11/11//2013 - ARHI FF:MASTERCLASS THREAD10: Chapt89 pg114..note pg131

Khushi stretched under the warm duvet, her eyes sealed shut as she tried to retain a dream that was soon about to become a reality - her honeymoon with her husband. Khushi smiled to herself as she turned over over in the empty bed. She knew Arnav would be long gone given all that he had to do before they left for whichever mysterious destination he would pick. Khushi sighed as she sat up and stretched her tired limbs. Yesterday had been one of the craziest days of her life with the presentation for jaleebi junction, Angad Grover's reappearance in her life, Arnav's fury and resultant conversation that she and he had about their respective exs and then Anjali's sudden nuptials. Most people didnt have this much excitement in a year let alone a day and yet her husband still had the stamina to wake in the early hours of the morning before rushing off to his multi-billion dollar empire as usual.

Khushi slid on her nightgown and walked towards the ensuite. Something caught her attention and she stopped in her tracks. There on the green chaise lounge in their bedroom, lay a blood red single rose in full bloom on top of a folded piece of crisp white paper. Khushi smiled as reached over in anticipation her eyes yearning to see what he wanted to say to her as she unfolded the sheet.

Khushi's toes curled in pleasure and little butterflies danced in her tummy as she smiled and inhaled the stunning scent of the freshly cut rose which she knew had been lovingly cultivated by Arnav. Suddenly the day felt unbearably long and the minutes stretched out endlessly. The intensity of the wait was as agonizing as the anticipation and Khushi groaned as she grabbed clean clothes and headed into the shower. It was going to be a long, long day.

Arnav leaned back in his high backed leather chair and loosened the knot on his tie. It was only 9am, but he had already sorted out the most important matter topping his agenda for the day. Their honeymoon. Arnav smiled as he took a sip of his steaming black coffee. In precisely ten hours, he would be whisking his wife away. Granted, in order to do this he had woken his travel consultant at the crack of dawn to get his plan in motion before contacting his personal shopper to arm her with a list of his requirements. In trademark ASR style he had given both teams only a precious few hours to complete the required tasks and today Arnav had to admit that his power, connections and money were making accomplishment of tasks much easier.

Glancing at his watch, he picked up his phone and dialed.

Aman had just arrived at his office just in time to receive his summons. Bracing himself he prepared for his meeting with his CEO slash best friend slash new brother in law.

The the dull thud of footsteps on the carpeted floor announced his arrival into Arnav's office. Despite being in the space many times, Aman couldnt help but be impressed with Arnav's control centre. Arnav turned around from the window he was standing against and the two men locked eyes.

"9am? Dont tell me you're getting slack now that you're married AB?" Arnav drawled as he picked his cup of coffee and took a sip. "Coffee?" he asked casually as he sat down.

Aman eyed his friend quietly. Ordinarily this sort of banter would have been normal for the two men but today Aman wasnt entirely sure what to make of Arnav's words.

Arnav watch as his friend took a seat across him but remained uncharacteristically silent. Arnav stood up and walked to where the coffee carafe stood and he poured a cup of the steaming liquid into a cup and walked back to where Aman sat.




The sense of power of in the room was unmistakeable but it it was the upset in the balance of this power dynamic that was even more apparent.




The two men locked eyes. Neither said a word. Arnav was blatantly aware of the fact that the level of trust between him and Aman had shifted but Khushi's words about relationships rang at the back of his mind.


Finally Arnav extended the cup as if it was a peace offering of sorts. 'Well?' he repeated. Aman exhaled and took the cup as he cleared his throat, 'well not as slack as you ASR ... taking two weeks away from the business makes you the slack one,' he said calmly as he watched Arnav walking to his chair.

Arnav raised an eyebrow as he sank into his chair, 'Try balancing a business, a new wife, her business and two sets of families. So slack and me? I dont think so.'

'Well I suppose you have a point - unlike normal people who take their time with relationships, you jump right in lock, stock and smoking barrel dont you,' Aman said calmly.

This time both of Arnav's eyebrows shot up 'and you didn't go in lock, stock? My sister, my sisters lunatic ex, topped off with me hello!' he said.

Both men remained quiet for a second before simultaneously bursting into laughter. ' I guess neither of us is cut out for half measures. Its all or nothing,' Aman said softly.

Arnav nodded. 'Lets just try and keep it honest from here on ok,' he said as he flicked a finger against his ipad and Aman instantly detected the shift to business. ASR was back in the building.

