Her Most Awaited Answer-(TEMPORARY HIATUS) - Page 24

Her transformation was remarkable, she was the happiest true to her name since the night. It's not that she wasn't cheerful before, she was but there was always a hint of restraint and hesitation mainly because of him. She felt belonged but he made her doubt her position in his house, his family and his life. However now, when she knew where she stood in his life she became so carefree and inhibited, spreading around the glowing love in her. He understood Khushi more than she understood herself. She appeared clumsy, but the simple truth was that she was in such hurry to catch up with life, to savor each experience, she didn't have time for caution. That duty fell on her husband. Khushi was exactly what Buaji called; Titalya his favorite nick name of hers, his own beautiful butterfly. She was a joy to watch but a nightmare to protect. More than often she made him forget his own promise of not to loose temper at her, she would gleefully running off her tangents bumping on everything or anything that possible, cutting herself , hurting herself or falling and every time he caught her from the fall or nursed her little wounds she would pout and look at him so innocently that he would loose his train of thoughts and start to kiss her to his heart content.

His pretty wife was still little shy in the matter of intimacy, she blushed quite easily. Arnav only had to give her a good long stare to get her immediate reaction. She was not shy in showing her affection in front of his family though. She was always comfortable with him physically, only with him. Didn't he know that during the numerous time she fell in his arms before their marriage or they way she always seek him to comfort her when she was upset and even during their marriage while he was in hell bent showing her how much he hated she never cease the opportunity to touch him affectionately, a touch to soothe his pain, rub on the back when he was choked with water or food or even her hold on his arm and hand. After the blissful night of their life she was more exuberant in demonstrating her affection, her love. She held his arms whenever she wanted to talk to him, kissed him goodbyes and sometime he would be busy talking in his phone and she would just run to him hug him tight pecked on his cheek without a care to world or who was present then she would leave to run her errand. Mamaji was almost choked one day witnessing the scene and after a moment joined the family laughing at their Chote who was so lost and stood smiling for minutes. The call was forgotten.

The bliss of that night! It was forever fresh in his memory, their first night of love. He didn't know for how long he laid there watching his wife in deep slumber. She was perfect, very much like a woman who was throughly loved, her skin flushed tinted in most beautiful pink shade that was uniquely hers, her lips swollen, stung with his kisses. He was running his hand through her silky hair, admiring the soft texture of it. His wife oblivious to the world cuddled up to him, her entire body was atop him. She looked peaceful. Her soft curvy body was creating havoc in his mind and sense but he knew he should let her sleep. He smiled inwardly reminiscing how he had tired her the whole night, making love to her until the early hours in the dawn. It was a wakeful night, for Arnav Singh Raizada reached for her again and again, rousing her from sleep with soft kisses on her breasts, murmuring her name and awakening a response in her till she gave herself up to his lovemaking once more until the dawn came. She matched him at every step fulfilling his every need and desire until he was cleansed by her love-so pure and innocent.

He pecked her lips softly to which she smiled and snuggled closer to him, still sleeping. He let her sleep, gently untangled himself from her, covered her with duvet and went for his morning run. Khushi awoke late the next morning, the morning sun felt delicious on her naked skin. Her husband was not in the bed she noticed instantly. Her whole body tingled when she remembered last night. She was very tender and lethargic by her husband's ministration during the night, she blushed, she was his wife now in true sense.

You are mine now. Forever. Everything I have is yours. My body, my heart, my name.

She belongs to him. She snuggled deep to her husband's scent that still lingered on his pillow and decided to sleep more. The burden was taken, she felt free, at peace. Arnav returned an hour later, to find his beautiful wife still sleeping. She looked so serene that he couldn't stop himself from joining her in the bed under the cover again. He removed his t-shirt got into the bed and gathered her close. She held his arm around her waist, tilted her head back to his front. He nuzzled her temple softly, raining small kisses at the side of her face and neck. His fingers were drawing patterns on her stomach, slowly reaching for her breasts and cupped them softly, she gasped and sighed in contentment.

"Kaha te aap?" she asked, her voice was husky with sleep and aftermath of passion they shared.

"For a run love..." he continued giving her small butterfly kisses before turned her around, facing him. He cupped her cheek gently and kissed her. The kiss was so soft and lingering that made her toes curled. They stayed entwined in each other's arms, the jewel-toned morning shimmered with promise. Though late-morning sun lit the room brightly and there was so much to be done, they tarried in bed playing and savoring the warmth of their newfound love.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently tucking her fringe behind her ear.

"I'm fine," she blushed and refused to meet his eyes.

He lifted her chin and looked directly into her doe-eyes, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, you were so gentle," she replied shyly.

"I will never, for as long as I live, forget last night and how beautiful you were," he murmured. She quivered at his tender words. He kissed her again, after what she felt like hours she stopped him, trying to catch her breath.

"Arnavji..I'm already very late. I need to go and help jiji in the kitchen, and aren't you late for office?" she asked smiling at him.

"I'm the boss, I can go whenever I like. I'm going to spend time with you today," he smirked.

"Acha.." her eyes twinkled.

"Yes. Come let me help you to shower," he said suddenly and swung her in his arms. She squealed, surprised and was holding the sheet covering her to her chest securely and blushing furiously.

"Arnavji..I don't need your help to shower, I do know how to shower..you know," she teased.

"Really..then maybe you can help me to shower, I seem to forget how to do it today," he drawled, Khushi gaped at him.

