Arnav noticed something. As the days passed, Khushi was acting weirder and weirder around him. When he had woken up the next day, Khushi was all over the place, mumbling and jumbling, stuttering at her every word to him. As it went on to the next day, to the next week, to the next few weeks, Arnav was really finding it weird.
It had been three weeks that this was happening. One night, Arnav had to work really late and when he came in, he found Khushi asleep. But the truth is, Khushi wasn't asleep. She was awake, waiting for him to arrive and when he did, she just shut her eyes. Arnav went towards the wardrobe to get his pjs. He had already eaten and had told Khushi to eat, which she had done.
Arnav pulled out a navy blue T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He unbuttoned his shirt and was about to unbutton his cuffs when his phone rang. As Arnav spoke on the phone, Khushi gazed at Arnav's chest. For three weeks, she had kept her control, and I mean KEPT HER CONTROL. Ever since the incident, all Khushi could think of was Arnav's body. But that was just the first week. Last week, she had a gutter-minded dream every night! And during the day, all she would think of was Arnav coming up to her with his dashing smile and sweeping her off her feet and kissing her and sexing her up! And this week? Let's not even.... Let's just say her panties have been a mess these days.
Arnav ended his phone call and unbuttoned his cuffs. He took off his shirt and then took off his pants and underwear. Khushi let out a sigh and Arnav turned to look at her. Khushi quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Arnav smiled lightly and just looked at her, forgetting that he was naked.
Arnav took in her form. Her left hand was above her head and her right hand was right below her breasts. Her chest heaved up and down beneath the blanket, her breathing light. A stray strand of hair was on her face and Arnav reached out and moved it away.
"So beautiful," he whispered aloud.
Khushi felt her heart melt.
He cares, she shouted in her head. He really does care! But for how long? And how much longer do I have to wait?
Arnav moved back and was about to wear his boxers when his phone rang.
"Hello? Yeah."
Arnav went to the bathroom, not taking his clothes, and the minute the door shut, Khushi shot up. She couldn't take it anymore and felt her body heat up. She couldn't wait anymore! Her thoughts and dreams had taken over and his little action from right now was the little push she needed. Unable to think straight, Khushi's hormones took over.
Khushi looked down at Arnav's clothes and picked them up. She could smell his cologne and brought his clothes to her nose. She inhaled his scent and felt blood rush down there.
I really must be at that time of the month, she said in her head, shaking her head at herself.
Khushi heard Arnav's muffled voice from the bathroom and scratched her head.
What do I do? Uh...- wait! He's naked! ... He's naked! And I'm....
Khushi looked at herself in the mirror.
It's now or never Khushi.
A few minutes later, Khushi had already gone back to bed and had her eyes shut. Arnav came out and he grabbed his clothes. He went over to the vanity and put his phone down. He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw Khushi standing up behind him, holding onto the blanket.
"Khushi, what are you-"
He was about to turn around, but Khushi held her hand up.
"Wait," Khushi said.
Arnav scrunched his eyebrows at her reflection.
"Arnavji, I... I...."
Arnav attempted to turn around again but Khushi shook her head.
"No wait, please."
"Khushi, what's wrong," Arnav asked confusedly.
"What's wrong? Nothing," she chattered nervously.
"Khushi seriously, tell me. You've been acting weird these past few weeks. What's been eating you?"
"Arnavji I... I...."
He tilted his head, his eyebrows scrunched.
Khushi herself was asking what was wrong with her. She didn't understand why she was acting this way, but deep in her heart she knew - she was just too scared to say it.
"Well," Arnav questioned softly.
"I... Arnavji, I...." She took a deep breath. "I love you, Arnavji," she said softly.
Arnav gasped and it wasn't missed by Khushi.
"I love you," she breathed.
Arnav was in shock. His mind was completely blank and he just gaped at Khushi's reflection.
Khushi tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down, blushing hard from her confession.
"Say something," she practically whispered.
And Arnav knew his answer. In these three weeks, he himself had discovered that he loved her. He had once liked her as kids and his feelings had increased to love. He just didn't know how to bring it out and now that Khushi had the topic out in the open, he was more than ready to say it.
"Khushi I-"
Arnav looked up at her reflection and froze, his pupils dilated. Unable to believe what he saw, he turned around and looked at Khushi. Khushi had removed the blanket, exposing her naked body which she had hidden underneath. It was her idea all along. She needed him to fully understand her want, her desire - her love. Arnav looked her body up and down, memorizing every detail of her as Khushi's chest heaved.
"Please say you love me Arnavji," Khushi whispered.
Arnav could hear her want for him and he wanted her to know his feelings as well. But just as Arnav was about to say the three magical words, he felt a twitch down below. His eyes shot down and Khushi hadn't missed it either and looked, both to see "Mr. Happy" up in spring. Khushi gaped at Arnav and Arnav looked really embarrassed.
"You're... you're turned on," Khushi asked.
Arnav scratched his head. "Well... yeah," and he began to blurt, "I-I-I mean when you've got a beautiful wife that you love-"
"You love me?"
Arnav looked up at her hopeful eyes. "Yeah...."
