Arhi OS Series : Shaadi ke side-effects [ Part 6 : Pg80 : 5/12 ]

Welcome guys... this SS is going to be a series of short OS's... about Arnav and Khushi's post marriage life. How the wedding has changed them, their circumstances and their equation with each other. Enjoy the fun-filled and dhamakedar ride with our dearest Raizada couple.

P.S. : This is a series of OS's and each update will not be connected to the next one. Hence, I will be updating it as and when I can.

INDEX:

#1 : Wife is always right

#2 : Business ka Big-mess

#3 : Joru ka gulaam

#4 : The way to a man's heart...

#5 : Tu tu main main

# 6 : Three is a crowd

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My Arhi Index : Mints Madness

Arnav Singh Raizada sat dazed, amongst all the chaos and mayhem. The Delhi summer was at its peak, his three-piece suit making him sweat profusely. How he itched to get back into his SUV and cool down with a cold blast of air conditioning. However, here he was, sitting amongst unknown faces, watching his beautiful wife help in the wedding rituals.

"Arnav babuwa... why are you wearing a suit today? Kurta-pyajama pehente... aaj shaadi hai bitwa... tumhri koi meeting nahi!!" Buaji's words kept on resonating in his ears. And not just her, almost all the people he knew in Laxmi Nagar, had asked him the same question. He wondered if Khushi had conspired against him and instructed all of them to question him, just to rile him up. He knew his wife was totally capable of such madness.

Arnav looked around the street of Laxmi Nagar, which itself had been beautifully decorated like a bride. It was Khushi's friend, Chitra's wedding and an over-excited Khushi had been planning and helping out her friend in all the pre-wedding rituals, for the last one week. Due to the mounting work pressure at AR Designs Arnav had only managed to pick up his exhausted wife, every night, from Buaji's house, to actually lay her sleeping form on their bed in Shantivan.

He remembered how, in one of his weakest moments, his seductress had extracted a promise from him to attend this wedding. It had been a year, after their remarriage, and he had realized that the master in bed had now become a slave. Khushi had always been a quick learner and was so well attuned to his needs, that she could make his world spin around on her fingertips. However, he would not let her know about this little...but important secret... NEVER!

He thought about today morning ... he recollected her particular words... "Arnavji, please wear the kurta-pyjama that I have kept aside for you. It is not one of your business weddings with cocktail parties and lavish receptions. It is a simple, traditional wedding that will wind up by evening. It is going to be an open-air affair, in the sweltering heat of Delhi... that is going to make you feel dizzy. Please Arnavji, listen to me for once..." Khushi pouted adorably, trying to put some sense in his arrogant head. However, Arnav Singh Raizada, always got his way and here he sat, wearing a branded three-piece suit, sweating profusely.

As soon as they had reached Laxmi Nagar this morning, the baraat was already around the corner... much earlier than expected. He mentally laughed at the crazy antics of his wife and her friends, who had joined the baraat and started dancing to the DJ's music, conveniently forgetting that they were from the bride's side. "Jeejaji, remove your suit and tie and just let go... come join us for a dance. Look at Khushi... come on, dance with her, jeejaji," the persistent pestering of Khushi's friends and the challenging looks of his wife, finally managed to drag him to the baraat reluctantly. He knew her smug expression, telling him just how much this dancing was going to make him sweat. Everyone danced and swayed to the Bollywood Beats' with complete abandon.

"Atleast now, take off your jacket Arnavji... it is completely soaked," Khushi screamed to reach him through the thick chaos of the crude music, which engulfed them at the moment. He shook his head slightly in denial, just as he was shaking his stiff body, in the name of dancing. He could not believe the things he could do for his dear wife. He had perfectly predicted his entire life... at his wedding sangeet, when he had danced for Khushi and said... Love can reduce, anyone, to anything.' Khushi had made sure, to never let him forget his own statement.

The dancing went on for an hour hour, with Arnav looking at Khushi from the corner of the street. Buaji had been kind enough to keep offering him some cold juice or cold drink, knowing very well that the heat would not make him bear even a sip of his favourite black coffee. He was annoyed, frustrated and sweating, even before the actual wedding had begun!! If his ego weren't as big as it was, he would have stripped right down to his boxers, in front of everyone. Anyways, the entire Laxmi Nagar had already seen him in just a towel, when he had stayed there last year, with Khushi. He smiled at the thought, of how much Khushi had troubled him then... and did, even today. However, the flashes of her sleeping at the poolside, her hurt hand, her broken heart and those tears that could break him completely... made everything else seem so small, in comparison.

The panditji had summoned the baraati's, and the wedding ceremony begun in full swing. Luckily for Arnav it had wound up early, and Khushi had immediately come to him, holding a plate of food. However much she would be busy doing other things, she would never forget to remind him about eating and taking his medicines on time. She sat him down in a quiet, shadowy corner of the chaotic street, and gave him a glass of cold water to drink. She quietly wiped away the perspiration from his forehead with the pallu of her beautiful saree.

He looked at his stunning wife, and thanked his stars for the umpteenth time. Her loving heart and ever-forgiving nature... was the only reason that she was in his life. Otherwise, he had made quite sure that she would hate him for a lifetime. It was miraculous how she had forgiven him so generously... and he could not have been more selfish and happy to keep her with him... forever. He took the small morsels of food, that she was feeding him right now, licking her delicate fingers, intermediately.

