Chapter Twenty

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "Khushi what's wrong? Why did you gasp? Did I hurt you?"

Khushi shook her head. "No, its not that!"

Arnav looked at her confused. "Then?"

"I called you by your name! I'm so sorry-"

"Wait what?" Arnav chuckled slightly. "What's the deal in saying my name."

"You're not supposed to! It's bad if a wife calls her husband by his name," she pouted slightly. 

"Nonsense. I don't believe in that crap."

"But-"

"Call me by my name. Or else I'll be mad at you."

"But-"

"I'm leaving."

Arnav got up and turned to leave, but Khushi reached out, just as Arnav had expected. 

"Please don't leave me Arnav. You're all I have," she said in a low voice. 

It hurt Arnav to hear that. Not just hurt but angered him. The way her parents were... it just pissed him off! Arnav turned back to Khushi and sat beside her and hugged her, holding her securely. Khushi held onto Arnav and relaxed in his arms. 

A while later, Arnav looked at her. "Tired," he asked, holding her face in his hands. 

Khushi nodded. "Mm hmm."

Arnav laid her back and laid beside her. He pulled up the black silk comforter and covered them both up. Khushi moved over to snuggle into Arnav and Arnav smiled. 

"You smell good," Arnav teased. 

"Really? What do I smell like," Khushi asked confusedly. 

"Like sex."

Khushi gasped and blushed and then hid her face within Arnav's chest. Arnav chuckled and Khushi felt it vibrate off his chest. 

The two eventually fell asleep and slept into the evening. When Khushi woke up, she didn't see Arnav next to her. She got up but didn't see him. Khushi removed the comforter and then quickly placed it back, remembering she was stark naked. She looked at her sundress which was wet from earlier. 

"Now what," she said aloud to herself, biting her fingernail. 

Khushi slowly got up and wrapped the comforter around her. She checked the bathroom, but Arnav wasn't there. She checked the closet but he wasn't there either. She went out and saw Arnav on the phone. 

"Are you serious," he said excitedly. "Dad you're the best! I love you! ... 'kay bye. ... yes I'll tell Khushi you called."

Arnav hanged up and turned to walk back to the room when he saw Khushi. He looked her up and down, admiring her in the black silk. It went perfect with her soft milky skin and Arnav's breath was taken away. Khushi noticed the way Arnav was looking at her and blushed. She tucked her hair behind her ear as Arnav went towards her. 

"You look beautiful," Arnav whispered. 

Khushi blushed. "Thank you, but it's just the comforter."

"Khushi, you could be wearing a potato sack, and you'd still be beautiful."

Khushi was touched by his words and then looked up at him. "Papa called?"

Arnav nodded. "You won't believe it! My father had given me some money to start up my own company last fall. It started to build and my father said that it expanded even more! We have money to open a whole bunch of branches around the country. And foreign countries are demanding for us!"

"Wow, that's amazing! Congrats!"

Arnav smiled and hugged her. "Only because you came into my life, Khushi. You're my good luck charm."

Khushi blushed. 

"I love you baby."

Khushi smiled and pecked his cheek. "I love you too."

*~*

The next morning, Arnav woke up alone. He had moved his arm over to pull his wife to him but found nothing. Moving the comforter aside, he stood up and stretched, and then headed to the bathroom. Washing up, he took a quick shower, stepping right in since he was wearing nothing (and I bet you can guess why). 

Arnav entered the kitchen and found his wife cooking. Stepping towards her cautiously, sure not to make any sound, he advanced. 

But just as Arnav was about to hold her, Khushi said "good morning Arnav!"

Arnav tilted his head. "How'd you know?"

Khushi turned and faced him. "I just do," she smiled. "Hungry?"

"Famished," he winked, and Khushi blushed. 

Khushi placed the breakfast down and the couple ate. They spoke and laughed, enjoying themselves like any couple would. They spent the rest of the day going around the island, strolling hand in hand. As the days passed, they fooled around, spent time on the beach, had intimate moments, but most important of all, loved each other. 

But one thing was going on through Khushi's head. It had been four days since they had arrived and Khushi hadn't worn any of those clothes. She kept feeling tempted to wear it, although Arnav didn't do anything. It was just her inside voice telling her to do it, but Khushi was unsure. She didn't want to seem weird when she wore them, or even look weird in them. 

"Babe?"

Khushi looked up. 

