#arshi OS

[featheredclover]

Moon struck

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Hi everyone! Here's my beginning to this fiesta ;) Please give me your feedback (good, bad or ugly!)

He sighed as he scrunched his eyes,tired from the day’s work. Resting back against the recliner, he felt an utter sense of loss. He didn’t need to worry much about why - the reason would always be his wife.

Wife

Even months after their wedding, a thrill ran through Arnav as he repeated the word in his head. Like a madman, chanting his way to heaven.

He had missed her sorely. This past week had been particularly busy, with Akash away in London he had been left to a mountain of work. A year ago, it wouldn’t have caused him to blink and yet….

Yet, there was someone waiting for him. Her eyes like melted pools of honey. Her smile? The hold her smile had on him should be studied, he thought as he chuckled softly.

His blurry vision cleared, as he sat up straight, only one thing running through his mind….Khushi

He felt the breeze tousle his hair and his gaze was drawn towards the pool.As if in a trance he headed towards it. 

A figure clad in white sat with her face turned up towards the sky, her lips pursed as she hummed a tune. He felt his heart skip a beat as he stared unbelievingly at her…his wife. He was once again moon struck.

For once he didn’t implore her silently “ what have you done to me Khushi? “ Because if this was how he felt, he didn’t want to unravel the thread which held her to him.

He was simply moon struck.

- featheredclover

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

ArShi OS: Raat Hamari Toh

Warning: Angst, Sex | Canon | 

Word Count: 1757 | 10-15 minutes read

Khushi shivered in the warm July night. No scar, bruise, fall nor fear hurt her the way Arnav’s silence did.

For a misunderstanding he had ruined her, for her mistake he did nothing.

She had endangered the lives of Anjali, Anjali’s unborn child and Arnav simply out of the selfish need to protect Payal’s marriage. Yes, she could finally admit that she had hoped Shyam to change for her conscience’s sake.

To justify her intentions that stood on wobbly grounds.

And as karma would be, Payal’s marriage was at the brink of irreparable damage and Arnav lost the faith of his sister solely because of Khushi’s silence.

Isn’t silence a friend to accomplice?

Khushi steeled herself for anger, pain - anything - that he’d lash out on her. Except she didn’t have the strength. Was it a blessing that he stood with his back to her that she couldn’t see hatred in his eyes? Or a curse that she couldn’t read him at all?

Arnav felt her before he heard her. For a long time he had questioned why Khushi couldn’t tell. And today he saw what happened when Khushi tried. The reality wasn’t ever about him believing the truth - it was Anjali. And that couldn’t happen, not the way Shyam gaslit everyone left, right and centre.

And he fell right into Shyam's trap, having his rage misdirected over to Khushi for months while Shyam figured ways to steal his assets.

Khushi,

A thorn lodged in his throat as he heard the tea tray shake in Khushi’s hands. There was so much fear in those young eyes.

She robbed his dreams, he robbed her life.

And he stood, humbled, teary, when she picked up the nearest stick and extended her shaky hand - ready for any punishment she deserved.

Oh no

Khushi closed her eyes when he took the stick, and gasped when she wasn’t met by the sting of the stick but the faintest brush of his lips on her hand.

“Arnav ji?” She whispered as he held her close,

“It’s not your fault Khushi, it never was.” He brushed a stray tear away from her cheek. Khushi froze, disbelieving his words.

Did he truly believe her.… after months?

Khushi burst into tears, embracing him with all the strength in the world; relief and endured pain finding a release.

He softly returned her hug, cradling her head as she cried harder, finding her Arnav return from her figment of imagination.

With aching tenderness he broke the hug to really look at her for the first time in months. 

Oh how had they even reached here? Why was life so cruel? Why had he been so blinded? And since when had she not slept?

She trembled, feet unsteady, sobs ricocheting - stabbing his heart with every sniffle.

The glass wall Khushi had erected to hide her feelings crumbled like fine dust. She was raw and vulnerable in his hands, desperately seeking comfort and safety.

The pain Arnav had seen behind her eyes was neither his imagination nor his projection. It was only a fraction of what she had been suffering, slipping out between layers of forced smiles and eccentricities.

Her hands refused to leave his shirt, tears refused to stop rolling down her cheeks.

It was time to go home, with his wife, as a husband.

He picked her up in his arms and she looped her hands around his neck, her tense body relaxing for the first time.

He kept looking at her, as if he couldn’t look enough, and walked over the threshold to their room.

Gently, he laid her on the bed. Hands shaking so his most precious could finally sleep. No more nightmares, no more storms. No more pain, nor more shock.

But before he could leave she tugged his hand - wanting him to be next to her.

The bed didn’t matter neither did the aching tenderness. All that mattered was him, next to her, still looking at her with eyes full of love.

It was the only balm she ever needed. Arnav’s knees gave away as he sat by her side, pushing away the stray strands of hair away from her forehead.

He wondered if he was comforting her or seeking comfort?

He watched her as she fell asleep on his hand, eyes still wet from unshed tears. After memorizing her face, he left her side, feet heavy as he moved away from the safety of her touch.

There were darker demons to face.

But he never made it to the door.

Khushi rushed up to him and embraced him from behind,

“Please don’t leave me,” she begged, clasping onto his shirt. Arnav closed his eyes, relishing the warmth yet grieved that it was brought upon by pain.

Khushi tugged him to the bed, not quite sure how else to tell that she couldn’t sleep without him. She needed to know that when she opened her eyes he wasn’t a cruel dream. He was there, in flesh, on his side of the bed.

He sat with her, watching her intently caress his bruised knuckles. She pulled out the first aid box, hands trembling as he allowed her to care for him.

Arnav cursed himself, what was he without her care anyway?

He rolled up his sleeves, watching her tears dry and strength build as she tended to his injuries. Tenderly, he held her chin and planted the softest kiss on her forehead.

A kiss of gratitude, love and everything he couldn’t say.

Khushi sat rooted to her spot, eyes closed as she savoured the kiss. But one kiss wasn’t enough, not when she held on to it as if she wouldn’t be kissed again.

Khushi’s breath hitched as he kissed her, again, on her temples. This time he didn’t even step away from her, his lips hovered over her eyes, warm and soft.

Khushi balled her fists in anticipation, trying not to move to break the moment as he kissed her cheeks and the corner of her lips.

He trailed slow kisses down her neck and she wove her hands into his hair. His hands went to her dupatta but he hesitated.

“Khushi, I,” Khushi hugged him tight , refusing to break the moment.

“Please,” She whispered, waiting for what seemed interrupted forever. Nothing mattered apart from him.

Arnav broke the hug to look at her face. He waited for a moment before his lips covered hers in a searing kiss. Khushi gripped his arms, a burst of emotions flowing through her heart.

This was heaven.

Once Khushi reciprocated in equal fervour, Arnav lost his little sense of control. He tugged her dupatta away, kissing the crook of her neck as his fingers found her zipper.

Khushi caressed his neck, feeling alive for the first time in months. Slowly, they sank into their bed, drowning in pleasure and comfort.

He held her like a china doll, she treasured every inch of his skin. Like a prayer she whispered his name, ensuring this wasn’t another one of her dreams.

He was warm, loving and so tender. She didn’t know if she could ever put it in words. It was really not about touch.

The desire that burned her for months finally found its release. When he pressed his forehead to hers, hands locked, bodies close - Khushi sighed in relief.

This is how they were meant to be.

— — —

When Khushi woke up, she found Arnav laying next to her, gently caressing her cheek.

The sun shone on his skin like gold. Loose strands of hair fell on his forehead. A soft smile was on his face.

Khushi smiled, it was the most beautiful dream she ever had.

“Hi,” he whispered. He bit back a laugh as her eyes grew comically wide. Should he have worn a shirt?

“You’re here.” She touched his face.

“Yeah, last I checked I was Arnav Singh Raizada.” Arnav grinned. Khushi felt his dimple under her fingertips. Arnav was here. In flesh. Warm beside her body. Close enough to block the sun rays from the window.

“Arnav ji, you’re really here.” Arnav’s smile fell as Khushi teared up. Arnav pulled her into a hug, feeling her shaking as she tried to control her sobs.

“Shh, I’m here.” Khushi nodded against his chest at his reassurance. They lay quiet for a long time. He stroked through her hair, she heard his heartbeat.

“Tum theek ho?” Arnav asked, breaking the silence. Khushi tightened the embrace, humming in response.

Arnav tilted her face a bit, “I mean.. after last night..”

Khushi blushed hard, unable to meet his eyes.

“Wow, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada ko sharmaana bhi aata hai?” Arnav teased her as a shy smile played on her lips. He laughed when she hid her face in her hands and tried to fix the sheets for some delayed decency. Oh Khushi! Moments like these reminded Arnav how endearing Khushi was.

He was a fool to even try to walk a step away from her when he’d been falling head over heels since forever.