Arnav refocused his thoughts on the tasks at hand as he reviewed documention on his electronic device. Looking up at Aman, Arnav spoke in a calm controlled voice. 'This morning I've signed a delegation of authority to you which will be activated at midnight tonight. Effectively this means that you become Acting-CEO of AR Corporation with full authorisation to make all business related decisions on my behalf.' Arnav's eyes locked with Aman's as if to drive home the point, 'I am not going to be accessible for fifteen days to AR Corp. For anything,' he said calmly. Aman's eyes shot up as he looked at ASR in surprise. In all the time AR Corp had been in existence, ASR had never taken a holiday and certainly never had there been a situation where he had been off the radar for such a long time and inaccessible to the Executive. Arnav continued, 'I've been over this with the Lawyers and I have a number of contingency plans in place for a variety of situations. As for other matters, well go through with a handover this morning,' he said with complete confidence and authority evident in his voice; and it was clear to Aman that this was not a man who would doubted his decisions.

Arnav was a merciless taskmaster and the two men worked furiously through the morning reviewing AR operations and working thorough matters requiring Arnav's attention prior to his departure and deferring remaining matters to Aman. Finally at about 2pm, Arnav was satisfied with their work and declared the meeting closed. Aman gathered his papers, as Arnav finished signed the last few documents. 'See you in two weeks,' he said as he handed the papers back to Aman. 'I would normally say have a good time,' said Aman as he took the papers, 'but that seems like a pointless thing to say given that I know this is your honeymoon,' he said with a half smile. Arnav leaned back in his chair, 'dont worry, despite my image, I definitely know how to have a good time,' he said calmly with a half smile. Aman nodded, 'right then, see you in 2 weeks.'

As Aman left his office, Arnav leaned back in his chair and picked up his phone. The sharp, clean line of his jaw, his powerful shoulders still encased in the charcoal-grey suit, his hands easily gripping the phone all radiated power. Confidence. Control.

'Hello', she answered breathlessly after about the seventh ring. 'Hi'..., he said in his honeysoaked baritone, the urge to hold her in his arms suddenly became overwhelming. He cleared his throat and tried to refocus his mind on the tasks that still needed to be completed. 'You ok Khushi?' he asked.

Khushi frowned at the phone in her hand. 'Well I'm racing around trying to get everything sorted out - I've just finished handing over my AR projects back to the team but I keep remembering things I've forgotten to tell them, Irani-ji wont answer his phone so I dont know whats happening with the location and to top it off you havent told me where we are going so I have no idea what to pack!' she said as frustration lined her voice.

Arnav smiled his expression now calm as he took a sip of the cold water as he imagined the agony her poor duppatta must be enduring. 'Khushi, Ive spoken to Aman and he's across everything you were working on and your projects have already been redistributed in the team and are still operating within the required timelines. As for Irani, well I got hold of his son who said that the old man hasnt made a decision yet and isnt likely to do so in the next few days. And last and most importantly, you dont need to worry about packing,' he said calmly.

Khushi groaned, 'Arnav, now isn't the time for these games, I really need to know what you have planned so that I can be prepared,' she said. 'Relax Mrs Raizada, you're the one who asked for a surprise so you need to stop worrying so much - don't you know I have everything under control?' he murmured his voice was so deep and low, that Khushi found herself getting lost in the sound and forgetting the question. 'In any case Khushi, we are going on our honeymoon so I can promise you wont be needing much other than me,' he said his voice huskily sexy yet teasing as Khush'is big brown eyes widened. 'Arnav!!' he heard her breath out, 'ok, ok Khushi, in about an hour there will be a delivery arriving for you and that should have pretty much everything you'll need for this trip. I'll be home at about 6pm and well leave for the airport at 7:30pm. After that, I'm all yours Khushi,' he said softly as heated desire permeated his voice, 'I'll see you in a bit so relax and enjoy your afternoon.'

Khushi smiled to herself as she stared at her mobile phone, Devi Maiya, somebody needs to pinch me, she thought - she really was married Arnav Singh Raizada and he really was about to whisk her away on their honeymoon, he really is mine, she thought in awe as she practically floated up the stairs on cloud nine.

True to Arnav's words, the doorbell rang promptly within the next hour and two young women dressed in attire identifying them from a very exclusive upmarket concierge service delivered three large suitcases and a white envelope. After signing for the delivery, Khushi was more anxious to open the note than the suitcases. She sat down on the edge of the lounge suite and impatiently ripped the cream envelope open.

