArHi Marriage FF: His to take? Part XIII: pg 83 - Page 36

Originally posted by: NVBGKY

Just finished chapters 8 and 9,and of course I loved them. Looking forward to seeing how Arhi deal with all that sexual tension😳, especially after having Khushi's intimates falling infront of them...poor Arnav might just have to make that a ice cold shower😉.

Thanks for the PM, anxiously waiting for the next chapter.

Originally posted by: LyssaPie

awww they stopped! and she couldn't close the shower and he wanted to help!🤣

He might've not seen her naked but at least he saw her lingerie 😉

Part X

"Hei Devi Maiyya!! Yeh sab mere saath hi kyon hota hai?!" muttered Khushi, as she swooped down like an eagle would on its prey, her hands snatching the lingerie as her eyes checked on Arnav to see if he'd witnessed the sight.

(Hey DM…. why does all this happen only to me?!)

She hadn't wanted to buy this set in the first place, and then Sarita had convinced her to splurge on this pair… she'd been in two minds and then for some reason, no wait – she didn't want to admit it, but the color was so like that gorgeous red sari … and it reminded her of… well, never mind!

Sensing her obvious discomfort, Arnav tried hard to wipe the smirk off his face, but it refused to go away! It was even harder for him to erase vivid images of Khushi in nothing but those lacy scraps some people called underwear, and red matching heels… her long, slender legs… wrapped around him!

Damn! Why did it have to be red – his favorite color? And why did every fantasy of his involve her legs wrapped around him?! And why was she blushing like a virgin?! Like she'd never had a man see her inners…

He was so tempted to kneel down, and help her with her "stuff" but the images of her and Shyam hugging intimately on the terrace flashed in his mind, all but killing his wild imagination. He gritted in anger, and as she stood up with her wet clothes in hand, yanked them in his direction, the force ripping the lace of her panties.

"Yeh aap ne kya kiya?!" she yelled at him without thinking. Then realizing the awkwardness of the situation, she blushed a deeper red, her skin the color of the shredded garment that was now bunched up in his clenched fist as well!

(What have you done?!)

And here she'd been having second thoughts about venturing out in his robe! This was infinitely worse! Devi Maiyya was seriously letting her most ardent devotee down!

Arnav's smirk was back, and this time it was here to stay.

How did she manage this – Khushi Kumari Gupta had some serious mood-altering powers that he could get addicted to… in the last couple of hours, she angered, hurt and upset him, taken his desire, imagination and frustration, spiraling to levels he'd never seen before, and inspired in him the need to commit the most irrational act in his life ever! And yet, he was smiling!

His eyes didn't leave her face, as he moved closer. "Kya kiya? Main to sirf tumhari madat kar raha tha. Aur waise bhi… agar tum ko yeh itna hi pasand hai, to aise kayee aur laa denge tumhare liye," he lifted the scrap in his mind, gently running his fingers over it.

(What did I do? I was just helping… And anyway, if you're so fond of these, I'll just buy you some more)

His action was not lost on her… she gasped when she saw his fingers caress the lace… She was at her wit's end, her life had been turned upside down by this arrogant man, had married him in the most unromantic manner. He even had the gall to insinuate the worst in front of his family, and once again, he was making her body react in ways she'd never imagined.

She tried to snatch the scrap from his hand, and he dodged her. She fell forward, and as they tumbled, he put out one arm to protect her, while the other tried unsuccessfully to break their fall. The soft carpeting cushioned him, and her slender form, slammed into his muscled, lithe body. Their eyes locked, and she scrambled to get up, oblivious to the stirring she caused in him, a desire so intense he was sure it would keep him up all night.

Dammit! Doesn't she realise the effect she has on men? Or does she pretend– maybe it was the shy virgin act?

He wrapped both his limbs around her writhing form… they looked at each other. He spoke first, "Ruko!" and it transported them both back to a similar situation, but another moment in time, some months ago. (Stop!)

She turned away to avoid his gaze, and tried to extract her hand from around his waist… her hurried movements caused the robe to open wider. His eyes inadvertently moved down… her eyes quickly following his. Mortified at her state of undress, her cleavage exposed, she did the first thing that came to her mind and closed the distance between them, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Something about her innate sense of trust in him was so endearing... it brought a smile to his face.

He loosened his grip on her, swiftly turned them around so she was under him and balanced himself on one hand while the other gently pulled her robe back together. His hand grazed her soft curve accidentally, and she shuddered at his touch, her eyes still shut tight… hands gripping his shoulders tighter.