Khushi smiled, looking happier than ever and ran up to Arnav and hugged him. Arnav stood still at first, but then he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. The fact that they were flesh on flesh, skin on skin, went out the door and they were beyond happy that the one they loved, loved them as well.
It had been three weeks that this was happening. One night, Arnav had to work really late and when he came in, he found Khushi asleep. But the truth is, Khushi wasn't asleep. She was awake, waiting for him to arrive and when he did, she just shut her eyes. Arnav went towards the wardrobe to get his pjs. He had already eaten and had told Khushi to eat, which she had done.
Arnav pulled out a navy blue T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He unbuttoned his shirt and was about to unbutton his cuffs when his phone rang. As Arnav spoke on the phone, Khushi gazed at Arnav's chest. For three weeks, she had kept her control, and I mean KEPT HER CONTROL. Ever since the incident, all Khushi could think of was Arnav's body. But that was just the first week. Last week, she had a gutter-minded dream every night! And during the day, all she would think of was Arnav coming up to her with his dashing smile and sweeping her off her feet and kissing her and sexing her up! And this week? Let's not even.... Let's just say her panties have been a mess these days.
Arnav ended his phone call and unbuttoned his cuffs. He took off his shirt and then took off his pants and underwear. Khushi let out a sigh and Arnav turned to look at her. Khushi quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Arnav smiled lightly and just looked at her, forgetting that he was naked.
Arnav took in her form. Her left hand was above her head and her right hand was right below her breasts. Her chest heaved up and down beneath the blanket, her breathing light. A stray strand of hair was on her face and Arnav reached out and moved it away.
"So beautiful," he whispered aloud.
Khushi felt her heart melt.
He cares, she shouted in her head. He really does care! But for how long? And how much longer do I have to wait?
Arnav moved back and was about to wear his boxers when his phone rang.
"Hello? Yeah."
Arnav went to the bathroom, not taking his clothes, and the minute the door shut, Khushi shot up. She couldn't take it anymore and felt her body heat up. She couldn't wait anymore! Her thoughts and dreams had taken over and his little action from right now was the little push she needed. Unable to think straight, Khushi's hormones took over.
Khushi looked down at Arnav's clothes and picked them up. She could smell his cologne and brought his clothes to her nose. She inhaled his scent and felt blood rush down there.
I really must be at that time of the month, she said in her head, shaking her head at herself.
Khushi heard Arnav's muffled voice from the bathroom and scratched her head.
What do I do? Uh...- wait! He's naked! ... He's naked! And I'm....
Khushi looked at herself in the mirror.
It's now or never Khushi.
*~*
A few minutes later, Khushi had already gone back to bed and had her eyes shut. Arnav came out and he grabbed his clothes. He went over to the vanity and put his phone down. He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw Khushi standing up behind him, holding onto the blanket.
"Khushi, what are you-"
He was about to turn around, but Khushi held her hand up.
"Wait," Khushi said.
Arnav scrunched his eyebrows at her reflection.
"Arnavji, I... I...."
Arnav attempted to turn around again but Khushi shook her head.
"No wait, please."
"Khushi, what's wrong," Arnav asked confusedly.
"What's wrong? Nothing," she chattered nervously.
"Khushi seriously, tell me. You've been acting weird these past few weeks. What's been eating you?"
"Arnavji I... I...."
He tilted his head, his eyebrows scrunched.
Khushi herself was asking what was wrong with her. She didn't understand why she was acting this way, but deep in her heart she knew - she was just too scared to say it.
"Well," Arnav questioned softly.
"I... Arnavji, I...." She took a deep breath. "I love you, Arnavji," she said softly.
Arnav gasped and it wasn't missed by Khushi.
"I love you," she breathed.
Arnav was in shock. His mind was completely blank and he just gaped at Khushi's reflection.
Khushi tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down, blushing hard from her confession.
"Say something," she practically whispered.
And Arnav knew his answer. In these three weeks, he himself had discovered that he loved her. He had once liked her as kids and his feelings had increased to love. He just didn't know how to bring it out and now that Khushi had the topic out in the open, he was more than ready to say it.
"Khushi I-"
Arnav looked up at her reflection and froze, his pupils dilated. Unable to believe what he saw, he turned around and looked at Khushi. Khushi had removed the blanket, exposing her naked body which she had hidden underneath. It was her idea all along. She needed him to fully understand her want, her desire - her love. Arnav looked her body up and down, memorizing every detail of her as Khushi's chest heaved.
"Please say you love me Arnavji," Khushi whispered.
Arnav could hear her want for him and he wanted her to know his feelings as well. But just as Arnav was about to say the three magical words, he felt a twitch down below. His eyes shot down and Khushi hadn't missed it either and looked, both to see "Mr. Happy" up in spring. Khushi gaped at Arnav and Arnav looked really embarrassed.
"You're... you're turned on," Khushi asked.
Arnav scratched his head. "Well... yeah," and he began to blurt, "I-I-I mean when you've got a beautiful wife that you love-"
"You love me?"
Arnav looked up at her hopeful eyes. "Yeah...."
Khushi smiled, looking happier than ever and ran up to Arnav and hugged him. Arnav stood still at first, but then he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. The fact that they were flesh on flesh, skin on skin, went out the door and they were beyond happy that the one they loved, loved them as well.