Khushi couldn't help but re-read the handwritten script on the cream paper again and again even though Arnav's words were already imprinted on both her mind and heart. Khushi sighed wistfully. She was speechless, the feelings he was drawing from her filled her, spilling up to overflowing. She felt blessed. She felt cherished.

Khushi walked back up the stairs to their room. She glanced at the clock. Long hours stretched ahead of her. Walking over to the bed, she felt a lifetime of anticipation flutter like a cloud of butterflies in her stomach. She felt horribly restless. The ticking of each second felt like eternity as she struggled to keep herself occupied. Nothing helped take the edge off. Not even talking to babu-ji and amma. Finally she decided that some fresh air might help and she wandered out to the poolside and began watering Arnav's beloved roses. She might not have him but felt as though time in his garden might help alleviate the yearning that she just couldn't shake off.

The cool breeze along with the slight mist from the water hose felt mildly soothing and Khushi swore she wouldn't attempt to look at the clock again until she finished her task. The repetitive motion helped calm her slightly until she felt someones gaze on her. Khushi knew who it was in a heartbeat even before she turned. She released the trigger on the hose to stop the waterflow and turned slowly.

Arnav stood calmly behind Khushi as she finally faced him, a possessive smile adorning his lips. He began walking towards her in slow, measured yet completely confident steps. Khushi's heartbeat began to accelerate as the tall, broad-shouldered and stomach-meltingly gorgeous Arnav Singh Raizada came to a stop as he stood in front of her, towering over her and utterly sure of the power he wielded. His confidence was daunting.

Their eyes met and locked. Neither of them spoke and the only sound was the uneven gasp of Khushis breathing. Her breath caught in her throat. Her stomach flipped. Her feet remained rooted to the ground. She had been waiting for this moment all day and now that it was finally here, she felt like she was frozen to the ground.

Arnav cleared his throat. 'Hi,' he said almost in a whisper as his eyes wandered over her. A shiver of anticipation raced up his spine.

The waterhose fell from her hands with a dull thud and Khushi felt her legs move towards Arnav of their own accord.

' I've been waiting forever for you.' she said softly as Arnav smiled and closed the gap between them. He slid his hands around her waist, 'that's my line Khushi,' he said as brought his head down to brush his mouth against the side of her neck, where her pulse was beating furiously beneath her damp skin. The day's collective frustration snapped inside her and Khushi threaded her fingers into Arnav's thick hair and pulled his head up. Her lips collided with his lips and she groaned in pleasure. Passion exploded with that first brush of his lips. Arnav was gentle, but Khushi wasn't in the mood to be seduced. She pulled his head, urging him closer, parting her lips and when he entered, she sucked on his tongue, teasing him, arousing them both. Suddenly his hands were everywhere as they devoured each other.

Khushi opened her eyes to find Arnav watching her. His eyes were dark, intense, taking pleasure in her pleasure, in the response he so easily evoked in her. His own breathing was ragged, and she could feel the evidence of his need for her.

'Khushi I want you.' He moved his hands to cup her face once more. 'I want you so much.' Khushi reached up with her arms, running her fingers through the crisp softness of his hair, pulling his face down to hers. She wasn't done yet.

'Khushi...' Arnav groaned as Khushi took possession of his mouth again. The kiss was deep, demanding, endless, filled with promise.

Need.

Khushi delighted in the feel of Arnav Singh Raizada, the taste of him, in the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. That he was yearning for her just as much as she for him.

Arnav groaned as he broke their connection. 'Khushi stop,' he said through strained breath, 'I have no intention of missing this flight but if we dont stop, were going to spend our honeymoon at home.' Khushi pulled Arnav back and nibbled his lips delicately, 'I dont care where we are as long as you are there with me,' she whispered. Arnav smiled against Khushi, he knew exactly what she was grappling with. 'No way Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada! I spent the the last 24 hours holding on to the thought of taking you away and Im going to do exactly that. So Mrs R. its now time to go,' he murmured dryly.

Two and half hours later, Arnav and Khushi arrived at private hangars at Delhi International Airport where AR Corps sleek Gulfstream G550 private jet waited majestically on the runaway. Even though this was Khushi's second experience aboard the private jet, she couldn't contain her excitement as they stepped aboard the luxurious environment. Khushi's delight at being welcomed on board as Mrs Raizada by the inflight crew was plainly evident on her face.

