OS: A night to change everything
He closed his eyes and let out a long, exasperated sigh. Ruffling his hair, he revelled in the crisp summer breeze. Rare but for this fact, all the more satisfying, in the hot Indian summer. The cool breeze went some way in calming down his raging emotions stirring up inside of him, yet he knew one more minute inside those walls and the Pandora's box would not just be opened but may explode.
What had compelled him to say those words to her? He sighed once again. He knew of course; he knew the very minute she stepped in wearing that black saree on the arm of one of the most annoying men, he surmised, there probably was in existence. She had come, that too after he had barred her from attending despite protests from his di and nani, knowing full well the high-class commemoratory AR anniversary party was in no such way her kind of thing. The very cheek of her riled him to no end! Khushi Kumari Gupta had obviously come with one purpose, and one purpose alone, and that was to ruin his classy party, to give him his comeuppance in front of all his business associates. She wanted to steal his every moment of peace. After presenting herself as his wife, not forgetting the laughable title Mrs Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, and offering up pleasantries to just about everyone in the banquet hall, she had gone off. Not before whispering "well Nanheji was kind enough to bring me here, seeing as it's very important your associates see the woman behind the illustrious man right?" into his ear, leaving him there embarrassed and dumbstruck as he fought off questions regarding his rash marriage. She had been giggling like a stupid teenage girl all evening with the other idiot, the one that goes by the name Nandkishore, letting nobody else in on what was actually the joke. Despite the daggers he sent her way-which he was sure she picked up on judging by her haughty manner- she kept throwing her "dhoomkas" around on the dance floor while that ditzy fool paraded round her.
His blood boiled again and he started pacing the length of the grounds in front of the hotel. It was infuriating-the way she danced with "just-call-me NK", the way she was beaming smiles and happiness in a way she never had with him. Before he knew it, he was stomping around the grounds rather than just the intended pacing. It still got to him goddammit! All he saw was red. It was like a bull had been unleashed and he needed desperately to grab this bull by the thorns. However, he was so blinded by fury that it had led him to call her frivolous and fickle in regards to her behaviour, even to go as far as to say he hated her. He had regretted uttering those words as soon as they left his mouth, as soon as he saw those tears threatening to spill from those hazel eyes, as soon as she left the party hall without another word...
Damn it! That part he hated the most. Why had she not piped up and blabbered annoyingly like she always did? Why did she leave silently? It hurt him more than she liked to admit. There was no more denying it-Khushi Kumari Gupta had got under his skin. But that was it-the very problem. She wasn't just Khushi Kumari Gupta anymore...she was Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, his wife. He hated to admit it but some very sad, weak part of him had come to acknowledge this fact and the relationship they shared. He wanted desperately to hate her but he couldn't. He wanted to send her away from him, his life, and to be free from the prison she had encaged his heart in but alas he couldn't. He wanted to scream and shout at her till he was hoarse and she felt some proportion of his pain but he couldn't. He couldn't because...well something, something he feared to name, was his nemesis and had overpowered him in every sense. It scared him, not for the first time that evening, about how much he wanted her...like really wanted her. When she walked in, a mind-boggling vision of Helen of Troy, his breath had hitched and he had felt his heart soar. When he had watched her intently on the dance floor, swaying her hips gently, he was stupefied as his fingers itched to run free through her black flowing hair, on her- what could only be described- as creamy porcelain-like skin. His lips had tingled, to kiss the edges of those pink lips, which were upturned and parted, showcasing her glorious heart-warming smile. For a moment, he felt hot as he saw the revealing back of her sari peeping every so often through her silky locks, and blood had rushed to all regions of his body. The thought of how much he wanted to kiss her senseless, having her sensuous curves swaying against him, while he explored every part of her body now shamed him and more than a little terrified him. He thought back to his cousin dancing all too close around her and his hands clenched into tight fists. It had taken every ounce of strength he had to not go over and rip NK's face off, to not embarrass himself and create a scene. He then thought back to that slimy scoundrel Shyam hugging his Khushi and he felt physically sick, feeling the bile begin to rise up. No...he would not let anyone else have her. Over his dead body. Never.
