She did not know what she expected to see on the dimly lit place, but right now Khushi Raizada was pinned against a wall, her husband busy devouring her swan like neck and L was breaking every second.
“Arnav Ji we need to be downstairs!” Khushi was breathless, her hands weakly trying to push away Arnav’s that were holding her by the waist.
“You needed to think about that before you showed up looking like this!” He said, not stopping his onslaught as his teeth pulled down her straps a bit.
“Looking like what?” Khushi asked mischievously and Arnav looked up at her.
“I’ll show you what I mean, but we won’t be able to go back down. For quite a long time” Arnav said as he moved his face closer to kiss Khushi.
“No! We need to go.” Khushi stopped him with her palms on his lips, smiling at him. "Please!”
“Fine!” Arnav groaned as he pulled away. “We’ll finish things off at home!”
“And this is the most expensive saree I own now thanks to Payal!” Khushi said rearranging her straps. “Be careful with it!”
“No Promises!” Arnav’s voice was still hoarse as he swiftly kissed khushi on the cheek and then guided her towards the door.
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