The laughter died as his eyes locked with hers. Beautiful hazel eyes that shone with life. His eyes travelled down her pert nose to her red luscious lips. Eminently kissable lips. They always promised heaven and when he had kissed her, he had never been able to stop with just one kiss.
Tenderly he traced her cheek and then her lips, that quivered in response. Why was she so beautiful, giving and warm? Why did she love him so much? Why couldn't he resist her?
He would kiss her once and stop. He could not take advantage of her. Not when all the truth was not out before them and their marriage was so rocky.
He wished he had the will power to resist her now and avoid the kiss. But he was like an addict in need of the drugs and he lowered his lips to touch hers---
She knew the kiss was coming. She wanted it as much as him. For her this marriage was real. He was the only husband she would ever have. The only man she could ever love. So what if it was for a short time? So what if the truth would create a rift? So what if all this wasn't forever? Her love for him was forever. He was the only man who would and could touch her.
She wanted this more than him, because she wanted to carry the stamp of his touch in her soul and grow old with it. She did not care about the future. All she could see of it was a life without him---and if she could carry a part of him with her---she would live with that---may be she could have his baby? As soon as the thought came to her mind, she resolved she wouldn't let him stop tonight. She would go all the way tonight and wouldn't let him pull back. The fear of the dark future gave a new urgency to her needs---
He never realized when one kiss turned into more, as her feverish response flamed his desires and encouraged him to trail kisses down the column of her throat. He vaguely remembered taking off his Tee shirt as she tugged at it.
It was soon followed by the top of her night suit. As he rapidly undid the buttons, his hands probed her feverish skin and found her breast.
As he kissed and sucked at her chest, he pulled off her top and bra leaving her completely naked. He stared at her in awe, lost in the beauty of her.
She blushed at his gaze. It helped that only the night lamp was on. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he held them, preventing her.
As his feverish gaze swept over her, his passion soared. Her shyness, her blush and her innocent response was all that a man could ask for.
The rest of their clothes followed in rapid succession. Reason had taken flight a long time back and as he trailed kisses along her body, Khushi moaned feverishly due to the new sensations she was experiencing.
Arnav couldn't have enough of her. As he kissed and sucked and bit, he forgot his earlier resolve of restraint and the state of their marriage. They were just a man and woman, in the throes of passion and nothing else mattered.
But when he parted her legs to enter her, reason hit him. No! He should not do this. It was wrong. Things were a mess between them still. He had to stop.
As he began pulling back, Khushi gripped his arm, pulling him close. No! She couldn't let him stop. If he did, she would never have this joy of being his totally. She would never have the hope of his child.
'Khushi no. We should stop. This is not right,' Arnav said huskily, kissing her forehead tenderly and trying to move away as she held on.
'No. It feels right. Nothing can be more right, Don't stop' she said, her eyes pleading him.
It was then that he lost the battle. He couldn't refuse her request, especially when he wanted this just as much as her.
He wanted it more than her as he had gone too far. He couldn't stop now that he knew she wanted it just as much.
Making up his mind one last time, he snuggled her close and rained kisses on her. Gently he followed it up by parting his legs.
Continuing to kiss her, he entered her soft womanhood. He heard her sharp intake of breath as pain shot through her.
Whispering sweet nothings to her, he continued to enter her and slowly he felt her relaxing. He then moved within her. She shuddered in response till they both reached the pinnacle of joy that only they could share.
Later as they lay spent in each other's arms Arnav again felt the pangs of guilt. He knew he had taken away her innocence, her most prized possession.
He tried to speak, though it was the most difficult thing to do. 'Khushi----I ----I am ---so---- he began, before she interrupted him.
'No. Don't be sorry Arnav. I was part of it too. Something so beautiful can never be wrong. And I can even die in peace, knowing that I belong to you totally,' she smiled, her sweet, warm smile that completely melted his heart.
'You are such a giver Khushi. I am sorry I have nothing to give you in return. Not even words of love,' he said apologetically.
'You don't have to. I have enough love for both of us. That will have to do for now. Now go to sleep Birthday boy. Tomorrow is going to be a long day full of fun and family and food, now that Ma is also her,' she smiled.
Gathering her close, he attempted to sleep---
Khushi was content. Tomorrow did not seem so scary. Even if life took her away from him, she hoped she had his seeds in her. May be she would have his baby? May be she would always have a part of him? If not him, she would at least have something to live for and love---
Sleep eluded his troubled mind. What did the future hold for them? What would the investigations reveal? With every passing day, he wanted to prove her innocence. He wanted her to be above all foul play. He wanted to trust her---he wanted to love her---
Love---where did that word come from? It had come from the depth of his heart. He wanted to love her ---he was afraid he was already half way through---and now the future terrified him---because happiness had never been a part of his life---and she made him happy---reason enough for him to fear this happiness---
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