"Arnav," Khushi gasped.
"That's it baby."
"Arnav-"
"Hush, I got you," Arnav soothed.
"Babe, I can't" she panted.
"Yes baby, you can."
Khushi groaned. "I can't lift anymore weights!"
Arnav and Khushi were in the gym room, working out. At first it was just Arnav working out and Khushi had come in to give him his cup of coffee, but she got stuck in daze, admiring her husband's physique. Unfortunately for her, Arnav got her to start working out with him, and now here she was, lifting weights.
"You're lucky I'm gonna be exhausted after this," Khushi frowned.
"Baby, these are like what? Two pound weights?"
"Five but it seems like fifty!"
Arnav chuckled. "Just a few more, come on."
Khushi groaned and did as he said, and the second she completed her set, she put the weights down and collapsed to the floor, laying down.
"My poor arms," Khushi whined.
Arnav chuckled as he joined her by her side. "It wasn't that bad baby."
Khushi made a face and boy if looks could kill, Arnav would've been done for!
"Don't ever make me do that again," Khushi exclaimed.
Arnav grinned. "Baby."
"I'd rather be a baby then be wiped out! I can't even get up cause I don't have the energy in me to do that!"
Arnav smirked lightly as he moved over her, moving in between her legs.
Khushi frowned. "Don't get any ideas Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada."
"Oh? Why not Mrs. Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada?"
"Because you're going to do 50 push-ups."
"Push-ups? Why," he chuckled.
"After the hell you put me through, you're going to go through it as well."
Arnav put his hands on the floor beside Khushi's face, trapping her under him. "Only 50?"
"I did 5 sets of ten so yes, 50 push-ups."
"Fine, 50 it is."
Arnav bent his arms and came closer to her face.
"Kiss me," Arnav murmured on her lips.
"I don't have the energy in me to do it and right now, I don't feel like kissing you after what you made me do," Khushi pouted.
Arnav chuckled and kissed her, then extended his arms. "One."
Khushi scrunched her eyebrows and Arnav bent his arms again, kissed her, then extended his arms.
"Two."
Khushi couldn't help herself but to smile. "A kiss for every push-up?"
Arnav bent his arms and kissed her. "Yes," he murmured on her lips, then went back up. "Three."
"Why?"
Arnav bent down and kissed her, then went back up. "For motivation. Four."
"Interesting.... I just might like this."
Arnav bent down. "Good," and he kissed her then moved back up. "Five."
Arnav continued to do this for next forty five push-ups. At fifty, Khushi was surprised that Arnav was still holding himself up as if he hadn't done any of the push-ups.
"I know you're strong, but I didn't know you were that strong," Khushi said.
"Baby, you're hurting my feelings," Arnav pouted.
Khushi chuckled and entwined her fingers in his damp hair. With her other hand, she wiped the little sweat beads that had formed on his forehead.
"I'm assuming you have some energy in you?"
Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Yes I do. Why?"
Khushi didn't say anything and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Arnav gasped. "Is my Khushi being brave?"
Khushi nodded. "I want you."
Arnav grinned. "Now?"
Khushi nodded. "Yes."
"Here?"
Khushi's eyes widened. "Here?"
"Why not?"
"B-but what if someone comes looking for us?"
"Dad's been down at town hall since 7 in the morning and Dai Ma is doing groceries. Everyone else is busy doing their work."
"But-"
"Plus it's not like I have to wrap up anymore," he smirked.
Khushi blushed. A while back, she had gone to the doctors and had gotten the pill, just to be more careful. She had a scare that she was pregnant, but she got her gift from mother nature the week after. After that, Khushi just wanted to be careful. She didn't know what Arnav's opinion was on having chuldren. Although she'd like to have a baby now, she was scared to ask Arnav.
"What's wrong," Arnav asked.
Khushi looked up at him and shook her head. "Nothing important, just a thought."
Arnav nodded then kissed her. Khushi tightened her hold on him, tightening her hold of his hair. Arnav shifted and brought one of his hands down to her waist. He brought his hand under her t-shirt and Khushi moaned into his mouth.
"You're lucky I didn't change out of my pajamas today," Khushi said.
"True. Thank you dad and Dai Ma for leaving early and not having my wife go through wardrobe for breakfast."
Khushi pulled on his hair.
"Ow, sorry."
Khushi frowned. "I can't come down in my pajamas to breakfast. What would Papa think?"
"That you're normal."
Khushi tugged on his hair again.
"Ow, okay, sorry!"
Khushi pouted.
"Khushi, you've been in this house for more than a year. Aren't you comfortable yet?"
Khushi frowned. "I have been since the day I arrived here."
"Then why do you feel the need to present yourself."
Khushi pursed her lips.
"I've noticed that lately you've been trying harder, and I don't understand understand why."
Khushi looked down. How could she tell him what she heard Divya say about her?
"Khushi, you are perfect just the way you are. Even if you're in a baggy t-shirt and sweats."
Khushi smiled softly.
"I hope that while I'm away, you'll realize that."
Khushi groaned and looked away. "Do you have to go to Paris?"
"And London, yes. I told you to come with me. It could've been our second honeymoon," he grinned devilishly.
"No, I have to take care of Papa."
"What about me? Don't you have to take care of your husband? The number one husband in the world?"
"Number one? More like a hundred," Khushi teased.
Arnav gripped Khushi's waist. "Take that back."
"No," Khushi smirked.
Arnav tickled her sides, taking Khushi into a frenzy.
"Arnav- Arnav stop," she laughed.
"Take it back."
"No, stop!"
"Take it back Khushi," Arnav grinned.
Khushi tossed her head from side to side, howling with laughter. "No, I won't!"
Arnav continued to tickle her and Khushi continued to laugh.
"Be a good girl Khushi and say that I'm the best husband in the world."
Khushi could only laugh, unable to bring words to her lips.
"Say it."
"I- Arnav- I can't!"
"Say it."
"Stop tickling me, I can't speak!"
Arnav paused but he kept his grip on her waist. "Now say it."
Khushi caught her breath. "You're crazy."
Arnav poked her sides, causing Khushi to jolt.
"Hey," she exclaimed.
"Say it," Arnav said, his finger ready to poke her again.
"You're impossible."
Arnav cocked his eyebrow, ready to poke her, when Khushi stopped him.
"Okay! You're the best husband in the world. Happy?"
"Nope."
"What-"
Before Khushi could say anything else, Arnav sealed her lips with his. When he broke away, Khushi sighed.
"I'm gonna miss that. Two weeks?"
Arnav nodded. "Two weeks."
Unable to help herself, tears formed in Khushi's eyes.
"Oh baby, don't cry."
Khushi sniffled and looked away. "I'm not," she said, her voice cracking.
Arnav brought them up and brought her to his lap, cradling her in his arms. "It's not that long," Arnav said softly, running his fingers through her hair.
"I know," Khushi whispered.
"You won't be alone. You have Dad and Dai Ma with you."
"I know but... I don't know why, but I feel like something is going to happen."
"Like what?"
"I don't know... I can't tell if it'll be good or bad."
Arnav smiled. "Don't let your paranoia get to you babe. Everything will be okay."
Khushi held onto Arnav, hugging him. "I hope so."
Arnav stood up, taking Khushi in his arms. "It's obvious that you won't let this go, so it's up to me to distract you."
"Oh? And how will you do that," Khushi asked, though she had a pretty good idea what it was.
Arnav only winked and took her to their room.
