First Night Back

 

Taking the tray with the tea from Hari Prakash, Khushi made her way out to the poolside. The closer she got to Arnav, the more she felt her hands shake. Her breathing increased and her eyes welled up with tears.

Initially, especially after that night in the jungle, she’d thought when he finally came back home, they would have a big reunion, everyone would be happy, everything would be perfect. And maybe after reuniting, they would finally unite as husband and wife. But now… Everything was a mess. Everyone was upset. Di was completely broken and it was all because of her.

As she neared Arnav, her hands trembled viciously. Hearing her, Arnav turned around. Her hands were shaking, her eyes full of tears and she was unable to look at him. Taking the tray, Arnav set it aside.

Turning away, Khushi was ready to leave, but Arnav grabbed hold of her hand. Turning to face him slowly, Arnav placed his hand on her shoulder and shook his head.

Throwing her arms around him, Khushi hugged Arnav in a manner she’d never done so before and just cried. Gripping hold of his t-shirt, she pressed herself closer, letting her tears fall. Pressing his hand into the small of her back and holding her head with the other, Arnav attempted to try and comfort Khushi.

 

“Sh… Don’t cry. There’s no need to cry.”

“Di… I’ve ruined everything for her.”

“No, no you haven’t! Don’t say that.”

 

Pulling away, Arnav held her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

 

“Shyam is scum. If not you, he would have found some other woman to pray on. One who may not have backed off the way you did when you found out he was married. It’s not your fault.”

“But he didn’t pick any other woman, it was me. If I never came into your life then he would’ve never come into mine and he’d still be happily married with Di.”

“Maybe, but Khushi, fate plays a funny game with people. We can go through all the what ifs but it’s not going to change what’s happened. It’s better this has all come to Di’s attention now. Yes, she’s hurting now, but this is the lowest she can feel. From this point onwards, she can only go up.”

 

Nodding her head, Khushi realised that he had a point. Watching as her expressions changed, Arnav felt his mood change too. Of course he was worried about Di, how could he not be, but at the same time, it finally was starting to hit him that he was home, that he was safe. Whilst he had been kidnapped and locked away, the one thing that kept him going was knowing that when he got home, things would be different between him and Khushi, that things would be better between them. That finally, despite everything that had happened between them, they could finally come together.

Replaying what had happened and what had almost happened between them that night in the hut, it was evident that Khushi wanted him as much as he wanted her. Now they were home, safe, no one was after them, he wasn’t going to let this moment slide.

Moving towards her, Khushi realised that his mood had shifted. She stepped back. Every step he took closer to her, she took another step back until her back hit the wall behind her.

 

“Arnav ji…”

“I think it’s finally time to take our marriage to the next level, don’t you?”

“But Di…”

 

Moving closer to her, he placed one hand on her waist and with the other, pushed her hair off her shoulder. Arnav watched as Khushi’s chest rose and fell rapidly, as the pace of her breathing increased. Moving in, he pressed a kiss on her neck, just as he had done in the hut that night. He moved from her neck back up to her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and then inched closer to her lips. Eyes closed, her saw the anticipation on her face, she wanted him, she wanted to take things further too.

He moved closer, his breath fanning her face, but just as their lips were about to touch, Arnav lifted Khushi off her feet, causing her eyes to fly open. Her eyes looked into his questioningly, not understanding why he stopped. He carried her over to the bed before putting her down and coming over her. He placed his hand back on her waist, the other by her side on the bed as he moved into her, slanting his face ever so slightly so that he could take her lips between his.

He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, he couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. But he wasn’t going to back down. He almost lost his Khushi, brought her back from the brink of death, he was going to make her his tonight. With this new found determination, Arnav moved in, taking her lips between his, pressing his body into hers. For a moment, her lips didn’t move against his, but soon she too melted into the kiss. Her lips were inexperienced, she fumbled slightly, trying to meet his every caress. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Khushi pulled Arnav closer to herself. Arnav’s hand moved from the bed onto the side of her body, touching the side of her body. Khushi felt herself go breathless, feeling his hand on her like that. His hand moved slightly, over her completely and he squeezed her gently. Gasping at the sudden bold action from him, Khushi broke the kiss, her eyes wide.

 

“Arnav ji…”

 

Pulling back slightly, Arnav looked into Khushi’s eyes. She looked confused, nervous, flustered… Maybe she wasn’t ready for this. Pulling away, Arnav sat up and then got off the bed. Khushi too sat up.

 

“It’s okay, if you’re not ready, there’s no pressure. I’ll wait until you are ready.”

 

Turning around, Arnav was ready to make his way over to the recliner when Khushi grabbed hold of his hand to stop him. Slowly, Arnav turned around.

 

“Khushi…”

 

Looking down, Khushi blushed.

 

“I… I want… I want to… I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? If you’re not, really, it’s fine.”

“I am ready.”

 

He sat back down on the bed and Khushi shuffled closer to him. Cupping her face, Arnav moved back in and kissed Khushi. This time, she was ready and started kissing him back as soon as their lips touched. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into herself as she lay back, pulling him over herself. Arnav placed his hands back onto her body, feeling her curves.

Finding the bottom of his jumper, Khushi let her hands go under, but to her distaste, instead of finding his skin, she found another layer of clothes. Breaking the kiss and pushing him back, Khushi sat up. Her cheeks were bright red, but she proceeded to pulling his jumper off. Then she began to unbutton the buttons of his shirt, placing kisses down his chest as more and more skin got exposed. When all the buttons were off, Khushi pushed the shirt off of him. She took in his wide chest, the little curls of black hair on his chest, his strong arms.

 

“My turn.”

 

Slowly he began to push her dupatta away. He took in her chest, still covered, but he watched as her chest rose and fell. Reaching back, he slowly pulled at the dori of her kameez. Once the dori was off, he moved back slightly and found the hem of her kameez and pulled it off. Well tried to pull it off. Arnav forgot to take the zip off and now the kameez was stuck around Khushi’s chest.

 

“Wait wait.”

 

Laughing, Khushi pulled the kameez back down, unzipped herself and then pulled it off again. Leaning in, she moved toward Arnav who met her more than halfway, taking her lips between his once more. Pushing her back against the pillows, Arnav lay Khushi down and moved over her. His hands fell to her shelwar and he pulled at the strings before pushing her shelwar away. Once they were off, Khushi pushed her thighs together, trying to suppress the feeling that was brewing within her.

He caressed her exposed skin, his touch light, letting her get accustomed to the feel of his hand on her body. His touch made her breathless but left her wanting more.

 

“Ah… Arnav…”

 

He pushed a finger gently into her, causing her to moan out involuntarily. He pumped his finger in her, building up the pressure, all the while kissing her face and neck frantically. And then all of a sudden he stopped. Khushi’s eyes opened slightly. Why did he stop?

 

“I want you naked.”

“I am…”

 

He shook his hand and reached back to unclip her bra. Again it took a bit of fumbling but he got it. Pushing the straps down slowly, he waited patiently. It felt like he was unwrapping a gift, savouring the moment until he actually saw what was within. As he pulled the material away, one perky breast revealed itself to him, and then the other. Khushi attempted to raise her arms to cover herself, but Arnav was faster than her. He lowered himself over one pebbled nipple and took it between his lips. Back arching off the bed, Khushi couldn’t believe the sensations that she was feeling. Lacing her fingers into his hair, Khushi pulled Arnav closer to herself. He licked at the hard nipple, flicked at it with his tongue, grazed it with his teeth lightly… One hand massaged the other breast while the other pulled her panties away. Khushi was so distracted, she didn’t even realise when he discarded her panties.

 

Pulling back, Arnav pulled his own trousers away, along with his boxers. Khushi’s eyes opened slightly, but when she saw his length, her eyes widened.

 

“Like what you see?”

 

His voice was husky and low, seductive, sexy… Biting her lip, Khushi looked away, pushing her thighs together. He was so… So big… He wouldn’t fit… This caused Khushi to become slightly nervous. What if he didn’t fit, what if it didn’t work…

Arnav could see the tension in Khushi’s face. Pressing a kiss onto her face, he told her that if she didn’t want to, it was still okay. They could still cool off now.

 

“Woh… You… I… I don’t think… You’ll fit.”

 

He looked at her, her nervous face. He took in her body, the fact that she was completely bare before him, waiting for him. He leaned in, whispered in her ear.

 

“I think I’ll fit perfectly.”

 

Feeling her cheeks go bright red, Khushi shut her eyes as Arnav used his leg to push her legs apart. He settled between her legs, his lips on her neck as he placed little kisses there.

 

“It’ll hurt a bit, but I promise this is the last time I’ll ever hurt you again.”

 

He wanted to kiss her down there, touch her, make her feel other things. But right now they both craved intimacy, both needed to become one.
Bracing himself, he pushed himself in slightly. Khushi clenched her eyes shut, her arms tight around him.

 

“I love you Khushi.”

“I love you.. AH.”

 

Before she could finish, he’d pushed himself all the way in, breaking her barrier. He held still, stroking her body.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

He felt a little nod and looked at her face. Tears threatened to escape from under the closed eyelids. He felt her body adjust around him, and he felt her ease up slightly. When he felt her body was ready and well adjusted to him, he braced himself and slowly began to move within her. Pulling back slightly and then pushing all the way back in. He felt Khushi grip his forearms. Taking hold of her leg, he placed it around his waist and Khushi gasped as she felt him slide deeper into her.

As the pain starter to subside, Khushi began to enjoy what was happening. Her grip on him tightened, and she attempted to move her body in time with his, rolling her hips in time with his each thrust. A moderate pace had been set and both were really starting to get the hang of it.

Arnav opened his eyes to find Khushi’s shut tight. She was biting her lip, trying to stifle her moans.

 

“Look at me.”

 

He wasn’t asking, he was demanding. Khushi’s eyes fluttered open momentarily, but with the next thrust, her eyes were shut once more. Grabbing hold of her hips, Arnav moved a little faster, pushed a little harder, causing Khushi to moan out. The pressure between her hips was intensifying and she felt her insides coil violently.

 

“Arnav…”

“It’s okay, don’t resist.”

 

Nodding, Khushi let go of anything she may have been holding back and soon enough she felt herself go tumbling into oblivion. Moments later, Arnav was done too and he collapsed on top of her. He held still for a moment, not moving, and Khushi wrapped her arms around him, holding the spent Arnav close. When the aftershocks stopped rippling through his body, Arnav slowly peeled himself away and lay beside Khushi. Pulling her into his arms, he reached out for the bedsheets and covered them. His hand on Khushi’s face, he asked if she was okay. Pressing her face into his chest, Khushi nodded. She was okay, more than okay. She was spectacular!

