By nightfall, we were back in the house. Dinner was already made by the workers and I heated it up and prepared it while Arnav washed up. From the large wine rack, which sat on one end of the kitchen, Arnav selected a bottle and poured it into two glasses.
"Two glasses," I questioned.
Certainly he doesn't think I could drink it?
"This is Muscat; it's sweeter, so I think you'll like this. The Pinot Grigio we had on the plane is a bit drier than this."
We hardly describes him finishing his Pinot while I took only a sip. But how sweet of him to include me.
Arnav handed me a glass and with a gulp, I took a sip.
"Well...?"
"It's... definitely worth another sip," and I did so.
Ah! Look at me! I'm drinking wine! Take that bitches!
Arnav smiled and took a sip of his wine as well.
"Do you prefer Muscat or Pinot," I asked.
"Both are fine; Pinot is just drier and I usually drink that."
Huh? Is that so?
Remembering the taste of the Pinot I had on the plane versus this, the Muscat is sweeter. The Pinot however really did make it seem like I was drinking alcohol. This however...
Geez, I gotta up my standards.
"Looks like I'll be taking wine lessons from you."
Arnav's lips crooked up. "Wine lessons?"
And I couldn't help my smile. "Wine lessons," I mouthed.
Arnav chuckled and it just sounded... wonderful. Honestly.
"Is something wrong?"
"Huh?"
Oh shit, I was dazing!
"Uh, nothing, nothing really," I tried to laugh off.
He seemed a bit suspicious then dropped it. We resumed to our dinner, chatting away as we could. It's strange how quickly we've managed to keep a flow in our conversations. I always thought that the beginning of arranged marriages were always awkward - awkward silences, weird pauses, stuff like that. Yet here we are, having a conversation - ranging from work to family - with no problem.
With dinner complete, we moved to the living room with our wine - though I have to admit I feel slightly buzzed. The TV played in the background but we were too busy in our conversation to care to watch.
"Arnav, there is something I wanted to ask."
"Sure."
"Now that we're married... what about work?"
Arnav took a sip of his wine. "What about it?"
"Well... will I go back to work?"
His eyebrows met at the middle. "Of course you will, why wouldn't you?"
I don't know why, but I felt slightly embarrassed. "Um... I don't know."
But the expression on his face told me that he wasn't buying it.
"Well... I mean, well...." Why am I being so flustered? "Well-"
"You thought we were going to stop you from working and keep you in the kitchen all day," he asked with a small smile.
Blush spread through my cheeks and I could feel its heat. "Yes and no," I whispered behind my wine glass before taking a sip, hoping to gather courage.
Arnav chuckled and placed his wine glass down on the coffee table in front of us. "Khushi, you have nothing to worry about. You'll continue to work as long as you'd like. We can even go to work together."
My eyebrows shot up. "Really?"
"Really."
I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face. "That's very sweet of you."
"Just doing what I should for my wife."
'My wife'. He just called me his wife! Eep!!!
The clock on the wall struck 12, catching Arnav's attention. "It's getting late."
We decided to head to bed, so I put our wine glasses in the dishwasher and then went to join Arnav in the bedroom. With each step I took, however, my head spun and spun.
Damn it, why'd I have to be so lightheaded?!
Then again, I hardly have any experience with alcohol.
Veiling the door to the bedroom was a waterfall, water running down along glazed glass on both sides and gathering in the pool together to be recycled and filtered, and running down again. It's absolutely stunning but right now, the sound of the water was like the sound of a real waterfall, and my head was not enjoying it. I tried to quickly walk into the bedroom, but my step faltered.
I was a goner, that's for sure, but above all, how embarrassing! I can't be Arnav's wife! I mean this little bit of wine had such an effect on me! And it's not even that alcohol-y tasting. What the hell!
Instead of landing on the floor, however, my back touched the wet glass and my front was warmed up by Arnav's chest. At the feeling of both hot and cold, a gasp escaped my lips as I gripped onto his shoulders.
Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing and... and... oh my!
His eyes gazed into mine. "Are you okay," he asked, his voice low and deep.
I... uh.... "Just a little light-headed and buzzed," I whispered.
Our breaths mingled in the little space between us, but I wanted more of us to mingle.
Besharam? You bet!
"Are you sure?"
I nodded slightly, getting my hair wet in the process. "Yeah."
Arnav moved his hand at my waist, getting it wet. It was then that he realized that my back was entirely wet.
"Let's get you dry and changed before you get sick."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded slightly, getting my hair wet in the process. "Yeah."
Arnav moved his hand at my waist, getting it wet. It was then that he realized that my back was entirely wet.
