ArShi- One Shots - Collection of short stories

Her First Morning The warm rays of the sun illuminated the room with a serene glow. In any normal day Khushi would not have appreciated the rays directly falling on her eyes, disturbing her sleep. But that morning was special, because the night that passed was extremely special. Khushi opened her eyes to witness the bright morning and a smile was plastered on her lips. She wondered if the smile just stayed throughout the night when she was asleep. After all she had the best sleep of her life. With a little movement Khushi adjusted herself in the bed so that she was facing the ceiling. The soft satin of the duvet rubbed her body making her aware that she was naked waist down. The brown shirt, only piece of clothing that covered her body, had ridden up and Khushi suspected the strong male hand on her waist had something to do with it. Very carefully Khushi pulled down his shirt on her body. Last night when she was debating with herself on whether to sleep naked or to grab a night suit from her still unpacked bag, she spotted his brown shirt carelessly thrown on the nearby chair. Thoughts of all the romantic stories that Khushi had ever read passed her mind, how the heroine wears the hero's shirt after their act of passion. Khushi couldn't resist the temptation of wearing his shirt. It seemed just like how she always imagined. Also she was too tired to grab her bag and she doesn't like sleeping naked. A sudden chill ran down her spine as Khushi felt soft caresses on her skin below her stomach. She turned her head to the left immediately to check if he was awake. But no, her completely sated husband was sleeping peacefully. "Arnav she whispered to herself. Khushi's smile widened as she looked at him or was it blush? If Khushi tells her friends that she consummated her marriage with her husband last night they are totally going to give her that told-you-so' look. She very clearly remembers her conversation with her friends a week before her marriage. "I am not going to let him even touch me before we get to know each other better Khushi had told. That sounded funny to even Khushi now. She had let him do more than just touch her last night. What changed?' Khushi wondered. Khushi always knew her marriage would be arranged considering how conservative her family is, not that she wanted to fall in love but she was prepared herself to marry whoever her grandfather chose for her. After Khushi agreed to marry and approved the guy her family suggested everything took place around her in fast forward and before she could know she was in marriage hall. Khushi spoke to him only a couple of times before the wedding and none of the conversation involved more than two sentences. The day before the wedding Khushi had a full speech rehearsed to convince him that they needed more time before consummating their marriage. But now contrary to her decision she was in her husband's arms, in his bed, admiring how cute he looked when he was sleeping. Khushi blamed all the romantic stories that her friends kept forcing her to read. They did have an effect on her hormones. There are high possibilities that her husband's handsome face and chiselled body did some trick. He looked no less than a film star in that cream colour sherwani. Or was it his light caresses on her waist during the photo shoot? Well his hand reminded on her waist massaging the area way after the photo shoot ended. No complains. May be it was just that one embarrassing moment in car. They both were coming to his house from the wedding hall in a car. The drive was long and Khushi was very tired. What she thought as just relaxing the tired eyes turned into a small nap. When she woke up, she found herself pressed to her husband's body. Her head was on his chest and she was half hugging him with her arms around him. He was looking outside the window but his right arm was around her securely. She lifted herself with a sudden jerk and he looked at her concerned. "Are you okay? he asked. She nodded too embarrassed to look at him.Water? he asked extending a bottle towards her and she took it mumbling a thank you. She sat far away from him through rest of the journey but that did nothing to make her heart beats normal. Unfortunate for Khushi, that just didn't end there. Few minutes after all the rituals of new daughter-in-law entering the house ended, they both were seated in living room surrounded by his cousins. The casual conversation became a all-blushing' moment for her, when one of his cousins spotted lipstick mark on his chest, which Khushi believed happened during her little nap in the car. Khushi focussed her eyes on the carpet studying its patterns as his cousins were teasing him saying that he couldn't even wait till they reached the house. Laughter filled the house; while a part of Khushi enjoyed all the teasing another part of her was very uncomfortable. Arnav's one glare silenced them and they all left the room snickering. His reaction worried Khushi, what if he is a no fun type?' she wondered. Her worries disappeared the moment her eyes met his and he looked at her waggling his eyebrows with a mischievous glint. Khushi lowered her eyes blushing. She was about to wipe the lipstick mark with a tissue but he stopped her. He shook his head as if saying no and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care what others thought and he is cool with it, which made Khushi blush more. After that she began to anticipate going to his