As they felt sleep threaten to take over their bodies, Arnav placed a kiss on Khushi’s forehead.

 

“I love you Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.”

“I love you too.”

 

After months of misunderstanding and deceit, things had finally been cleared up and they were ready to begin a new chapter of their lives. Khushi snuggled close to Arnav, the way she had wanted to do for the longest time, and let sleep consume her body and he did the same.

 

Finally, they were at peace.

 

*****

 

Author’s note:

This was one of the few OS’ that I had exported and saved onto wordpress. Though I am not entirely comfortable posting this content, I feel to just post it because I know a lot of you guys do like this content and I want to get some content out to you at least. 

Why Maan’s memory loss track was a huge mistake

In Indian television shows, we witness a lot of characters losing their memory, and pretty much every single time, their memory comes back. One character who lost his memory was Maan in Geet Hui Sabse Paraayi. But unlike most characters, he didn’t get his memory back.

Allow me to explain why this has bothered me so much.

 

To begin with, let’s talk about why this track was ill timed and completely unnecessary in the first place. Memory loss tracks usually come along after couples have finally come together after facing a number of trials and tribulations, and this was the case in Geet too. However, the specific point where they chose to implement the memory loss was unnecessary and ill timed. This is because the drama level was already high because of the antics of Maan’s mother and they could’ve played with that track some more or just concluded it gracefully and then move into the next plot.

So that’s my first issue. The memory loss was introduced at a time when it wasn’t needed. They rushed the end of Maan’s mothers track because they launched into the memory loss. What they should’ve done was really pick at Maan’s mothers story, shown Dev really pulling his crap together to support his brother against his mother. Though they started doing that, it was a diluted attempt which was later rushed because of the memory loss track.

If they really wanted to play with a memory loss track, they should’ve waited until they fully developed Maan’s mothers track or until it had concluded. Instead it felt like that track had to be concluded because they had already started with the memory loss. It just felt like they dropped one story because they came up with something else.

 

My next issue and main issue is that Maan’s memory never came back. See in other shows, I don’t think it is as vital for the memory to come back as it was in this instance. Usually it’s just a case of the lead forgetting how they met their significant other and how they came together. And sure sometimes there’s a great story behind it, but in terms of how significant it is, usually it’s not that significant. Either they met and hated each other and then learnt to love each other. Or they met, fell in love and then had to fight to be together. I guess one could argue each story is significant in their own way, but I just feel the way Maan and Geet met and their backstory is far more significant than other pairs and it was far more important for Maan to remember how they came together.

Maan’s memory loss meant that he completely forgot everything related to Geet. This meant that he forgot how they met, but more importantly he forgot what she went though because of her family, because of his brother and what they went through as a couple.

If Geet was alive, it was because Maan saved her life that night in the jungle when her brother was just about to drop the sword on her. But he doesn’t remember that.

He doesn’t remember the fact that she was cheated and became pregnant, hence why her family was trying to kill her.

He forgot that he was the main reason she began to stand up for herself and that he was the catalyst to her fighting for her child and to become independent.

He forgot that he accepted her child as his own, and the heartbreak they went through when they lost their baby.

For me, it’s such a disappointment that he forgot all this because this is all so significant to their story.

They showed us that Geet explained the Balwant Singh story for him and she explained the whole Amritsar track, but she never told him about anything that happened before that, nor did he ever ask about their relationship and how it came to be.

Now I understand why they chose to do this. It was probably because if they went into all of that again, it would mean we’d have to experience Maan hating Dev again and it would be repetitive and would’ve caused more layers in the narrative that they would’ve had to deal with, but at the same time, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth knowing that Maan doesn’t remember all these significant events that happened in their relationship.

 

But for me what made it worse was not the fact that he forgot and that he never remembered, but because he only accepted her again as his wife because he kind of had to?

When the track started, he didn’t like Geet. We didn’t get to see him soften towards her because he started to fall for her as a person. We saw him soften because he saw how she was being his wife. Granted he didn’t know she was his wife to begin with, but when he was made aware, that’s when he actually started to look at her with anything other than distaste. Moving forward, he only really bought himself to accept her because he felt like he had to, because he owed her that as she stood by him.

Now while I understand his thought process, it hurts my heart a bit that he only really took her back because he felt like he had to, not because he actually fell in love with her as a person.

Overall it just felt like Maan accepted her because he felt like he had to. And that sucks because Maan fell for Geet because she’s amazing and strong. But we didn’t get to see him experience all that all over again. After the memory loss, even when he looked at her, it just didn’t haven’t the same vibe as it did before the memory loss.

 

All in all, Maan’s memory loss track just felt like an ill planned addition at the end just to extend the story. And let’s be honest, Four Lions tend to do that with all their shows. But for me, this one just really irked me because it messed up the entire original narrative. For me, Maan’s memory loss track and the way it was executed was a colossal mistake and one that either should have been planned better, or should have just been avoided. Maan’s memories were vital to their relationship and this was one case where we really needed the memory to return. 

 

*****

 

Author’s Note: 

So you guys probably saw this and though huh? What’s going on? If you’re someone who follows me on my other social media platforms, you know that I have recently watched Geet properly for the first time and I am utterly obsessed. You also probably know about how strongly I feel for Maan. This post is a summation of all my feelings about this particular track because this was something I really wanted to speak about in detail and just put out there for people to read and hopefully engage with.

So a little different to my usual content but it’s something I wanted to do.

Please so leave your thoughts and comments and if you’ve watched Geet then PLEASE also let me know how you feel. I would love to discuss this topic further because I just have so much to say about it. Also let me know how you feel about me posting such analysis posts on here.

Analysing content and just speaking about things is something I love to do and I would like to make it a regular section on my blog aside from my creative writing projects. And I would love to speak about different shows and topics that are separate to my creative writing ventures. Please let me know what you think!

That’s all for today. Thank you all for taking the time to read this and I’ll be back soon with more of my usual content.

Lots of love, hope to hear from you all again very soon! 

Rewriting and Reposting ‘He’s Amazing’

Hi guys! I hope you all are doing very well. I’m going to keep this note short and sweet and get straight to the point.

He’s Amazing is my first story that I ever wrote for Arnav and Khushi and it is extremely close to my heart for a number of different reasons. However, in recent years, whenever I read it, I find I am not satisfied with it any more. The main reason being my style of writing has changed and improved and I just don’t like the standard of what’s already there.

Due to this and the fact that I don’t actually have time to curate brand new content, I have been thinking of rewriting ‘He’s Amazing’ and posting the parts again. By doing this, it would mean that I would be able to work on the story and make sure that it is of a standard that I am happy with, but it would also mean that you guys are getting regular updates from me again.

 

What do you guys think? Would you like me to rewrite it? Would you read it again?? Please do let me know so then we can decide what to do going forward.

 

Love you all lots,

Hopefully you will hear from me again soon.

Tanzeela.

Jalebi ~ Part 40 ~ Last Part

Wrapping her arms around her husband, Khushi snuggled up to Arnav and smiled to herself.

 

“Happy second anniversary baby.”

 

It was unbelievable. Khushi still couldn’t believe that she and Arnav had already been married for two years now.

Over the last two years they had faced a number of hurdles, nothing major but just little bumps in their journey. For example, for extended periods of time, they were apart due to work. Only last month, Khushi had to go to England due to issues in her main office and Arnav couldn’t accompany her because he had to attend to business in Mumbai.
And even if they were in the same city, there were multiple times when Arnav got home so late that Khushi was already asleep, or sometimes Khushi would get home so late that Arnav was already asleep.

But they we’re grateful for the time that they did spend together and they understood the issues they had regarding timing. It was something that they had come to terms with over the years and had learnt to deal with.

Other changes that had taken place over the years was that Arnav had made Khushi co CEO of AR Designs. This meant that for any major decision that needed to be made, Khushi had an equal say in them. Initially she had straight up refused to accept his offer, but Arnav wasn’t prepared for her to say no.

Picking her phone up, the latest iPhone, gifted to her by Arnav on her birthday, Khushi checked the time and saw that it was still only half 5. Putting her phone back, Khushi pressed herself into Arnav, her body pressed into his. Taking his arm, she placed it on her waist and snuggled closer.

 

“Khushi what you playing at?”

“Are you awake baby?”

 

Turning in his arms, Khushi smiled as she took in his face.

 

“Hi.”

“Good morning. When did you wake up?”

“The first time you snuggled up to me and wished me a happy anniversary.”

 

Pushing himself up onto his arm, Arnav placed his free arm on Khushi’s waist and pressed a light kiss on her lips.

 

“Happy anniversary to you too baby.”

 

They both settled back down, holding each other close and allowed themselves to fall asleep again for another few hours.

 

*****

 

“Arnav can you please tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll see any moment now! Be patient.”

 

Rolling her eyes, Khushi sat back in her seat again and looked out of the window, trying to work out where they were headed.

After a relatively quiet morning with the family, Arnav was now taking Khushi to a secret location where they would celebrate their anniversary alone. All Khushi had been told about their little get away was that she didn’t need to pack anything at all as everything they needed would already be there.

 

“You said I’d be able to see any moment. I don’t see anything mr Raizada.”

“You’ll realise right about… Now!”

 

Turning quickly, Khushi looked out of the window. It took Khushi a moment to take in her surroundings, but soon she realised, they were at the Raizada farmhouse.

Turning back to Arnav, Khushi watched as he smirked and she too couldn’t help but smile. They had only been here once, many many years ago. But the memories of their last visit were still fresh and very much treasured by them both.

As Arnav parked the car, Khushi looked at Arnav questioningly.

Once the car was parked, Arnav got out of the car and made his way to Khushi’s side and opened the door for her.

 

“Arnav why…”

“I wanted us to go back to London, to that hotel where we expressed our love for each other and where we spent our first night together, but the room we stayed at was booked and I didn’t know if it would be the same if we stayed at another room. So I thought I’d bring you here instead. After all, this place too holds special memories for us.”

 

She knew exactly what he meant and knew he was right. This place was special. More than special.

Taking hold of Arnav’s arm, he led them into the house. The moment they stepped inside, Khushi gasped as she took in her surroundings.

 

“Happy anniversary babe.”

 

His voice was low and husky, his desire evident. But Khushi didn’t notice. She was too busy taking in all the red drapes and the big balloons and the roses scattered all around.

 

“When did you…?”

“I got Akash and Payal to do it earlier today.”

“You got my pregnant sister running chores for you?”

“She offered!”

“Of course she did Raizada.”