“But really,” he asked, a minute after the laughter died down, “Are you ok? I know we haven’t discussed-”

“I’m fine Arnav ji,” Khushi cut him off, “In fact I’m happy. Happiest that I’ve been in months.” Khushi confessed, tears of joy prickling her eyes.

Arnav brushed a stray tear that rolled down her cheek. Arnav had never believed in luck when it came to his fame. Nor when it came to his money.

Yet today as he watched the sunrise when he was convinced a day ago he wouldn’t, and saw the woman before him open her heart despite everything, he was probably the luckiest man alive.

Khushi closed her eyes and snuggled into his embrace, finally finding sleep after months of nightmares. The darkness that loomed in her life, that pricked her, frightened her, hurt her had finally ebbed away.

There were so many more conversations to have, so many tears to shed. But Arnav was back. The one who’d hold all her tears in his arms and spend nights listening to her.

After many days, Khushi found her home.

——————

Tum theek ho - are you ok?

Wow, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada ko sharmaana bhi aata hai - Wow, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada can even be shy?

A/N: Thank you guys for reading this. I hope you give the song a chance if you listen to Hindi music! This song is truly so beautiful and dipped in angst, along with this scene, that I couldn’t help but write it down! I’ve always imagined this since forever and decided to finally pen it! Sorry for any grammatical mistakes - I haven’t proofread it much!

Love,

- JWB 

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[arnavsinghraizada]

Obedience

Rated: M for MMmmmmm I shouldn’t have done this 

Word Count: 2558

working title: arnav is a dom and someone should say it (obviously this fic contains elements of dominance, some very light/gentle throat action, and like my god its... really heterosexual so if any of that is not your thing, this probably isnt)

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada didn’t like being told what to do. Not in a general sense, at least. It chafed her free and independent spirit when people - Arnav - thought they could order her about and expect their dictates obeyed without question. It could potentially be argued that if she didn’t like being told what to do, she should’ve thought of that before she married a man notorious for telling everyone, including people he didn’t know, what to do. Although if that were the case, it could also be argued that the man in question should have thought twice before marrying a disobedient woman… twice. 

And while it irritated her beyond belief when he would storm into the house, into their bedroom, all ablaze with irritation from his workday, she also couldn’t deny that it did… something to her to watch him yank at his tie and tear at his cufflinks. A muscle in his jaw would be flexing, his hair beginning to escape its careful styling to hang forwards over his blazing eyes in a manner that could only be described as decidedly roguish. She would watch in silence while the cold tycoon was replaced by her fiery husband. It was strange. Anger had been such a defining aspect of their relationship, she wasn’t sure what it was about his anger within the walls of their bedroom, especially when it wasn’t directed at her, that made her want to be in his line of fire. It made her want to be burned to cinders by his fire. 

She needed help. She’d married Arnav, of course she needed help. 

She especially knew she needed it when she, who hated being told what to do, would feel an odd sort of thrill creep up her spine when he would fix her with a certain look. That shiver was often the precursor to each and every one of her bones turning into a puddle of mush, replaced by a liquid heat whenever he would draw near. He would stand behind her, so close that she could feel the heat from his chest burning through the back of her clothes, lean down so he could rub the rough stubble of his cheek against hers, smirking against her hypersensitive flesh when she’d shiver in response. It was embarrassing. He knew exactly what he was doing. And then he would have the audacity to put his arms around her, his hands wrapping around hers in a stilling grip, holding her captive in the cage of his embrace. Sometimes, she’d wonder whether he knew she felt like a doe trapped by an arrow when he did that, but when he’d press his body against hers and hold her wrists still against the counter so she couldn’t move, she had her answer. He knew exactly what he was doing. He’d told her once that he could totally disarm her, strip her of her every defense. He wasn’t wrong. He could strip her of more than her defenses, if she was being entirely candid. 

But she didn’t like being told what to do. Not when he would trace the shell of her ear with his lips, ignoring the fact that he had her cornered in the kitchen where anyone could walk in at any moment. Definitely not when she would try to ignore the dark heat unfurling in the pit of her stomach at the thought. She didn’t like being ordered about when he would tell her he wanted her upstairs immediately after dinner. 

“Don’t make me say it again,” he’d whisper into her ear, his arms tightening around her as he spoke. “If I have to come down here to get you, there’ll be consequences.” He’d accentuate his words by catching the lobe of her ear with his teeth in a sharp nip of warning and she’d barely manage to swallow her cry of surprise. 

Consequences. What the hell did that mean? And who exactly did he think he was, threatening her with consequences if she didn’t present herself to him in a timely fashion? She’d meant to tell him just that when he’d give her a final squeeze before he’d disappear into the living room, leaving her flushed and feeling as if every nerve in her body was on fire. 

He’d keep his eyes on her throughout dinner, tracking her every movement while she bustled around the table, serving everyone. She’d pretend she didn’t feel his fingers brushing over hers in a brazen gesture of ownership everytime she handed him something, pretending she didn’t feel his hand take up residence at the small of her back while she stood pouring somebody a glass of water. Eventually, his patience would run out, and he’d grab her wrist in a restricting grip again, tugging her towards the seat beside him. Immediately, the smiles and the teasing would begin. 

‘Oh Chote, you take such good care of Khushiji!’

‘Phati Sari lives a life of luxury, I see!’

She almost wished she could announce it there, that the only reason he was so concerned with making sure she ate quickly was because he had … nefarious intentions with her. But that would go against his instructions, not to mention embarrass everyone else, and she knew well that Arnav expected to be obeyed to a fault. Especially when it came to matters of the … bedroom. So she’d eaten in silence, nearly biting a chunk of her tongue off when his errant hand started a wayward journey up her thigh under the table. Casting a stern glance his way, she’d halted its progress dangerously close to its destination, closing her own fingers around his and squeezing in silent warning. Far from being cowed, he squeezed right back, grinning rakishly at her and tugging her hand towards his own lap instead. Helpless to resist, she could do nothing but fix him with a displeased stare as he deposited her hand on his thigh before he resumed eating his dinner like he hadn’t just tried to grope her at a table full of people and wasn’t now daring her to do the same. 

Fine. Maybe she would. She pictured her fingers trailing upwards, firmly grasping the length of him and squeezing. Not hard enough to have him be useless to her for the next few hours, but firmly enough to let him know she could be in charge too. She caught his gaze then, saw the challenge there and decided she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction today. Instead, she began to trail her fingers downwards, intending to return her hand to her own lap when he caught it and kept it trapped in his grasp. He made no move to return either of their hands to any risky areas, seeming content at that moment to simply grasp it in his own. She was suspicious. 

Jiji and Di volunteered to clean up after dinner, ensuring that Khushi had no excuse other than to watch her husband climb the stairs and cast a look of warning back at her before he disappeared into their room. Part of her balked at the thought of obeying his imperious summons, almost inviting the consequences he’d threatened her with earlier. The other half almost ached to follow him blindly and obey his every word. Her feet were moving before she even knew it. She was up the stairs and standing in the doorway of their room before she’d realized which half had won. He seemed to sense her gaze on him and turned to face her, his dark eyes taking in the sight of her poised at the door. 

“I said I wanted you inside.” Arnav said simply, crossing his arms across his chest, and the flex of the muscle against his sweater, which was really too tight, sent a thrill immediately down to her very core. 

“You said you wanted me upstairs,” she reminded him snidely, taking a tiny step backwards so she stood just outside of their door. “I’m upstairs. Technically, I haven’t disobeyed a word.” 

A grin spread across her face when his expression shifted to a stern look of displeasure. 

“You know what I mean-” 

“I’m afraid I don’t,” she interrupted on a breathless laugh, dancing backwards as he began to advance. “You’ll have to be more specific next time.” 

“Oh, I’ll be plenty specific in a minute,” he growled, and she felt her insides tighten in anticipation at the dark promise in his voice. 

“Don’t push me, Khushi,” he said softly, his hands braced on either side of the doorway, his eyes blazing in her direction with unspoken warnings. “I’ll come after you, and I’ll take what I want wherever I catch you.” 

She should have been scandalized by the threat. Instead, she felt hot and on-edge, eager to test whether he would make good on his warning. She took another wobbling step backwards, delighting in the primal noise that escaped him. Arnav lunged for her before she had a chance to make her escape, pinning her against the wall and aligning his body with hers so she could feel every muscular, hard inch. 

“When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done.” He whispered against her ear, his hands giving her pinned wrists an admonishing squeeze. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.” She whispered the words that had bubbled beneath the surface of her lust all night, revelling in the expression that came over his face. In the way he shifted to scoop her into his arms and moved decidedly into the bedroom. 

Khushi gave a soft gasp of surprise as he tossed her onto the bed, shutting and locking the door behind him. She’d barely caught her breath when he pounced on her, settling his body possessively over hers. Her thighs instinctively fell open to cradle him and the masculine sound of approval he made was nearly her undoing. 

