Chapter 4 – Rekindling the Fire – Arshi FF
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Arshi FF | IPKKND| Arnav Singh Raizada| Khushi Kumari Gupta
Arnav nodded, leaning into her so his chest was now pressed plush to her breasts. He sighed. Khushi sighed too. As their breaths grew heavier, Arnav bent over her so his lips were just a kiss away from her.
“May I, Khushi?” he asked.
“You don’t need my permission,” she whispered.
“Does it mean I can kiss you at will?”
Lowering her head, Khushi nodded..
“You too, Khushi.” Arnav took her face in both his hands. “You too can kiss me at will.”
Khushi closed her eyes, sighing when his lips touched her cheek at first. She then felt a brush of his mouth to the corner of her mouth. She opened a slit in her eyes, and shivered to find him gazing at her with dark, drowsy eyes.
He then lowered his eyes to her quivering mouth.
His lips brushed against hers for the softest of kisses.
A soft moan left Khushi’s lips, surprising her at the softness of his mouth. Like the softest petals of roses he felt.
“So soft,” Arnav whispered, equally bewildered by what he was experiencing.
He tilted her face, flicking his eyes to hers again. He then brushed his mouth to hers again. Khushi sighed. The kiss was close mouthed, but his lips were firm against hers.
She felt his full mouth upon hers.
Arnav tilted his head to fit over her mouth at different angle as his sealed his lips over hers.
As he continued kissing her, she didn’t know at what precise moment she parted her lips for him.
She had done it because she’d wanted to catch a breath perhaps. But that was when she felt his hot tongue against the insides of her lower lip.
She shot her eyes wide open at the rush of electric jolts through her body.
“Arnavji,” she whimpered.
Arnav pulled back a little and held her eyes.
“Tum teek ho,” he whispered? ( Are you okay?)
Khushi welled, but she was confused. Was it because the intensity of the moment had scared her? Or was it because he had pulled away?
She gazed at his mouth with longing.
“You look at me like that all the time and expect me to behave,” he growled.
“I never asked you behave,” she blurted, but covered her mouth with her hand.
Arnav raised her brow, but then his eyes glittered.
Pushing her back into the wall, he crushed her lips with his this time. Khushi gasped but his mouth didn’t let her catch her breath. He was everywhere. His hands cupping her face, moving down to her waist. His tongue touching ever initiate part of her mouth, tasting her, plundering her, like she was the best flavour.
Soon all hesitation left Khushi. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she got up to her toes, wanting to match every stroke of his tongue. Arnav let her kiss him back, biting hard into her lip when she pulled back to catch her breath.
Their breaths were heavy, the air was cool, but Khushi’s forehead bagan to dampen.
“Khushi,” he called to her with longing. That was when she felt something poking into her belly and she shot her eyes open.
She had no idea what it was, but her instincts somehow warned her to stop.
“Arnavji,” she gasped as Arnav bit softly into her chin and moved down to grunt into the curve of her neck.
The poke in her belly was stiffer now. Her body reacted by grinding into his hips.
She moved her hand over his back, not wanting to push him away, but her tears also escaped the corner of her eyes.
But there was a little something niggling at the back of her mind. A glaring fact she had chosen to turn a blind-eye to.
She didn’t want him to stop, but it was what it was.
‘We’re not married, Arnavji,” she choked when Arnav pressed himself in her.
Arnav stopped in his tracks.
As he lifted his eyes to her, “Bina pheron ki kaisi shaadi, Arnavji?” Her tears slipped down her cheek. (There can never be a wedding without vows. And we never took our vows.)
“We’re not married.” She rested her hand on his chest, struggling with the dilemma of whether she wanted to push him away.
“You don’t need my permission. But you need to know we’re not married.”
“You knew all this while?” Arnav frowned.
Khushi widened her eyes to him, surprised he knew it too. He didn’t believe in god. He barely believed in the concept of marriage. She’d assumed all these months he’d never realised they weren’t married.
“You knew, yet you agreed? Why,” he asked?
“You said you’d ruin my sister’s marriage.”
“Don’t lie.” Arnav caught her cheeks in the rough hold of his figners and glared at her.
“I did what I thought was right in that moment. Living with you seemed like a better idea than living apart from you,” she choked.
“You wanted to live with me?” He gazed at her like he was hearing something so divine, he couldn’t come to terms with it. “Without marriage?”
“Not without marriage.” Wiping her tears, Khushi lowered her head. “But if this was what you were offering…”
“Khushi…” He shook his head.
“I did plan on telling you that we weren’t married before you’d touch me.”
“What if I’d not cared and taken you?”
She lifted her eyes to him. “I had faith you wouldn’t.”
