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It was still 11 in the morning and almost a couple of hours until she got to prepare the lunch for herself, Khushi thought. Having nothing much substantial to do, the newly wedded bride, since a fortnight to be exact, of the husband immersed in work at the office right now, flopped on the bed and looked around.
Recalling about the various magazines that she had purchased from the book stalls at the railway station when they had left their hometown to arrive in this city where Arnav ji worked, she immediately got down. Opening one of the drawers in the side table, she rummaged through those magazines and found the one she had been interested in reading, an English one. Though she was a little weak in that language but that problem will also be solved when she'll read this,she thought. It will help in practice too somehow.
Flipping through the pages, she read a few articles with enthusiam. The one about the film stars was quite entertaining as well as the agony aunt columns. She had just finished reading about the ways of taking care of the hair in the monsoons, when the next page that had only the pictures of models made her eyes glued to their images. Crossing her legs, she leaned back on the headboard of the bed and carefully went through the very exuberant four paged ad of what was evidently a lingerie company whose name was beyond her to pronounce. Tried she though for a few moments but quickly waved it away and concentrated on admiring the products which were its specialities, seduction wear. The third page opened up in folds, titled S-E-D-U-C-E with one letter on each of the six folds.
He liked my surprise a lot! Can't forget the look on his face. And then, he went on to show me how much happy I had made him. The distant, giddy and ecstatic voice of her friend resonated in her ears from a memory, as she had regaled with interest about her the then newly married life to her unmarried friends who were equally interested in listening, Khushi being one of them. Her gaze flitted from stockings and suspenders of S to corset of C. Arnavs' face flashed in her being as she looked at the beautiful black netted mesh of the corset. She looked up thinking and then got down from the bed to walk upto her cupboard. Opening it she took hold of one her white cottons kept neatly folded in the corner and thought of how she looked in them. Ofcourse, Arnavji never said anything as such but maybe he must have thought of her someday trying something fancier? She got back to the magazine and shyly beamed back at the..corset,she decided after deliberating between it and the S titled wear. Arnavji came back at around 7. Surely she had enough time before that to do some shopping and return back home. Much ahead of his time of return.
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Arnav switched on to a business news channel from the one airing a football match as he ate another morsel of his chapati that had a little of the vegetable scooped in it. Khushi spooned the daal and ate it as she sent discreet glances in his way while he ate, oblivious to the flurry going on in her heart. Minutes later, he took both of their empty plates as she hesitantly smiled up at him. At his questioning raise of eyebrows, she shook her head and proceeded to fill more water into their glasses, hoping for a distraction and gathering of courage. Arnav came out of the kitchen and got back to watching the television.
"I am going to the bedroom. Its already 10." Khushi said a while later. Arnav 'Hmm-ed' not taking his eyes off the match again, as she got up and came into their bedroom. Gently, closing the door behind, she half ran her way to the cupboard and hastily opening it,pulled out an exquisite looking box. Devi Maiyya knows the amount of time she had spent today in searching for it. And when she did locate it, displayed in one of the stores on a dummy, she proved out to be a chicken to go and ask for it. 10 minutes of walking in front of the store, trying to make a show of accidently glancing at it non-chalantly, she realized no one around bothers. Her "Ismay aur colours hai kya?" being recieved so dutifully by the understanding and formal salesgirl also helped. So, what else did you think? That she will start wiggling her eyebrows to tease you for whats to come tonight? She hushed that voice with mock anger and tried to imagine Arnav jis' reaction. He will be surprised. Pleasantly so. Then there would be that familiar gleam in his eyes. She thought as she clutched the corset in her hands in anticipation. And then, how would that be different than all the previous times, she wondered as her heart galloped. What all would he say? Whatever he would.. he would then, Khushi..but only after you wear this now, she mentally smacked herself as she hurried inside the bathroom.
20 minutes of struggling with it and thankful that Arnav was still outside in the living room, she came out and once again viewed herself in the mirror. Prancing back to fish out that magazine, she quickly opened that page which had that ad and carefully looked at the decolletage of the model. Coming back to stand in front of the mirror, she adjusted her corset around her breasts and tried to rise more of her upper swells. The sound of switching off the TV and Arnav seemingly about to come into the room heightened her senses and she tried to control her tingling nerves.