“I don’t tell you what to do?” Arnav breathed softly, his mouth hovering over hers, brushing against her lips, once, twice. His hands found their way up her body, pausing in their ascent to take stock of their favourite places, to trace their favourite curves, before one came to rest at the base of her throat, his fingers curling around the shape of her throat, massaging the soft skin there in a blatant gesture of dominance. His other hand dipped beneath her bodice to toy with her aching flesh, molding to the shape of her breast. 

She couldn’t find the words to respond, tossing her head in wordless protest, even as a desperate sound tore from her throat as she arched towards him. He pulled back, his eyes taking in the flush spreading its way across her face and chest. The raw intimacy in his gaze, the fact that they both knew that he knew from experience exactly how far the flush spread beneath her clothes brought a surge of raw heat to her aching centre that had her squirming beneath him. 

Arnav sat back and motioned for her to sit up with the crook of his finger. She obeyed, immediately regretting it when he smirked in response, yanking her against him. 

“Don’t I though? I don’t even have to tell you, you’re so eager to submit to me.” 

One hand tangled in her hair, angling her head back to bare her throat to him in a primal gesture of submission. The other reached around to yank at the fastenings to her shirt and when he snarled impatiently and the sound of tearing fabric reached her ears, Khushi couldn’t bring herself to be anything other than jelly in his arms. He was peeling the cloth away from her heated body, his mouth instantly devouring the skin he bared. She felt him nip at her throat, and she cried out even as he soothed the sting with his tongue. He pulled her pants off and she was sure they joined the scraps of her shirt somewhere on the floor of their bedroom. 

His hands braced on either side of her head as he bore down over her, fully clothed in contrast to her naked form that welcomed the cool air. Her body reacted to the fire in his regard and she pressed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the ache between them. His eyes caught the movement and a low noise of pleasure came from him.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin, his mouth closing over her breast while his hand pushed between her thighs and stroked the slick heat there. A moan tore from her throat, his fingers and tongue building a wave within her that threatened to burst forth and destroy them both. 

“Say it,” he pressed, pushing a finger into where she ached for him the most and she nodded wordlessly, desperately, in response, threading her fingers through his dark hair and pulling his head back to her. 

“Give me the words, Khushi,” he growled, going still in the worst sort of torment. “Come on, baby, give them to me.” 

“Yours,” she cried out, reaching for him and gasping in pleasure when he folded himself into her waiting arms, resuming his ministrations. “All yours.”

He pressed his thumb against the centre of her, rubbing in a delicate circle that robbed her of her ability to breathe before he pushed down hard in a move that made the wave that had been hovering over her for so long come crashing down. She was dimly aware of the sound of his name on her lips, falling forth like the most ardent prayer repeated time and time again. 

He answered by pulling away long enough to rip his shirt off over his head and toss it aside, yanking at his sweatpants with the same desperation and returning to her body. They both moaned at the contact of their bare skin, and her fingers took the opportunity to leave his hair and explore the ripples of muscle that lined his chest and abdomen. An odd sort of satisfaction stole through her at the thought that this magnificent specimen of masculinity belonged to her. That she held his reins firmly in her hands. 

He shifted his body for a moment and, without a word, she spread her legs for him, allowing his hands to angle her hips for him. He made a sound of approval at her acquiescence that drove a thrill of heat through her before he lowered his body over hers again and kissed her. His body moved against hers and she threw her head back, digging her nails into his back and arching up to meet him, the wave of heat within her building again. Her moans melded with his as she wound herself around him, no longer sure of where she ended and where he began. 

And when she thought she simply couldn’t bear anymore, that he would take from her until she could give no more, he let her go over the edge again and joined her there. And when he gathered her up in his arms afterwards, holding her close, placing gentle kisses on her forehead, and stroking up and down her back, she found it within herself to admit one small thing. Maybe - just maybe - Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada didn’t mind being told what to do after all. 

[phati-sari]

Hi PS..Episode 185 is so heartbreaking 💔. I can’t help but wonder what would Arnav have said if things didn’t go wrong on the terrace. My God he was just so happy and content..We never got to hear his heartfelt confession apart from what he blurted out on Janmashtami. Would you please describe how would he have said it, pretty please!? By the way, I love your recaps so much! You seem to be able to see right through his mind 😍

Hi hi @arshifanatic :)

I reckon you're looking for Tu Jaane Na! Thank you very much for the compliments!!! You're being way too kind. I'm super glad you like the blog :) ❤️

[leila1]

OS: Cursed

Aik din hum wohi ban jaate hain jin se hum nafrat karte hain

–Main Hoon Na

" you are nothing but a characterless woman, who only knows how to trap rich men!"

He still remembered the day when he had insulted her, the damned day when all he did was spit venom at her. But that was what Arnav Singh Raizada was made of. 

Collateral damage followed by unavoidable regret. 

Wasn't he known for his logical strategies and smart planning? What had happened then? That day it wasn't the Arnav Singh Raizada that the world knew for his foresight but a monster unleashed. 

Why was she surprised, isn't that what he always did? Hurting everyone, specifically her, around him as he pleased?

"No you listen to me!" he wouldn't let her speak not even a word.

He had had enough and those fake tears of hers would do no good.

Only if he had let her speak that day, only if he had given her a chance to explain. 

Arnav Singh Raizada never made quick and irrational decisions but that day he did, perhaps the most irrational decision of his life, to separate his wife from his existence. He never the one to apologize but that day he did something that he was ready to apologize every single moment till eternity, he would hold his ears, fold his hands, and even go on his knees.

Anything.

Anything to bring back the old Khushi, the girl he fell in love with. The girl who fell from the ramp, only to land in his arms with a trembling face, shivering body, eyes moist ready to tear up. She never cried anymore. Neither had she trembled, no longer did she smile, all traces of expression drenched from her.  Ironically she had become the opposite of her name. 

Khushi Kumari Gupta had been replaced with Mrs Arnav Singh Raizada, not the chirpy girl that used to brighten his day but a wife of a businessman who attended charity functions, and did everything for the sake of reputation. 

______________

He couldn’t a remember a time when his life wasn’t a mess.  And he had no one to blame but himself. 

It has been five years since that damned day but it still hurt like a fresh piece of glass cutting into skin. 

Sipping his morning coffee while staring out the huge French doors, leaning against the walls, piercing rays reflecting on the blue water, Arnav began his thinking process all over again like every single day.

What do I do? What can I possibly do make everything the way it was?

He felt stabbed, pierced and torn. But did any of that matter now? Did he even suffer the fraction of her pain? It was nothing compared to the torture he had single-handedly inflicted upon her. 

A tear rolled down as he took the next sip, helplessness traveling through his veins.  It felt like nothing was in his control anymore, it felt like Khushi has become a stone, nothing would make her react. As if life had become a mechanical routine. 

He didn't know what was worse: he was the reason of her current state or that she had become what he used to be once, heartless, emotionless, distant and isolated.

Perhaps this is what she meant by when she said money can't buy happiness.

What was the meaning of all this money when he didn't have the happiness of his life? His Khushi? She was here but not here,  getting through life on survival mode. 

Not even her favorite delicacies made her smile, she would only eat them upon family’s insistence but the magic was missing.  Love was not something she was familiar with, not anymore just like he was once upon a time.

She filled his life with color, in return he robbed hers. 

Khushi entered the room silently and placed the folded clothes in the closet, her side of the portion which resembled to his now, was replaced from the vibrant hues to the plain pastels.

He turned around and stared at the robotic figure in front of him.

Her back was facing him, long black tresses up to her waist were held back by a few pins at the back of her head. She no longer wore the bangles whose noise was melody to his ears or her signature jhumkas that would sparkle and convince him of her presence even at a distance.

His heart wrenched at the sight his eyes witnessed. This is not the woman he fell in love with. Why had she changed so much? Was his love not enough for her to come back to her old self ?

"Khushi promise me you will never stop loving me" he asked holding her hand in his

"I won't I promise"

"promise me you wont change"

"I won't change but time will"

Her eyes started to well up and he did not understand what brought on the sudden shift. 

Today he understood the weight of her words. 

He placed the half empty cup on the table beside the recliner and moved towards the closet.

He held her by her wrists as she began to slide the doors close and brought her towards the bed ignoring her questioning gaze.

For the first few minutes she kept looking at his hands that still held her wrists, in anger, confusion or to avoid his gaze he did not understand.

Not being able to hold it any longer he asked

" kuch maangoon ga to do gi?"

He asked directly looking into her eyes with the burden of guilt and her miseries his shoulders slumped in an early defeat. 

"kia chahiye" 

Her monotonous voice lacked the chirpiness he desperately missed. She had been reduced to a corporate wife. 

"mujhe Khushi chahiye" he spoke as his grip on her hands grew tender, the sincerity in his voice more apparent. 

"Khushi Kumari Gupta" he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and broken, lined with desperation. 

Her love wasn’t gone, but something had been lost within her. She couldn’t give him what she didn’t have. 