 

Feigning anger, Khushi turned away but Arnav realised what she was trying to do. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Arnav held her close to himself and kissed the side of her neck.

 

“Either you can stop pretending to be mad at me, or I can take you to bed and you’ll forget all about your fake anger that way.”

 

Turning in his arms, Khushi playfully slapped Arnav’s shoulder.

 

“So what arrangements do you have for us?”

“Well first I have a cake for us to cut and then for you to eat.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll eat you later for dessert, don’t you worry.”

“Arnav!”

 

Once again, Khushi slapped Arnav’s arm and he laughed.
Taking Khushi’s hand, Arnav led her over to the table where the cake was waiting for them. Khushi looked down at the little chocolate cake and smiled at it.

Picking up the knife that was sat beside the cake, Arnav put it in Khushi’s hand and then held it himself as they cut the cake together. Arnav leaned in and took a bit of the cake and fed it to Khushi. Just as she swallowed the cake, he pulled her into himself and pressed his lips between hers, kissing her deeply. He could taste the chocolate cake that she had just eaten.

As he pulled himself away, Khushi giggled and hid her face in Arnav’s chest.

 

“I love this, all of this! It’s perfect.”

 

Arnav held his wife close to himself, smiling because he knew he did a good job. As they broke their hug, Arnav picked up a big brown envelope and handed it to Khushi.

 

“What’s this?”

“It’s your present.”

 

Taking it from Arnav, Khushi looked at it highly confused. Slowly, she peeled back the flap and carefully took the papers out. Arnav watched as her eyes moved down the paper, taking the information in. Her mouth kept dropping the more she read.

 

“No way Arnav, no way in hell. I can’t…”

“You can.”

“But this isn’t you’re decision to make. Nani ji… Mama ji…”

“I held a family meeting and consulted with everyone before I made this decision, they had no objections.”

“Arnav, this is too much I can’t…”

 

Going back to the papers, Khushi couldn’t help but feel slightly stressed but overwhelmed at the same time. According to these papers, the property they were stood in, was now hers. Arnav had gifted Khushi the Raizada farmhouse.

 

“Arnav…”

“The farmhouse was in my name before, now it’s in yours. Everything that’s mine is yours anyway so I didn’t see the issue to make this property officially yours.”

“I can’t…”

 

Taking the papers out of her hands, Arnav took Khushi’s hands into his own and pulled her towards himself.

 

“You can. I told you, I spoke to everyone and they have no objections. I know Shantivan is our family home, but in time I want to sign it over to mama ji and Akash so it’s officially their home. Whereas I want to keep the farmhouse for ourselves and Di.”

“But then Di’s name should be on the deeds too.”

“I did speak to Di about that, and she said she doesn’t feel that her name needs to be on these papers. She trusts you enough to know that there will always be a place for her in this house.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t say anything, just kiss me and let us enjoy our anniversary.”

 

Khushi wanted to argue, to explain why she couldn’t accept this gift but then she actually thought about. Arnav was right. Whether it was in his name or her name, it would be theirs. After all, Arnav and Khushi were one.

Wrapping her arms around him, Khushi kissed Arnav, bringing him closer to herself. His hands moved under the folds of her sari as he started to push the layers away, getting to her skin. Khushi too let her hands move under his shirt, feeling his toned back.

Breaking the kiss, Arnav lifted Khushi into his arms. Squealing, Khushi held onto Arnav as he properly gripped onto her and slowly made his way up the stairs. Tucking her head into his chest, Khushi smiled and she recalled the last time they had been upstairs in this house. They’d spent the night together and then had a steamy shower together at ungodly hours. But Arnav didn’t take them to his bedroom, he carried on, taking them both up to the terrace.

 

“Arnav…”

“You didn’t think I was taking you to the bedroom were you? I mean I will take you there, but only after we recreate our last encounter that we had up here.”

 

Biting her lip lightly, Khushi hid her face back in his chest as she slowly made his way over to the canopied area and sat Khushi down on top of the silk sheets. He moved back in, slowly beginning to unravel her sari and letting it fall down beside them.

The act of undressing Khushi wasn’t as smooth as Arnav wanted it to be and he needed her help to take the pins out, but soon enough, Arnav was left with a semi undressed Khushi. She slipped out of her underskirt and then let Arnav take her blouse off.

Moving back slightly, he took Khushi in, sat there under the fairy lights in nothing but her satin underwear. He loved it when she wore black lingerie, it made her milky skin look absolutely pearly.

Stripping out of his own clothes, he watched Khushi and he put each item of clothing aside. When he had taken even item of clothing off except his boxers, he watched as Khushi’s eyes moved over his body and he smirked seeing her bite her lip.

Leaning in, Khushi captured Arnav’s lips between her own and she moved into him, resting her hand on his thigh while he gripped hold of her waist.

Getting a good hold of her, Arnav lay Khushi down against the silky sheets, his hand roamed over her body, feeling her exposed skin, nearing the waistband of her pants to remove them. Khushi broke their kiss and pushed Arnav off of herself.

 

“Hey…”

“Wait wait! I need to give you you’re present!”

“I can wait…”

 

Arnav was ready to move back in, to resume what they were doing, but Khushi shook her head and pushed herself off of the floor and grabbed hold of a blanket. Wrapping it around herself, she got to her feet.

 

“Give me in minute!”

 

Arnav was ready to protest but Khushi was already halfway down the stairs. Laying back, Arnav looked at the top of the canopy, waiting for Khushi to return.

She came back a few moments later, her handbag in her hand. Still holding onto the blanket, she kneeled down next to Arnav and opened up her bag and fished out a large brown envelope.

Smiling, Khushi handed over the envelope, pressing a kiss on his cheek at the same time.

 

“Happy anniversary baby.”

 

Taking the envelope, Arnav looked at it.

 

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

 

Slowly opening the envelope, Arnav pulled out the file that was waiting for him within. It was a file with the Khushiyan branding on it.

Looking up, he looked at Khushi was confusion in his eyes before slowly opening the file.

He skimmed through the first page and then quickly flicked to the next, and then the next.

 

“Khushi…”

 

She’d signed over 51% of Khushiyan.

 

“Khushi…”

“You can’t say anything. You made me co CEO of AR and the owner of this house. The least I can do is…”

“But Khushi…

 

Taking the papers out of his hand, Khushi set it aside on the little patio that was beside them. Dropping the blanket that she was using to cover herself, Khushi slowly made her way into Arnav’s lap. Settling herself into his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a light kiss on his lips. Arnav placed his hands on either sides of Khushi’s breasts, giving them a slight squeeze.

 

“I’ve not done this as a return for what you’ve given me, I’ve done it for my own reasons. A few months back, you said you wanted us to start our family, and I said I wasn’t ready for that yet. Well…”

 

Blushing, Khushi bit her lip as she slowly took Arnav’s hand and held it in her own.

 

“I… I’m ready for us to start our family now.”

“You are?!”

 

Hiding her face in Arnav’s chest, Khushi nodded shyly.

 

“I’m ready for us to start trying for our baby. And if I do fall pregnant, then I don’t want to have to be worrying about the business, or looking for someone to step in and take my place for me. And when we are blessed with a baby, I want to give all my attention to the baby, I don’t want to have to be worrying about needing to get back to work.”

“I get all that, but 51%?”

“If I left it as 50/50, then whenever you need to make decisions, you’d need to consult with me. This way, you won’t have to bother me.”

 

Arnav took in all the information that she was providing him with and thought about it all. She had a point and it was all making sense.

 

“Again, this is something else we can forget about today. Now, we should make the most of our anniversary.”

 

She was right, but Arnav knew there was no point discussing this at a later date. Khushi was exactly like him, once she had decided on something, nothing would make her change her mind after that.

Taking hold of Khushi once more, Arnav slowly lay her back down on the sheet and moved over her, his hand on her waist as he kissed her once more. He touched her over her underwear, getting a good feel of her before attempting to take her underwear off. It came off in one go and Arnav pulled it away and threw it aside.

Moving down her body, he trailed a line of kisses down her neck all the way down to her bellybutton. Khushi arched back, holding onto him a little tighter. He dropped his hand back down to her thigh and then let it slowly make its way to her inner thigh. He let himself carry on, feeling her shiver under his touch. Khushi held him closer, her nails biting into his skin as she pressed her face into his shoulder, her arms around him tight.

 

“Arnav…”

 

Her moaning his name was the undoing of his patience. Pulling away, he stripped her of her underwear and pulled away his boxers.

It was over two year ago when they had first made love, but to this day, every time they did it, it still felt like the first time. The feelings they felt, the way their bodies reacted… It always felt like the first time.

As they came together as one, Arnav and Khushi both sighed, the satisfaction of being joined so intimately taking over all other feelings. This was all that mattered. Them, their love, their being one… All of that mattered far more than wealth and their businesses.

 

Once they were hardheaded business people, concerned only about success. Now all they needed was love. Love and to be together.

 

~ The End ~

Jalebi ~ Part 39

Arnav and Khushi rushed around their bedroom as they made sure that they had all their things together.

 

“Come on Khushi, we have to be there in half an hour otherwise it’s going to mess up our air-plan.”

“I’m ready I’m ready, let me just check I put my bag of necessities in my bag.”

 

Rolling his eyes, Arnav stood by the door and waited for Khushi.

 

“Okay it’s there. I’m ready to go.”

 

Hari Prakash and Om Prakash came and grabbed hold of the luggage and followed Arnav and Khushi down the stairs. Getting into the hall, Arnav looked around.

 

“Where are Akash and Payal?”

 

Looking around too, Khushi spotted Payal and Akash’s bags by the door.

 

“We’re here bhai.”

 

Rushing down the stairs, Akash apologised as he came and stood by Arnav.

 

“Payal couldn’t remember if she packed our wardrobe key. So we had to go back and check.”

“Listen bro, I’m already sharing my honeymoon with you, don’t make me regret it.”

 

Laughing, both sets of Mr and Mrs Raizada made their way down to the car. Once they were all settled and all the luggage was in the car, they were off for the air field where the private jet was waiting for them.

Payal gasped as her eyes fell on the jet.

 

“Bhai, this is your jet?”

“Yep.”

“Wow! This thing is amazing.”

 

Placing her hand proudly in her husbands Khushi beamed up at him before replying to Payal.

 

“The outside is impressive, but wait till you see what it’s like inside.”

 

As the cabin crew took the bags away from the couples and loaded them into the jet, Arnav led Payal and Akash into the jet and gave them a quick tour. He explained how they’d have to sit in the proper seats during take off and landing, but after that they were free to move as they wish around the jet.

 

“Bhai you and Khushi Bhabi can have the bedroom section of the jet.”

