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Chapter 8

"Khushi, what?" he asked in his husky baritone, a small playful smirk on his face as he reached for her again and pulled her to his chest.

"Khushi what's the matter with you?" Arnav was breathing hard trying to control his growing desire and equally growing anger. Naani had hinted at him to make her feel loved. He had always been a man who showed his affections physically rather than vocally. Seems like his little theory of 'showing love' wasn't working after all and he was fast running out of ideas. He was running out of patience too.

"What? Who told you that?"

"Don't try to deny it because Di herself told me"

"Who do you think you are to decide how I feel about things?" weeks of bitterness, anguish and suppressed frustrations were pouring out of her like venom. She knew she was wrong the moment those words escaped her. Of course he had a right on taking charge of how she felt. He was her husband after all. But her anger wasn't just for the fact that he kept Anya away from her for a month. The reasons went far deeper; her anger sprouted from a chain of events.

"Yes you went about it the wrong way!" her voice was becoming shriller and shriller. "More than you being wrong, you think what I do is wrong all the time, right? That's why you need to constantly control what I do right? Is that why you don't even mind that we lost our child? That you think it was all for the best because I'm responsible for it?"

There was a few seconds of nasty silence.

"Yes you don't! You don't care about me or our baby! You just need to prove a point that you can control people!"

She was a mean wicked person who didn't deserve the love of her husband.

"Naani ji I'm a horrible horrible person!"

She didn't answer for a while as she hiccupped herself to end her sobs.

"Remember, a woman starts to bond with her child from the day it's conceived. But that's not the case with men. Most of the time, their emotional attachment begins when the new born is put into their hands. But that doesn't means he doesn't care about you or the baby. Chotte is distant when it comes to expressing his emotions. Don't forget that."

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Arnav opened the door to his room to find the room set in semi darkness, blinds closed and silent. He had gone outside to walk off his temper and returned back only when he thought he had clamed down a little. Frowning he felt for the light switch on the wall beside the door. Instantly the room was flooded with light and his eyes found a demurely waiting Khushi sitting placidly on the green recliner.

Arnav blinked several times. She was wearing a stark plain green saree which took him back to a passionate dance they shared all those months back; the soft filmy material clinging to her curves just as that day.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said" she was walking towards him now, like a slow moving pantheress, graceful and willowy. Her wide expanse of creamy hips meticulously left for his vision swayed from side to side while a determined light sparkled from her doe eyes. Her long silky hair cascaded from one side of her chest while the pallu fluttered dangerously on her heaving bosom.

Arnav held his ground as he watched her closing in on him. She was in for the kill and he knew he was going to crack soon.

Arnav looked away trying to hard to control his rapid breathing.

"You're still mad at me aren't you?" she said as she bent dangerously close to his neck and pressed herself hard against him.

"yes I'm very mad.." he lied through his teeth. His anger had vanished the moment he saw her in her getup.

Her pallu slipped in slow motions to the ground exposing her gloriously naked chest.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I love you, you know that right?" her voice called out to him like a pagan goddess and he had been already feeling the heavy syllables of mesmerisation in them. He felt slightly groggy at the same time extremely aware of only one thing. His restraint snapped the moment he heard those words as an invisible barrier lifted off him.

She broke away from the kiss as her arms travelled around his torso and came to a stop around the nape of his neck. "I want you so much". She reached for the buckle of his belt and pulled it off in one flowing motion and let it drop to the ground

He had his fill in her long neck in a series of full mouth kisses before slowly travelling down the valleys of her chest to the cherry pink numbs of her breasts. He had craved for her for so long he thought the wait itself would paralyse him.

Deep pools of desire were already gathering in the few minutes his hands and mouth played havoc with her and she felt her being lifted off her feet, moving a few more inches up the wall. She had felt his hardness pocking into her stomach. She didn't know or care when his trousers came off him, she was too engrossed with the intensity of sensations rocketing inside her.

As his mouth refused to quit assaulting on her already ecstatic breasts and sensitive nubs, as sensation after sensation wracked her as his hardness plunged inside her in sweet unmerciful attacks, as his rough hands held her hips pushing her to the wall in a vice-like grip, as she clung onto his shoulders in fear of actually bursting with the spasms quaking her body- every thrust of his strong hips and she went spiralling off to new levels of bliss.