It felt like an era had gone by since she heard her complete name, that she once flaunted with pride. Khushi’s identity had been crushed by the weight of Mrs Arnav. 

An unfamiliar flame of warmth lit in the corner of her heart and she finally decided to look into those pools of brown.

"Kia tum mujhe wohi purani wali Khushi de sakti ho?" 

It was more of a  plea than a question, a prisoner desperate for freedom. 

A tear rolled down her cheek  and his eyes welled up seeing a glimpse of the girl who still had his heart. The same girl who filled every part of his day with her chatter and memories. 

A flame of hope ignited somewhere in the existence of Arnav Singh Raizada and he felt a gush of faith run within him. Maybe God was there after all and miracles did happen. 

[kaahaani]

ArShi OS: An Exceptional Car Ride

Characters: Arnav x Khushi, other IPKKND characters are mentioned Genre: Smut Rating: Explicit [NSFW] Word Count: 6550

It is a truth universally acknowledged that once you start having great sex, it’s hard to go without it. Especially, when your once shy wife becomes comfortable with her sexuality and thrives off the power she gets by teasing you.

Arnav Singh Raizada was perhaps the most sexually frustrated individual at the party being held at Shantivan (obviously untrue, but he’s allowed to throw a pity party once in a while). The house was filled with guests – the bane of his existence at the moment - because NK was getting married, having found a woman that found his butchering of the Hindi language adorable and his personality loveable. Arnav was happy for his cousin; even though NK annoyed the hell out of him sometimes, Arnav knew that NK had a heart of gold and deserved all the happiness in the world. The wedding itself wasn’t the problem, rather, Arnav was unhappy with the fact that his beautiful wife had been running around everywhere for the past week. He was aggravated by the fact that he couldn’t even kiss his wife without being interrupted.

Every time he thought that he finally had a few minutes alone with her, someone burst in to interrupt them or called for her. His wife’s eyes would twinkle with mirth every time they got interrupted and she would peck his lips and tell him to be patient before she fixed herself and ran out the room at the speed of light. It really made him wonder how Shantivan functioned before Khushi, even the thought seemed impossible now.

Arnav was sure that she was rather enjoying torturing him like this, although Arnav acknowledged it wasn’t really her fault, but she was definitely laughing at his obvious frustration. He often wondered if it was payback for having teased her so much – especially about their suhaag raat. He recalled her running around everywhere, pretending to be busy – but the problem now was that she was actually busy.

Khushi worked way too hard throughout the day and by the end of the day he practically had to carry her up to their room and force her to sleep before she fainted from exhaustion. His wife loved planning weddings - being a part of the festivities and creating more work for herself with her elaborate schemes. It worried him so much that he had left strict instructions for Hari Prakash, who was to ensure that Khushi ate and took a break once in while when Arnav wasn’t around to make sure she took care of herself.

Even now Arnav’s eyes followed his wife as she ran through the crowds, she was either mingling with relatives and friends or being pulled aside by family members to discuss last minute glitches. She looked absolutely ethereal in a sheer pale gold saree, it was an AR Design from the line that was inspired by her. The saree was handcrafted and adorned with the gold dots and had heavy work on the pallu. She had paired it with the kundan set he had gifted her on their anniversary. Arnav had literally come to a standstill when he saw her, if Anjali had not walked in to go over some last minute details, the saree would have been laying on their bedroom floor. Alas, the world was unkind to Arnav Singh Raizada and he just had to admire from afar while business associates chattered in his ear.

For the second time in his life, Arnav envied NK – the first time had been during Aakash’s wedding when he had immediately hit it off with Khushi and now he was envious because NK got to be attached to the hip of the woman he was getting engaged to while he had to admire his wife from afar.

Arnav excused himself from (boring!) speculations about the stock market when he saw his wife struggling to pick up a box. To an outside observer the scene screamed meet-cute (apart from the fact that the two people meeting were already married). Khushi had managed to get the box off the table but it was clear that she had miscalculated and could not support the weight of it, leading to some interesting stumbling. Arnav breezed through the crowd and got to her just in time, exclaiming, “Careful Khushi!” as he put his hand under the box to support the weight of it. Khushi’s eyes widened before she let out a sigh of relief and smiled up at her husband tentatively waiting for the why aren’t you more careful-why couldn’t you ask for help tirade.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he took the box and placed it back on the table. She nodded with a smile, she loved hearing that particular phrase, tum theek ho, for some reason. “What the hell is in this box? And why do you need to carry it?!” He said, sounding quite exasperated. “Hari Prakash!” Arnav yelled.

“Arnav ji, I was just helping HP, the caterer delivered the mithai late – and all packed into one box so I thought-”

“So you thought you would take the opportunity to fall and break something, of course.”  

“I was not falling!”

“Really? Was that a new dance move then?” He asked, his eyebrow arched.

“Haan!”

“Oh really?”

“Haan, really.”

“Shut up Khushi.”

Khushi’s mouth fell wide open before she snapped it close, her eyes narrowing and her face scrunching up – a tell tale sign that she was angry.

“Laad Governor! Listen, I am already quite annoyed with you, don’t upset me further!” Khushi said, stressing the word annoyed by saying it in English, a word she had heard her husband use often.

“Acha? What are you annoyed about Mrs. Raizada?” Arnav asked with a smirk, his voice deep and husky, as he gently grabbed her hand in his and pulled her to him with enough force to bring her right against him, essentially capturing her. Khushi’s breath hitched as his eyes strayed on her lips before he leaned in closer, her eyes closed in anticipation but he just ran his nose along her jaw.

“Khushi, you didn’t say why you are annoyed.” He murmured against her skin, his lips barely touching her but his breath hitting her neck and causing her to shiver. The room seemed to go silent for a moment and all she could hear was the sound of her own heart, the hair on the back of her neck stood erect and she gulped. She cursed her body for its reaction to him, wondering why she still reacted like this. Arnav moved away just a smidge, his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back again, slowly, causing her breath to hitch. Arnav’s mind went blank for a second, just like it seemed to every time he was this close to her, he always meant to fluster her but her proximity never failed to leave him flustered as well – albeit he was a lot better than his wife at hiding how flustered he was.

“Uh – that-” Khushi started to answer but stopped short when his other hand, the one that wasn’t holding her wrist, started rubbing circles into her bare back.

“Hmmmm.” He hummed when Khushi stopped short, his thumb grazing the bottom of the back of her blouse.

“Y-y-you didn’t say anything about the saree.” She murmured as his finger slipped under the bottom of her blouse causing her back to arch towards him. Khushi had gotten used to her husband’s compliments and it was odd to not hear them.

“Ahhhh.” He realized, an impish smile growing on his face as he pulled his wife flush against him and leaned down so he could speak into her ear. He felt her stiffen as his lips grazed her outer ear, and he could feel the goosebumps erupt on the arm he was holding behind her back. “Well, Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, you ran out of the room before I could even process how beautiful you look – if you had waited for another few seconds I would have let you know that you look like a goddess and we would have been very late to the engagement party.”  He whispered, his tone suggestive. “In fact, we can skip out right now, I don’t think people will notice.”

The mention of people effectively brought Khushi out of her trance, her wide eyes looked around the room – although they were in a secluded corner anyone could walk by. “Arnav ji, let me go.” She murmured trying to get away, alas her husband was a lot stronger than her and had no intention of letting her go at the moment. He pulled her even closer.

“Arnav ji, please.” She whispered putting her hands on his chest, but her voice was raspy and it seemed to ask him to come closer rather than move away. If Khushi was honest, she didn’t want him to let go, especially not after she put her hands on his chest and felt his heart hammering away under her hands.

Arnav shook his head lightly, placing a kiss on her nose. “Your nose is red.” He whispered huskily rubbing his nose against hers, his eyes closing as his forehead came to rest against hers. Khushi’s eyes closed on their own accord as she tried to regulate her breathing, it didn’t help though, because with every breath she inhaled his intoxicating scent, a scent she often sprayed on his pillow to fall asleep on nights when he wasn’t at home. Her knees were threatening to give out underneath her, if it wasn’t for the support of Arnav’s arms, she would have probably lost her balance.

She felt like she was ablaze even though their actions were seemingly innocent, he was just leaning his forehead against her but the fact that he was so close that she could feel their breaths mingling and the heat emanating from his body made it so sensual. She was about to speak but she let out a gasp when she felt one of his hands come up and caress her cheek softly, but with enough pressure that his touch left tingles in its wake. She felt him move back a bit and her eyes opened and met his, he was staring at her intently, his fingers caressing the lines of her face, he traced her cheek, and then her chin. She gulped when his eyes flickered down to her lips yet again, she could feel the air thicken around them as he slowly ran his thumb across her bottom lip, she let out an involuntary moan and his eyes grew wide before they flew to hers.