As they settled into their seats, Arnav seemed to dominate the cabin. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and Khushi felt a tug of longing as her eyes stole a glance at his black designer jeans and the superbly cut chocolate leather jacket that he wore over a black sweater.

Arnav on the other hand was blatantly staring at Khushi. Dressed in low lying, hip hugging dark blue denim jeans paired with a simple white silk shirt and nude heels, her hair pulled into a low ponytail and only her engagement and wedding rings as accessories - she looked breathtaking.

Arnav hadnt seen Khushi in western wear before and was spellbound at this different avtar. Try as he might, he just couldn't tear his eyes away from her and it was only when Khushi waved her hand in front of his face that he snapped back into the present.

'Uh, sorry Khushi, what were...what were you saying?' His voice tailed off because the sudden narrowing of her beautiful, sexy eyes drove all coherent thoughts from his head.




She was beautiful damn it!

Khushi rolled her eyes as she looked at her husband who was staring at her as if he had never seen her before. 'I was asking where we are going?' she said as she struggled to buckle her seatbelt.

Arnav leaned over slowly, his muscular his chest brushed against her as his right arm went around her front, brushing against her chest as he leaned forward. His face came to her side and his lips brushed her cheek as his hand went on top of hers on the belt. Khushi flinched. Arnav smiled and decided to extend the moment as he let his fingers slide across the slightly exposed flesh of her stomach. Instantly he felt her muscles contracting under his touch, her heart rate accelerated, breathing quickened, her eyes wide open as she sat frozen in her seat. Arnav was instantly transported back to the time before their wedding when they had both struggled with the burning attraction that had consumed them. He smiled. Nothing had changed. He still wanted her her just as much if not more. Deciding not to torture Khushi further, he pulled the seat belt and clicked it into place and moved back just as the plane began to taxi down the runway before becoming airborne.

Khushi's chest was still heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. Devi Maiya was he planning on torturing her to death even before they reached whatever mysterious destination he had picked. Rakshas!

'Rakshas? What do you mean Khushi? I haven't done anything'' he asked innocently fully enjoying the opportunity to tease his wife as he took her hand in his.

Hey Devi Maiya had she said that out aloud thought Khushi as she groaned and turned to face Arnav. His molten brown eyes twinkled with mischief and Khushi practically growled with frustration as she tried to pry her hand away from Arnav's. 'You're really enjoying this aren't you Arnav, I mean even after the last few days we've had...you're still teasing me?!' she said with annoyance evident in her voice as she glared at him.

Arnav resisted the urge to smile. Did she have any idea how beautiful she looked when she was mad? His very own tigress. 'Khushi, I should be the one complaining here. I mean I'm trying my best to behave and you're intent on destroying my good intentions,' he said feigning complete innocence and holding up both his hands as if in surrender.

Khushi's brown eyes widened and her jaw dropped, 'Arnav! she spluttered, I didn't even do anything, you you touched me!' she muttered as her face reddened.