Arnav nodded. “Thank you, for having such faith in me.”
She smiled, but wiped her tears. “You knew too,” she whispered? “Then why did you marry me like that.”
“I wanted to hurt you.” He pursed his lips. “I wanted you to burn every moment of the last six months in the knowledge that we were living together without marriage between us. You despised the idea of live-in. But by forcing it on you, it was my way of punishing you.”
“Punishment? Just for me?” She welled, wanting to ask him what punishment had he rolled out to Shyam over the last six months, given he had believed they were both having an affair. Why had he turned her life into hell, while his brother-in-law had never been made to suffer?
“Because you’re mine,” Arnav caught her hand and hissed in anger.
“How dare you?” He crushed her to his heart. “How dare you let him touch you?”
“I didn’t,” she choked. “I thought it was you.”
She was referring to the night of Payal and Akash’s wedding where the confusion had all begun.
While she’d gone to the terrace assuming Arnav had asked her to meet him. Shyam had turned up and taken her into his arms, begging her to love him back.
Later she had learnt Arnav had witnessed it all and misunderstood it all.
If only he had confronted her then so much heartbreak could have been avoided.
“You thought it was me?” Arnav lowered his eyes to her again, looking shocked all over.
“I found a note on the mirror. That same mirror where you were gazing at me. I thought it was you asking me to come meet you on the terrace.”
Arnav cursed under his breath and looked away. “For six friccking months,” he cursed again. “The image of you in his arms is burned into my memory so badly….” He clenched his eyes, as though wanting to erase it. “It hurt so bad, I wanted to hurt you too….and I did just that.”
He caught her arms, clasping them so tightly, Khushi winced. She’d bruise, she knew. But she wanted to be bruised. It had been so long since she’d worn his marks on her body.
But these were good bruises. These bruises came with his confessing his hurt to her.
“You’re mine, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.” he hissed, glaring at her with narrowed his eyes. “I hurt you because you belong to me.”
“But I take special care of all that belongs to me,” he added.
Before Khushi could react, Arnav strode back into the bedroom.
Khushi sucked in a deep breath and waited. One night had brought forth so many things, she needed time for it all to settle in.
But what warmed her was he hurt her because he was hurting too. That she was in Shyam’s arms had hurt him so deeply. That was enough to make her blush.
Arnav came back, looking all angry and grim.
Khushi prepared herself to be hurt all over. But he tossed the envelope in his hand at her face.
“So you don’t have any more confusion on whom you belong to,” he hissed, resuming his place in front of her.
Khushi widened her eyes and opened the envelope with shaky hands. With his hands resting on either side of her face and his breaths fanning her cheek, it wasn’t easy to keep her heart under check, but she managed to pulled out the paperwork within to see what it was.
But what met her eyes took her breath away.
“Marriage certificate,” she choked, flicking her eyes to Arnav.
She then searched the paperwork, touching her hands to Arnav’s bold, firm signature. Below was her own.
When had she signed it?
“You’re not the only one who can fool me into signing headless paperwork, Khushi Kumari Gupta….Singh Raizada.” He emphasised his last name now attached to hers forever.
She wasn’t listening to him, she was studying the paperwork with trembling hands. But with tears blurring her vision, she could barely read anything except Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta.
They were married.
She searched for the date. It was the date of Payal and Akash’s wedding. He had married her on the night when he had taken her to the temple and filled her parting with Sindoor. He hadn’t married her as per the Hindu ritual. But they were married through registry.
“I can’t believe this. We’ve been married all this while.”
“I’m cruel, not unlawful.” He cupped her cheek. “You’ve always been mine, Khushi. Always.”
“I had to put my name on your before anyone else got to you.” He clenched his jaw.
Put his name on her? Mark her as his own? He made her sound like a pet, a possession of some kind. But it only make her blush for some reason.
“Six months?” She shot her eyes to him. His promise to end the marriage six months later came back to her. Was that a lie too? Had he fooled her just to hurt her?
“I don’t know how marriages, but you’re mine forever,” he vowed.
He had been fooling her. She wanted to slap his chest and yell at him, but she was also so overwhelmed with joy, she threw herself into his arms and wept her heart out. She were married. They had been married for all this while. She hadn’t been living with him unlawfully.
Her Devi Maiyya had never wronged her.
Her joy knew no bounds.
“Sh!” Arnav stroked her hair gently.
Arnav crushed her to his heart. Cupping her chin, he tilted her face to his again, and he kissed her again, tenderly this time.
Khushi kissed him this time, without holding herself back.
“Mehendi, haldi, Shaadi, Grih pravesh Muh dikayi,” he whispered, counting all the rituals of a Hindu wedding. But his eyes glittered at the end.