“Arnav-” She meant to say more, to remind him that there were people around, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was his name, and it sounded more like a moan than it did as the warning she wanted it to be. His hold on her didn’t loosen, he moved in even closer, something she thought wasn’t possible, his chest touched hers with every breath he took. Khushi had to hold back a groan because she could feel her nipples harden under her blouse with every breath and she could feel the familiar knot in her stomach tightening. She stifled a moan when his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, his eyes locked with hers.

They were so engrossed in each other and failed to hear the footsteps heading towards them. “Oh, not again.” Aakash groaned as he turned the corner and saw his brother and sister-in-law. It was quite a scene, Khushi was pressed up against Arnav, her hands resting on his chest, one of his hands up the back of her blouse, and their faces were a mere few inches away. Khushi tried to push away from Arnav but he held her close and turned to Aakash.

“Did you need something Aakash?” He asked, his voice even, his eyebrow arched.

“Di is looking for Khushi ji.” Aakash said. “So if you’re done…” He smirked causing Arnav to narrow his eyes. “I’ll go.” Aakash said scurrying away.

“Hai Devi Maiyaa, this is so embarrassing.” Khushi murmured watching her Jija Ji scurry away.

“How so? You’re my wife, we’re not doing anything wrong -”

“You – ugh, let it be. Arnav Ji, let me go please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She said but it sounded more like a question.

“Can I interest you in a quickie?” He teased causing her to blush and throw her hand over his mouth to silence him.

“You’re – you’re so shameless! Someone is going to hear you!” She said. “Let go, please.”

“Nope.”

“What do you want?” She asked narrowing her eyes at him.

“You know what I want.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

Khushi smiled up at him, his hands dragging down his chest as she leaned up to kiss his cheek but her lips didn’t meet his cheek, rather her hand dragged over the crotch of his pants causing Arnav’s eyes to widen. His grip on her hand loosened every so slightly and Khushi was about to lean up to whisper in his ear when she caught sight of a cream saree. “Nani Ji!” Khushi exclaimed trying to push Arnav away.

“Haha Khushi, I am not falling for that.” He murmured about to lean down to kiss her when he heard a throat clear behind him. Arnav’s eyes widened comically as he let go of Khushi, it was quite difficult to surprise Arnav Singh Raizada but being caught canoodling with his wife by his grandmother of all people was definitely surprising.

“If you don’t have a problem with it, may I steal Khushi bititya away from you?” Nani said as he turned around, one of her eyebrows arched and a disapproving look on her face that did not intimidate anyone due to the fact that she was fighting a smile and failing.

“Of course.” Arnav said, calmly while his wife freaked out for the both of them. She followed Nani quietly turning to look at her husband who had the audacity to wink at her.

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The best laid plans of Arnav Singh Raizada only go awry when they concern spending time with his wife. He had overheard his staff clamouring about the newest Salman Khan movie – he knew enough from Khushi to conclude that it was the second installment of the cop movie with the weird dance move. He knew that nothing would make his wife happier than to go see the movie but he wasn’t a fan of crowded movie theatres.

So, he did what any loving (and rich!) husband would do. He rented out a private screening room in the hottest theatre in town, it had opened recently and promised viewers a lavish and comfortable experience. They had couches instead of movie seats, and also housed a great restaurant on site.

He was relishing the opportunity to spend some time with his wife alone, but then Di had overheard him and came to the conclusion that Arnav wanted to take the family out – considering their cousins from Australia had also been wanting to see the movie. Arnav could not refuse, which is why he looked rather defeated as he walked into the theatre beside his wife after dinner.

Although he hadn’t told Khushi of his original plan, she understood her husband well enough to catch the general gist of what he was trying to do. Khushi let everyone settle into their respective couches and pulled her husband all the way to the back by the door, away from their family. Arnav arched his eyebrow at her in question but she just leaned up and kissed his cheek before sitting down on the grey couch, crossing her legs, pulling her husband right beside her and snuggling into his side.

Arnav smiled and pulled her closer as she grabbed the soft grey blanket provided and threw it over their legs. “Thank you.” She said quietly, her eyes shining with happiness as he looked down at her. She had been ecstatic when she learned that they were going to the movies, she didn’t think she’d have the chance to see this one in theatre considering all that was going on.

“You would totally leave me for Salman Khan, wouldn’t you?” He teased.

“Of course.” She laughed snuggling further into him but she pulled away when he stiffened, she looked up to see that he looked rather crestfallen. “Arnav Ji, you know I am joking! I would never-” She stopped short when a chuckle escaped him.

“You’re so easy to tease.” He said tapping her nose as the room darkened, Khushi made a hmph sound while lightly slapping his arm before cuddling into his side again pulling his hand into hers and holding it tightly.

“Laad Governor.” She whispered as everyone around them quietened.

“Always.” He whispered back as his wife’s attention as drawn to the screen.

Arnav genuinely tried to watch the movie – but he was bored within the first twenty minutes. As always, the story was predictable and he honestly felt that most Salman Khan movies were very similar. He looked down at his wife, her eyes were glued onto the screen, an excited smile on her face. She occasionally squeezed his hand, which was in hers and resting on his knee, when she was amused. At least one of them was enjoying the movie. Arnav’s eyes scanned the dark hall, illuminated by the screen. He caught sight of Payal and Aakash whispering to each other and his cousins throwing popcorn at the back of NK’s head. His Mami and Di had their eyes glued to the screen.

He looked back down at his wife when he felt her hand move from his knee to find her staring right back at him, her face flushed, his eyes flashed back at the screen but didn’t find anything that would elicit the pink tinge in her cheeks. He looked back down at her and arched his eyebrow. She shook her head and looked away, her face turning even redder, her breathing a bit louder than usual. Arnav watched his wife closely as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before moving her lips quickly as if she was talking to herself.

“What’s wrong, Khushi?” He whispered into her ear, she stiffened in his arm and shook her head again. Arnav’s fingers traced over her wrist, and noticed her gulp. “Khushi.” He murmured, his voice husky, as he pulled slightly on her chin so she would face him. “What’s wrong?” He asked imploringly while looking into her eyes.

Her eyes seemed unfocused and she took a deep breath again before tentatively answering him. “I was going to…try something, and then I couldn’t.” She murmured trying to pull away but he didn’t let her go.

“Try something?” He asked, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion. But she didn’t answer, she just blushed prettily and pulled her gaze away firmly.

Arnav Singh Raizada was great at collecting information and arriving at a possible conclusion – a skill honed by his years at AR. He thought back to what had brought his attention back to Khushi – her hand moving from his knee, particularly up his leg. And she was looking at him, her face was flushed, her breathing louder and her eyes unfocused. Arnav looked down at his wife again noticing that she was biting her bottom lip. That was the last clue he needed to arrive at his conclusion – his wife was turned on – he knew how to recognize the signs.

His lips pulled up in a smile as he realized what she was probably trying to do. His wife had come really far in being comfortable with her sexuality and sex in general – but there were still some things that she was hesitant about.

Arnav pulled his hands out of hers and placed it on her knee, under her kameez, he felt her stiffen again and look up at him. He looked right back at her as he slowly dragged his hand up her thigh, he was glad that she was sitting cross-legged on the sofa because it allowed him to easily move his hand from the front of her thigh to the inside. Her eyes widened as his fingers lightly traced over her womanhood over the cloth of her pajami.

“Is this what you were going to try?” He whispered into her ear as his finger moved up and down along her heat, slowly. She let out a small gasp that no one would hear over the blaring sound of the movie. She didn’t answer, he stilled his fingers. “Khushi, I asked you a question.” He murmured his voice husky, he felt and saw the shiver that ran through her as she nodded.

“Hm, and why did you stop?” He asked, using the heel of his palm to rub against her, her eyes closed at the feeling. He stilled when she didn’t answer again and looked at her expectantly.

“I was embarrassed.” She murmured, he moved his hand upwards and pulled on the elastic band of her pajami, his hand easily pulling it down slightly. He ran his fingers along her covered slit, he could feel the heat over the thin layer of her panties, and he let out a very low groan when he felt the wetness.

“Of what?” He murmured running his finger up and down her slit over and over again. She bit her lip to stop a moan and took a deep breath in before she answered.

“Of someone catching us…but mostly your reaction.” She mumbled, her eyes flickering to the screen where a loud dance number seemed to have started.

“Well Mrs. Raizada.” He whispered while pulling her panties to the side. “We’re sitting all the way at the back of a dark theatre, covered by a blanket so no one is going to catch us unless you scream.” Khushi bit her lip hard as his finger met her wetness without any barriers. “And my reaction would be pretty similar to what yours is now.” He added, biting her ear as he ran his nail over her clit. Khushi’s eyes closed as he teased her slowly. “Eyes on the screen Khushi, at least pretend to be interested.” He whispered into her ear as his finger moved down her slit and to her opening.

“Arnav.” She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, groaning quietly in her ear as he felt her wetness and warmth around him.