"Coming to bed?"

Arnav had already gotten in bed as Khushi was lost in thought, already washed up and ready for bed. 

Khushi nodded and then went into the closet. She hadn't changed yet, so she went to get it. Khushi was getting her nightwear, when she noticed the bag with those clothes. Khushi felt tempted and she grabbed the bag. She opened it up and went through the bag. She took out the yellow one and sighed. 

It's now or never Khushi, she said in her head. 

Arnav was laying in bed, going through the book Khushi was reading, "Breaking Dawn," when he noticed Khushi from the corner of his eyes. When he looked up at her, his jaw dropped. 

Arnav blinked as Khushi awkwardly stood there, trying to cover her arms, awkwardly covering her legs. Arnav moved out of bed and walked towards her, like he was being drawn by a magnet. Khushi gulped as Arnav neared in on her and looked down at the floor. 

"You look amazing," Arnav said hoarsely. 

Khushi blushed. "Thank you."

Arnav held her around her waist and pulled her to him softly. Khushi placed her hands on his chest and looked away, feeling really shy. Arnav was really enjoying this sight and he wanted to remember this. Reaching over, he picked up his phone from the bedside table and walked them over to the mirror. Khushi looked up at her reflection and then saw Arnav's expression, and then looked away. 

"You look so beautiful," Arnav murmured in her hair. 

Khushi looked down. "It's not me... it's the nightgown."

"As if." Arnav rested his head on her shoulder. "My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world," and he kissed her ear.

Khushi blushed. "You're so sweet."

"I know."

Khushi couldn't help but to giggle and Arnav chuckled as well. Arnav unlocked his phone and then pointed it at the mirror. 

"Smile," he murmured. 

Khushi looked at his reflection as Arnav looked at hers and he took the picture. They took a few more and then Arnav put his phone away. Once he did, he swooped down and picked Khushi up. Khushi clutched onto his shirt as he placed her down on the bed. 

*Mature Content*
Arnav came above her and couldn't resist, so he dived straight into her neck. Khushi held onto Arnav's shoulders as she felt the pleasure of her husband's actions. 

"Arnav," she whispered. 

Arnav turned them over and placed Khushi on top, making her sit on his torso. Arnav sat up, coming nose to nose, and looked at Khushi. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Arnav moved his hands under the babydoll and roamed his hands on her stomach and Khushi let out a moan. 

"Arnav," Khushi moaned. 

Arnav kissed her neck and throat as he let his hands explore. Khushi had her arms wrapped around Arnav's neck and she breathed against it. Arnav raised his hands higher and he felt her erected peaks. Khushi moaned to his touch, and wanted him to touch her again. Arnav understood by her moan and kissed her. 

He held the nightie above her breasts and kissed them. Khushi let out a moan as Arnav began to suck on her nipple. Khushi tossed her head back as Arnav suckled on her breasts. She held onto Arnav's hair tightly and Arnav completely removed the gown. 

Arnav held onto her breasts as he suckled them, his dewy tongue swirling around her nipples, his teeth lightly pulling on them. Khushi moaned out loud as she threw her head back as she pulled on his hair. 

"Ah, Arnav!"

Khushi felt a twitch beneath her and she knew what it was. She slightly lifted herself and pulled on Arnav's shorts. Arnav looked at Khushi, surprised by her boldness. But Arnav didn't hold back for long and tilted his pelvis up and removed his shorts. 

Khushi just looked at his cock, and Arnav watched her expressions. She gulped at its size, surprised that it could actually fit inside her. 

Arnav tucked her hair behind her ear and tilted her face up. "What you thinking," he slightly teased. 

Khushi shook her head. "Nothing really, just that... I find it difficult to believe that you can fit in me."

Arnav tried not to smile, being completely humored by what she said. "And why is that," he managed to say. 

"Because it's so big."

Arnav pretended to understand her point, while on the inside, he was enjoying himself. 

"Arnav, are all guys like this?"

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "Like what?"

"Like this. I'm curious. I mean, I could Google it, but it would be better to know from a man himself."

Arnav gaped at her. "Don't you dare Google that."

Khushi got slightly scared. "Why?"

The corner of Arnav's lips curved. "Because I don't want my wife looking at other guys down there."

Khushi gasped and shook her head. "Never. I will only look at yours, promise."

Arnav couldn't help but to smile. And then an idea popped into his head. 