Khushi widened her eyes.
Arnav leaned to carry her into his arms. “Suhag raat, right? That’s how it all ends?” He smirked. “Or should I say that’s how it all begins.”
“Arnavji,” she gasped as he led them back into the bedroom.
What she hadn’t realised amidst all the confusion was the way in which the bed was littered with rose petals.
“Arnavji,” she gasped again when he lowered her to the bed. The air was scented with roses. Her heart stopped at how this night would end.
And when Arnav removed his jacket and flung to over the lounger, Khushi sat up and gulped in fear.
Unbuttoning his waistcoat, Arnav tossed it aside. He then he came to her.
Khushi rested her hand on his chest, feeling the expanse of his chest as he lowered himself beside her on the bed.
“Haq hai mera— its my right.” He smirked, removing the pin from the saree pinned to her shoulder.
Khushi turned every shade of red.
“I’m shy.” She hid within his arms when he pushed the saree down her chest. “This is so unexpected.”
“Did you want me to send you an invite?” He raised a brow. “So you could run from me again?”
“Arnavji,” she whimpered.
“Not happening. I plan on making you mine before you run from me again.”
Khushi widened her eyes as he moved on top of her and began kissing her cheek.
“No pressure, Khushi. But I’m done sleeping on the lounger.” He sighed. “And I can’t promise I can behave with you in my bed.”
His hands moved under the fold of her saree, his rough hands touching the bare skin of her waist.
She muffled a moan, reminded of that time when they danced to ‘Teri meri’ at Payal’s sangeet, where he had touched her in every sensuous way he possibly could.
“Arnavji,” she sighed.
“Come on, Khushi.”
Until now she’d refrained herself from indulging him because she’d assumed they weren’t married.
But they were.
This was so exciting.
He was hers to touch, just as she was his to love.
“May I?” She touched his shirt.
“Hmm.” He gazed at her.
Khushi bit into her lip and began unbuttoning him. Just a few days ago he’d taken his shirt off for her to give him a back massage.
If only she had known then he was hers to touch, she wouldn’t have hesitated as much.
As she ripped open his shirt, her heart stopped to find his chiselled chest exposed for her to admire.
Arnav pulled his sleeves off his hands and tossed the shirt to the floor.
Khushi ran her hand over the expanse of his chest, kissing the rise of his muscles, running her fingers through the grooves of his abs. As she kissed his shoulder and then bit into his collar bone, he muffled a moan.
She then brazenly touched his nipple, biting into her lip when he hissed under his breath.
“Now my turn.” He reached for the hooks of her blouse.
“No,” she cried.
“That’s not fair.”
Khushi shuddered, but she closed her eyes as he gently began releasing the hooks at the front of her blouse.
Arnav pressed his lips to the space under her ear, whispering sweet words of praise her to her, telling her he had to touch her or he’d lose him mind. He told her to take pity on a man who had survived an abduction and a near death experience. This was for his morale, he said, so he didn’t slip into depression.
Khushi chuckled at all his excuses to touch her, and dug her nails into his arms, but he continued unhooking her blouse. He then slid one hand from under her to unfasten her bra, all the while kissing her neck.
She sighed at the way his stubble burned into her skin, turning her on all the more.
He then lifted his darkened eyes to her when her blouse came off loose. He didn’t pull if off her shoulders, but he pushed her bra up.
Khushi closed her eyes unable to watch him see her for the first time. But she felt his hot passionate gaze upon her, as his eyes feasted upon her.
Before she could settle her thundering heart, Arnav’s lips kissed her belly.
Khushi moaned. His lips then moved up, to kiss under the swell of her breasts.
With every breath his mouth moved up the soft curve of her breasts. Till she finally felt his hot moist mouth over her aching nipples.
She breathed all the air out of her lungs. But then Arnav flicked his tongue all over her pert tip making her shudder. He then bit softly. As more shocks rippled through her, she ran her fingers through his hair, wanting him to not stop.
Arnav turned his attention to the other breast, sucking and being her till she was moaning his name.
As he moved up to kiss her throat, and was back to kissing the length of her jaw.
“Say you’re mine,” he whispered, his voice thick and heavy.
Khushi opened her eyes to him. “You’re mine.” She smiled.
Arnav chuckled.
“Kiss me,” he urged.
Khushi blushed, as she gazed at his mouth.
But she then drew him closer so she could seal his mouth with hers. Arnav slid on hand under her blouse and pinched her nipples in tandem. Khushi moaned, but she kissed him, tenderly, sweetly, and then she deepened her kiss.
As she turned in his arms, Arnav wrapped her in his arms and took over the kiss.