“Shhh, Khushi. You have to be quiet.” He whispered in her ear as he slowly moved his finger in and out. She bit her lip to stop a moan when he added a second finger, his thumb rubbing circles into her clit. He smiled as her back arched in frustration, he could tell that she wanted to move against his fingers so he would move faster but he deliberately went slow.

She gripped his upper arm tightly, and looked up at him pleadingly, moving her hips slightly as she bit down harshly on her bottom lip. “Eyes on the screen, Khushi.” He murmured as he sped up, his movements sharp and his fingers moving easily with how wet she was.  He picked up the pace of his fingers, sliding deeper and harder into her, he rubbed the nail of his thumb against her clit, the sharp sensation along with the rapid movement making her arch her back further as she gasped.

“Khushi.” He warned, slowing down so she didn’t scream.

“Arnav, please.” She mumbled.

“You have to quiet.” He murmured, the song had come to an end – and although the sound was still quite loud it would be a lot easier to pick up sounds between dialogues that it had been between the song. She nodded, closing her mouth and pressing her lips together as he resumed the movements. His fingers arched deep inside her, rubbing against the spot that always made her scream. She was fighting back the urge now but her body was writhing as she struggled to stay in her seat, her other hand grabbed the sofa cushion tightly.

“Maybe I should stop right now.” He murmured into her ear but continued thrusting his fingers into her. “So you can feel my pain too.” He added referring back to what he had dubbed the week from hell. He had to stifle his laughter as her head whipped up and her eyes met his, giving him an angry look. “Tuck your face into my shoulder.” He murmured when he felt her insides quivering, he sped up just a tad and he felt her convulse around his fingers. Her back arched and she moved her hips, pushing him deeper inside her as she bit his arm to keep quiet. He let out a soft groan at the feeling of her coming around his fingers, it had been too long.

Khushi’s body felt like jelly as she felt his fingers slide out of her, she had to hold back a groan at the loss of the fullness she felt. Her eyes met her husbands’ as he pulled his hand out of her pajami, fixing her clothes in the process. His eyes locked with hers and he licked his fingers clean. Khushi’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed causing him to wink at her. He was thoroughly fascinated and amused by the duality of his wife’s behaviour – at times she would flush and seemed rather embarrassed by anything remotely sexual but at other times she was a seductress, pushing him onto their bed and having her way with him. He enjoyed both aspects of her, he really enjoyed it when she let herself go and acted on her desires without overthinking things though.

He could tell that her mind was working a mile a minute as the two of them just sat in their seats, their eyes locked, completely uninterested in the movie that was playing. He could see his own desire reflected in her eyes.

Khushi’s eyes trailed down her husband’s body, stopping at his crotch, his pants were tight enough for her to realize how turned on her husband was. Her eyes flashed back up to his and he arched his eyebrow at her. “Arnav ji, lets go.” She whispered.

“Where?” He asked surprised.

“Home.” She whispered.  

“But the movie?” He asked, surprised that she would even think of leaving a Salman Khan movie.

“I don’t care right now.” She murmured, her face turning even redder. If someone asked her what the movie was about she would only be able to recount the first 30 minutes anyways.

“Khushi-” Arnav was about to say something to her when the overhead lights all turned on, his eyes turned to the screen to see that it was the intermission.

Khushi’s eyes grew wide and turned towards the front of the room but everyone seemed to be preoccupied with their neighbours, discussing the movie. Anjali, who was sitting four rows ahead of them turned around to face them with a smile. But her smile fell quickly when she saw how red Khushi was and how tense her brother looked.

“Khushi ji, are you okay?” Anjali asked, concern dripping from her voice. Khushi opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out.

“She’s not feeling to well Di, I think I’ll take her home now.” Arnav suggested to Anjali while squeezing his wife’s hand.

“Of course. Would you like me to come with you?” Anjali asked but Arnav shook his head before the sentence had even ended.

“It’s all right Di, there is no reason for you to come with. I think Khushi is just tired with running around everywhere, I’ll take her home. Enjoy the movie and we’ll see you all later.” He said, his voice even. Khushi just nodded at her sister-in-law.

“Okay, Khushi ji, I hope you feel better soon. Get some rest.” Anjali said with a smile.

“I doubt she’s getting any rest.” Arnav mumbled under his breath causing Khushi to elbow him conspicuously as she got up off the sofa, “Walk in front of me.” Arnav whispered causing Khushi’s blush to deepen when she realized the reason for the request. She walked in front of her husband as they exited the theatre quickly hoping to avoid the rest of the family.

“I can’t believe you left a Salman Khan movie.” Arnav teased to break the silence as they walked towards the car.  The parking lot was silent and dark considering the last shows for the day were running and everyone was inside.

“I can’t believe you did that with our family in the same room.” She said looking over her shoulder, although she wasn’t really protesting inside thinking about it now made her wonder what possessed her. Maybe it was the dark theatre and the proximity of her husband.

“It was your idea wifey, and you weren’t exactly complaining.” He teased as they approached the car.

Khushi turned around as soon as she reached the car, she was going to say something but before she could even open her mouth her husband had her pinned against the passenger side of the car. Khushi let out a small moan at the feel of his body pressed into her, she could feel his hardness against her stomach and just like that the hesitancy that had cropped up disappeared all together.

Arnav leaned down and took her lips in a frenzied kiss, his hands trailing down his wife’s body and resting at her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands found their way around his shoulder and her fingers tangled into the short hair at the base of his neck, scratching and pulling. He bit her bottom lip roughly causing her to moan and open her mouth to him, and she felt herself melt into him like always. Her hands pulled him closer, their teeth clashing together at her impatience. She slowly gyrated her hips against his, feeling his hardness and causing him to groan against her mouth.

“You’re killing me. Home.” He whispered pulling away slowly. Khushi felt her breath hitch at the look in his eyes, she just nodded as he opened her door and motioned for her to get in. She heard the groan that was probably not meant for her ears as he closed her door and walked around the car to the driver’s side.

Khushi’s eyes stayed on her husband as he drove, and his eyes stayed on the road in order to not kill them before they got home. Khushi was an expert at reading Arnav Singh Raizada – and at the moment he was very frustrated, his hands were gripping the steering wheel too tightly, he changed the gear with more force than needed and he didn’t hit the breaks smoothly. He was definitely going over the speed limit but the roads were thankfully not too busy.

“Stop staring at me Khushi.” He murmured as he changed lanes to overtake a smaller car.

“You stare at me all the time.” She retorted, and it was true, she could always feel his eyes following her around a room. The past week had been almost unbearable because every time she turned around he had that come hither look in his eyes that she found hard to resist.

“You’re distracting me.” He said.

“Really, I thought the Arnav Singh Raizada was immune to distractions.” She teased placing her hand on his thigh close to his crotch. The car swerved sharply to the left for a moment and Khushi let out a giggle. “I guess not then.” She laughed.

“Behave Khushi.” He chastised her, finally looking over at her. She had a smile on her face and a mischievous look in her eyes. He knew that Khushi derived immense pleasure and satisfaction from throwing him off guard and teasing him. She had claimed that she was rather impressed by the power she had over ASR.

Her fingers continued to stroke his thighs over his black slacks, slowly, in circles. “Khushi.” He warned again.

“I didn’t say anything before.” She murmured running her hands further up his thigh running her hands over the zipper of his slacks. Arnav took a deep breath in as he felt Khushi unzip his pants and reach inside his pants to grasp him, slowly running her hand up and down the hard flesh. “Slow down.” She murmured when he steadily increased the speed of the car, his foot pressing down on the pedal.

“That’s enough.” Arnav murmured as he pulled off the main road and onto a smaller road.

“You’re going the wrong way.” Khushi murmured, her hand stopping its slow up and down movement and moving away.

“Am I?” He murmured as he turned onto another road, and Khushi’s eyes lit up in recognition. He was going to the Raizada cottage, the one where his mother had planted the elaborate rose garden.

“I thought we were going home.” Khushi replied as the car pulled onto the unpaved road that led to the house. He pressed the breaks abruptly as soon as the house appeared in front of them and put the car in park.

“I can’t do this at home, can I?” He said turning to her and unbuckling her belt while pushing his seat as far back as it would go. He caught her lips with his teeth before kissing her, his head slanting as he thrust his tongue along hers pulling her up off her seat and onto his lap in the process. It wasn’t as smooth as expected and Khushi let out a moan, of pain, as her leg hit the gear shift.

“Sorry, are you okay?” He murmured against her lips as she settled into his lap. She nodded as her hands went around his shoulders, locking behind the driver’s seat. His hands came to rest at the bottom of her back.

“Mhmm.” Khushi responded while taking his bottom lip between her teeth and biting down gently. Her hand slipped down the front of his body to grasp his hardness again as her tongue dueled with his, meeting him thrust for thrust.  