“I wasn’t planning on giving you the bedroom but thanks for offering it up.”

 

When directed by the crew and the captain, the Raizada couples took their seats. Khushi laced her fingers into Arnav’s as the jet prepared for take off. She didn’t have an issue with flying, but there was something about everything that was happening that made her feel oh so nervous. Maybe it was the fact that she knew she was married and was about to go on her honeymoon, or maybe it was because she knew how much her life had changed, but something made her feel on edge.

Arnav locked Khushi’s fingers with his and then let their hands rest on his lap.

Payal squealed as the jet took off and Akash chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her.

As the plane stabilised and the cabin crew let them know that it was safe to come off their seats, all four made their way into the living area of the jet and took a seat. Arnav and Khushi sat together on one side, whereas Payal and Akash sat opposite them on the other.

Picking up the remote, Akash flicked through the channels before settling on a film. Payal cuddled up with him and placed a blanket over them.

 

Arnav turned to his side to find Khushi staring at the tv too. Leaning towards her, he whispered, “do you want to stay here and watch a film with these two or should we take things into the bedroom?”

 

Blushing, Khushi looked to Payal and Akash, who were completely absorbed by the film and then turned her attention back to Arnav. Locking her hands in his, she gestured towards the bedroom area with her eyes. Holding her hand tightly, Arnav got to his feet and pulled Khushi up with him.

 

“We’re going to go to the bedroom. See you guys before we land.”

 

And with that, Arnav pulled Khushi into the bedroom area. Looking around, Khushi found the bedroom area to look exactly the way it had done so the last time she had been in here. Turning her attention to the bed, she smiled as she recalled how she and Arnav had fallen asleep together. That had been first time they had shared a bed.

Pulling Khushi into his arms, Arnav placed his hand on her lower back, and used the other to push away stray hairs. Khushi wrapped her arms around Arnav’s neck and moved closer to him.

 

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

 

Cupping her face, Arnav leaned in and pressed his lips between Khushi’s, coaxing her lips apart gently. Patting her lips, Khushi gave Arnav the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Moving his hands round to the back of her neck, Arnav pulled her back ever so slightly, causing her lips to part further. Running his hands down her body, he let them come to rest on her waist, and he pulled her closer still, making her hips touch his. Khushi placed one hand on the side of his neck and the other slipped under his shirt, touching the planes of his muscular back. She too slipped her tongue in between his lips, meeting his halfway.

As their kiss intensified, Arnav pulled Khushi even closer to himself to the point where there was absolutely no space between them. He moved his body against Khushi’s, pressing his groin against her pelvis.

As they came up for air, Khushi looked into Arnav’s almost midnight black eyes. Lifting Khushi up in one swift motion, Arnav placed her down on the bed and then pulled back so he could strip himself of his own clothes. Khushi’s eyes widened as he took his clothes off.

 

“Take your clothes off too.”

“But jiji and jijaji?”

“We’re on honeymoon. Who cares if they know what we’re doing while they’re in the next room.”

“But…”

 

Climbing onto the bed, Arnav silenced her with a kiss as he started fumbling with her clothes. To begin with, Khushi was apprehensive, but soon melted into the moment and allowed Arnav to undress her while she pushed away at his clothes.

Once all her clothes were off, Arnav lay Khushi back in the bed while he walked over to where he’d had his hand luggage put and opened it up. Khushi lifted her head and watched as he rummaged around in his bag. After a moment or two, he found what he was looking for, opened the box, took out whatever it was that he was looking for and then closed his bag up again.

As he came back to Khushi, she noticed what he was holding and smiled. Moving back over her, he placed a light kiss on her lips before covering her body with his own….

 

*****

 

Sitting close together with their arms around each other, Payal and Akash enjoyed the films that the jet had to offer. Payal rested her hand on Akash’s knee and looked up at him.

 

“Babe.”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

 

Turning his attention to Payal, he looked down at her face and smiled. How had he not accepted her whole heartedly from the start? How had he been so fixated on Khushi and revenge that he’d almost neglected the amazing woman in his arms. Turning the tv off, Akash placed his finger under Payal’s chin and tipped her head up.

 

“I love you too.”

 

They moved in towards each other, their lips inches apart. But a loud moan made them jerk apart.

 

“What on…”

 

“Arnavv…”

 

The moaning subsided, and was replaced with other noises.

Payal and Akash looked at each other with wide eyes before Payal looked away blushing.

 

“Are they really…”

 

Payal hid her face in Akash’s jacket. The thought of her little sister doing what she was doing in the next room was something Payal wasn’t entirely comfortable with. And it was worse that Akash had to hear it too.

 

“Sounds like they’re having a good time.”

“Akaaaash! Can you not.”

 

Laughing, Akash pulled Payal into his arms and held her close. This was going to be a good couple of days, he could feel it.

 

*****

 

Lying spent, Khushi curled up into Arnav’s side, her face buried in his chest. He ran his hand along her arm, making her shiver ever so slightly at the sensation.

 

“Did you ever think we’d make love in the sky?”

 

Arnav smiled as he felt Khushi shake her head. He stretched his limbs out while Khushi snuggled up closer, feeling sleep start to take over her body.

 

“Go to sleep for a while, I’ll set an alarm so we wake up an hour or so before we have to prepare to land.”

Almost as soon as the words had left Arnav’s lips, Khushi was fast asleep. Tucking her in properly and making sure she was comfortable, Arnav swung his legs out of the bed and pulled his trousers back on before making his way over to his laptop bag and pulling out his laptop.

After briefly checking over all this emails and responding to all that that needed his attention, he switched the laptop off again and stowed it away. Pulling his trousers back off, Arnav got back into bed and pulled Khushi into himself. This was how things should always be, this was the good life.

 

*****

 

As the plane prepared to land, Khushi cuddled up to Arnav in her seat. After getting intimate, Khushi needed to be close to Arnav. He too understood this need for intimacy and wrapped his arm around Khushi and held her close to himself.

The jet landed and both couples prepared to get off and get their honeymoons started.

As both couples got off the jet, they were met with a gust of hot air. For someone like Khushi who had spent most of her life in England where the hottest it ever really got was about 30°c, the temperature in Dubai was a bit too much. She flapped her hands around her face, trying to cool herself down.

 

“Babe you okay?”

“I’m fine but it’s so hot! I’m sure it wasn’t this hot the last time we came.”

“It was a little cooler but it was roughly like this.”

 

Khushi wasn’t the only one that was struggling with the heat, Akash and Payal too found it very hot. But they weren’t about to let that that have a negative impact on their holiday.

 

*****

 

As their car pulled up at Grosvenor House, both couples looked up at the building in awe. This hotel was just another tall building, but the design of it was stunning, really something to be looked at.

Taking the lead, Arnav took Khushi’s arm and led them all into the hotel and got them booked in. To Arnav’s pleasure, he and Khushi had been placed on a completely different floor to Payal and Akash.

He hadn’t done this entirely intentionally, but he hadn’t wanted them to be right near them either. Once both couple were fully checked in, they made their way over to the lift and pressed the bottoms of their respective floors.

Payal scooted over to where Khushi was stood and spoke quietly.

 

“Make sure you guys keep it down when you get busy, don’t want the neighbours to hear.”

 

Eyes wide, Khushi head snapped back slightly as she looked at Payal.

 

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, keep it down! Me and Akash could hear you really clearly on the flight.”

“No!”

“Yup!”

 

Burying her hands in her face, Khushi felt her face go completely red with embracement.
When the lift pinged, Akash and Payal got out first, leaving and Arnav and khushi by themselves. The moment the doors closed, Arnav moved over to Khushi, covering her from the view of anyone else who may have got in.

 

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

 

Placing one hand on her waist and another on the wall behind her, Arnav leaned in and pressed his lips against Khushi’s for a slow and drawn out kiss.

 

“So we’re officially on honeymoon.”

“Finally!”

 

*****

 

Three days later when Arnav and Khushi finally arrived at their tree house in Chewton Glen, they couldn’t help but take in the difference. Dubai has been blisteringly hot, but here in England, there was a chilling breeze. In Dubai they had been surrounded by glamorous tall buildings, here, all that was around them were tonnes and tonnes of trees and the next tree house was miles away.

Once inside the tree-house, they both took in everything around them, enjoying the little touches that had been made when decorating the place.

 

“Okay, is it bad that I actually prefer this place to the hotel in Dubai?”

“No. This place is great!”

 

After exploring the storehouse a little, Arnav found Khushi in the little kitchen area making some tea. Wrapping his arms around her, he stood close to her, pressing kisses on her neck.

 

“Arnav… Tea…”

“It’s been hours, let’s go to bed.”

 

She knew exactly what he meant, and knew he didn’t want to sleep. Blushing, Khushi turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips between his as she gave him a playful kiss.

 

“What do you want to do in bed?”

He raised his eyebrow before leaning in toward her ear.

“How about I show you?”

 

His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down Khushi’s spine. His intention were clear as day and she had no objections towards them.

Taking his hand, Khushi led the way as she made her way towards the bedroom area, her tea lay completely forgotten…

 

*****

 

“Khushi have you seen outside! It’s snowing!”

“Yes, I’ve seen the snow!”

 

Looking out over the forest, Arnav took in all the snow and how beautiful it looked outside.

 

“How are you so calm? Look at how amazing it looks.”

 

Walking over to the large window, Khushi sighed as she took in the snow.

 

“Arnav, I’ve spent years of my life in this country, I’ve seen snow plenty of times. And yeah it looks pretty, but now we can’t go into the hot tub like we planned.”

 

Arnav’s attention shifted to the little hot tub that was out on the balcony. It had snow all over the cover on the top.

 

“We can still go in, the water will be hot and I know how to warm you up any way.”

 

Khushi wasn’t even slightly shocked or taken aback by his suggestive comment. Since they’d been here the last couple of days, his bold statements came out constantly. And his statements were also constantly being backed up. Even Khushi had a sex drive, but Arnav’s was something else altogether. He constantly wanted it. But she couldn’t complain, she was enjoying it too.

Playfully slapping his shoulder, Khushi walked away.

 

*****

 

It was a little later the same evening and the snow was still falling. Arnav had gotten a fire roaring in the fireplace and was sat on the faux fur rug, looking into the fire.
Khushi came and sat down beside him, placing her hand on his thigh.

 

“Hi.”

 

He smiled as he turned his attention to her. She’d had a shower and so her hair was still wet. And instead of wearing her own clothes, she’d opted to wear one of Arnav’s t-shirts and seemed to have forgotten to put some pants on.

 

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I was hoping you could warm me up. You know, the way you wanted to earlier on.”

