Monday, December 10, 2012

ArHi OS:: A Kiss for A File


"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly."

"Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, give that file back this instant!" he bellowed, chasing after his silly wife. "Khushi please I need to attend this meeting." he pleaded, still trying to grab her but she again managed to slip away.

"Nahi Arnav ji. You promised you would spend time with me today so no matter what happens that's what you will do." Khushi fired back at him before hopping onto their bed.

He made a final attempt to grab hold of her but at the very last second she jumped out of the way, making him fall onto the bed. She turned back to give him a sweet mischevious smile before bolting out the door and down the hall. He couldn't help but smile at her crazy antics. Who would have thought the hot-headed, ruthless businessman Arnav Singh Raizada had patience to not only put up with his wife's childish shenanigans but also enjoy them.

Arnav quickly climbed back onto his feet before going after Khushi. He found her sitting with Anjali in the dining room, casually chattering away. He noticed her folded hands were resting on the file that he needed to finalize an important deal. 'Urgh, next time I'll have to think a hundred times before I promise her anything. She takes them too seriously.' he quietly thought to himself, before casually walking over to the two women that pretty much dominated his life.

"Chote? You aren't going to office today?" Anjali inquired when she noticed him enter the dining room.

"Yes I am, di. As soon as Khushi stops acting like a child and returns my file I'll be leaving for a meeting." Arnav stated, watching Khushi glare at him.

Anjali turned to look at Khushi questioningly. "Bhabi?"

Khushi had quickly hidden the file under the pallu of her saree before Anjali could notice. "Di, I don't know what he's talking about." she replied innocently, giving him a quick wink before continuing her act. "Lagtha hai inko koi galat fami hui."

Before Arnav could say anything she quickly interrupted, "I'll go finish making breakfast." She jumped to her feet and quickly escaped to the kitchen making sure to keep the file hidden from view.

"Chote are you sure you didn't misplace your file?" Anjali naively asked.

Arnav shot his di an incredulous look, surprised that she had actually fallen for Khushi's excuse, before heaving a sigh and walking off to the kitchen.

He paused in the entrance watching the petite figure of his beautiful wife scamper from one end of the kitchen to the other while preparing breakfast for everyone. He quickly scanned the countertop but his file was no where in sight. 'Fine Khushi, I guess we'll have to do this MY way now.' he thought to himself while a smirk spread across his face.

He casually strolled over to her until he was standing directly behind her. She had been busy kneading dough to make rotis but instantly stiffened when she felt his presence. Before she could react Arnav slowly slid his hands around her waist, intentionally running the pads of his fingers gently along the bare smooth skin of her sides and her stomach. He tightened his hold around her waist as he stepped closer to her until her back was pressed tightly against his chest. He could hear her breathing quicken as he moved his face closer to the side of her head. Her long silky hair was tied up into a messy bun leaving the delicate creamy skin of her neck and back exposed to him, making his work all the more easier.

"Arnav ji?" Khushi whispered. "What are you doing?"

Arnav leaned into the crook of her neck and placed a light kiss making her jump in surprise. He ran his lips along her neck to the edge of her shoulder, smiling when he felt her shudder in passion.

"What do you think I'm doing Khushi?" he softly murmured against the base of her neck.

He kissed his way up her neck and nuzzled her ear, making her squirm a little. Arnav couldn't fight off a smile when he heard her gasp as he bit the tip of her ear. He loved her reactions to his every kiss and touch. He loved how she was so aware of his each and every move.

"Arnav come..." she tried to tell him but trailed off when he tightened his hold on her waist even more and peppered open mouthed kissed down her back.

She let out a soft moan when she felt his teeth lightly sink into the tenative skin of her nape.

"Arnav ji pleaseee" she hissed as she lost control over herself.

In an instant Arnav flipped her around and once again pulled her close till their chests were touching and their faces were inches apart. He gazed into her hazel orbs watching determination and desire fighting to take control, and it seemed like determination to stop him was winning. As she raised her hands to push him away he interrupted her actions.