Her lips broke off from his but didn’t leave his skin, she trailed kisses down his stubbly cheek and then his neck, tracing the muscles of his neck with her tongue and running her teeth over his Adam’s apple causing him to groan as her hands moved up and down his cock, her touch soft yet firm.

His own hands worked their way up to the zipper at the back of her kameez, unzipping it all the way to the bottom of her spine. He pushed her away from her a little to grasp the shirt and throw it over her head onto the dashboard, leaving her clad in a pale pink bra which thankfully opened at the front. It met the same fate as her shirt and landed on the dashboard.  

Khushi’s hand left his cock to unbutton his pants, and pull his shirt out, she frantically unbuttoned the shirt before moving her hands along his abs and up his chest and to his shoulders to slide the shirt off, he moved up slightly so the shirt fell behind him, her hands grasped it and threw it onto the backseat.

His hands slid up to her breasts, cupping the weight in his hands and squeezing lightly as she moved to start kissing and biting down his exposed upper body, her hands running over the indents and bulges of his upper body. Her hands wrap around his dick again, this time with more pressure causing him to instinctively lean into her touch.

He let out a moan and feels her smile against his chest, she loved the heavy weight and heat of him in her palm. She moved back slightly, meeting his eyes and revelling at his slackened jaw. She could feel the painful throbbing between her own legs return despite her earlier orgasm.

“Fuck Khushi.” He let out a loud moan when she traced his slit with the pad of her thumb. “Stop.” He groaned.

A couple of months ago Khushi would have let go of him and flushed red, thinking she did something wrong. But now she knew that it wasn’t that she was doing things wrong, she was doing them too right - he had taught her exactly how to touch her by whispering instructions in her ear in their dark room.

“Lean back.” Arnav murmured as he tried to pull her pants down. It was a struggle considering that she was straddling him.

“Ahhh!” Khushi screamed in shock when she leaned back too much and the horn let out a blare. The two of them paused for a second before laughter filled the car. Khushi wiggled back to the passenger side seat again with a chuckle and wiggled out of her pajami and panties as Arnav pushed his pants and boxers down.

“Come here.” He murmured pulling her back to straddle him, her knees resting on either side of the narrow seat. He pulled her flush against him, running his length along her slit. They both let out a moan at the feeling, she was definitely ready for him.

Arnav grabbed his dick with one hand and lined himself up with her entrance allowing her to slowly sink onto him. Khushi let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her until he was fully sheathed inside her. Khushi’s eyes opened and met his, he watched her intently, her mouth was wide open and she looked rather satisfied.

“It’s been way too long.” Arnav murmured, his forehead resting against hers as his hands moved to her hips, digging into the skin, and helping her move on top of him. They quickly established a steady rhythm, the car filled with sounds of loud moans and quiet sighs as they moved against each other. Their lips found each other’s between moans and their hands travelled and grasped naked skin.

Arnav pulled on a lever to the side of his seat, reclining it back even further. Khushi moaned in appreciation as her hands came to rest on his chest, she pushed against him to move herself on top of him. Arnav groaned watching his cock slip in and out of his wife. His hands grasped her hips again as he helped her move faster on top of him, he watched as her breasts swayed and leaned up to take a peak into his mouth, biting down on her nipple softly.

“Arnavvvvvvvvv.” She moaned. “More.”

Arnav’s arms tightened around her waist, holding her as he moved with her increasing the pace and causing Khushi to let out little whimpers with each hard thrust of his hips against hers. Her whimpers grew louder and he let out a groan as her walls started clenching around him. She fell forward, burying her face into the crook of his neck, letting out a loud moan at the change of angle. She bit his shoulder as she felt the coil in her stomach snap and her orgasm rushed through her as he pulsed inside her.

“I can’t…I can’t breathe.” Khushi whispered seconds later, pulling back panting, her eyes locked on Arnav’s. Arnav grinned at her watching her eyes flutter shut, she looked beautiful – her face flushed, her hair a mess, and her lipstick smeared across her chin.

"You better catch your breath then Mrs. Raizada because we’re not done yet.” He whispered.

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The afternoon sun escaped between the curtains into the kitchen as Khushi stood hovering over a huge pile of jalebis.

She was ill, she knew it. She had been sure when her acidity spikes made her uneasy. Once she felt her palpitations, she had spent hours with Payal’s encyclopaedias to figure out heart conditions affecting young girls. Only for Payal to slam it shut when she refused to sleep after searching every nook and cranny of that poor, worn out book.

She was almost in tears now. She was going to die now, wasn’t she?

“Illnesses which plague the young don’t take much time to act” her buaji’s voice echoed in her head. She had ignored buaji’s words as an old wives tale, but look where it has brought her. Dead at eighteen!

But why? Is it the Delhi air?She chewed her lips mercilessly as she thought of her ‘symptoms’. Her eyes fell on the pile of jalebis and she froze. On top was a jalebi shaped in beautiful Devanagari script.

One word- Arnav.

Her acidity spiked as if on cue and her heart felt as if it would give it.

“He devi mayaa!”

She closed her eyes as the laad governor's face floated across. His eyes looking like melted chocolate, his eyebrows with their perfect arch, his lips and their perf-

She stopped short, gasping in shame as her face flooded with colour.

She was going to die indeed. He was going to be the death of her. A soft smile stole up her lips as she recalled what Payal’s book had revealed to her. And the soft flutter of butterflies in her stomach made them known- ‘collywobbles’

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Khushi waited by the terrace with bated breath. The fairy lights, the reds, the stage, the beauty in the darkness - it all had one name to it.

Arnav Singh Raizada

But since when was Arnav so expressive? Khushi chuckled at the thought of Arnav, in his three piece suit, fixing the stage up. And that's when one niggling thought crossed her mind.

Could Arnav really do this?

But they hadn't even shared a word of what they shared in between them. But today he wanted to.

The door swung upon and Khushi closed her eyes tight, wringing the corner of her dupatta.

Arnav did not know what was more endearing - the fact that Khushi decorated the whole terrace by herself, perhaps knowing what he wanted to say, or that she was standing in the middle of her own decorations where her eyes closed.

Bilkul pagaal hai

"And I thought I was uncomfortable with my feelings but you amaze me Khushi Kumari Gupta. You can barely watch what you're doing?"

Khushi colored at the familiar snark, she was about to reply but his face was so soft, the smile so mischievous, that she found herself shy again.

"Dekhiye-" She said.

"Dikhaaye,-" Arnav quipped, taking two confident steps towards her.

"Suniye-"

"Sunaiye-" Arnav stood by the stage, him and Khushi eye level at this point. Khushi bit back a smile.

"Hum yeh kehna chahte hai that I am not uncomfortable with my feelings unlike someone who smiles as frequently as the blue moon's appearance. I don't hide anything at all." Khushi, proud of her speech, looked away.

Arnav laughed. So much for her directness that she couldn't even meet his eyes?

"Please Khushi, you know you're good at hiding truths." Khushi was caught aback. The words hit closer than expected. Arnav had never been more earnest in life.

And Khushi had never been aware of just how much she cared for this man until now. The truth of Shyam Manohar Jha, one that felt like acid in her heart, must be revealed to this family.

But it would come at the cost of her and Arnav's... what were they? It wasn't a relationship. She was scared to call it love. It was nameless yet potent.

God, couldn't she be selfish for once?

"What happened?" Arnav frowned, brushing his fingers against her bangs. His bravado was wavering. Khushi had no idea that his entire being was resting on her acceptance of him. It was silly that someone could mean so much that despite all accomplishment their yes could be the most validating moment.

Was it ok to surrender so much to someone in love?

Khushi's eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with her hair.

Yes

"Khushi, I want to tell you something." He stepped up the stage and Khushi, for once, did not step back.

"But before that, I must admit, all of this is very pretty." Arnav pointed to the decoration. Khushi frowned, was Arnav Singh Raizada such a Laad Governor to praise his own decorations?

Arnav Singh Raizada was unbelievable!

"What? No, you did-" Arnav clarified and they both realized that neither decorated the place.

Then just who did?

Di?

"Di-" "-Anjali ji-"

Arnav and Khushi burst into chuckles. To think they were setup by the ever sweet Anjali Jha! Khushi laughed till her stomach hurt and she clutched his shoulder, resting her head to calm down.

Here they were, unable to tell three words, while the whole world had caught onto their poorly kept secret.

Arnav held Khushi in his arms, and after a moment as their laughter subsided, he wrapped her in a gentle, tentative hug. Khushi looked up, her own hands locked around him, her cheeks flushed from laughing.

"Khushi, mujhe farak padta hai." Arnav confessed.

"From your smiles to your tears, har cheez se farak padta hai." He continued.

"Because-"

"-me too." Khushi confessed.

"Hum aapse, hum aapke bina..." No word could justify the extent of her confession.

"I love you." Arnav said, wiping the slight tear of joy from the corner of her eyes. Khushi gave him the biggest smile and squeezed him tight in a hug.

With a force that nearly toppled him over.

