43. OS 18. Too Tempting to Resist (Part 43)

They couldn’t remember the drive home, both of them caught up in the urgency of the moment, passion roiling through their blood, impatient with everything that held them apart.

Thankfully there was no one in the living room. Mami was watching her favourite serial. Nani was talking to her friend on the phone, cloistered in the comfort of her room and as far away from mami’s TV and the wailing of the actresses as she could make it. Anjali was discussing her next pooja with her favourite purohit over the phone.

Arnav took hold of Khushi’s hand and walked up the steps to their room, their feet making rapid advances to their destination till the door was shut and locked behind them, sequestering them from curious eyes and well-meaning interference.

Arnav stood with his back against the shut door, her hand still in his and looked at Khushi. She was panting, looking slightly dishevelled, her gaze heated and desirous.

He tugged her to fall against him.

“Arnavji...” The cry was a mere breath.

She fell against his chest like a pillow of down, a cloud of dreams, as soft as a flurry of rose petals....

Her arms went around his neck and his clasped her around her bare waist and pulled her closer still.

His lips zeroed in on to the skin behind her ear, laying hot kisses on the sensitive skin and then nipping her ear lobe.

Khushi moaned and shivered, her body trying to get closer to his warmth. Her hands moved to his hair, her fingers clutching the strands at his nape and pulling them. Her head fell back, giving him unimpeded access to her throat.

Soon her pallu was lying on the floor, soon joined by his coat. The rest of her sari slipped off her as his nimble fingers, ably aided by hers, dealt with pins and pleats. As his fingers freed her from her ornaments, hers slipped through his open buttons to touch the searing skin of his bare chest.

The rush of red hot passion burned away her inhibitions and his reserve, their need for each other greater than any force that could have stopped them. Clothes fell on the carpeted floor one after the other and soon, Arnav carried his wife in his strong arms and walked to their bed.