 

Arnav smirked as he pulled off his own t-shirt and pushed her down onto the rug.

 

“Arnav! I didn’t mean right here!”

“Why not right here?”

“Because…”

 

But her argument was forgotten about as he slid his hand under her shirt and squeezed her lightly, all the while kissing her neck. He let his hand trail down her body and came to rest on her inner thighs.

Shuddering at the feel of his hand on her, Khushi held onto him tighter, kissing him more intensely. Wrapping a leg around his waist, Khushi moved her body against Arnav’s, the wait to become one was starting to kill her.

Pulling off her shirt and pulling off his own clothes, lowered Khushi back onto the floor and slowly let himself touch her. The way her body reacted, one would think he inserted a live wire into her.

A fine layer of sweat lay on Khushi’s skin. The heat from the fireplace, the warmth from the rug and the intensity of Arnav’s actions were causing to make Khushi feel as though her entire body was on fire.

 

“Arnav… Bed…”

 

He was well aware of what she meant and what she wanted, but he knew neither of them would actually be able to move now.

Stripping himself of the last of his clothes, Arnav caressed Khushi’s body and checked one last time to make sure she really was ready for him. She was.

 

“Are you ready?”

 

Wrapping her arms around his more tightly, Khushi’s eyes fluttered open as she gave a little nod.
Arnav lowered himself over Khushi and kissed her slowly as their bodies joined in the most intimate manner, Khushi let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they carried on kissing.

As the act of love and passion took place, all either of them could think was that this was how their life was meant to be, how it was meant to be spent. Wrapped together so they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other started.

This was how life was and how it should forever remain.

 

*****

 

Author’s Note:

So I just realised that I had finished writing these chapters years ago and though I don’t like them as much as I did at the time, I have decided to just post them so that the story is complete for you guys.

I will be uploading the last part of the story within the next few weeks. 

My extended absence

Hi all, hope you all are doing very well. It feels so strange to be jumping on here to post anything because I’ve been away for so long.

I wish I was returning with better news but I’m afraid I don’t have pleasant news. This is just a message to say that I will be away from here until further notice. I don’t know how many of you follow me over on twitter, but if you do and have been keeping up with my life then you know that in September I went back to university to do my  masters and that is what I am currently doing. All of you on here have always been supportive and understanding about my education and career so I’m not going to insult you or waste your time going on about how important this year is and how that is my priority.

However, I had been working on new chapters of my story, but towards the beginning of last month, my laptop died and I lost all my work. I could have paid to get them to repair my laptop just enough so that I could get my data off it, but I did not feel that it would be worth it for me to do, so all the work that I had been working on is now gone.

So all in all, I have no new content and as you guys know from before hand, I had been struggling with motivation to write any way so I cannot see myself recreating any of my lost work any time soon.

I am so sorry for not being here for all of you who have been so supportive and have patiently awaited my return. But I know you all understand what’s been going on.

Thank you for all the love you guys have been giving me over the years and I promise you I will be back one day. I don’t know when that will be, but I will return at some point to finish all my stories and potentially put out new content.

 

Thank you again,

I love you all,

See you all again very, very soon.

Tanzeela

Tan, where you at?

Hey guys! How are you all? It’s been a hot while since I’ve even checked my blog.

 

So to keep this short and sweet, I’ll just straight to the point. I am currently very behind on updates and am completely unmotivated to write. Some of you may know, some may not, but I’m no longer in education and now have a full time job. Having a job means a lot of my time gets taken up in front of a screen, dealing with writing, so when I do have time, the last thing on my mind is writing.

At the moment, it’s currently the “busy season” at work, so I’m super busy, but I should have more free time again soon and I hope to start writing again then.

Another issue is I am highly dissatisfied with my content at the moment, especially my IPK content. If any of my IPK readers have had a look at my IB content, you will see there is a vast difference in the way I am writing on Shivika and the way I’m writing on Arhi. My content for IB tends to be limited to 2 shots, but they’re often very long. I feel I prefer writing like this as I feel I’m getting out more quality content then the way I write for Arhi. Taking this into account, I have decided that once I end my ongoing FFs for Arhi, I will be changing my style, and will follow a similar style that I am using for my IB content.

Basically, for now I am taking some time out, but I will be back soon with regular content but maybe in a new an improved style. It’s all undecided at this point, but I feel I need a break to decide which direction I want to go in order to take my projects further.

 

I feel this has been extremely rambly and I don’t know how much sense I have actually made, but please do bare with me guys. I just need time to get my life in order before I can start working on content again. Until then, please do enjoy what’s already out, please be following and have email notifications on so when I do return, you guys won’t miss anything I have to post!

Hope to see you all again very soon,

Tanzeela x

Unwanted ~ Part 40

Arnav

As we stood in front of the door of Shantivan, I felt Arushi’s hand tighten in mine. I looked down at my little girl, he looked as pale as a sheet.

I knelt down before her and took her little hands in mine.

 

“What’s the matter Aaru?”

 

I called her Aaru and Khushi called her Ari. Arushi loved both names and found it highly amusing when me and Khushi pretended to fight over her name. Now though, me calling her Aaru didn’t bring a bright smile to her face.

 

“What’s wrong?”

“Scary.”

 

She was only little and wasn’t too good at expressing her feelings but I knew what she meant. Shantivan was a huge house and I think the size of the house as well as the impact of what was happening really got to her. All her life she had lived a certain way and now all of a sudden, everything was changing. I turned to Khushi, she would be able to deal with this better than I would.

 

“Don’t be scared Ari. There’s nothing to be worried of. This is our home! Inside you have lots of family members just waiting to meet you.”

“Yes lots and lots of family members. You have a badi naani and dada and dadu and chachu, bua and maasi… And your cousins! Remember I told you about Shalini and Akshay?”

 

Her little eyes widened hearing Shalini and Akshay’s names. The idea of having other children in the house was something she seemed most excited about when Khushi and I had spoken to Arushi about coming home.

Standing up to my full height again, I took Arushi’s little hand in my own as we stood in front of the door. I rang the doorbell and we waited for someone to come and open the door.

Just as I could hear someone on the other side, Khushi’s phone rang.

 

“It’s Raj, let me quickly speak to him and then I’ll be inside.”

 

I nodded and she took the call as me and Arushi waited for the door to be opened. We waited patiently and I could feel the tension building within me. What was taking them so long? Why weren’t they just opening the door?

Finally, Hari Prakash opened the door. He let us in but I could tell he was baffled to see Arushi with me, trying to work out who she was. I hadn’t told anyone about finding Khushi and Arushi yet. Me and Khushi had discussed it, but in the end, we realised it was better we didn’t tel anyone at home because then there would’ve been the pressure from them for us to go home. Plus if they knew I was bringing Khushi back, they would’ve gone into a weird zone and I didn’t want them to make Khushi or Arushi awkward. So hoping for the best, we decided to just keep the matter to ourselves and throw the family into the deep end when we got here.

As we walked into the main part of the house, I felt Arushi’s hold on me tighten as we started seeing the other members of the family. It was tea time and everyone was sat around the table in the dining hall.

Di was the first to see me.

 

“Chote! What a pleasant surprise! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home!”

 

Di gave me a big hug and it was only after she left me go that she noticed Arushi clinging onto me.

Kneeling down to Arushi’s height, Di crooked her head to the side as she looked at my little girl.

 

“Hello? Who are you?”

“A… Ar… Arushi…”

 

Her voice was low, almost a whisper and I could tell the whole experience was getting far to overwhelming for her. I looked over my shoulder to see if Khushi was coming. If Khushi came, then perhaps Arushi would feel a little more at ease.

Coming up to full height, Di turned her attention back to me.

 

“Chote, what’s going on, who’s this little girl? Is she a family member? She looks so familiar?”

 

As I prepped myself to tell everyone, Payal came forward and knelt down in front of Arushi, taking her little hands into her own.

 

“What did you say your name was?”

“Arushi.”

 

I watched as Payal’s eyes widened, her hands slowly moving to Arushi’s cheeks.

 

“Arushi?”

 

Arushi gave a little nod before looking at me. Payal stood, tears gathering in her eyes.

 

“She’s yours and Khushi’s? She’s your child isn’t she? Is Khushi with you?”

 

I was stunned that Payal had worked it out so quickly. Lifting Arushi into my arms, I nodded in response to Payal’s questions.

 

“How did you know?”

“Khushi always loved the idea of merging her name and her husband’s name to make the name of her children. Arushi is the perfect blend of both your names. And she looks exactly like Khushi did when she was that big. I realised instantly…”

 

I watched as the fact hit home to everyone else, as they all slowly came forward around us. The doorbell rang and Payal went running for the door. Upon opening the door, I could hear Payal squealing with joy and then I heard Khushi too. Mami, Nani and Akash went running, leaving Shyam jiju and Di with me. Jiju came and stroked Arushi’s cheek, smiling at her before introducing himself as her pupa ji. I smiled as Arushi gave him her sweetest smile and offered her hand to him to shake.

As everyone came back to the main area, Khushi came and stood before me and took Arushi from my arms.

 

“Chote can you tell us what the hell is going on? You’ve been in Mumbai for months, you don’t tell us what you’ve been up to and you don’t tell us when you’re going to come back, and when you do return, you have Khushi and a child with you. What on earth is happening?”

 

I ushered everyone to sit down and they all did. Payal went to arrange for tea and snacks for me and Khushi, and I started to explain to everyone everything that had happened and how I had found Khushi and Arushi.

 

*****

 

They had a lot of questions and so much that they needed to take time to digest, but everyone came to terms with the change of events. Everyone embraced Khushi and happily welcomed her back and did their best to make Arushi comfortable. Everyone except Di…

Nani told Khushi and Arushi to take some rest, and Payal went with them up to my room. I hung back to deal with Di. I waited until everyone cleared out of the living room before getting hold of Di.

 

“Di, what’s up?”

“Nothing up, why are you asking me?”

“Because I can tell something isn’t right. Everyone seems to be so happy to see Khushi and Arushi but you… I just feel like you aren’t pleased to see them.”

“I’m just shocked, nothing else.”

“No it’s something else, I can tell. Everyone was shocked but your reaction is saying something else to me.”

 

I watched as Di composed herself.

 

“It’s just… Everyone is acting like nothing has happened. Like 6 years haven’t passed, like she didn’t just abandon you in the middle of the night…”

“Di you know why all that happened. She thought she was doing what’s best for me and Pari and Nimisha.”

