Learning The Alphabet... Arshi Style! [COMPLETED] - Page 14

K for... Khushiji

She stood in front of the mirror, almost whining as she pulled at several parts of her usual anarkalis while her husband surveyed her curiously. What had this mad girl gotten inside her head now, he asked himself. As though she had read his mind, she turned to him and he quickly switched his attention to his laptop.

"Arnavji!" she moaned.

Her looked at her eyebrows raised. Okay. What could that mean, now?

"Aap kuchh karte kyun nahin?" she went on. (Why don't you do anything?)

Arnav almost felt his eyes pop out of their orbits at the images her question arose in his boggled mind. Images that would surely make her blush a delectable shade of scarlet, he smirked.

"Well... Khushi... Karna to main bohot kuchh chahata hoon, lekin tum bataao, tum kya chahati ho?" he grinned at her suggestively. (... There are many things I want to do, but you tell me, what do you want?)

It took her a few minutes to grasp his meaning and she reddened, just like he had imagined. She stood there flustered, feeling him mentally undress her right on the spot, judging by that hungry look in his eyes.

"Haww!" she gasped, her eyes round like saucers. "Hum usske baare mein nahin keh rahe the!" (...I wans't talking about that!)

Her husband pouted to stop the evil laughter that was creeping up. "To tum kiss ke baare mein keh rahi thi?" he enquired, stressing on the word 'kiss' so that she turned a shade of red brighter. (Then what were you talking about?)

"Arnavji!" Khushi squealed, stamping her foot on the ground.

He got up to walk towards her. "Khushiji!" he encircled his arms around her small frame and buried his face in her neck.

"Aapne humein 'ji' kyun bola?" she wheezed, her shock evident. (Why did you call my name with the 'ji'?)

"Tum bhi bhi to aise karti ho!" Arnav chuckled. "Okay, yeh bataao, tum abhi aise," he paused to clear his throat mischievously, "aise aavaaz kyun nikaal rahi thi?" (You do that too! Okay, tell me, Why were you making noises like that?)

She smacked his arm shyly even as she laughed at his usual boldness. "Humaare kapde!" (My clothes!)

"Utaar doon?" he teased, earning a punch in the stomach. (Should I take them off?)

"Hum mazaak nahin kar rahe hain!" (I'm not joking!)

Arnav smirked down at his little wife. "Kya hua kapdon ko?" (What happened to them?)

"Voh..."

"Voh?"

She glared at him and he clamped his lips together. Khushi wondered what had happened to her Laad Governor. He was being quite bantersome these days. Maybe it had something do to with his staying away from work?

"Voh humaare kapde tang hote jaarahe hain," she told him embarrassedly. (They're getting tight.)

"Kya hote jaa rahe hain?" he grimaced incredulously. She had this habit of firing bizarre hindi words he always failed to understand even if she knew how bad he was at the language. (What?)

"Tight!" she explained uncomfortably.

Arnav bit the inside of his cheeks to refrain from laughing as he decided to pull her leg some more.

"Khushi, look, agar tum chaaho to... Of course, mujhe koyi problem nahin!" (Khushi, look, if you want... Of course, I won't mind at all!)

She eyed him expectantly. "Sachhi?" He nodded nonchalantly, and it was only then she noticed the evil glint in his dark orbs. "Ek minute," she narrowed her eyes dubiously at him. "Aapko kiss baat se aapatti nahin?" (Really? Wait! What won't you mind about?)

He stared at her, innocent and unflinching as he shrugged carelessly. "Yehi, ki tum chaaho to apne kapde utaar sakti ho. I really won't object." (If you want to take your clothes off, you can...)

Khushi felt the colour rush up her neck and she immediately grabbed a pillow from the bed to hit him with it. "Hum shopping karne ki baat kar rahe the!" she screeched. (I was talking about shopping!)

"Mera idea bhi kaunsa bura tha?" Arnav laughed, his arms raised to shield his head before he quickly snatched her weapon from her hands and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She came up for air terribly dazed. "Relax," she heard him whisper against her nose. "Kal shopping karne chaleinge, okay?" (My idea was not that bad too, was it? [...] We'll go shopping tomorrow, okay?)

She nodded with a soft smile, her eyes still closed and leaving her to enjoy his nearness, absord everything that was him. Khushi nestled her face in his shoulder, inhaling his scent while he ran his hand up and down her hair.

"For now, tum mera idea use kar sakti ho!" he joked lightly, kissing her neck. (For now, you can use my idea!)

"Arnavji!" she protested. Her voice was muffled against his shirt but he detected the heartening mirth in it. Encouraged, by her fingers which gripped at his collar to pull him closer, Arnav discarded her dupatta on the recliner before attacking the dori of her churidaar.