"Khushi, why did you agree to marry me?"
She stood still for a moment, but then relaxed as a wide smile stretched her mouth. "yeh kaisa sawaal hai?" she enquired jokingly of him, wondering what had prompted this sudden question.
Arnav's fingers tightened around her own, and his jaw hardened. "Important sawaal hai"
Khushi smiled once again and lifted their interlocked hands. "I married you because…" she trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye. She saw his eyes widen as she stopped, an adorable frown pleating his brow.
"Because?" he asked her in a worried fashion, as anxiety colored his husky voice.
"Because, you're a very nice person." She replied. But that didn't calm him down; in fact her answer just put him further on edge.
"That's all?" he questioned as his fingers tightened their hold on her hand.
Khushi laughed her tinkering laugh, apparently taking pleasure in his worried position. Arnav bristled and grabbed her upper arms tightly, pulling her flush against his chest.
She stopped laughing immediately, his name leaving her lips in a hesitant manner. "I need to know Khushi" he told her, his subconscious pleading that she give him an immediate answer.
"Because I know you'll keep me happy"
Her soft words did it. They unmanned him, humbled him.
Arnav's fingers traced erotic patterns on her soft skin, "you don't know that" he whispered in a hoarse tone, hoping that she contradicted him. Hoping that he would keep her happy.
"I do"
Truly, Khushi did.
It really was why she had agreed to marry him. Yes, there had been an impending pressure from both their families; a promise to fulfill, a tradition to honor, but that had been a secondary reason.
She had just…known that he would keep her happy.
How, she had no idea. But she believed it with all her being.
Of course, the fact that she had fallen in love with him helped as well. But she wasn't so sure as to tell him that as of now.
It would be her little secret.
Arnav withdrew his hands from her, those soft words startling him. How did she know that he would keep her happy, when even he couldn't guarantee it? Where did that confidence come from?
Where was the proof that he wouldn't hurt her, like his father had hurt his mother?
Where was the proof that he wouldn't destroy her?
The last thought sent a chill down his spine, jolting him from his dark thoughts.
Masking his true feelings, he smiled slowly at her; taking in with pride how her eyes darkened and her fingers clenched.
He lifted her hand and laid a soft kiss on her knuckles "that's good then" he told her noncommittally. She only nodded in response as her chest heaved noticeably.
Like the proverbial moth to the flame; Khushi was drawn to her husband in every manner. He was the single most charismatic man she'd ever met. And he was the only male who made her heart beat so loud that she was afraid her ribs would crack.
She felt her husband pull her toward him and she went without complaint, her front clashing with his chest. As soon as their bodies touched, she felt the tendrils of desire coiling around her frame. Her breasts swelled against the confines of the lacy bra, her underwear rubbing against her growing wetness deliciously.
An unconscious mewl left her mouth as her eyes shuttered automatically upon their close proximity. Beside her, Arnav laughed huskily "so responsive baby." He trailed a finger down her throat to the valley of her breasts, tempting her. "Arnav, please" she moaned, surprised at her own wantonness.
She heard him groan as a second later his lips closed over hers.
It was rough, passionate and hot; their tongues dueled with each other mercilessly in a desire to dominate. None gave in.
Arnav had more expertise in this matter, but Khushi was an eager student, and a very quick one at that. She stroked her tongue daringly with his and ran her nails down the contours of his back, prompting an agonized growl from him.
They broke the kiss naturally, both gasping for air and reeling from the impact of the heady kiss.
Arnav took in the intoxicating appearance of his disheveled wife. It was an aphrodisiac alone; her soft lips were bruised and swollen from his kisses. Taut nipples thrust against the fabric of her bra and her entire frame was corded with tension.
She wasn't the only one. His entire body was wound with sexual tension; a strong desire to bury himself in her warmth was overtaking him once again.
The fact that he knew exactly what her silkiness felt like wasn't helping either.
In a gentle gesture unknown to him, he cupped Khushi's cheek and kissed her forehead. He saw her eyes shutter at the contact, her fingers clenching into his hair.
Arnav groaned against her silky tresses. She wasn't helping in making things easier either. "Khushi, baby you need to eat" he told her, his voice sounding more like a lion's growl than a human tone.
"Huh?" she lifted her head from under his chin, skimming her nose against the line of his neck sensually in the process. "Dinner" he ripped out, pulling her to the recliner and settling her atop it.
He cleared his throat and laid the tray on the table in front of her, motioning to it "you didn't eat" he growled.
Khushi blushed profusely under his heated gaze; after all, here she was, seated on the sofa in her underwear. Not to mention that he had thoroughly kissed her just moments ago.
"I'm not really hungry" she replied in a low tone and hesitantly looked up at him, gauging his reaction.
He wasn't pleased.
Arnav was scowling. The tempting mouth that had been kissing her with so much passion was drawn into a thin line, disapproval clearly evident in his face. "It wasn't a request Khushi, it was an order."
Here you are mes amis; I hope it was on par with your expectations.
Love you all
PS: Look forward to AIE tomorrow. :)
THIS IS ENTIRELY MY WORK. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO COPY OR REPRODUCE ANY PART.