"Let's get you dry and changed before you get sick."
And ruin the honeymoon, I wanted to add.
Arnav helped me to the bedroom and into the en suite. Surprisingly, yet not so surprisingly, I was standing straight.
I swear, it's his affect. My mind was working totally fine again.
He's magical!
Arnav quickly went to the kitchen to get a cold bottle of water. When he returned, he got out my pajamas and held out the bottle to me. "Here, this should help."
I gulped it down with ease, not that I really needed it anymore. Like I said, his affect fixed me up fast! But I drank it anyways, just for him. Once I did, I placed the bottle aside and he held out my jammies.
At that moment everything slowed down, but my mind worked quickly.
Arnav and I were alone. There was no one who could possibly bother us because there was no absolute way! We're here on our honeymoon, and after a wonderful, adventure-filled day, with a lovely evening and dinner over wine, how should the night result?
...don't judge me!
And so an idea came to mind. "Could you help me," was what came out of my mouth.
Oh my gosh, am I really about do this? What the hell is wrong with me?! Besharam much!
I placed my hand on the basin for support I didn't need. "I'm still a bit floppy," I nearly whispered.
I so am not!
In that moment, the volume of my heart increased, it pounding in my ears. Arnav simply looked at me, and as hard as I tried, I could not figure out what was going on in that mind of his.
Maybe he's confused? Perplexed? Isn't that the same thing? Whatever but... I hope he doesn't think it's the wine speaking.
His face gave nothing away, neither his eyes as he continued to look at me.
So much for trying.... "Never mind," I whispered.
Taking the clothes from his hand, I turned away. I don't know why, but it felt as if he had physically slapped me. Tears stung in my eyes and threatened to pool and fall.
I should not be this upset but... but I am.
Suddenly my wet back met Arnav's chest, dampening his shirt. "Arnav-"
"Khushi I-"
Both of us stopped to hear the other, but neither said a word. We simply stood there in silence, my wet back continuing to dampen his front. Hope surged up within me, but as the seconds passed and nothing happened, I released myself from him.
"I need to change," I said, my voice low.
Arnav said nothing and stood there for a moment before taking out his own pajamas and leaving, shutting the double wooden doors behind.
My shoulders sagged. I had really thought that that moment was finally going to happen; I was ready, I am ready. In our time together, I've learned to understand-
"I'm not just going to sleep with her.... Only a creep would pounce onto a woman like that."
Oh Arnav....
It would be pouncing if I didn't want it. Why don't you understand? And for the wine to influence me - surely you know that once glass is not enough to make rash decisions. At least, not for me.
So maybe I'm not that lightheaded?
With a sigh, I dried myself up and blow dried my hair, then changed into the t-shirt and pajama bottoms. I took a moment for myself and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The threat of tears falling was back, and I really didn't want to cry. If I did, I'd probably look desperate for not getting it, which was the last thing I wanted.
Taking and deep breath, I rejoined Arnav in the bedroom. He laid in bed with his pillow propped up. His eyes met mine when I came in, but I didn't say a word. Instead, I went to bed and laid on my side, turned away from him, and turned off the lights.
It wasn't because I was mad at him, but felt rather embarrassed. I should have known better than to-
Arnav readjusted his pillow and wrapped his arm around me. Huh? He slightly pulled me back and I let him move me into him. His hand splayed over my stomach and every fiber of my being was aware of it. To tell you the truth, the fabric of my shirt was quite light, so light that if it got wet, you would be able to see my flesh beneath it. Even without it getting wet, you could see right through it.
Hey don't look at me, he's the one who gave it to me, I didn't plan this.
Arnav let out a sigh and nuzzled my hair. "I don't want to do this wrong," he muttered into it.
Huh? "What do you mean?"
His hand urged me to move and so I turned over and faced him. Arnav's eyes met mine and for a moment, he did nothing. I tried my best to understand what was going on through his mind, but before I could, he spoke.
"I just... you've never had as much wine as you did before tonight so...."
Looking into his eyes I tried to read him. Only a hint of emotion finally peeked through and I could finally see it - worry.
"Arnav I... I may have never had a drop of alcohol in my life before I met you but... I think I can tell if I'm in a good condition or if I'm drunk."
Arnav didn't say anything and continued to look at me.
"I'm new at it, so it may have affected me a bit too quick, but I'm fine," I said softly.
Arnav looked down and shook his head. "I should have fed you more earlier. Then you wouldn't have gotten lightheaded so quick-"
I placed my hand on his cheek. "I'm fine Arnav. Honest. ...and it wasn't the water that helped me feel better."