“Yes but…”

“No Di. I don’t know what you’re holding against Khushi but I need you to drop it. After years, I have my entire family with me, together. I want to enjoy this. I have my wife back and I have a daughter! My own child that I made with the woman I love, and I want to get to know her better in our own house. I just want to finally start living my life. For more than six years, I have been in limbo, but the last few months, I finally feel like I have my own life back and I want to carry on feeling like that. I don’t want to be lost again.”

 

I left Di speechless, that was clear to me. I also knew there was something going on in her head but I also knew that she wouldn’t say anything. But it didn’t matter. Right now I wanted to focus on Khushi and Arushi and make sure that they were okay, they were what mattered the most right now.

Turning away from Di, I made my way up to my bedroom.

Upon entering our room, I realised there was a mini party going on. Payal, Akash and Akshay were sat with Khushi on the bed, and Shalini was sat on the floor with Arushi, showing her some books.

 

“What’s going on here?”

 

They all turned to me, smiled and then got up.

 

“Hey you guys don’t need to leave.”

“We know, but you guys need time to yourselves so.”

 

They filed out, taking Shalini with them. Arushi came to me and wrapped herself around legs.

 

“Papa when can we go home?”

“This is home beta, this is our home.”

“I miss Raj papa.”

 

I turned to Khushi who was clearly taken aback by this comment.
Khushi came over to us and peeled Arushi off of my leg.

 

“Arnav, can you give us a few moments please? I think me and Arushi need some mommy and baby time.”

 

Nodding, I left the room and shut the door behind me. Though Arushi was comfortable with me, I knew there were times when she just needed Khushi, or when only Khushi could speak to her properly.

I made my way downstairs, to go and kill some time in the living room when I saw Nimisha and Pari return home. I had forgotten about them but I realised that now was the time when I needed to speak to Nimisha.

 

“Nimi, I need to speak to you?”

 

She looked at me, surprised that I was back and that I was speaking to her so normally.

 

“Arnav… When did you… You should’ve called me and let me know, I would’ve been home when you got home.”

“It doesn’t matter. Can we go to your room and speak?”

 

She nodded as she led the way to her room. Pari had already run off, she was probably already playing with Shalini.

As Nimi and I entered her bedroom, she shut the door behind us, put down her bag and turned to me.

 

“It’s good to see you.”

 

She came in to give me a hug, but I held out my hand. That wasn’t necessary.

 

“Arnav…”

“I’m not going to beat around the bush and waste our time, I’m going to tell you the matter as it is. While I was in Mumbai, I found Khushi.”

“What?”

 

It was clear she hadn’t been expecting that.

 

“You found Khushi?”

“Yes. And she’s here too.”

“What!”

 

Whatever was going on in Nimisha’s head, this hadn’t been something she had been prepared for.

 

“And not just Khushi, we have a daughter too. Who’s also here. So, I just thought you should know.”

 

Eyes wide, Nimisha looked at me, her face becoming paler as seconds passed. Her games had lasted long enough. I was done with them. She had always known what importance she had in my life, and now she should definitely now what I want and what I don’t. Though I didn’t explicitly tell her to leave, I hoped she knew that I wanted her to leave now. I knew Pari wasn’t mine, and she wasn’t my wife. Before it was different, but now with Khushi and Arushi here, I needed Nimisha out. I just needed to start living a normal life again with my family.

Valentine’s Day

 

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“Shivaay, what are we doing tomorrow?”
“What’s tomorrow?”

 

Placing her hands on her hips, Annika raised her eyebrow, cocking her head to the side as she waited for Shivaay to work out what tomorrow was.

While waiting, it was clear to Annika that Shivaay wasn’t going to work it out himself, so she decided to just put it out there.

 

“It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“So?”

“So… What are we doing?”

“Why would we do anything?”

“Because it’s our first Valentine’s Day!”

“It’s actually our third.”

 

Letting out a sigh, Annika rolled her eyes.

 

“First year, we were still finding our feet in our relationship, so when did Valentines come and go, I have no idea. Last year, we had plans but then you had to shoot me. So this year it’s our first Valentines that we can actually celebrate together.”

 

Looking up, Shivaay smiled and got to his feet. Crossing their bedroom, he came to stand in front of Annika and wrapped his arms around her waist.

 

“We’re married, married couples don’t need Valentine’s Day. Every day is Valentine’s Day for us.”

 

Pushing his hands off her waist, Annika folded her arms.

 

“What kind of logic is that? So just because we are married, romance is dead?”

“Who said anything about romance being dead? I just said we don’t need Valentine’s Day.”

 

Wrapping his arms around her again, Shivaay brought his face close to hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

 

“No one cares about Valentine’s Day, it’s all about Valentines NIGHT. And what happens on Valentine’s night for other couples happens between us every night.”

 

Eyes widening, Annika felt herself flush as she looked up at him, taking in his smirk.

 

“Badtameez.”

 

Giving her a light kiss on the head, Shivaay let Annika go and went back to his laptop.

 

“Shivaaaaaay.”

“What?”

“What are we doing?”

“Nothing.”

 

Folding her arms, Annika approached him.

 

“But Rudy and Bhavya are going out, so are Om and Gauri…”

“So…”

“Shivaay!”

 

Looking up, Shivaay smirked at his pouting wife and went back to his work, pretending he was completely unbothered of Valentine’s Day.

Annoyed at her utterly unromantic husband, Annika turned away to leave the bedroom, but stopped at the door as she remembered she wanted to say one last thing.

 

“I said once that one should learn to puncture a romantic moment from you, it’s true. Only you can be so unromantic.”

 

Shaking her head, Annika left their bedroom. Smirking, Shivaay put his laptop aside and pulled his phone out before calling Khanna.

 

“Khanna, you got everything I asked for?”

“Yes sir?”

“It’s all ready in the garage?”

“Yes sir!”

“So you know what you need to do tomorrow?”

“Yes sir.”

 

Smiling to himself, Shivaay disconnected the call. Tomorrow was going to be a Valentine’s Annika would never forget! It was going to be perfect, just the kind of Valentine’s she’d like…

 

*****

 

Slowly opening his eyes and reaching out beside him, Shivaay groaned as he realised the other side of the bed was cold and empty. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, looking around the room.

 

“Late lateef is already up?”

 

Shaking his head, Shivaay removed the covers off of himself and got out of bed. As soon as he got out of bed, he saw the bunch of red roses sat beside his coffee machine. Walking over to it, Shivaay smiled. Annika. Of course.

Taking in the roses, he looked at the card beside them and picked it up.

 

“Happy Valentine’s Day… Bagad billa kahin ki.”

 

Chuckling, Shivaay picked up the card and put it on his desk. She still actually thought he didn’t have any plans for her. Was she insane? Did she actually think he’d pass up an opportunity like this? Feeling good about himself, Shivaay went into the bathroom. Today was going to be a good day!

 

*****

 

At 7pm, Om and Gauri left, as did Bhavya and Rudra. They were under the strict instructions of Shivaay to not return home at the end of the night. He’d been willing to pay for their hotel rooms too, anything to keep them out of the house.

Once they had gone, he went to make sure that the senior Oberoi’s too were ready to leave. He’d got Khanna to organise a romantic dinner for his parents and for his aunt and uncle at the guest house.

With the Oberoi’s gone and the staff dismissed for the night, Shivaay and Annika we’re finally home alone. Not that Annika knew this yet. Making sure the front door was securely locked from the inside, he made his way back to the bedroom to find a moody looking Annika sat on the sofa, texting.

 

“What’s with the long face?”

“Everyone’s gone out to enjoy and my husband hasn’t even wished me happy Valentine’s.”

 

Shaking his head, Shivaay went over to the wardrobe and pulled out a wrapped present. Making his way back to Annika, he stood before her and coughed.

 

“Ahem.”

“Hm?”

“Look up then.”

“Nope.”

“Annika!”

 

Locking her phone, Annika looked up. Shivaay watched as her expression changed upon seeing the gift.

Standing up, she tilted her head to the side.

 

“For me?”

“No, for Sahil.”

“But you said we weren’t doing valentine’s?”

“I said that to you last year and I had things planned, how did you fall for it again this year?”

“You shot me last year!”

 

Rolling his eyes, Shivaay laughed as he turned away.

 

“Get dressed and meet me by the door for the back lawn.”

 

Annika was ready to kick up a fuss of her own, but he was already gone. Smiling to herself, Annika put her present down beside her and carefully unwrapped it, revealing a plain box.

 

“Hm?”

 

Opening the box and carefully peeling back the tissue paper, Annika saw black lace. Carefully picking up the garment, Annika smiled as she took in the delicate black lace dress, with a scalloped V neckline. The material was soft and the dress looked as though it would come just below her knees. It had long sleeves, just the way she liked it. He knew her so well. Smiling to herself, Annika got to the feet and shut the door as she got dressed.

As she pulled the dress on, she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress hugged her in all the right places and it became abundantly clear why he picked this dress. Shivaay loved it when she wore such dresses. She hardly ever did, but when she did, he loved it. He could never keep his eyes or hands off her. Smoothing it down and fixing the lining, Annika smiled to herself. The dress came down to her knees and the v of the neckline revealed just enough but not too much. It was enough to tease him and she would know it was test his patience, but he would be a gentleman as always and would wait until they got back to their bedroom.

Annika laughed to herself as she remembered the conversation they had about the grey dress she wore while they were still separated. The one when she had worn when going to the restaurant to meet Mr Malhotra to make Shivaay jealous. He openly expressed how much he loved that dress, how good she looked and how mad he was that he wasn’t able to fully enjoy her in that dress. It was the same case for the dark blue velvet dress he had gifted her before one of their many failed first nights. After the fire in their bedroom, that dress had attracted a lot of smoke and stank even after washing it multiple times. He had been mad that he hadn’t been able to enjoy her in that dress either.

Shaking her head, she opened up her jewellery box and picked up the simple diamond tennis bracelet that Shivaay had gifted her on their anniversary and slipped it onto her wrist. She loved how the little diamonds looked like the stars and how well they complimented her chaand bracelet.

Sitting down at the dressing table, Annika pulled open her make up drawer and pulled out a red lipstick. He was a sucker for her lips any way, but she knew the affect red lipstick had on him. Unscrewing the top and pulling out the wand, Annika was ready to apply her lipstick but then stopped herself. As much as he loved red lipstick, he hated it as well. She did too. He always smudged it instantly and then complained about it.

Deciding against lipstick, Annika screwed the cap back on and put it away. She decided she wasn’t going to change her make up. He loved her the way she was, she didn’t need to hide herself under a layer of make up. Closing her drawer, she went over to her wardrobe and pulled out her only pair of black heels. She hated heels, hardly ever wore them, but there was a sense of empowerment when she wore them. Slipping them on, Annika looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She was ready.

