Chapter 37 #2
Laughter rippled through the group, and just as it began to quiet, Kushal cleared his throat again. “And since Anant’s case wrapped successfully,” he added, his gaze sliding to Arundhati once before he turned to the crowd again, “starting next week, Arundhati and I are taking a two-month break.”
A collective gasp echoed in the hall, followed by more cheers. Arundhati blinked, startled, at this news. “Two months’ break?” she repeated under her breath.
Kushal bent closer, his voice dropping to that husky tone only she could decode. “We have a long-overdue honeymoon, Mrs. Nair. Even a day less than two months with you doesn’t sound like the dream honeymoon I’ve planned for my wife. And don’t look so surprised… it was supposed to be a year.”
Her jaw fell open as she smacked his arm lightly. “A year? Are you serious? Does uncle know?”
Raj Verma chuckled, stepping in. “Yes, he told me. And don’t worry, I’ve already approved your leaves. You’ve earned it. Now go enjoy your life. And don’t you dare come near the office for the next two months.”
Arundhati’s eyes widened; she couldn’t believe Kushal had planned all of this without saying a word. Her heart fluttered with surprise. But before she could respond, the music buzzed louder now. People were heading to the dance floor.
Raj extended his hand toward Arundhati. “Come on, Aru. One dance with your old uncle before you disappear for two months.”
Before Raj could whisk Arundhati away, Kushal moved first, tugging her back gently by the waist. “She’s dancing with me.”
Raj raised a brow, feigning offence. “Oh no, young man. You get her for sixty days straight. Tonight, she’s mine.”
Before Kushal could protest, Arundhati laughed and slipped her hand into her uncle’s. “It’s just one dance,” she said with a teasing smile toward her husband.
Kushal shook his head in mock annoyance but couldn’t hide the soft grin tugging his lips as he watched her walk away. She laughed freely with her uncle, her smile radiant under the lights, her black dress shimmering with every move.
He took a slow sip of his next drink, eyes following her every sway and turn. Even in a crowd, she had his full attention. Always!!
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The dance with her uncle seemed endless.
For Kushal, every minute felt like an hour.
His patience wore thin as he watched Arundhati’s laughter float across the floor, her black dress catching the light with every move.
By the time Raj twirled her one last time, Kushal couldn’t take it anymore.
He strode straight to them, his eyes fixed on his wife.
“I’m afraid I’m stealing her now,” he said to Raj Verma with a faint smile and urgency.
Raj laughed, shaking his head. “Go on then. I wouldn’t want to keep my golden boy waiting.”
Arundhati could only blink at her husband’s brazenness. With final goodbyes to everyone, they stepped out.
In the car, she couldn’t resist teasing him, tracing idle circles over his thigh as he drove.
When her fingers inched too close to his straining bulge in his pants, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand down on his thigh again, before entwining their fingers.
Arundhati saw the wild heat in his gaze as it roamed on her face once before he raised her hand and kissed her fingers.
“We are almost there,” he said, gently biting her finger to ease his growing ache.
She was equally impatient tonight. She didn’t know if it was the announcement of their two-month honeymoon, or the wine that she had too much, or was it the man himself, her sexy husband Kushal…responsible for her desperation. But in either case, she couldn’t wait.
By the time they reached the parking of their penthouse, the tension had reached its breaking point.
He helped her out of the car, but neither said a word.
When the elevator doors slid shut, Kushal finally gave in.
His hands held her waist, her breath catching as he drew her close.
He pinned her to the elevator wall behind, placed open-mouthed kisses all over her face, before claiming her lips.
She gasped at the rawness of his actions, their bodies grinding with each other’s for the release of that ache which was burning inside them.
It was only after the elevator doors opened on their floor that they pulled away briefly and hardly made it to the door.
She punched in her birthdate on the keypad, his hands already working behind her on the dress zip.
The moment the door of their penthouse opened, he pulled her inside with him, and kicked the door shut.
The lights were still off; only the faint moonlight coming from the French glass windows illuminated their home.
Kushal unzipped her dress in one go before peeling the dress from her body.
Her fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt, which he shrugged off right there with her dress at the main door and carried her over his shoulders like a caveman.
A soft giggle escaped her lips, but he instantly silenced it by spanking her soft bottom once.
“Quiet,” he said, marching straight towards their bedroom.
The moment he set her down on the bed, his hands were all over her, tearing off the rest of her clothes. In no time, she was bare before him, exposed to his hungry gaze.
Arundhati watched him as he sat up on his knees, unzipping himself. Her breath went shallow at the breathtaking sight of his nak*d glory. He worshipped every inch of her body, sucking, kissing, licking until she writhed with need beneath him. He was merciless in his pursuit tonight.
Her eyes shut as his thick finger flickered against her opening, before sliding inside while she weaved her fingers through his hair, holding him tightly against her as he trailed kisses along her collarbone.
He just knew where to touch and when to change his movements to build the pleasure she so craved. A flash of agony shot through her nerve endings as his mouth landed on her breast, grazing her firm bud with his teeth before a wave of pleasure swept over her.
“You are so f*cking tempting, Aru,” he groaned as his fingers relentlessly worked her up. “Imagine doing this for the next sixty days and nights, having nothing to worry about. No work…no cooking…no home chores… nothing. Just this…just us.”
The pleasure built high with every picture he painted of their honeymoon. She gasped deeply, her head pushing back against the pillow to help ease the pressure inside her.
His thin lips lifted in a lustful smile.
“I love you, Aru,” he murmured, claiming her lips again, working her up, faster, bringing her to the edge.
“I…” she gasped again as her muscles contracted. “I love you, too.”
As soon as these words left her mouth, her skin tingled as pleasure exploded from her core and pulsed through her body.
The next hour passed in a blur of consciousness for Arundhati.
Kushal took complete possession of her body, her heart and her soul.
Each thrust reminded her of how much he loved her, and every touch promised to worship her the same way for the rest of their lives together.
She couldn’t imagine how she had lived before without him, without everything that she had experienced with him ever since they had united.
It was a feeling she never wanted to lose again.
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She lay spent against the sheets, her body boneless with exhaustion, yet nestled perfectly within his arms. Their legs were tangled beneath the sheets, his resting possessively over hers, anchoring her close.
Her lips brushed lazily along his throat, while his fingers threaded through her hair as he tenderly caressed her.
They were both drained, but neither wanted the night to end.
In her drowsy haze, she finally broke the silence. “Where are you taking me for the honeymoon?”
Kushal smiled faintly, tightening his hold until her cheek pressed to his chest. “You tell me,” he murmured.
“Not one, but three places. Pick the destinations you’ve always dreamed of.
We’ll fly there… live there… eat, explore, sleep in late, and make lots of love. That’s our only agenda for two months.”
Her lips curved in a sleepy smile as she nuzzled against him. “Wherever we decide to go, but the first destination has to be Dalhousie,” she whispered, looking up at him with heavy eyes full of love. “That’s where it all began.”
He agreed, brushing his lips against her nose. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how much I wanted you back then…when our rooms were only divided by that connecting door with the broken lock.”
She chuckled, remembering. “Not that you didn’t do anything. You did more than I imagined you would.”
He laughed before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead, right where the line of her sindoor shimmered faintly in the silver glow of moonlight.
“It’s settled then,” he whispered. “Dalhousie first. We’ll pick the next two once we’re there, Mrs. Nair.”
He waited for her reply, but she was already asleep.
With her lips parted slightly, her breath soft against his skin, her face still flushed with traces of their love, his wife was snoring like a baby.
He drew her even closer, fitting her perfectly against him, and closed his eyes too, letting sleep take over.