Revenge was sweet and Khushi would ensure she had every bit of her vengeance on Arnav. She would make him suffer for humiliating her in front of their family. She was so embarrassed with herself that she couldn't bear to meet the eyes of any female in the house. Anjali and Mami had teased her day and night about it. It was only when Nani had interjected that she had found some relief.
Khushi knew exactly what was to be done.
The next afternoon she had received a call from Arnav. "Khushi, I will be late while returning home. There is a teleconference I have to attend and it requires my presence in the office. So don't wait for me for dinner."
"Ok Arnav!" she said and disconnected the phone. As soon as she kept down the phone, a mischievous plan hatched in her mind.
Around five in the evening, she called Aman at the office. "Amanji, has everyone left from the office?" she enquired in an innocent tone.
"Yes Ma'am. But Arnav Sir and I are going to stay back for a teleconference. I'm sure he has told you about it." He replied from the other end.
"Thank you." She said keeping down the phone. This was exactly what she had wanted. She went to her cupboard to pick up the new attire she had purchased this afternoon after her conversation with Arnav. She was gonna have loads of fun tonight. She laughed to herself.
Arnav was seated in the conference room, with files and designs scattered around him. He was going to seal a deal with one of the leading fabric manufacturers of the world. The samples had already been sent to his office. All that was left was negotiating the price of various materials. He was on the teleconference with Mr. Gales in UK. He was busy talking to him on the loudspeaker, when he suddenly heard the door open.
What the! He muttered to himself under his breath. He had specifically asked Aman to send away all the employees and not allow anyone to disturb his focus on the deal. Annoyingly, he looked towards the door. But what he saw left him completely speechless.
Khushi stepped into the conference room in a completely new avatar. She was dressed up in a white full sleeved shirt and a black half skirt that clung perfectly to her curvy figure. Her hair was pinned up with a clip, letting loose some strands on her face. The black laced stockings and the black stilettos only added more glamour to her sensuous look. The bold red lipstick gave her a feisty look of a lioness ready to pounce on her prey.
Her heart skipped a beat seeing the astonished look on his face. Her mind was already doing the victory dance. She loved the times like these when she had absolute control over her husband. Slowly she took steps towards him, finally standing still in front of him. She felt like laughing seeing his mouth wide open.
Arnav couldn't believe what he saw in front of his eyes. Maybe too much of work was causing hallucinations to him. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. No, he wasn't. She was still standing in front of him.
"Khushi!" He uttered in a soft inaudible voice. He felt his throat dry up completely seeing her like this. He had never seen her in attire like this ever before. She looked completely modern and glamorous. Gorgeous to say the least.
She pushed aside all the papers on the huge glass table top, and plopped herself on top of it, crossing her legs. She bent forward towards his chair, to give him a tantalising view of her cleavage. She had purposely left the top two buttons of her shirt open for this. And now his eyes wandered towards the very direction she wanted to.
She let her index finger glide down from his temple to the jawline, ending down below the chin and pushed it upwards to close his open mouth. He was completely lost in a trance seeing her. It was only when he heard Mr. Gales voice on the phone, he had snapped back to reality.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered to her in a low voice.
"Why, Don't you like this?" she pouted back to tease him.
"No..Yes.. No.. I mean I'm busy here." He stammered trying to focus on his work.
"Mr. Raizada! Shall we fix these prices for this batch of material?" he heard Mr. Gales voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Gales." He said out aloud.
Khushi knew the effect she was having on him. It was this very thing she was banking upon. She knew his work was dear to him and now she would love to see him struggling between the two loves of his life.
She grabbed his tie with one hand and pulled his face towards her, keeping it merely centimetres apart. He could smell her intoxicating perfume. It was driving him crazy. At this very moment, he wanted to forget everything else and devour her.
She spread out her legs on either sides of him, trapping him between them. Following it, she buried her mouth on his neck, placing a warm moist kiss on his jawline.
This was sheer sweet torture for him. He closed his eyes to regain control over himself but only to open them after a second as he felt her teeth dig into his neck. As if that wasn't enough to spiral him downwards, he felt her moist tongue roll over that very place, soothing out the pain of her bite.
Involuntarily, he placed both his hands on her butt and pulled her down on his lap facing him.
"I thought you were busy right now!" she whispered with an innocent face.
"Shut up! You talk too much!" he growled and captured her lips with a mind numbing kiss that would make her forget her very existence. He pulled out her neatly tucked in shirt from her skirt and let his hands explore every part of her upper body.
She let her hands explore his neck and his hair and reciprocated his actions with a passionate kiss from her side.
They would have continued like this for eternity if it hadn't been for Mr. Gales voice on the phone. "Mr. Raizada! Hello? Are you still on the line?"
Arnav pulled apart from her gasping for air. He couldn't believe what he was doing. This was an important deal for his company and here he was making out with his wife, instead of negotiating the details.