If only he could trace his fingers along her curves… If wishes were horses, beggars would ride!

Resisting the urge to touch her, he lifted himself slowly, and pulled her up so they were now both sitting on the carpet, amidst the chaos of her wet clothes.

They exchanged quiet glances and he adjusted the lapels of the robe so it covered her better. She didn't brush him hands or jerk back… instead she smiled shyly, and in a soft voice said, "Thank you, Arnav ji."

Her choice was words surprised him… he hadn't expected English… "dhanyavaad" was more her style. "You're welcome Khushi," he replied and returned her smile.

He picked up her clothes in one hand and offered to pull her up, with his right hand. She placed her hand in his willingly, and continued to look at him as she got back on her feet.

"By the way, bathroom mein kapde dry kar sakti ho," he suggested, matter-of-factly. "Chalo main tumhe dikhaata hoon."

(BTW, you can dry the clothes in the bathroom, come let me show you)

She nodded, and followed him, still holding his hand. They walked quietly to the bathroom and he led her to a small corner, and pulled out a sleek clothes hanger. He helped her drape the heavy lehenga when he saw her struggle with its weight, and watched her quietly as she managed the rest.

He walked out suddenly and then lifted the scraps of red lace off the carpet and put it in his pocket, smiling to himself.

He was back in a jiffy, "Kal Hari Prakash ko bol dena.. woh meri kapdo ke saath in kapdo ko bhi laundry mein bhej dega," he said, in an attempt to make conversation.

(Tell Hari Prakash tomorrow – he will send these clothes to the cleaners along with mine)

She nodded again, and suppressed a giggle, only to flash him a lovely, innocent smile.

Guess she saw humor in this situation. For him it felt like the beginning of the end of Arnav Singh Raizada as he'd known himself in the recent years…After all, nothing represented domesticity more than talking about laundry!

It should have been a definite mood killer, but his mind wandered to the torn red lace panties that were lying snugly in his trouser pocket, and he smiled.

"Khushi… chalo bahut late ho gaya… ab humein so jaana chahiye," he said, breaking the comfortable silence.

(Khushi… come it's really late… we should hit the sack now)

Her smile faded and she asked nervously, "Hamaare paas kapde nahin hai… aur ek hi bistar pe… aap aur hum kaise so sakte hain?"

(I don't have anything to wear… and how can the two of us sleep on one bed?)

"Mere kapde pehen lena… aur sone mein kya hai… apne pati se sharmaati hai kya?" he teased.

(Wear my clothes… and what's the worry about sleeping… are you shy of your husband?)

"Haan… nahin… woh hum…" she stammered, and tried to squeeze past him, towards the room.

(Yes… no…. well I…)

"Khushi…. daro mat… main recliner pe so jaaoogna, agar tum uncomfortable ho toh," he offered a truce, without really wanting to, but he needed the space as well. It would give him time to think.

(Khushi… don't be scared… I'll take the recliner if you're feeling uncomfortable)

She nodded in agreement, and followed him to his closet where he handed her a rather long-ish white T-shirt. She held it against herself – it nearly reached her knees. It'll have to do…. beggars can't be choosers.

Giving him privacy to change into his night clothes, she headed to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, still wearing the robe but he noticed she was wearing the T-shirt underneath.

"Khushi… woh robe geela to nahin hai? Doosra hai mere paas," he said in a concerned voice.

(Khushi… is that robe wet? I have another one)

"Nahin koi baat nahin Arnav ji… hum sote waqt yeh nahin pehnenge," she clarified and blushed as the words left her mouth.

(No it's ok Arnav ji… I won't wear it while sleeping)

Dammit! She was going to sleep in nothing but his white Tee, a few feet away! For the first time in many years, he wondered if this was divine retribution – maybe there was a higher power that was out to get him!

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Part I

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2793839&PID=53266234�

Part II:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53288436

Part III:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53327898

Part IV:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53368855

Part V:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53391292

Part VI:

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2793839&TPN=27�

Part VII:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/53459224

Part VIII

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2793839&PID=53551223�

Part IX:

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Index – My other work:

Tum theek ho na? (2-part SS)

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2758856&PID=52566862�

And then he shut the door (OS)

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2749279&PID=52266803�

And it's payback time ( Arnav-Khushi on same team FF)

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2753098&PID=52377401