-- -- --

"You didn't say it back-" Arnav whispered as they tried to make an invisible, dignified entrance towards the living room where the marriage proceedings had begun.

"Read my mind for a change," Khushi whispered back, slapping his hand away from her waist.

"What the-"

"Not now! Everyone's watching." Khushi shushed him.

"So?" Arnav grabbed her hand, pleased at the sight of his gifted bangles chiming.

"Arnav ji, we're in the middle of a wedding. Our families are here. It will take them one second to place us in the mandap and get us married as well." Khushi reasoned.

Arnav stopped on the stairs, and for once marriage didn't frighten him. Khushi kept muttering something on the side - which he didn't quite pick up on.

"Don't tell me you're ready?" Khushi asked, her eyes as round as saucers.

Arnav shrugged.

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"Gladly," Arnav chuckled and pinched her waist. Khushi shrieked and all heads turned to her side. And, miraculously, when she glared at him - Arnav Singh Raizada was found ten feet away checking out the quality of curtains Shantivan had.

"Woh, woh, JIJI I AM SO HAPPY YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!" Khushi yelled and ran down the stairs, shooting him a quick wink before nearly toppling her sister off the mandap as well with a fierce hugs.

Anjali watched her brother gaze fondly at Khushi from on top of the stairs.

Finally!

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Hi folks!

This blog passed a follower milestone recently so I thought we could celebrate with something I’ve worked on for more than a year. It took a long time because I didn’t get a positive reception when I first shared it with a friend -- it made her super uncomfortable -- but I really like the concept!!

So here we are. It’s taken me a while to feel confident enough to share this. Also, a lot of the credit goes to @puranijeans, who is one of the most amazing people ever!

But fair warning, this is very explicit and contains a scenario that has the potential to make people uncomfortable.

Please proceed with caution, and be kind :)

“Welcome Arnav-bhaiya,” HP greeted him at the door, “Di asked for—”

“—No,” he groaned, “Later. Where’s Khushi?”

“Upstairs,” came the soft reply.

A headache pulsed between his eyes as he climbed up the stairs. He found Khushi perched on the sofa, fiddling with the laundry. He locked the door.

“Arnav-ji!”, she greeted him brightly, the red bangles on her wrists clinking softly as she worked, “I was just thinking about—”

His wife squealed as he lifted her from the sofa and deposited her on the bed, where he joined her after kicking off his shoes. Seconds later, he was wrapped around her, seeking solace in her familiar warmth, burying his face against her neck to breathe in her jasmine scent.

She was silent. The pounding in his head subsided in slow increments as her hand came up to stroke his hair.

“Bad day?” she asked softly.

Arnav groaned into her shoulder, sliding his leg across hers and pulling her closer. She seemed to understand.

“Aarav is staying with Jiji and Aakash-ji,” her fingers rubbed soothing circles into his scalp as his eyes fluttered closed, “He wants to sleep in Alok’s room.”

“Mmmkay.”

Here, he was finally at peace. Here, he was home.

And then, he became aware of another ache as serenity flooded his limbs. He stirred, his body responding almost instantly as he kissed Khushi’s shoulder, her neck, her jaw.

When she didn’t move, Arnav tilted his head to consider her before realizing that she was fast asleep.

“Pagal,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he tapped out a message to Di to let her know that he and Khushi would organize their own dinner and were not to be disturbed. And then he settled beside his wife, his breathing slowing to match hers.

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There was warmth. Exquisite warmth. Followed by lightning.

He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest, as his eyes blinked open. And in that instant, that split second between asleep and awake, he became aware of three things.

It was dark. The sun had long since set and their bedroom was lit only by pale moonlight shining through a gap in the curtains and the soft glow of fairy lights.

His wife was no longer beside him. She was between his knees.

He was fully aroused.

Arnav looked downward. The warmth was her mouth.

“Fuck.”

Her eyes had been trained on him, and as he lifted his head to get a better look, she raised her eyebrows at him in question – Should I stop?

Hell no.

Tangling a hand in her hair, he moved slightly to encourage her to continue. She did. For many long minutes, his mind was blissfully blank, aware only of the magic his wife was creating.

But into this ecstasy crept another thought.

He didn’t want to chase oblivion alone.

“Stop,” he rasped.

She froze, allowing him a moment to catch his breath, and then blushed as their gazes clashed.

“Come here.”

But to his utter bewilderment, she shook her head. 

She whispered, “I want to do this.”

“Khushi …” his tone sharpened with command.

She gave a small shrug as she settled back down, and within moments, had resumed her work. She did something with her tongue that drove all thought from his mind.

He was close.

“Babe …” he warned.

She rose up, quickly replacing her lips with her hand and covering him with a handful of tissues. His pleasure built at the base of his spine, tightening, and then his entire being coiled and shattered.

When air returned to his lungs, he opened his eyes to find Khushi watching him carefully. She came easily when he reached for her, stretching out alongside him as he buried his nose in her hair.

“What was that?” he whispered.

Khushi turned away, hiding her face, as she mumbled, “When I woke up you were …”

Her hand waved briefly in the air, a gesture he took to mean aroused.

“… and so I thought …” she lapsed into silence.

Half a dozen teasing remarks came into his mind, but an awareness swept through Arnav as he started to deliver his favourite. Khushi was trembling.

“Are you cold?”

She shook her head.

“What’s wrong?”

Two minutes passed in silence. Then another two. His fingers tightened at her waist as he waited. And finally,

“I’m sorry,” her voice was small, “I won’t do it again.”

“What the—!?”

Arnav turned her around gently and forced her to meet his eyes. His pulse stuttered at the sight of tears.

“Khushi …” he wiped them away with his thumb as she gave a little sob.

“I thought it was a good idea but …”

“But …” he prompted, frowning.

“It’s not right.”

“It’s not … right? What do you mean? It’s hardly the first time you’ve …”

“But never while you were as-asleep,” another sniffle as she tried to hide fresh tears, “I shouldn’t have …”

“Okay,” Arnav gathered her close, “Ssshhh, don’t cry. Relax … it’s only me.”

It took some time, but she eventually quieted enough to listen.

“Khushi, you didn’t have to. Do you know that?”

She nodded miserably, “Yes.”

Arnav sat up, absently flicking his clothes back in order. Khushi had been … efficient … in the pursuit of her goal.

“So, what’s all this?” he indicated to her tears, “I would never expect you to do anything you weren’t willing to do.”

“I know,” Khushi looked away, “but I thought …”

“What did I tell you? That first night after we were married? Nothing happens unless we both want it. Even here. Especially here.”

“You’ll think I’m bad. Dirty.”

“What the hell?!”

It was hard to speak about, even to her, the person he loved and trusted and desired above all else. But he tried.

“It’s …” he took a deep breath, “It’s not about being bad or dirty. It’s about us. How we are with each other. We talk about it. We change the things that need changing.”

His wife rested her head on his shoulder, “Okay.”

“Are you alright now?” Arnav asked, tilting his head to watch her reaction as he trailed a finger down her cheek.

“I think … I think so.”

“Your trust means so much to me.”

“What if I … What if it’s too much?” she whispered.

“What’s too much?”

Khushi studied their duvet, “If I want too much?”

He grinned, his heart flooding with emotion as she blushed.

“You could never want me too much.”

She shoved him playfully, smiling, “Badmaash.”

He gave chase as she disentangled herself, grazing his teeth on her earlobe before whispering, “I am, but only with you.”

Khushi blushed again, trying to hide in the space between his head and shoulder. He stroked her hair as he twisted so he lay on his back.

“Khushi?”

She snuggled into him, humming contentedly, “Hmmm?”

“I have to tell you something.”

She shifted into her elbow so she could see him, already biting her lip with worry. He kissed her pout away before speaking.

“Do you remember my bachelor’s party? At the farmhouse? And the song you danced to?”

The spark that had briefly disappeared from her eyes returned with the memory. “Namak Ishq Ka. In the black sari that you gave me.”

Arnav struggled to control his grin, “Do you know what that song is about?”

“Love!” she answered with a smile.

“Uhhh … no,” he laughed, “That’s not it at all.”

Khushi poked his chest, “Why are you laughing? What is it about, then?”

“Think of the lyrics,” he prompted, still trying to contain his laughter.

She mouthed the chorus, still frowning adorably in confusion, and he watched as her features slowly melted into horror.

“Oh Devi Maiyya!! What did I do!?”

“You seduced me.”

“Oh but with that song. The things I did. The things I said. And you! You didn’t stop me!” she smacked his chest.

“Ow! I tried.”

“Arnav-ji!”

“Can I put in requests for the future? Dance for me again,” he counted on his fingers, lowering his voice intimately, “Seduce me again.”

And then he winked, “Wake me up like that again.”

“Arnav!” she was scandalised.

He flipped them around with a chuckle, nuzzling her neck affectionately, “I liked it.”

And then a soft kiss, “I love you, Khushi. Never change.”

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