But first he needed a drink.
***
Khushi reached behind her to lazily attempt to untie the flimsy string holding the back of her blouse together. The knot kept slipping through her fingers as her mind was preoccupied somewhere else, on the events of half an hour ago. Tears brimming her eyes, she winced as those hurtful words pierced once more into her wounded heart. He had made her feel cheap beyond belief and what was worse was the raw, unconcealed hate she didn't want to believe she saw in those eyes. He hated him, she decided. The tears had their release, streaming down her face now and obscuring her vision so that she could no longer see her sullen face in the mirror before her. If only it were that easy. She wanted to hate him as much as he hated her. But she didn't know how. Just like she didn't know how it was possible for him to hate her so much. Just why did he hate her? How had she caused him so much pain? She flinched as she felt her chest squeeze painfully, her breathing becoming raspy, the thought of inflicting all that pain on him becoming too much to bear. Would he laugh scornfully at her if she told him she wanted to help ease his pain? She cursed herself. Of course he would. She was finding herself laughably pathetic; she actually wanted to protect, stupidly nurture the man who was bent on making her life a living-breathing hell. He wanted to steal her every moment of peace. She shut her eyes, feeling light-headed, as more warm tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks.
Her eyes opened swiftly as she felt cold hands close around hers, slightly grazing her back. Except she couldn't see clearly, her vision blurry. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew that touch anywhere, it was extraordinarily familiar and sent shivers down the length of her spine and butterflies fluttering in her stomach in a way no other touch did. Her breathing began to labour, her bosom involuntarily rising up and down, as the ice-cold fingers now let go of her hands, taking the string of her sari's blouse from them. Her hands fell slack by her sides as all her strength seeped away from her while the fingers meticulously worked away at the knot, ever so slightly coming into contact with her back here and there. Khushi felt a heat rise through her and fought to overcome the compelling need to shut her eyes and tilt her head back in pleasure and anticipation. Instead she blinked several times, finally seeing him clearly in the mirror in front of her, as she stood behind her untying her dori with his utmost attention. She raked her eyes over his dishevelled state and her heart began to constrict. His hair was ruffled, his tie hanging loose around his neck, his jacket missing, his growing stubble shaping his jaw and then there was the childish expression on his face, as he furrowed his brows in confusion and concentration, obviously racking his brains as to how to open the damn knot. Khushi cursed herself once again. It was wrong, what she was feeling. All plain wrong.
She jerked away quickly and he looked up into the mirror startled, but he didn't move his hands away from her back. Khushi averted her gaze. Was it just her or did he look...hurt? She made to get up quickly, feeling uncomfortable and suffocated in a suddenly burning hot room.
"It-it's ok...I'll do it myself."
She sidestepped round him, as fast as her frantic feet would take her in the direction of the door leading out to the poolside. But all of a sudden she was stopped cold as the same cold hand that had moments before grazed her back, now went to trap her wrist in its stronghold. She didn't turn back, gulping and feeling frightened; she could have sworn she heard the sound of blood coursing through her veins loudly in her ears. She hadn't heard him come behind her.
"Arnavji what-"
He tugged at her and instantly she came crashing backwards to meet his hard chest. She gulped and squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart fluttered as she felt those fingers once again reach towards the back of her and this time open the knot, leaving her back completely bare and ripe for him to trace agonising patterns on it. Her breathing became progressively heavier as he grabbed her shoulders and slowly turned her around to face him but she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. He lent down and whispered huskily into her ear, "Open your eyes."