"Yes Mr. Gales, I heard all that you said." He lied to the man on the other end. "I think it's a yes from my side."
"Liar,liar! Pants on fire!" Khushi whispered into his ears nibbling his earlobe. She pulled apart from him and lowered her eyes down to his pants and giggled like a small kid. "They are literally on fire."
"Yes, it is on fire. And you are taking all your revenge on me, aren't you? Don't you dare think I don't understand your wicked plot." He said and stood up, pushing her flat, behind on the glass table. He pulled out the clip from her hair, letting it all loose.
"Don't you want to see the fire?" he growled in a low voice, cocking his eyebrow and proceeded to unzip his pants. "And I don't want anything disturbing me." He said and removed her stilettos throwing them to a corner.
"I thought you were busy Arnav!" she said once again trying to instigate him.
"To hell with being busy. I'm busy with you darling." He said hovering over her and started to unbutton the rest of her shirt and buried his head on her chest, nuzzling and kissing her all the way, starting from the hollow of her neck, down to her navel.
As if the cold surface of the glass table wasn't enough, his feathery kisses on her body were tickling her all over. She pulled his head up to her face and whispered giggling, "Do you think this table will be able to bear both of our weight?"
"Of course Khushi. It was designed for this." He said winking his eye and captured her rosy lips. He couldn't understand how she could come up with such things in such a heated position. Nevertheless, this was what had always drawn him towards her.
His hands travelled down to her skirt lifting it up. It wasn't as easy as he had thought it would be. The glass surface wasn't helping at all in gliding it up. After what seemed to be ages to him, he finally succeeded. He pulled out the red sexy lacy material and flung it aside, giving him unhindered access to pleasure her.
What came next was lots and lots of groans and moans from both sides. "Arnavv..." she cried out his name enjoying this whole thing like never before. She had never imagined in her whole existence that she would be doing it in the office. What had become of her after living with Arnav? She knew she wasn't redeemable any more. The innocent Khushi Kumari Gupta was gone for good.
"Looks like you are on fire, Jalebi Bai." He gasped out, panting for breath looking into those dreamy eyes.
And then there was lots of grinding and churning and rocking and squeezing.
And finally they both lay combusted and consumed to the brink, him lying completely wasted on top of her, resting his head on her bosom. She thought about herself and wanted to laugh out loudly like a maniac. She had entered this room for vengeance. But with a husband like this, was it even possible? She was smiling to herself , when they suddenly heard the voice on the phone.
"Hello? Hello? Mr. Raizada! Hello?" Mr. Gales was speaking on the phone. Arnav quickly pulled himself up from her and stared at her with a shocked face. "Oh Crap! I forgot about him." He said wiping the sweat on his forehead. And before he could speak to Mr. Gales, he heard him talking to someone on the other end. "I think there was some earthquake there. I'm sure cause I heard lots of rumbling and crashing noises. Mr. Andrews, could you please switch on the television to see if there is news of any earthquake in New Delhi? I really hope Mr. Raizada is safe."
And Arnav's face turned the deepest shade of red ever, listening to those words, while Khushi held her mouth tightly from bursting out laughing like a maniac. To save himself from this situation, Khushi quickly got up and disconnected the teleconference line. And then she burst out laughing holding her sides.
"Do you think this is funny Khushi? All because of you. If you hadn't come up all dressed up like this, I wouldn't have to find myself in this situation." He said grumpily.
"Now do you realize what I went through yesterday." She said getting up and wearing her clothes.
Suddenly they heard someone knocking at the door. Arnav arranged his dishevelled state and went to open the door. Outside stood Aman, with a phone in his hand.
"Sir, I got a call from Mr. Gales. He seemed to be worried about you. Are you alright Sir?" Aman asked him, observing his boss from top to bottom.
"I'm fine... it's just that..." Arnav stammered not finding an excuse to give. It was then Aman saw Khushi standing in the room through the gap between the door and Arnav. And everything fell into the place.
"Oh!" Aman exclaimed out in surprise. "It's ok Sir, I'll handle it." He said and turned around, not wanting to disturb the feisty couple. But before leaving he turned back once again and bent forward on Arnav and whispered into his face.
"Sir! Your pant zip is open and there is a red lipstick mark on your neck." And scurried away from there not wanting to see his boss's reaction.
If this wasn't enough, Arnav turned even more red at having his secret antics been discovered. He closed the door behind him and saw Khushi standing right behind him with a wicked victory smile on her face. "Oh my Lard Governor! You look adorable when you are flushed." She said and pulled his cheeks embracing him with a much needed bear hug.
This was the sweetest vengeance for her.
"But didn't you enjoy it?" she asked stroking his stubble.
"Hmmm... I did." He said with twinkling eyes. "Shall we have another round Mrs. Raizada?"
"Yes, Mr. Raizada." She said as she pushed him on top of the conference table and climbed on top of him.