Arnav reached out to her lap where her hands were clasped and he took her left hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. He shifted in his seat and leaned across until his shoulder touched hers. Khushi shivered slightly as she felt his warm breath against her ear. 'Khushi, you know as well as I do that that wasn't even one hundredth of the way I really want to touch you. Every inch of you.' Slowly, he whispered his voice low and insanely seductively as his thumb began to trace lazy circles on her palm. Khushi told herself to look away. Even as a blush climbed her cheeks, she couldn't seem to make herself move. It was as if she was frozen under his stare. Arnav watched the gentle ripple of her throat as Khushi gulped. Mesmerised, he traced soft skin with his free hand. 'I thought this would get easier after we got married,' he whispered. Khushi knew instantly what Arnav meant, 'Me too. But its not. I cant stop thinking about you. About what it feels like when you touch me, when you come into me, when we are one,' Khushi whispered honestly. Realising what she had said, Khushi blushed deeply as she averted her eyes. Arnav raised her chin forcing her eyes to meet his again, 'Look at me Khushi, are you embarrassed about admitting that?' he asked point blank. Khushi's eyes locked with Arnav's as she furiously shook her head, 'Good' he said softly. Staring into his deep brown, 'Its just I cant seem to keep my hands off you, its like I need to keep touching you, kissing you,' Khushi confessed honestly. Arnav laughed softly, 'Khushi we are newly weds; its supposed to be like this. To be honest, I cant imagine that there will ever be a time when I wont crave you the way I do now - baby you are my addiction for life,' he whispered the words in her ear, then lightly bit her earlobe. 'And like you, I cant stop thinking about you either. About being with you. And I have every intention of remedying that when we get there - unless you want to become the newest member of the Mile High Club?' he asked blantantly with desire now plainly evident in his wicked chocolate brown eyes. Frowning, 'Mile High Club?' Khushi asked. Arnav's eyes glinted, 'well, its basically...actually shall I show you?' he asked. Khushi's eyes narrowed as she saw the naughtiness in his dark eyes. Khushi pulled out her phone - when in doubt there was always Google-ji she thought as she keyed in the words. Arnav watched closely as Khushi read the definition. Her eyes widened monumentally and her jaw dropped open. Khushi remained quiet for a few seconds and then she looked up, 'sounds interesting, shall we...join?' she asked softly but completely seriously. Arnav was stunned for a second; was Khushi really asking about what he thought she was asking?! 'Ah..Er..' he stammered as he tried to think of a response. Khushi couldnt help herself as she burst out laughing. It wasnt everyday that she said something that left the great, powerful, incredibly hot Arnav Singh Raizada utterly speechless.

The remainder of their six hour flight was filled with light teasing, lots of conversation, stolen kisses and some sleep until Arnav and Khushi were woken by the voice of their pilot announcing their arrival into Singapore. Khushi's sleep filled eyes instantly filled with glee - she was in a foreign country, her first! Squeezing Arnav's hand she stared out of the window as the aircraft circled the city and then began descending into Changi International Airport.

Upon landing, Khushi and Arnav were fast-tracked through customs and immigration and then led to a black limousine. Arnav couldn't help but watch Khushi more than his surroundings. Her excitement was contagious and Arnav found himself seeing the city that he had visited many times through her eyes. Racing through the city, Khushi gasped as the limousine glided into the long drive way of the Raffles Hotel.

Even though it was still dark, the legendary Palm Court, the white marble colonnades and the unique air of romantic grandeur enveloped Khushi and Arnav as they stepped out of the vehicle where the general manager waited to personally welcome them to the establishment. Uniformed regal doormen ushered them through an ornate wrought-iron portico into a lobby that seems unaltered from the turn of the century. Strolling into the polished teak verandas past tropical gardens, their check-in was handled seamlessly as the couple were welcomed with drinks. The scent of frangipani in the night enveloped them as they were led to their accommodation by their personal butler and concierge.

One of the two largest suites in the Main Building, known as the Sir Stamford Raffles Suite awaited them. Khushi gasped as she slowly walked into the room and and took in the 14-foot ceilings, common veranda, a parlour, dining room, pantry and private balcony. Original elegant period furnishings including Oriental carpets arranged on teakwood flooring combined with luxurious leather sofas filled the space. The quality of the antiques and artwork displayed only added to the opulence of the rooms. Dropping her bag on the edge of a teak coffee table, Khushi gently touched a beautiful arrangement of white orchids as Arnav slowly walked towards her. Taking her hand in his, he led to her to the master suite.

The bedroom suite was beautiful, a soothing melody of pale blues, ivory and soft caramel shades. An ornate antique fan spun quietly above a huge mahogany four-poster bed, and yet another one hummed across the room above the French windows in front of which a table and two chairs stood. Dazed and with her senses on overload, Khushi moved into the bathroom where she nearly fainted with delight. A private walled garden full of swaying golden palms and fragrant jasmine grew at the edge of the huge sunken marble bathtub. Soft lighting danced on the granite floor, illuminating a long vanity and double sinks. The shower could easily hold five or six people, and there were baskets of shampoo, lotion and soaps, all from expensive originators.

Arnav walked in to find Khushi slowly spinning in a circle as she took in the huge ensuite.

'Like it?'

Khushi came to a stop in front of Arnav and slowly walked towards him.

'No,' she said with a big smile as she stood in front of him.

'Liar,' Arnav said softly, and kissed her.

Khushi opened her eyes, gazed up at him. 'You're being incredibly patient.'

'You are always worth the wait Khushi. You always have been and will be,' Arnav murmured.

Holding back a swoon, 'So are you Mr Raizada,' Khushi said.