The air was heavy with their breaths and moans, their bodies hot and slick, but they didn’t stop touching or loving each other.
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As the dawn came bright and joyous, Khushi stretched in her bed and fluttered her eyes up. She turned to her side and frowned to find her bed empty.
Her lips were sore and tingled. She also frowned at the bruise on her hand.
The memory of the previous night came back to her and she sat up.
She gasped to find the sheets to her waist. Her breasts were fully exposed. Before she could cover herself, she felt Arnav’s dark gaze burning her down.
She shot her eyes up to the lounger and shivered to find him burning her down with his passion-filled eyes. She pulled the sheets to her neck and searched for the edge of her saree to cover herself.
They had only just touched and kissed each other, yet she felt like she had been consumed in his passion.
How would she deal with herself the night he would claim her as his?
She flicked her eyes to him and gazed at him.
Her husband. Her gorgeous man.
He had changed into a black polo shirt, but he was wearing a track pant bottom and not his formal trousers. He had also probably showered. She craved to run her fingers through his hair, but she lowered her eyes.
Arnav got up to his feet and slid beside her.
“This is the last present of the night.” He handed her an envelope.
There had been so many presents in one night, she couldn’t handle anymore. But the best gift had been the way he had confessed his feelings for her. That along with the way he’d kissed her.
Arnav began planting kisses on her cheek, but she ripped open the envelope and gasped.
“A week in Bali?” Her eyes widened.
He smiled.
“But…” She searched through the brochure. It looked beautiful.
“We never had a honeymoon.” He winked.
Honeymoon? Of course they were married. How had she forgotten that little detail?
Blushing, she was about to wrap her arms around his neck, but her sister came to her mind.
“Jiji and Akashji haven’t had their honeymoon too.” It felt wrong to be enjoying her marriage while her sister was paying a price for a mistake that wasn’t even hers.
“They’re coming with us.”
Khushi widened her eyes. All four of them? Away for week?
“Di, will have some time to come to terms too.”
“Will she be okay?”
“Eventually.” He nodded. “Nani is here. NK is here. Mama Mami are here. She’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“She won’t mind if I choose my wife over her for a week.” He gazed at her. “She’ll only be delighted to see me happy.”
That made her well with tears.
“Happy,” he asked.
“Over the moon.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and brazenly drew his mouth into hers for a passionate kiss. He tasted fresh, of mint. He smelt divine too.
Arnav deepened the kiss moving on top of her. As he pulled her sheets down so her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes, he pulled away from her. His button caught in the pearl necklace around her.
Khushi caught his shirt, but he tugged from her. The necklace broke, the pearls scattering all over her chest and the bed.
Arnav shot his eyes to her. Khushi too widened her eyes in awe.
The last time he had ripped her beads he’d been desperate to rip off her blouse.
This time, however it felt right. It was perfect for her husband to rip her necklace off to get to what was rightfully his.
He chuckled. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he whispered and lowered his head upon her breasts.
“No, you’ ll string them for me.”
Arnav lifted his gaze to her for a beat. “Those were your pearls I’d strung for you.”
Khushi froze, realising the pearls around her were from her blouse that he had ripped once.
She took a pearl in her hand and gazed at it. Tears pricked her eyes to realise he had kept them all. She didn’t need any more heartfelt declarations.
Arnav Singh Raizada belonged to Khushi Kumari Gupta, just like she belonged him.
“Lets try something new.” Arnav disappeared into the sheets.
Before she knew it, her saree was pushed up to her waist, her panty drawn to one side, and then she felt his mouth to that sensitive spot between her legs. Khushi fell back into the pillows and moaned out loud.
Her mind blotted away, but the last whisper that escaped her was a wish to be woken up like this every morning.
“Your wish is my command.” Her man promised between her thighs and then he took her on a journey of a lifetime.
“Hamesha,” she whispered.
“Forever.”
Author’s note
So, we come to the end of that night.
Well, Prachiji, hope you now know what happened that night. At least, what happened in Chitra’s world. HA!
There were some things, especially about Pheras and Khushi’s ignorance about it I found silly. Had to put that matter to bed. I wanted her to accept she chose to live with him, making my Khushi somewhat strong and bold like SMA wali. LOL! Makers also wanted that, but Starplus TRP junta would have had a heart attack tho they refrained from all that.
Also the two of them acknowledging to having indulged each other when he was still with La was essential I felt.
I still wanted to break all rules and make Khushi kiss him before he reveals the truth of the marriage. So, my rebellion continues. HAHA!!
Why didn’t they consummate? I think that should happen in slow progression. This wasn’t the night when it happened in my opinion.
Love Chitra.
PS: Now AND Pakka.