Arnav looked at her flustered face, and smirked at her... momentarily forgetting his discomfort in the burning heat. However, she could always see through his faade, and like always she said, "Arnavji, do you want to go and rest for sometime in Buaji's house? You can switch on the AC in our room and just relax. I will call you once the bidaai takes place." Arnav looked at his caring wife lovingly and nodded in agreement. He quickly got up from the seat, and had taken a couple of steps, only to turn around to look at Khushi, who had said something...

"Arnavji, you go and rest now... but just remember... a wife is always right!" A grinning with pride Khushi, almost shocked Arnav. Had she just taken a jibe at the expense of his discomfort? Well, fine, he admitted to himself that she had been right about the clothes he should have worn today. However, nobody dared to point out his mistakes to him... only Khushi could manage to get away with it. He fumed at her brazenness and quietly walked back, to drop in the seat again. He would show her, that he could pull of this entire wedding comfortably... dressed in his impeccable suit.

He watched his wife shrug in mock attitude, intending to say... Suit yourself, laad governor!' She was gone within seconds, mingling with the colourful wedding crowd. The bidaai, seemed like a never-ending, torturous ritual... while he understood when he saw Chitra's parents cry... but, why was his wife crying buckets? It wasn't like she was living with Chitra right now, and was going to miss her presence. They would meet just like they used to before... for movies, in shopping malls and for dinners. Dammit! There, she had tears in her eyes and here, Arnav could not stop the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead again, and again.

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It was almost seven in the evening, when finally, an exhausted Khushi settled in the car besides an even more exhausted Arnav. She looked over at his tired form, and felt terrible for annoying and teasing him throughout the day. But, what was she to do? He had conveniently missed all the pre-wedding functions, leaving her alone to answer all the relatives and friends. She was miffed at him, for dedicating all his time to work. She never demanded his time usually, but on these rare occasions... she wanted him to be there with her.

She looked over at him again, driving swiftly through the roads of Delhi. Her handsome husband was an angry young man... who needed to cool down, every now and then. At that thought, she giggled a little, earning an angry glare from him in return. She moved the blinds of the AC, completely towards him. She knew her Arnavji was annoyed with her and his ego had added to his woes. What would it take, to make him agree with her... at least sometimes? She had politely requested him to wear a light cotton kurta-pyjama in the morning, knowing very well, his discomfort in the heat. But, no! Arnav Singh Raizada kabhi kisi ki sunte hain??

They had finally reached home, to an empty Shantivan. Akash, Payal and Mamiji had gone off to Mumbai for another wedding. Naniji and Anjaliji had gone to a relative's house for jagran and would be returning very late in the night. Khushi saw her husband take two steps at a time, to climb the staircase, which led to their bedroom. She sighed, knowing very well, how difficult it was going to be, to calm down her laad governor.

Khushi entered their room, to notice that Arnav's suit and waistcoat lay carelessly discarded, on the recliner. He stood near their wardrobe trying to pull at his tie, which seemed to have been tightly knotted. She saw the frustration and desperation rise, in his body language... as he stood, with his back towards her. He left the tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly and steadily, his perfectly sculpted body came into her view.

Khushi stood rooted to the spot, enjoying the delicious display of her husband's toned body... his muscles flexing in agitation, the sweat still glistening on his bare back. As he turned around to look at her, she noticed first his surprise and then a shameless smirk steal across his striking face. She realized that the desire in her eyes had been very obvious... and her Arnavji, never let these kind of opportunities go to waste.

He again started fiddling with his tie to untie the knot, when Khushi could not stop the words that left her mouth... "Let that be..." Arnav raised an eyebrow to question her, as she walked up to him, with an extra sway in her hips... trying to be as seductive, as she could. She stood a foot away from him, his eyes moving languidly over her body. She raised her hand slowly, and held the striking red tie to yank her shocked husband towards herself.

How could she tell him... what that red tie, hanging over his flawlessly toned body, those rippling muscles and his desire-crazed eyes did to her? She saw him overcome his shock quickly, as he grabbed her by the waist and reduced every inch of the distance between them. His desirous eyes bored into hers, tempting her, and instigating her to make the first move.

She had missed him in the last week, exhausted with all the rituals and preparations. She had not even had the energy to stay awake, until they reached Shantivan. Now that the wedding was over, there was no real hurry... she took her own sweet time to move forward and took his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Arnav, however, had different ideas all together. He turned the kiss into a maddening need to taste, driving them both into a frenzy, to touch the other.

Khushi did not even realize when he had stripped them of their clothes, until she felt him lowering her on their bed. However, the red tie was in place... just the tie and her naked husband. She blushed at her boldness, as he covered her body with his... kissing her endlessly, nipping at her tender skin, marking her, relishing her divine taste. Their bodies were on fire, as passion sizzled between the two. Arnav had always known and understood that the chemistry between them was something precious; however, nothing ever prepared him for the quirkiness of his gorgeous wife.

Arnav lay on the bed, cooling down with Khushi, snuggled into his arms, breathing evenly. He brushed a few loose tendrils off her face, and kissed her forehead lightly. She had surprised him today, and he knew how guilty she felt for troubling him. She had the kindest and most loving heart in the world... and it belonged to him... only him. He smiled, thinking about how the red tie had her raging towards him and pulled her soft form even closer. The last thought that he had, as sleep overtook him was, 'If this is how a wife is going to be right... he would love to be always wrong.'

#2 : Business ka Big-mess

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