'I know,' came a husky response in a voice that made the butterflies in her stomach flutter as if they'd had a double hit of speed.

Khushi let out a little laugh. 'You're torturing me Arnav.'

'Am I?' Arnav asked knowingly as he touched her cheek, the fullness of her lower lip, her chin, the hollow of her throat. He watched her eyes go hazy and dark with desire. She reached her hands up and tangled them in his hair, drew him closer as she locked her gaze with his.

It was clear that breaking point had arrived.

'Khushi', Arnav's voice was disturbingly soft and the laughter had gone from his eyes. Now his gaze was intense.

Khushi gasped as she felt herself being lifted and found herself cradled in Arnav's arms. Instinctively she wound her arms his neck as she held on. Silently, he walked back into the bedroom suite and placed Khushi in the middle of snow white linens in the middle of the four poster bed.




Then not taking his eyes off her, Arnav began to remove his clothes, the task made more difficult by the fact his hands were shaking slightly. Khushi watched silently as Arnav fought his way out of his shirt to reveal his bare chest, tanned and golden glistening like warm honey in the soft glow from the bedside lamps. The dim light danced on his skin highlighting his broad muscular shoulders and strong arms thick with muscles. Khushi couldnt help but notice how the light illuminated his skin adding shadows and hollows to the movement of muscles and bone and her eyes were drawn to the sprinkling of dark hair that began at the top of his broad chest, and then narrowed down to his waist before disappearing in a narrow line into the waistband of his jeans. With their eyes locked, Khushi watched his hands rest on his belt.

Passion tightened the features of his face, making his expression hard, his eyes bright with desire. 'I want you Khushi,' he growled, reaching for the buckle on the belt. 'I want you now, and I know I should wait, be more romantic but I cant,' he said in low voice.

Khushi sat up slowly, her own eyes mirroring the same desire in her husbands. 'Then dont,' she whispered softly but with complete confidence.

It was all the encouragement Arnav needed as Khushi watched him shed the remainder of his clothing until he stood before her, nude and so incredibly beautiful. She watched as he approached her slowly. Leaning over her, Arnav undressed Khushi as if he was unwrapping a gift. Khushi gasped as Arnav fulfilled his promise and kissed every inch of her body driving her out of her mind with his hands and mouth. And then demanded she do the same until neither could stand the torture of being apart. Arnav efficiently dealt with protection and moved back to Khushi. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the forehead. And then he grabbed her to him with a force that stole her breath away as he crashed his lips to hers, taking her mouth with fiery intent.




Together, with mouths still locked, they moved down on the bed. His hands tangled in her hair as his tongue danced with hers. She moved her hands from the nape of his neck down his smooth, muscled back and her knees weakened at the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. Khushi moaned as Arnav rolled over her, his strong legs pressed against hers, his arousal rigid against her. He raised his head and looked at her, his eyes glittering as he slowly eased himself into her body.


Arnav groaned at intense pleasure of finally joining his flesh with hers. Khushi slid her hands across his broad back as she wrapped her legs him and he moaned. It was a sound that seemed to come from someplace deep inside him. The wordless expression of pleasure did more for Khushi than anything Arnav might have said. His hands gripped her, aiding and guiding her as she moved against him in a frenzy. Gasps and moans of pleasure escaped her lips as the tension in her body increased and she felt herself shattering into a million pieces.



Arnav stroked Khushi's hair away from her face and kissed her, his mouth soft and gentle against hers, 'you ok?' he whispered. Dazed, she nodded slowly as she drowned in his eyes. Before she could recover from the mind-blowing intensity of her release, Arnav began moving again. His lips found hers again and they began slow, almost leisurely kissing with gasps and moans of pleasure as he stroked long and deep inside her. It didn't take long before slow became more frantic as need exploded. Once again tension began coiling inside her. Arnav couldn't hold back any longer and he began to move more forcefully, his mouth gently bit at her neck as he possessed her and Khushi felt herself spiraling completely out of control. Her peak came at the same time as she felt him tense against her until with a low, thick groan he joined her, spilling himself inside her with a force that sent an ecstatic pleasure rippling through every bone and muscle in his body.

Arnav hadn't moved and his weight was heavy on her; she could feel the pounding beat of his heart against her crushed chest as they drifted back to earth. Arnav's lips softly moved against hers and Khushi felt overwhelmed, 'I love you, I love you so much Arnav,' she whispered.

The honeymoon had well and truly began.