"Wait Khushi, your hands are full of aata. Don't get it on my shirt." he warned her, smirking. From the look of her face he could tell she was realizing that no matter what he did she wouldn't be able to touch him - with her hands atleast.

"Arnav ji, someone will come in here. And I have to make breakfast, everyone's already woken up by now." Khushi began talking nonstop trying to persuade him in letting her go. He inwardly chuckled at her attempt to distract him before quickly and effectively shutting her up by tugging her closer till their noses were touching. Her innocent doe-like eyes widened in surprise before lowering in shyness. A beautiful shade of pink spread across her cheeks as she felt the potent desire pour out of just his gaze. He watched her blush and realized that he'd have to get his file back quickly and get away from her before he got distracted by her innocent beauty and delectable softness.

Khushi once again tried to free herself but to no avail. Arnav tightened his hold even more and lightly ran his fingers along the side of her jaw making her close her eyes in ecstacy. He lightly tucked away a stray strand of hair that had fallen onto her face. He loved that strand of hair. Whenever she was busy with her chores or some other work that strand of hair always managed to fall onto her face and tantalize her. She would cutely huff in annoyance and push it back. Everytime he saw this, either when she was busy making jalebis or fixing up lunch , he always got the urge to walk up to her and caress her face before kissing her senseless. And sometimes he did.

He leaned in to taste her sweet flavor but realized he was on a mission and couldn't afford to get distracted. He looked up and noticed how his crazy yet beautifully stubborn wife was anxiously waiting for him to close the remaining space between them. He softly chuckled and leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, letting their lips brush but not fully. He moved down to her jaw and peppered her with open mouthed kisses teasing and tantalizing her till she was squirming with passion in his arms. By now she had stopped all her worries about being caught and was just enjoying her husband's sweet torture.

"Khushi?" Arnav murmured against the base of her neck, never losing contact with her skin.

"Mmm..." Khushi sighed as she slid her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him.

"Where's my laptop, sweetheart?" he inquired while softly nipping her collarbone.

Khushi moaned in pleasure. "On the bedside table" she mumbled when she could think again.

"And where's my cellphone, love?" he asked while placing a lush kiss right on the base of her neck.

Khushi closed her eyes and sighed happily. "On my dresser."

"Where's my file, baby?" he questioned while running the tip of his tongue along the outer seams of her full lips.

"In the top cabinet next to the dal" she gasped out as pure desire rushed through her veins.

Arnav smiled triumphantly. He leaned in and finally kissed her full on the lips. He felt Khushi's lips curve up against his as she sighed happily and kissed him back. He pulled away after a minute and watched as her face slipped into a pout.

"Sorry baby but I have a meeting to attend and I'm already late." he winked at her and walked over to the cabinet she had mentioned and pulled out his file. He turned to see his wife's face flustered in anger and embarrassment.

"You tricked me." she ground out, fury glinting in her expressive hazel eyes.

Arnav chuckled. She was an angry kitten that thought of herself as a tigress. He pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss. "Don't worry I'll come home early and we can continue where we left off." he teased before walking off and out of the kitchen.

Arnav climbed into his car and and grinned. He was sure he'd find a tray full of jalebis when he got back home today. That is if she didn't eat all of them.




    OMG THIS KUSHI IS SUCH A SEXY VIXEN! You make me want to grab her and kidnap her.
    Powerful writing here!!!

    Oh no...oh no oh no oh no KHUSHI RUN!!!
    he's going to use his sexiness isn't he!??!

    Ai haiii
    Things are getting spicy in this kitchen...AND IT'S DEFINITELY NOT THE BREAKFAST! LMFAO!!!


    OH :O

    Loved it <3

    BAHAHAHA <333

    The flow was amazing and the passion was intense but comfortable and cute :)

  2. Arnav knows exactly what to do to extract information out of his Khushi! What a freakin' tease. I hope Khushi had more than just a tray full of jalebis waiting for her husband when he got home. ;o)

  3. Arnav is so naughty. Really knows how to trick Khusi with all seduction :) . Loved this one. Poor Khusi...

  4. hahhaa...very sweet...
    -minar(if id: xyzsm)

  5. awwwwwwww dat was rude.... he tricked the innocent gal