"Laad Governer," she slapped him on the shoulders, smiling.

He bathed her gently, helped her to wash her hair, eased her pain and tenderness. She was a golden angel and she was his. He kissed under the hot shower, telling her again and again how beautiful she is, she was shy, hesitant at first but his respond to her a slight touch renewed her confidence. He coaxed and they explored each other's body, learning , memorizing and loving. They took another an hour or so to get dressed because they kept stopping, kissing each other. He helped her to wear a beautiful green color saree that he had bought for her during his last business trip. She adjusted his tie and buttoned up his waist coat.

"Do you like it?" looking at their reflection on the mirror, his arms around her waist.

"It's very pretty, I like the bangles too," she said tinkling the matching bangles in front of their face. He smiled, proud and content that he made her happy.

Nani and Anjali couldn't help but to teared up at sight they were gifted by their Chote and his Khushi that morning. At the top of the stairs, the two of them were so lost in each other, Khushi was holding on Arnav's arm with her fingers entwined with his. He was looking deep into her eyes, listening attentively to something she said and then smiled, nodding. Arnav had been displaying lots of public affection nowadays but there was something different that morning. They both were so attuned with each other, Khushi especially was glowing beautifully, blushing now and then. They were still holding their hands together when Arnav seated lounged himself on the chair. Khushi headed to kitchen to bring his breakfast only to realize her hand was still entwined in his. She inclined her head pointing at the joined hand, imploring him to let her go. His eyes twinkled, blatantly refused by shrugging his shoulders. She glared at him mockingly, pretending to be angry, slapped his shoulder softly only to have him kissed her knuckles before letting her go, she blushed and hurried to kitchen to make the Sohan Halva that she promised to make for him this morning while Arnav chuckled at his wife. By now the entire Raizada clan was gawking at these two, even the Prakashs couldn't bring themselves to move from their rooted spot astonished at their Arnav bhaiya's behavior. Anjali and Nani couldn't hide their teasing smile anymore.

Arnav lifted his eyebrows at his family clearly didn't find that his display of affection towards his wife caused that reaction. He was too good in mood to bother about their surprised expression and teasing smile. He sipped his coffee and was reading through the paper. Anjali and Nani just shared a conspiracy look and waited for Khushi to return. Khushi came after some time, with a bowl of Sohan Halwa, behind her came one of the new servants with a tray of the sweet for others. They knew the sweet in her hand was specially made for Mr.Raizada by Mrs.Raizada with natural sugar substitutes. She seated herself gracefully next to him and fed him a spoon of the sweet. She was waiting for him to taste with anticipation, he savored the taste and he gifted her with one of his breathtaking smiles that didn't go unnoticed by his family.

"Delicious," he said and she continued to feed him more.

"So, Khushiji, what is the occasion? You prepared sweet today?" Anjali asked playfully.

"Woh..Di..nothing I just feel like preparing sweet today," Khushi smiled, Nani and Anjali noticed the glow in her eyes.

"Is that a new saree, pati sari? Look very expensive. I never see you wear this before," Mami interjected tauntingly.

"Ha Mamiji..it's new."

"So..you have been wasting money on expensive clothes? Why before this you wear only pati sari but now you and you sister.."

"Mami!" Arnav stopped her, "I made the saree specially designed for my wife! And I don't need anybody's permission to do so. It can cost a million for all I care."

Khushi held his hand and shook her head. "Mami, sorry I forgot to show you the sarees Arnavji got from his trip. There is one beautiful blue kanjipuram saree that will look really good on you, would you like to try on later?"

Mami was so excited at mere mention of new saree, nodded her head profusely.

"I have for you too Di..Nani and also for jiji," she announced happily.

Arnav didn't want to say anything because he knew his wife wouldn't budge, she has been telling him from morning that he bought too many sarees for her and really would like to gift some to his Di, Nani, Payal and Mami no matter how many times he told her that they can buy new one these are meant for her.

"Khushiji, you look gorgeous in this saree and Chote got you the matching bangles as well?"

"Hah Di..they are beautiful right?"she showed the bangles proudly to his sister, the tinkling sound made him smile.

"Akash, please!" they heard Payal's voice pleading, trailing behind the furious Akash.

"Payal, I told you I have meeting today and I will eat outside. Don't bother!" Akash sounded so harsh. Khushi stood watching her sister tearing up while her jijaji was walking out angrily.

"Akash!" Arnav roared. He was angry, his little brother was going a bit too much. Khushi was right. He needed to talk to him. Khushi was looking so happy until she saw her sister's face, he didn't want her upset for anything, not today. He didn't like to see Payal so upset as well, it was an honest mistake she didn't commit a crime, it's high time Akash sees that.

"Bhai," Akash knew that tone, his Bhai was not happy.

"You are coming to office with me. Here, wait for me in the car!" he threw his car keys for him to catch.

Akash caught it, meekly nodded his head and went out.

"Khushi love..don't..I will..," she smiled at him, "I know."

He was amazed at her trust, she was not blaming him but she believed he will fix it. His heart swelled with love that he felt for this remarkable woman in front of him. He leaned down kissed her and left.

Khushi was blushing furiously, Anjali and Nani were teasing her mercilessly the whole day. She even made her jiji smiled little bit, assuring her that her Arnavji will talk to jijaji and everything will be fine. The ladies of the house spent the entire afternoon admiring Khushi's sarees and jewels that Arnav had gifted her.

Part 9 - Her Rajkumar

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