 

*****

 

Standing by the door to the back lawn, Shivaay looked at his watch as he tapped his foot impatiently. How much longer was she going to take?

Just as Shivaay pulled his phone out of his pocket to call her, he heard to light sounds of heels against the tiles. Turning around, there she was, slowly making her way towards him. He felt a smile creep along his lips as he saw her, she was perfect. The dress was the perfect length, long enough to make her feel comfortable but short enough to show off her amazing legs. It was figure hugging, showing off her perfect figure. She often called herself fat, and he often joked about it too, but they both knew he was obsessed with her body. She was perfect just the way she was and she knew he loved every inch of her.

As she approached him, Shivaay reminded himself to breath and to stop acting like a hormonal teenager on his first date.

 

“You took your time.”

 

Feigning annoyance, Shivaay turned away from her, but Annika saw passed his nakre noorjahake.

 

“How do I look?”

 

Turning back, Shivaay took her hand in his and locked her fingers with his.

 

“Beautiful.”

 

Leaning in, he pressed a kiss on her cheek before taking her arm.

 

“Shall we my lady?”

 

Giving a little giggle, Annika nodded as Shivaay pushed the door open. The moment the door was open, Annika gasped as she took in the decor. It was almost identical to what he had done last year. A table in the middle of the lawn with a trolley of food waiting beside it. A large heart made from petals around the table and another one beside it. Candles and bouquets of flowers adored almost the whole lawn and there, in the corner, was the largest heart shaped topiary made from roses.

 

“Shivaay yeh…”

“It’s what I did for you last year, but we couldn’t enjoy it… You always talk about how we were robbed of Valentine’s last year so I thought I would recreate it all, so we can enjoy it this year.”

 

Turning to him, Annika wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him to herself, pressing a kiss on his lips. Placing his hands on her waist, Shivaay pulled Annika against himself, her body flush against his. He let his hands run along her body, as her hands found the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to hers, deepening the kiss.
His hands were urgent on her, the need to feel her skin under his hands, but he pulled himself away. They couldn’t get carried away yet.

Reluctantly, Annika’s eyes fluttered open as Shivaay took her hand once more.

 

“Let’s have dinner and then we can think about dessert.”

 

Blushing, Annika let him lead them to the patio table. Pulling out a chair for her, Shivaay gestured for her to take a seat before moving to the other side and sitting down himself.

Pointing to the trolley beside them, Shivaay asked what Annika would like to eat.

 

“Did you cook?”

“No I ordered in.”

 

One by one, Annika uncovered the dishes. They were all continental, five star dishes, the kind of stuff that made her uncomfortable. But upon uncovering the last 2 dishes, Annika smiled and let out a gasp.

 

“Aloo puri and gajar ka halwa!”

“The only two dishes I made myself.”

 

Picking up the dish, Shivaay served Annika before serving himself. He knew she didn’t like all his fancy continental food, so he made sure to make her favourites. He also knew she was picky as hell with her aloo puri and halwa so he had decided to make it himself. Anything for his Annika.

 

“Is it good?”

“Amazing!”

 

As they tucked into the food, trying a little bit of every dish, they spoke about themselves, their family, their life… There was always plenty to talk about, there was never a dull moment between them.

 

*****

 

Dinner done, they remained sat at the patio table, their hands locked in each other’s. The night wore on, both of them simply enjoying the peace the of cool night and the quiet atmosphere.

Looking at his watch, Shivaay took his hands out of Annika and got to his feet.

 

“It’s almost 11, we should go inside.”

 

Nodding, Annika got up and picked up her plate but Shivaay took it off her.

 

“You go inside, I’ll get all this stuff and come in.”

“Can I help?”

“No it’s fine, I’ll just gather it and put it in the kitchen. You go to our room.”

 

Turning away, Annika smiled to herself as she went inside. He had done his bit and surprised her, now it was her turn…

 

*****

 

Twenty minutes later, dishes put away, Shivaay made his way back to their bedroom and went to push the door open, but found it to be locked.

Giving it a little tap, he called out to Annika.

 

“Annika, open the door! Why is it locked?”

“Give me 2 minutes!”

“What are you doing?”

“Just wait!”

 

He knew what she was doing, and he also knew he couldn’t wait. Sitting opposite her, her looking so ravishing, he had been controlling himself all night and he didn’t want to have to wait any longer. Making his way round to the poolside, Shivaay attempted to open the door, but she’d locked the door to the poolside too, so he couldn’t enter the room that way either. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Shivaay made his way back to their bedroom door and waited.

 

“Can I come in yet.”

“Stop being so impatient!”

“I want my dessert!”

 

From the other side of the door, Annika rolled her eyes as she curled the last section of her hair. Putting the curlers down, Annika smiled as she took herself in.

For the second part of their night, she had opted for a silky knee length black spaghetti strap nightdress with a lacy dressing gown over it. Hair swept to one side, Annika gave herself a thumbs up. Her in black was his weakness, she knew it long before he ever admitted it and she liked herself in black too. There was something about the way she looked in black, she felt it did wonders for her.

 

“Annika open the damn door.”

 

Laughing to herself, Annika looked over her shoulder to make sure the room was perfect before going over to open the door. When she opened the door, he walked straight in, slightly miffed he had to wait so long before being let in. But his annoyance melted away the moment he took their bedroom in.

As Annika locked the door and dimmed down the lights, Shivaay took in all the little candles she’d lit. There weren’t many, but just enough to give their room a sensual glow. She’d also scattered a few rose petals around the room and on their bed.

Moving over to him, Annika slipped her hands into his jacket, easing it away from his body and sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms.

 

“Annika, all this…”

“You’re not the only one that can give surprises.”

 

Shivaay smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, taking her in. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. She’d taken off most of her make up, and her hair was in soft curls, just the way he liked them.

 

“You look…”

“Kya?”

“Khidkithod khubsoorat.”

 

Annika smiled as she took a step closer to him, slowing closing the distance between them until her nose touched his neck. Closing his eyes, Shivaay’s hold on her waist tightened as he felt her trace his neck with her nose. Once she’d made herself a trail from below his ear to the base of his neck, she followed the line back up, placing little kisses on his skin.

He let himself sink into the moment, the feel of her soft lips against the sensitive skin of his neck. She knew how to make him weak, what turned him on the most and he loved it.
Pushing him back towards the bed, Shivaay felt the bed on the back of his knees and sat on the bed, as Annika took her place on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to himself as she began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Lips back on his neck, she let herself slide his shirt off his shoulder, leaving his bare body exposed to herself. Pulling herself away slightly, Annika looked at him with half hooded eyes. His sea blue eyes were mostly black as he looked back at her.

 

“Annika…”

“I love you.”

“Jaanta hoon, I love you too.”

“Jaanti hoon.”

 

He shifted her on his lap slightly, getting more comfortable before pulling her back into himself, taking her lips between his own. As her hands wondered along his bare body, his pushed at her dressing gown, letting it slide away from her shoulders and down her arms. Breaking the kiss, Shivaay leaned back, taking them both down onto the bed before flipping her onto her back and moving over her, attacking her neck with kisses. Letting one hand wander into his thick hair, she let the other trail up and down his bare back. The only time he let her touch his hair like this was when they got intimate, and he loved the feel of her hands in his hair, the way she gently pulled on his hair as they made out.

Hands on her hips, he left little kisses all over her face before homing in on her lips again. Annika placed her hand on his cheek, the feel of his beard tickling her hand, as she pushed his lips apart, deepening the kiss. Moving his hands off her hips, he let them trail up her back and onto the straps of her nightdress.

Breaking the kiss again, Annika shook her head as she pushed him onto his back and moved over him. Smirking, he lay on his back and pulled her on top of himself as they got comfortable. Looking up at Annika, he smiled as she closed the gap between them again, taking his lips between her own as her hands stroked the little hairs on his chest.

He should’ve known she wouldn’t let him top, but he didn’t mind. He loved how confident Annika had become in the bedroom, how she knew what she wanted from him and from their relationship. From the shy Annika that had run away from him multiple times for just mentioning their first night, she was now a lioness in the bedroom, he was her prey and he loved it. He loved it when she took control, when she led them in their intimate dance as one.

As she slipped her nightdress off, Shivaay took her in, her perfect form. But it was her face that glowed the most and that was what he loved the most. As she undressed them both and came over him, Shivaay wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to himself and kissed her deeply as their body joined together once more.

He had thought tonight was going to be his gift to her, but he should’ve known, his wife never let him have his way.

 

His wife, his world, his lover, his valentine…

Jalebi ~ Part 38

“Are you ready for tonight?”

 

Wrapping her arms back around him, Khushi pulled Arnav to herself and whispered into his ear.

 

“Yes.”

 

Stripping himself of all of his clothes except his boxers, Arnav cupped Khushi’s face as he moved over her once more. Dropping his hand to her waist, he held her down as he ground his body against hers.

 

“Arnav…”

 

Trailing kisses down her neck, Arnav let his hands explore her naked body before coming to rest on the waistband of her panties. Khushi’s breath caught as he slipped his hand into her panties, touching her down here.

 

“Ar… AH.”

 

He’d pushed a finger into her, dipping it as far into her core as he could go before slowly pulling it out again. He pushed it back in, and then slowly withdrew again, causing her to try to clamp her legs together. Arnav pulled back slightly, stroking her body as he spoke.

 

“Khushi… I…”

“Hm?”

“I want you on top.”

“Mathlab?”

“I want you to lead us tonight.”

“But how can I…”

“I’ll guide you, but I want you to take your right over me. Your right as my wife.”

 

Wife… The word echoed in her ears as she played with it in her head. She was his wife. Giving a playful smile, Khushi pushes Arnav onto his back before coming over him, placing kisses all along his body. Placing kisses from his neck, all the way down to his waist…

Stroking his bulge in his boxers, it was evident he was ready to explode at any moment. Slowly, Khushi pulled down his boxers, revealing his long, hard length to herself.
Placing a small kiss on his length, Khushi gave it a long hard stroke before she freed herself of her own panties.

 

“Do you want me to lie back or sit up?”

 

Thinking for a moment, Khushi took Arnav’s hands and pulled him up into a seated position. Climbing into his lap, Khushi took his length into her hand and carefully guided it into herself. Arnav closed his eyes as he felt her body wrap itself around his length.

 

“Khushi…”

 

Taking hold of her waist, Arnav held her down, really pulling her body down, making her take in as much of him as she possibly could.