"You'll have to prove it to me Khushi."

"Um... okay." Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "But how?"

"I want you comfortable with it so I want you to hold it."

Khushi's eyes widened. "What?"

"Hold. It."

Khushi gulped and looked at it. She looked back up at Arnav and saw that he was serious. Khushi slowly held her hand out, but she hesitated. Arnav knew she was too innocent, so he held her hand and guided it. He maneuvered her hand and had her hold it. At the feeling of her touch, Arnav took in a sharp breath. 

Khushi withdrew immediately and gasped. "Did I hurt you," she asked in a panicky voice. 

Arnav shook his head. "No. I liked the feel of you on me."

Khushi looked at his thing again and then reached out and carefully touched him. Arnav took in another breath, but Khushi didn't let go. She held it securely in her hands and looked up at Arnav to see his eyes filled with raw passion and desire. 

"How does it feel to touch it," Arnav asked. 

"... strange."

Arnav couldn't help but to chuckle. He looked at Khushi's hand and knew that she was now comfortable holding it. 

It was time for phase two. 

Arnav held her hand and Khushi looked up at him. 

"Just follow my lead," Arnav said. 

Arnav began to move her hand up and down on his shaft. Khushi watched his moves as Arnav just looked at her. He felt Khushi starting to take control, so he let go of her hand. Arnav used both of his hands to support him up as he felt his wife's innocent strokes on him.

Be it innocent and slow, Arnav was completely turned on. Especially with his beautiful wife being exposed, showing off her natural beauty. Arnav felt his body heat up and he wanted more. 

"Khushi," he breathed, "go faster babe."

Khushi looked up at him and saw him breathing fast. "Arnav, are you okay?"

"Yeah... just go faster."

"Um... okay."

Khushi began to move her hand faster, making Arnav groan. 

"That's it baby," Arnav breathed. "Just like that."

Khushi continued and looked up at Arnav. His face was very red and he looked like he was in pain.

"Arnav, maybe I should stop-"

"No baby, don't."

"But Arnav-"

Arnav cupped her face and brought her lips to his. He continued to kiss her so that she wouldn't question further and continue what she was doing. Khushi moaned into his mouth, turning Arnav on even more. Arnav felt himself reaching the brink and knew he was going to cum any minute now.

Turning them over, Arnav laid Khushi flat. He moved his hand down to check if she was wet, and indeed she was. Arnav broke away, leaving a breathless Khushi. Arnav moved her legs up and quickly got a condom. He rolled it over and entered her immediately. Both grunted and Arnav rocked his hips into her, Khushi wrapping her legs around his waist. She tilted her body up to meet him every time and felt herself build.

"Arnav," she gasped.

Arnav knew what she was trying to say and pounded harder. Khushi heard a sound that sounded like slaps, and when she figured out what it was, she blushed even harder. With the feel of those slaps, both were turned on even more, raising them higher and soon enough, both broke free, Khushi yelling his name out in ecstasy and Arnav grunting, pouring himself within her.

The couple looked at each other - red and completely covered in sweat. Arnav kissed her on her forehead and withdrew, laying down beside her. He pulled the covers up and covered their naked, sweat-covered bodies. Khushi snuggled into Arnav as he held her tightly around her waist. 

When Khushi's breath came back to normal, she looked up at Arnav. "Arnav?"

Arnav looked at her and cupped her face. "Yes jaan?"

Khushi blushed slightly. "Um... i want to do that again."

"Do what again," he asked, scrunching his eyebrows, though he had an idea, but he just wanted to hear it from her.

Khushi looked down at his chest. "Um... that. And maybe not now, but... later," she said, blushing really hard.

"And what do you mean by that," he asked teasingly.

Khushi looked up and saw that he was smirking and knew that he was teasing her. She buried her face in his chest. "Oh Arnav, you know what I'm talking about! You're just teasing me," she pouted.

Arnav chuckled, Khushi feeling it off of his chest. "Okay," he chuckled, "I do." He tilted her chin up so that she looked at him. "And I would love for you to do that to me again."

Khushi blushed and bit her lip. Arnav couldn't help but to smile and he kissed her on her lips. That night, they slept contently, both holding each other: Arnav wrapping his right arm around her waist and his left arm supporting Khushi's head, Khushi wrapping her left arm around Arnav's waist and her right hand against his chest, both of their legs entangled.