A for... Arnavji nahin! Arnav...
"Arnavji? Aap itni jaldi ghar aagaye?" (Arnavji? You are home this early?)
He raised his brows at her. "Kyun? Tumhein manzoor nahin?" (Why? Don't you like it?)
"Nahin, voh-" She stopped in surprise when his hands snaked around her waist. "Arnavji! Kya kar rahe hain aap? Koyi aagaya to?" (No, actually- Arnavji! What are you doing? What if someone comes?)
He laughed lightly, the sound of it making her shudder. "Khushi, main achhi tarha se jaanta hoon he sab log satsang mein gaye hain." (Khushi, I know very well that everyone has gone to the satsang.)
She blushed deep and smiled. He was always looking for times like these to return home early and stay with her alone.
"Par Hari Prakaashji to-" (But Hari Prakaashji-)
"Hari Prakaash ko maine uske ghar bhej diya hai," he whispered against her neck. "The man needs time with his wife too." (I've sent him home...)
Khushi giggled and smaked her husband's arm playfully. He nipped at her skin and she bit down a gasp.
"Arnavji!" she tried pushing him. "Humein dher saara kaam hai! Chhodiye na!" (Arnavji! I have a lot of work! Leave me!)
"Kaam baad mein hoga! Aur vaise bhi yeh tumhaara... voh kya kehte hain? Ya! Yeh tumhaara patni dharma hai." (You'll see that later! Anyway, this too is... what do they say? Ya! Your duty as a wife.)
She blushed deep and extricated herself from his grasp and he looked at her in disappointment.
"Arnavji! Aap bhi na!" (Arnavji! You too!)
"What?" he asked crossly.
Tumhein pata hai kit tum almost Babli ki tarha ho? Fark sirf itna hai ki voh nau saal ki hai, aur tum kabhi badi hui nahin. (Do you know you're almost like Babli? The only difference is that she's nine, and you never grew up.)
She smiled at his childishness. She still couldn't believe this was the same man who had compared her with a child of nine years old. Sometimes he acted like a five year old himself.
"What nahin, what the!" she laughed.
Arnav rolled his eyes, reaching for his laptop as his wife had refused him cleanly and sank on the reclined.
"Hum yeh keh rahe the ke aap had karte hain," she giggled but he pretended not to hear her. "Hum aapke liye chaai lekar aate hain." (I was saying that you're too much! I'll bring you your tea.)
When she returned he was gazing out at the pool side. She came and held the cup in front of him. Her husband took it with an irritated expression. Khushi sat down beside him.
"Don't you have work?" he grumbled as he emptied the cup and placed it on the low table. She hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He looked away. So, Mr Raizada was still angry?
"Hogaya! Humein bas aapko chaai deni thi! Ab aapki seva khatam ho chuki hai!" (Done! I had to give you tea! Now my work is over!)
Arnav turned to her incredulously.
"What? Khushi, tumne ek cup chaai ke liye mera romantic mood bigaad diya?" (...You ruined my romantic mood just for a cup of tea?)
Her eyes widened as if she had never known. "Achha? Humein maaf kardijye, humein pata nahin tha!" (Really? Forgive me, I didn't know!)
Whether it was true or not, he would never know. But he did know that he had married a very good nautanki. Whatever! Innocent or not, Mrs Khushi Kumaari Gupta Singh Raizada would in no way escape his punishment today.
"Arnavji,please!"
"Stop it, Khushi!"
"He Devi Maiyya! Ab humnein kya kiya?" (HDM! What did I do now?)
He smirked mischievously, leaning in on her till she was lying on the recliner and he was half on top of her.
"Tumhein nahin pata?" (Don't you know?)
She shook her head frantically, gulping with nervousness which attacked her mercilessly. Arnav bent and nipped her earlobe, sending tremors down her spine.
"Don't call me 'Arnavji'," he said lifting his head to look in her eyes.
Her warm caramel eyes widened again. "To? Hum aapko kya bulaayein?" He saw a glint of mischief shine in her eyes. "Laad Governor? Shaitaan? Ya phir Swaami?" She giggled. (Then? What should I call you?...)
Arnav grinned at her and kissed her under the ear, where he knew gave her shivers. She shut her eyes, her breath hitching. "Arnav," he whispered. "Call me Arnav, not 'Arnavji'."
He pressed another kiss closer to her mouth now.
"A-a-arnav-ji?" she stammered shakily.
"Arnavji nahin! Arnav..."
He nipped at the hollow of her neck and she gasped. Khushi's heart was thrumming. What was he asking from her again? Oh yes, his name.
"A-a-arnav?" she whipered as he continued his sweet assault on her.
"Mmm... That's more like it."
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