She sat on the corner of the bed, put one knee over the other and looked towards the door. Then shaking her head, she walked over to one of walls, stood with her back resting on it and raised one of her hands above her head to rest its palm on the wall. Not satisfied, she moved a little distance away from it, turned on her side and rested her weight on the hand on the wall as she leaned in a bit. Her breath quickened as she heard the door knob opening and she lightly ran towards the bed and raised one bare leg to keep on its edge, rested her elbow on its knee and her chin on the folded fingers.
Arnav came into the room and still not noticing what or rather who or precisely Khushi in what, was awaiting him inside, turned to close the door. Turning around, he kept his phone on the side table and then made to remove his tshirt. He took it off over his head and then hands but the act got freezed mid way with the cloth entangled in his arms as he took in the sight before him while his mouth parted. With a hesitant smile on her face and her gaze that sometimes met him and at other times, looked elsewhere, she stood like that, there.
Recovering, he quickly pulled the tshirt off and took her in as his gaze travelled from her garment to the position of her legs and back up. His eyes too lighted up, but unlike the way Khushi had thought it would. Arnav crossed his arms and pressed his lips though involuntarily the amusement that was threatning inside made them quirk up. Lazily, he started walking towards her and just like that all the courage that Khushi had mustered, flew away and she straightened. Her smile dropped with anxiousness writ on her face as she kept twisting her fingers. He reached in front of her and softly asked,"Khushi..What is this?". Mirth refused to die out from his face and she looked up at him, still not understanding or maybe was too hopeful that it actually was not going where she hadn't even thought. Gulping lightly, she offered a small smile. "Co..Corset."
"Okay." , he drawled."Why, may I ask?"
"Huh..",she furrowed her brows and stared up at him and in the next moment, he doubled up with laughter. Walking back, he sat down on the bed, bouts of laughter filling the confines of the room. Khushi, overcoming the shock, embarrasingly looked away, then down at herself and back at him. Pulling at the lower line of the corset, she stood innocently, feeling stupid. What had she been thinking? She felt tears sprung at the back of her eyelids. "Vo..", she gulped trying hard against her choked throat and smiling in an attempt to lighten herself, walked on quick steps inside the bathroom to change back into her regular thin strapped cotton nightie.
As she came out, Arnav responded with a "Thank you!", his voice shaking slightly with the remnants of amusement. He walked outside onto the balcony where they used to spend almost half an hour, talking before going to sleep every night.
Arnav looked back again at the clock inside the room. Khushi was taking rather long today to come out to him. Stepping inside and not finding her in the room, he came out of the bedroom and found her kneading the dough. "Khushi..". She looked back at him and smiled that didn't quite light up her face.
"For tomorrow morning. I had forgotten to prepare it today. You go, I'll just keep it the fridge and come.", saying that, she resumed the work. Seconds later, two strong arms snaked around her waist from behind and their palms rested comfortably on her navel. Stopping, she looked back at his face as he rested it on her shoulder and whispered,"Continue."
Gulping, she did what he said, though with lesser force than she had been putting in earlier. As she felt a trail of moist, open mouthed kisses from her shoulder to her nape, she quitely shrugged him away. "Kya kar rahein hain Arnavji..Hatiye..Humara mann nahi hai aaj." and moved out his embrace to wash her hands. "Really? Then what was that sometime ago in the bedroom?" .
Reminder of that was the last thing, she wanted right now. "Nothing." , she said but couldn't keep her voice from breaking. She proceeded to take a steel box to keep the dough in it but Arnav held her hand. She didn't brush him away again and he took that sign to come and stand in front of her. He tried to raise her chin with his finger but she stubbornly kept her neck fixed with force not raising it. Her lips quivered even as a thin sheen of moisture appeared over her eyes and all the remnants of fun left Arnav.
"My dear lovely Khushi..". That probably did the trick as she slowly looked at him. Cupping her face, he kissed her forehead and his lips moved to mouth a 'Sorry'.
"Janpath me itni saari dukaanein khangalne ke baad mila tha itni mushkil se." she complained. Arnav nodded as he again wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head on his chest. They stood like that for a few minutes, the lull of the silence, soothing and pleasing.
"Khushi.."
"Hmm.."
"You were too good for that." Khushi raised her head to look at his face in confusion, as he tightened his hold on her waist pulling her closer and continued,"..and besides, I love it more anything else when you wear nothing." Gasping lightly, she looked away shyly and he moved his hands to show her just as he said.
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