ArHi FF-Married To A Stranger- Updated 11/1- Pg 35 - Page 11

After they awoke from their "slumber", Arnav made his way to the full Jacuzzi equipped bathroom for two. He quickly undressed himself, as Khushi was looking the other way, planning out her outfit for the day and tonight's party. She had to choose something that wasn't seductive, or at least didn't look as if she was trying to seduce her husband. She finally chose a skirt up to her bare thighs, and a tight-fitted shirt. She wasn't seductive, right? She looked and revolved in front of the mirror for self-satisfaction. Quite right. She tied her hair up into a high ponytail, revealing her long neck.

The shower run, and water droplets fell on the now nude Arnav, as he leaned one arm on the Italian marbled walls. He reflected on the last few hours, which probably had the most action in his whole life. He, the once most eligible bachelor, was now a married man. He was committed. Well, not totally. However, her couldn't go around, having sex with anyone he wanted or going out to lunch with any girl anymore. Was this the end of his freedom? Would he have to remain abstinent for the next month? He groaned. What the hell? Was he regretting that he couldn't mingle with anyone for the next month? Or was he more regretful of the fact that he would have to remain abstinent with the perfect Khushi sleeping on the same bed as him? He himself didn't know.

Arnav turned the shower off in his frustration and got out of the tub, water drops trickling down his body and falling on the floor. He reached out to the towel bar to grab his towel, when he exclaimed, "SHIT!" He had forgotten his towel. How would he get it now? He raised his eyebrows, and closed his eyes in embarrassment. "Khushi!" Khushi looked up from her jewelry selections in shock. What did he have to do with her in the bathroom, when he was taking a shower?

"Umm, Khushi, erghh, I kinda.. I forgot my towel. Can you please hand it to me?" Arnav opened his closed shut eyes. "That wasn't that bad," he thought. Khushi looked around for a towel. She didn't see any, but a pink one. She laughed seeing Arnav wrapped in a pink towel. But that was the only choice. She shyly took the towel, and walked toward the bathroom. In instinct, she looked to the mirror for affirmation that she was the sexiest woman alive. She winked at herself and giggled.

Khushi shyly knocked on the door, and Arnav opened the door a pinch. Khushi closed her eyes, and handed him the towel. Arnav had his eyes already closed in shame, and he mistakenly pulled Khushi's hand, grasping her into the bathroom. She slipped on the water on the floor, only to be caught by a nude Arnav. She grabbed his muscular arms again, and leaned into his chest. She inhaled the thick scent of Arnav's Armani Aftershave, as it was a drug. Arnav, then, smelled the sweet, fruity fragrance of her Pantene shampoo. The two looked at each other, and stood at a stand still. Then, a drop of water fell from Arnav's wet hair on to Khushi's cheek. She blinked, and slowly stood still. She straightened her skirt, as Arnav swiftly wrapped the towel around. He left the bathroom in embarrassment, not even looking at Khushi. She laughed, and also left the bathroom.

The two then spent an awkward day at the hotel, occasionally exchanging hugs and pecks. They knew that their story was still hot and fresh, and the press would be lugging behind them for quite a while. Especially with their unique, one of a kind marriage. Then, after the day had passed by, the two retired to their honeymoon suite to get ready for the evening party. It was their reception, their first official release into the public as Mr. and Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada. Nothing should have been messed up, and no one should be able to presume that they weren't married for real. That would tarnish both of their reputations, so it ws best to stay as close as possible.

Khushi wore a sheer, net red saree. She adorned herself with a diamond set, and proudly wore her marriage ring. She slipped a bangle onto her right hand, and a Gucci watch on her left. She blew out her hair, and added a floral clip. She blushed her cheeks with blush, and smeared her lips with a deep rouge color. She erected her bindi, and looked into the mirror. She really did look fit to be the wife of Arnav Singh Raizada. Arnav then came out of his walk-in closet, wearing an Armani suit. His abs were covered, with the layers of his shirt, vest, and coat. However, he was still looking like the sexiest man alive. He had gelled his hair back, and clean shaved his face. He then sprayed on some cologne, and gave a satisfying smile to Khushi. They were certainly the best looking couple. He laid out his hand, and asked, "Shall we?" in his husky voice which Khushi could die for. She placed her hand on his. They started to walk, when she tumbled on her heels and sari, only to be caught by Arnav again. He smirked, "You're the clumsy type, aren't you?" She smiled, "One could figure."

After they went downstairs, to the reception hall, Mr. and Mrs. Raizada were welcomed with bouquets and a round of applause. They remained as close and publicly affectionate, exchanging occasional giggles and pecks. Arnav introduced his new wife to his clients, who exchanged warm greetings. Khushi then met her own friends, who were then introduced to Arnav. Her friends drooled over Arnav, and then said to Khushi, "My dear, you struck gold and looks. Hard combination? Huh? How is he? He seems the wild type. Oh, so gorgeous of a man!' They pushed a blushing Khushi, who in turn replied, "Have shame, he's my husband!" The friends laughed.

Khushi and Arnav's party had been going well, until Khushi heard a snap behind her. She was shocked, and grabbed her blouse. It had unclipped! Oh no! She closed her eyes, and somehow made it to the empty corridor. With the sari now wrapped around her body, she couldn't reach to the back to clip it back again. What would she do? She called Arnav, who seemed annoyed to have been interrupted.

"What do you want?" he asked when he saw her in the empty corridor. She held her blouse, and closed her eyes. "Arnav, my blouse has unclipped." She riskily said. His eyes bulged out and he was shocked, as he tried his best to control his desires and temptations. Arnav thought for a second, did she want him to clip her blouse? Boy, would he love to! But wait, she would never want that right? He replied, "I'll go get one of your friends." A frustrated Khushi stopped Arnav, who had already turned to leave. "And what will happen when they ask why you couldn't clip it?" Khushi asked, with innocent eyes. Arnav breathed a sigh of relief, and guiltily smiled. He asked her to turn around. The light then went off all of a sudden. His cold hands travelled along her back, giving her a chill down her spine. He couldn't find the clip. His long fingers travelled the lines of her bare back to finally find the clip, and he clipped it. Khushi then whipped her hair back, and let out a quiet "Thanks."

After the somewhat pleasured and awkward incident, the two cut their wedding cake. As a part of formalities, they fed each other, and held hands. Now, the crowd demanded kiss. Arnav and Khushi let out a deep breath before they kissed lip to lip for the second time. This time, it was wild. They closed their eyes, and Arnav held Khushi's waist tight. After a whole two minutes, they broke apart and both of them were dizzy. After, they got a hold of themselves, Arnav licked his lips again and smirked. Khushi noticed this and blushed, licking her own lips. They both looked the other way.

Now the crowd demanded a dance. That wasn't that bad. Arnav and Khushi then shared their first dance. Arnav held Khushi tight, and they danced to Saans, breathing one on to the other. The lights dimmed as they were close enough to fall into another kiss..

Saans me teri saans mili toh mujhe saans aayi

Rooh ne chhu li jism ki khushboo tu jo paas aayi

Tu jo paas aayi, tu jo paas aayi

Mujhe saans aayi, Mujhe saans aayi

Kab tak hosh sambhale koi

Hosh ude toh ud jaane do..