Helping Hand
1571 Words
Helping Hand
Khushi kept staring at the red saree placed on the bed. Naani, her husband's grandmother, has gifted the beautiful saree for the party that night. It was a blood red saree with stone works on pleat and pallu. Khushi absolutely loved the saree. The only problem was that she didn't know how to drape it.
Khushi dated her now husband Arnav Singh Raizada for three years before they married. Naani was not really fond of Khushi. Khushi was convinced it was majorly due to the way Naani found out about her relationship with Arnav.
Arnav and Khushi had been in the mall shopping for Khushi's upcoming birthday. Khushi decided on buying a very simple lavender coloured crop top and pink palazzo. Arnav spotted a very short navy blue shift dress without sleeves. He claimed it was his favourite colour on her and insisted her to try it at least, even if she doesn't want to buy it. Khushi agreed and went to changing room with it. Khushi personally loved how it looked on her. If it wasn't for the five figure rate and exposing style, she would have bought it.
Khushi came out the changing room and immediately spotted Arnav near Saree section. She showed him happily how the dress fit her. She pulled him towards her to pose for a selfie. All the while she failed to notice his reaction.
Arnav was startled to see his Naani in the shop. He was giving lame excuses for his presence in the ladies section and that is when his otherwise decently dressed girlfriend came to him in an extremely revealing short dress. Curse his luck for choosing the dress. Arnav untangled himself from Khushi's hold and looked at Naani discomfited. Khushi by now noticed Naani's presence and her eyes widened in shock and she immediately rushed to the changing room.
What followed was a quick meeting of families and wedding arrangements. Naani had nothing against Arnav marrying Khushi. But, Khushi always regretted forming not so good first impression in Naani's eyes. She has heard from Arnav how conservative his Naani is. Naani did agree for Arnav and Khushi's marriage owing to her love for her grandson. But Khushi was sure Naani had some doubts as far as Khushi was concerned. So, Khushi badly wanted to redeem herself.
After one month of the marriage, Naani has for the first time asked Khushi something. It was her friend's granddaughter's wedding and Naani wanted Khushi to wear saree. If her mom had been in town, Khushi could have asked her help. Alas stars weren't on her favour. Khushi had changed into red blouse and matching petticoat. Her last resort was to watch a YouTube video and help her with the saree. Everything was going smooth until her husband walked in.
"Wow that is a good way to greet your husband commented Arnav who had just walked into the room.
Khushi looked up from trying to figure out how the lady in the YouTube twisted fingers effortlessly and formed pleats. Arnav was totally taken by his wife's state. Her hair was held in a messy bun. Her blouse was untied and cream coloured bra played peek-a-boo from her shoulder. Her saree was close to tangled and she stood there like a small kid caught in chaos looking innocent. That sight completely turned him on.
"Arnav Khushi moaned a complain as she pointed at her plight " Look at me
"That I am darling Arnav walked to the bed without taking his eyes off her and lay on the bed with his elbow supporting his head. His instincts said he was in for a treat.
"Arnav Khushi admonished her husband. "Help me she said ignoring his not so innocent looks
"Half the work is done sweetheart. You have already undressed. Is it some kind of a strip tease?
"Moron. I am trying to drape a saree. Anger coursed in her mind at her husband's nonchalant behaviour. But she has to control. She needs his help.
"Why? Arnav asked casually
"Because I am going to a wedding with Naani and she wanted me to wear this
Arnav was aware of Khushi's desperate need to impress Naani. No matter how many times he tells her that Naani already likes her, she is not convinced.
"Are you asking me for help Mrs.Raizada? Because your voice seems like one that of ordering
Khushi closed her eyes to deter from giving a sarcastic remark. She knows her husband's way of playing with words. She is not going to give in.
"Arnav
"Did I hear please? Arnav asked placing his hand near his ear for better listening
"Jaanu please Khushi slanted her head to the side and pouted. One gesture that never fails on Arnav Singh Raizada, after her tears, of course.
Arnav sighed as he got up from the bed. With one quick pull Arnav freed her from the saree and took it in his hand.
"You are an expert in undressing now, aren't you? " she stated chuckling
"Well, I am man of many talents? Arnav winked
He stretched the saree to its full length and then held the corner of it.
"So, now is it right time to talk? he asked making a serious expression
"Excuse me?
"What is in for me if I help you?
"Arnav I blod...
"Khushi, don't forget you are the one who needs help he reminded before his wife could cuss
"Fine! What do you want?
"Well, what a newly married husband would want from his hot wife Arnav said with a cheeky smile
"Ok, tonight we will do what I promised that we will do on your birthday
"Nope, let it be my birthday gift'
"Then? "
"Let us do what you swore you will never do Arnav said with a smirk
"You are such a jerk Khushi said glaring at him
"Who needs help?
"Okay fine. Whatever you want
Arnav with an uncontainable grin sat on his knees in front of Khushi. He slowly caressed her navel with the tip of his fingers.
"Arnav she moaned feeling ticklish
"Did I ever tell you that you have beautiful navel saying that Arnav moved forward and kissed her right there
"Arnav, please "
"Mrs.Raizada if I am going to help you then it should be my way he ordered as he bend again and traced her navel with the tip of his tongue. As a reflex action Khushi held his hair and squeezed her tummy.
Arnav held the edge of the saree and in a deliberate slow motion tucked it inside her petticoat. He stood back his legs and went behind her to wrap the saree around her. Now, he held the other edge of the saree and began to set the pallu. Arnav deliberately brushed her breasts while placing the pallu on her shoulder.
"Ohh... Aren't the little things getting hard just by my single touch? he joked making Khushi embarrassed
He began to arrange the pallu and little by little caressed her breasts. His thumb accidentally' brushed one of her n*****s making Khushi moan his name.
"What is it baby? he asked teasingly and he shamelessly touched her there again and squeezed a little
"Such a beauty he commented
Arnav went behind her and let out a appalled gasp.
"Very bad baby, you have still not hooked your blouse
He admonished her playfully as he started roaming his hand on her back. "Very smooth he commented as he bent down and kissed her back.
"Are they same ones you wore on our wedding night? asked Arnav tracing the line of her bra.
Khushi didn't bother to answer as she was lost at the movements of his hands caressing the sensitive part of her nape.
"Arnav she moaned. Arnav replaced his hand with his lips and gently sucked her nape and followed the trail down till the hooks of her bra started. "Very sweet he commented taking his sweet time in caressing her back in the middle of hooking her blouse and tying the dori.
Now Arnav stood before Khushi effortlessly managing the pleats. He sensually tucked the pleats inside her petticoat with his palms straight making sure to touch as much as her skin possible down there.
"Oww she gasped as the tip of his finger just grazed her private part.
"That is it Arnav said with finality as he clapped his hands together. "Have I done a great job or what? Arnav praised himself looking at his wife gorgeously draped in a saree.
"You are such a jerk Mr.Arnav Singh Raizada Khushi said cursing her husband for making her hot for him.
"Why baby? Is it because I am leaving you bothered? he asked with a sly smile
"I hate you Khushi said walking to dressing table to pick her jewellery
"Khushi don't you think you are leaving me hot and bothered as well? Arnav said as he pressed her hard member to her back
Khushi pushed him away glaring at him furiously. "You deserve it
"Well, I can wait till night Arnav said
Khushi walked away giving him a murderous look. She stopped behind the door and looked back at him "Did I mention I will be back only tomorrow night? asked Khushi smirking.
Colour drained out of Arnav's face as he saw his wife walking away coolly.
"Damn he cursed "How am I going to survive now?
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