room purely because she wanted to talk to him and spend time with him. Khushi was still holding to the idea of first talking and getting to know each other before everything, when he walked inside the room. But the moment he lifted her veil and their eyes met, all rational thoughts flew out of her mind. He didn't force her, not at all. It was all mutual and magical. Arnav first held her hand in his and his thumb started making patterns on her palm. "Khushi he called and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He looked hesitant as if he was waiting for her approval to proceed. Khushi had no heart to recite her pre-rehearsed lecture. She didn't want to do it to him or to herself. She decided to take it with the flow. So when he moved closer to her and placed his palm on her cheeks, she just bent her head slightly as if telling him she is as much interested as him. What followed was something that Khushi could never ever forget. His hand that was on her cheeks slowly moved behind her head and he very lightly caressed her ear. His face came near her until their lips were hairline apart. The anticipation killed her. Khushi closed her eyes and the next moment she felt his lips on hers. It was nothing like what the books said it was, it was much more. His lips first gently rubbed on hers then he slowly traced her lower lip with his tongue. Just like a reflex action Khushi's lips parted and Arnav wasted no time in pulling her lips between his. Once his tongue touched hers, Khushi couldn't take it anymore and she placed her back on the bed and pulled him on top of her. While his lips were discovering her secret taste her hands began to travel from his head to all over his back. Arnav pulled back from the kiss when she became breathless and his eyes locked with hers. "Beautiful he whispered making her feel more lovely than she already felt by his touch. He began to place slow kisses from her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and jaws before he again pulled her into French kiss. His hands were running all over her bare waist as his mouth left her lips and started kissing down her jaw. Soon his face reached where his hands stayed and he began placing open mouth kisses on her silky stomach. He rubbed his nose over her belly button before kissing it sensually making her curl her toes in passion. Now Khushi wanted to be equal participant in the passion and she pulled him up to her holding his shoulder. She once again locked her lips with him. When Khushi pushed him on his back and tried to come on top, he obliged with a small smile. Khushi kissed his eyes and nose. Then she began rubbing her lips on his stubble cheeks. The roughness only increased her passion and she let her tongue taste his cheeks. His manly hands wasted no time in unzipping her choli and Khushi gasped as she felt her dress slipping off her body. Her designer choli was thrown to the farther end of the room as he moved all her hair behind her shoulder to get a good look at his beautiful wife. More than shy Khushi felt proud at his appreciating gaze. Arnav's hand traced her bare arms up and down; he caressed her shoulder as he gently pushed her straps down. Arnav lifted himself and began to kiss her shoulders while she was still on him. Khushi hugged him. Her hands were on his head and she was pushing him further to herself if that was even possible. Arnav's one hand was on her nape massaging it while his other hand effortlessly unhooked her bra. "Arnav she moaned as he lowered her on the bed and pulled away the cloth from her body in one go. As a sudden instinct Khushi wanted to cover herself but Arnav was quick enough to cover her assets with his hands and lips. "Ahh She moaned as she felt his lips suck and lick her sensitive skin. Arnav lifted himself off her only for a minute to take off his Kurti and soon started making her see stars using his hands and lips. When Arnav was satisfied with the attention her beautiful mounds got, he lowered himself down until he reached the string of her skirt. He looked up to see Khushi's face as if conforming that she wants what exactly he wants. With one sharp pull the string was pulled and her skirt came lose.Arnav Khushi moaned for the first time feeling his hand on her most precious part. Arnav came back to her face and placed one long smooch as if making her ready for what is yet to come. Khushi reciprocated with same passion. The few last barriers between them were removed and Arnav made Khushi his, completely. Khushi's heart skipped a beat as she recollected last night's happenings. Now she was a married woman with a charming husband to whom she has gifted her virtue. The thought gave her ticklish feeling. Khushi sighed deeply looking at her husband once again. She has to get ready for the prayer that his mom has organized but all she wishes is to stay in bed with him forever. He was in deep sleep, one tight sleeper he must be. Khushi placed a quick peck on his lips before pushing the duvet and getting out of the bed. Her eyes landed on the full length mirror, she looked at herself. She looked same yet different. Khushi looked at the bite mark on her shoulder and then she looked at her sleeping husband through the mirror. A smile appeared on her face as she traced the mark; she had to hide it before going down. Khushi smiled widely looking at her reflection. This was just one of the many happy mornings that she will wake up to; knowing this she briskly began to get ready for her new day, new life.