Her heart stopped beating for a moment but she did as she was asked, opening her eyes slowly until his face came into view. That was her undoing. Looking at his face, the look he gave her was primal. It sent shivers as his hungry glazed-over eyes raked over her face. The hate was gone. All she saw now was an unmistakable want. There was nothing that told her she repulsed him or that he didn't want this, whatever "this" was. As his eyes settled on her trembling lips, she felt a growing alien wetness. She shut her eyes again not being able to take these weird sensations, obscenely pleasurable.
"Nah-ah open your eyes." Came his silky voice again. She caught the stench of the alcohol he had just consumed mixed in with the faint whiff of his aftershave. She didn't listen to him this time, too scared. Then she felt a strong arm encircle her waist sliding inside the sheer pallu of her sari and she came crashing once again into his chest. She opened her eyes in fright, looking up to see his face only millimetres away from hers, dangerous, dark in a way she had only seen once before, on diwali.
"I want you."
Her eyes widened on reflex but before she even had a chance to register the meaning of the statement, his lips came crashing down on hers. Khushi felt her knees fall weak so she clutched at his shirt for support, to keep herself from collapsing. On cue, he increased the pressure of his mouth on hers, running his tongue along the fringes of her mouth trying to coax it open. She held on though, the tiniest shred of sense remaining not willing to give in too easily.
He caressed her back sensually and achingly slowly, his eyes darkening and lustful.
"Ah-"
As she opened her mouth in start he darted his tongue in, invading new territory, exploring its depths and eliciting new waves of want in both of them. He pulled her closer not willing to let her go, to let the moment be lost again like that shocking diwali night. Khushi finally succumbed, her hands reaching up, one landing in his unruly hair while the other grabbed the back of his neck pulling him closer, joining them together.
Finally pulling apart for air, both were breathing heavily. Neither moved their faces apart though, resting their foreheads against each other, nor did they loosen their grip on each other as they continued to struggle to take in much needed air into their deprived lungs.
Khushi lifted her wide eyes tentatively, still clutching onto him for support. Pulling back slightly to see his reaction, she held her breath again. The hunger was still there, not even showing any hints of subsiding. His eyes indicated that he wasn't about to let her go. And she didn't want him to either.
"Arnavji what are we doing?"
Before she knew it, she was encased in his arms and lying on her back on the bed. Her eyes widened as he loomed and ripped the pallu of her sheer black sari off her savagely. His eyes gave her a proper once over and she squirmed, feeling vulnerable as her navel lay bare for him, and the curves of her breasts became more visible with her heaving chest. But he didn't recoil, he didn't wince. On the contrary he looked like he wanted nothing more in the world...than her. The thought made her feel oddly empowered, liberated and pleased.
He looked up to meet her eyes and she lost all ability to think and feel.
"God you're bloody beautiful."
With that he dived in and planted a kiss on her exposed navel, sending pleasure rippling through her. Khushi closed her eyes, tilting her head back and moaned.
***
Khushi lie awake, listening to the gentle snoring coming from the weight on top of her, as his neck turned into the groove of her neck. He fell fast asleep, obviously the alcohol's effect. He was heavy but she liked feeling him on top of her. It made her feel secure, content. Feelings she hadn't felt in a long time. She had no idea what this all meant or where they would go from here. Did this mean he felt something for her? Did he not completely hate her?
She forced her dead arms from her sides and encircled them around his sleeping form pulling him closer to herself. She caressed his hair tenderly for a few moments, loving the feel of it between her fingers.
She whispered, "Arnavji what does this all mean?"
Then she shut her eyes, letting sleep overcome her, a little glimmer of hope reawakened in her heart.
For those who wanted all the gory details...sorry 😆 I can't write it, it just sounds lame. Your imaginations will do a much better job I'm sure. 😉 Plus I don't want to be reprimanded by the IF Secret Police!
I don't know what to think of this. It's not actually that hot or steamy or particularly beautiful I know. But I want to relieve stress and I'm afraid this is what comes out. If you can spare a moment, do tell me what you think please!
Preity xxx
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