Tipping her head back, Khushi let out a moan of pleasure.
Bringing her head back near his, he took her lips between his own as his hands came to rest on her waist. Slowly starting to move, Khushi used her knees to push herself up, so part of his length slide out of her body and then he pulled her back down again, causing her body to take him in again.

It took Khushi a few attempts, but soon enough, she was moving by herself, with little to no guidance from Arnav. She picked her own speed and she chose how much she wanted to take or release of Arnav’s length.

Arnav loved watching her. He loved seeing her taking charge of her pleasure. The way she tipped her head back, letting out moans of pleasure each time she took him back in. He loved the way her mangalsootra bounced on her chest as she moved.

 

“Khushi wait.”

 

Stopping, she opened her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. Unclipping her bra in one swift motion, Arnav threw it aside.

 

“That’s better.”

 

Arnav’s hands moved over her breasts as Khushi rested her face in the crook of his neck as she carried on. Her legs were aching and she knew she was close. He too was close to his release. Speeding up, Khushi moved faster. Arnav took hold of her waist and helped her. Dropping her face into his shoulder, Khushi kept going.

 

“Do you want me to…”

 

Shaking her head, Khushi sped up. She didn’t want Arnav to have to take over. She wanted to know she could be in charge of their pleasure as well. She kept going, and soon enough they both reached their climax.

Going completely limp in his arms, Khushi closed her eyes as she breathed her husband in. Taking hold of her, Arnav lay Khushi down and then lay down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to himself.

 

“Are you okay?”

“Tired.”

“Go to sleep baby.”

 

Covering them up, Arnav smiled as he felt Khushi bury her face into his chest as sleep took over her body.

Pressing one more kiss on her forehead, Arnav too shut his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.

 

*****

 

When Khushi awoke a little while later, it was still pitch black outside. Turning, she was met with the slumbering face of her husband. Husband. She wasn’t going to get over that any time soon. It still felt completely surreal that they were married and that she was sleeping in his bed with him.

Shuffling back into him, Khushi pushed her leg between his and tucked her head under his chin.
Right now, all she needed was to be as close to him as she could possibly get.

She didn’t need anything else from this world now.

 

*****

 

Waking up because the curtains had been pulled open, Arnav squinted as he turned to his side to find an empty bed. Sitting up, he saw it was Khushi that had pulled the curtains open.

 

“Why are you up so early?”

“It’s my first day here. There’s so much that needs to be done.”

“Come back to bed.”

 

Laughing, Khushi came and sat down at the foot of the bed and poked at Arnav’s foot that was sticking out.

 

“I’m already dressed, I can’t come to bed now.”

“You don’t have to worry about undressing. I’ll get you out of your clothes in no time.”

 

Looking down, Khushi blushed before looking back up again.

 

“I don’t doubt your undressing skills, but there’s no time for all that now.”

“Okay fine, how about you just jump into the shower with me?”

“I…”

 

But before Khushi could respond, there was a knock on the door.

 

“Chote, Khushi? Are you guys awake yet?”

 

Walking over to the door, Khushi pulled it open to reveal Anjali stood at the door with a tray of tea and coffee.

 

“Good morning Di!”

“Good morning Khushi, did you sleep well?”

 

Smiling, Khushi nodded before taking the tray from Anjali.

Looking behind Khushi, Anjali saw that Arnav was still in bed.

 

“Get up Chote! It’s your wife’s first day here and you haven’t even showered yet.”

“What can I say Di, we had a busy night.”

 

He said this with a smirk, making Khushi feel highly uncomfortable.

 

“I don’t doubt how busy you guys were, but you need to get ready. So many rituals to get done, so little time. Also, I got your jijaji to call Aman to let him know you’re not going to be at work until further notice.”

“Wait what?”

 

This really got Arnav’s attention as he sat up.

 

“Wait, you’ve got me time off work?”

“Yes.”

“But…”

“No but. You’ve gotten married. There’s so much that needs to be done. I’m sure Khushi’s taken time off work, haven’t you Khushi?”

 

Turning to look at Arnav, Khushi nodded sheepishly.

 

“There you go. If your wife can take time off, so can you. Besides, how will you be able to go on honeymoon if you don’t have time off work?”

 

With that, Anjali turned around and made to leave.

 

“Honeymoon?”

 

The honeymoon had slightly slipped Arnav’s mind. With everything happening to soon, he hadn’t really had time to think about it.

Taking hold of Khushi’s hand, he pulled her back onto the bed. As he ran his hand along her face, Khushi eyes fluttered shut. As he spoke to her, his breath fanned on her face, making her hold onto him tightly.

 

“Our honeymoon. Where do you want to go?”

 

Hiding her face in the crook of his neck, Khushi shook her head. She didn’t know where she wanted to go.

 

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we go.”

“How about we go to Dubai so I can show you around properly? And then maybe we can go onto Italy because you’ve never been?”

“I would love that!”

 

Looking up, she placed a small kiss on his cheek as she got off the bed and fixed her sari.

 

“Come on Arnav! Get up now! I’m going downstairs, you come when you’re ready.”

 

Turning to leave the room, Khushi was almost out of the door when Arnav called her back.

 

“Khushi wait.”

 

Turning, she placed her hand on her hips and looked at him slightly unimpressed.

 

“What now Arnav?”

“I love you baby.”

 

Hands falling away from her hips, Khushi smiled at his words.

 

“I love you too.”

 

Blushing, Khushi quickly spun round once more and rushed out of the room and made her way downstairs.

 

*****

 

Once all the necessary post wedding rituals were done, the entire Raizada family sat down together, taking a breather after a hectic couple of days.

Arnav came and sat down beside Khushi and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in to place a kiss on her face.

Blushing, Khushi pushed Arnav away, sneaking a look at her in laws to make sure that no one had seen them.

 

“Guys, no one minds if I kiss my wife in front of them do they?”

“Of course not Chote. You married Khushi, you can kiss her whenever you feel like it.”

“Thank you di. See Khushi, you don’t need to feel uncomfortable.”

 

Blushing even more deeply, Khushi hid her face in Arnav’s arm. The Raizada’s cooed at how cute Arnav and Khushi were.

Everyone went back to just talking, when there was a loud knock at the door. Hari Prakash came in, followed closely by Rohan.

Upon seeing Rohan, Arnav got to his feet and rushed over to meet Rohan, his arm outstretched.

 

“Rohan! Good to see you, what brings you here?”

 

Ushering Rohan into the living room, Arnav showed him to a seat. Khushi too got to her feet to meet Rohan.

 

“Rohan! Oh my god!”

 

Giving him a quick hug, Khushi moved away and sat back down next to Arnav.

 

“How are you both? I was debating whether or not to come today, but I didn’t want to leave it for too long so…”

“Is everything okay?”

 

Rohan looked around the Raizada living room and took in the concerned looking faces.

 

“You Guys don’t have to worry. I haven’t come bearing bad news.”

 

Pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket, Rohan handed it over to Arnav.

 

“What’s this?”

“Open it and have a look.”

 

Opening up the envelop, Arnav took the papers out that were inside. Upon realising what they were, Arnav looked up at Rohan, his lips parted as he gasped.

 

“Rohan I…”

“Please take it as a wedding present.”

 

Taking out the tickets, Arnav read through all the details.

 

“I can’t take this, this is too much.”

“Please Arnav. I have no use for a honeymoon now, so please.”

“You’ve already done so much for us…”

“Arnav please. When I get married, I’ll expect you to book my honeymoon for me. But for now, please take this as a gift from me to you guys.”

 

Looking over to Khushi, he tried to get an indication of how she was feeling. Getting no response, Arnav decided to make a decision for them.

 

“Okay, but like you said, when you get married, your honeymoon is going to be on me and Khushi.”

“Deal.”

 

Looking at the tickets, and all the details inside the envelope, Arnav realises that the main part of their honeymoon was taking place at Chewton Glen resort in England, however there was still a week before that.

 

“I hope you guys have a great time! And be sure to send me loads of pictures of what it’s like. When you have time, maybe you can come and see me.”

 

Khushi finally spoke up.

 

“Are you going back?”

“Yeah, there’s no reason for me to stay back any more.”

“I’m still sorry…”

“Khushi if you apologise again, I’m going to have to end our friendship. I should say sorry to you, for making you choose. I should have realised… Anyway, what’s done is done, we have to move on now.”

“But Rohan…”

“All that matters is that you’re happy now. And one day I will meet the right person for me and I will be happy too.”

 

Giving Rohan another quick hug, Khushi thanked him once more. Arnav too have him a bro hug, thanking him once more for everything that he’d done for them.

When Rohan took his leave and Arnav excused himself and Khushi, he led her up to their bedroom. Arnav handed the reservations to Khushi.

 

“After looking at these and looking at the dates, I was thinking maybe we can go to Dubai three days before we need to be in England. And then maybe after that we can go to Italy like we planned?”

“Are you sure, that’s a lot, we’ll need time.”

“Well were not due to be at Chewton Glen until a week later, so we have time to spend some time in Dubai first.”

“Maybe we can save Italy for another time?”

“If that’s what you want, then yeah, sure. We’ll go to Italy another time.”

 

Wrapping her arms around Arnav, she placed a light kiss on his lips.

 

“I can’t wait to go on honeymoon with you.”

“I can’t wait either baby.”

 

Placing his arms around her waist, Arnav pulled Khushi into himself a lazily draped his lips back over hers.

Suddenly getting an idea, Khushi pulled herself away from Arnav.

 

“Arnav can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure.”

 

Leaning in, Khushi whispered her idea to Arnav. Arnav’s eyes widened as he heard what she had to say, shaking his head frantically as he listened.

 

“Hell no khushi! Hell NO.”

“Please! It’ll be so much fun!”

“No way in hell! Absolutely not!”

 

Arnav shook his head, while Khushi folder her arms, tapping her foot as she patiently waited.

Realising that Khushi wasn’t going to give in, Arnav looked at her and sighed.

 

“No isn’t an option is it?”

“Absolutely not Raizada.”

 

Rolling his eyes and letting out another sigh, Arnav finally agreed.

 

“Okay, fine! But that doesn’t mean I like that idea.”

 

Giving a little leap of joy, Khushi threw her arms around Arnav and hugged him tightly.

 

“You’re the best! Thanks Arnav!”

 

Pulling away, Khushi rushed out of the room and Arnav watched her go.

 

“Pagal. But she’s mine.”

 

*****

 

Author’s Note:

So as I am editing this (on Friday 1st Feb) it’s making me realise just how uncomfortable I am with sex scenes at the moment. This chapter was written over a year ago, and at that time I was fine with them but now… They make me feel super uncomfortable. So I think it is safe to say that sex scenes are going to have to go on hiatus.