He looked at me with confusion.
"You did," I admitted.
I don't know why I all of a sudden decided to be honest, but the words have already come out of my mouth and there's no backing nor any way for me to.
Oh gosh!
"You... you have an effect on me Arnav. I think I've been feeling it ever since I first met you, face to face that is. And I-"
Arnav's lips collided onto mine and I let out a moan. I really did not expect this from him... not that I'm complaining.
My hands moved into his hair as he moved over me. Letting go of my lips, his lips trailed down to my neck, hovering over where my old hickey was.
"This is starting to go away," he muttered as he pulled back to look at it.
"Oh... darn."
What was I supposed to say to that? That I want another one? ... well its true!
Arnav smiled and placed a kiss over it, causing me to shudder. He traced his tongue across my skin and to the other side of my neck. His lips latched onto my flesh and he did his work, which felt oh so good. But my body was on fire, desiring so much more. It was so much that my hips bucked up on their own, wanting him.
With a groan, Arnav wrapped his arms around me and picked us up, placing me in his lap. He let go of my neck and gazed at me, his eyes hooded. I could tell his eyes were on my lips and what he wanted to do, but he was holding himself back.
Is he still unsure?
This man is stubborn, he really is. I understand now that once he has a thought, he tends to stick to it. Is he really unsure of me wanting this? Because I absolutely 3210% want this.
So then... is it up to me?
Caressing his cheeks into my hands, he looked up into my eyes. Without a word, I kissed him, hoping that he would understand how much I wanted him. And I think he did because he let out a groan and his hands went under my shirt. I gasped at the feeling of his warm hands on my flesh and pulled back. No one has ever touched me in this way, not ever.
Arnav rested his forehead against mine. "Khushi-"
"Take it off."
His eyes met mine as he pulled back. "What?"
"Take. It. Off," I panted.
I probably sound like a dog with the way I was panting but I couldn't give a flying fuck at all. My eyes stayed on his, waiting for him to do as requested. I expected him to hesitate and question me again, but instead, he simply looked into my eyes as he pushed the cotton fabric up and over my head. Without looking, he tossed it aside somewhere, exposing the midnight blue lace bra I was wearing.
I hardly owned any of these bad boys before I was married. It was Payal who went all out with the lingerie shopping once our wedding date was set. I thought she was ridiculous for buying them but now that Arnav can't seem to drop his eyes from it, I'm very grateful!
Thank you Payal!
Arnav's hands returned to my waist and slowly made their way up. With each second he took, my breasts felt heavier and heavier with want.
Touch me already!
Finally his hands met where I wanted them, him cupping my breasts. A moan escaped my mouth as I tossed my head back, my grip tightening around his neck as he toyed with them, kneading them.
My gosh, this feels so good!
While one hand continued to knead my breast, the other went to the back. With one maneuver, he unhooked my bra. I gasped, my eyes meeting his. He was already looking at me and again, without removing them from mine, he slipped my bra down my arms and tossed it aside.
I gulped. This was the most I was ever exposed to a man. Heck, this was the first time I have ever been exposed to a man! My nerves were already on their end, my heart beating radically. He finally looked down at my upper body, looking at my exposed mounds for the first time. My eyes remained on his, watching him, and I gasped at the sight of carnal desire in his eyes.
Holy...
"I'm going to kiss you here," he whispered, bringing his hand to my chest.
It was impossible to reply to him so I nodded. Arnav brought his lips forward and placed a kiss at the base of my throat. His lips wandered slowly and he placed soft kisses here and there, all over, except where I really wanted them to be. Again my breasts grew heavy, my nipples hard and erect, beckoning his lips.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please what," he whispered against me.
How could I tell him what I wanted? It was just too embarrassing!
But thank goodness I didn't have to, because his mouth was finally where I wanted him. His lips took my nipple into his mouth and he toyed with it, causing me to moan and clutch onto his hair.
Oh my... I had no idea that this could feel so good!
I remember hearing the girls in school always talk about how great sex felt. Of course I'd never have anything to say because I had never had a boyfriend. Now I'm really happy that there was never any other man in my life but Arnav.
Arnav teethed my nipple, causing me to yelp. "Arnav!"
I felt him grin and he looked up at me, resting his chin on my breasts. "Did it feel good?"
Yes! But it wasn't like my mouth could connect to my brain at the moment since his act had sent a wave right down to my groin, so I nodded instead.
His lips meet mine once again and I clutched onto his hair. His hands toyed with my breasts, making it impossible to breathe properly.
"Breathe Khushi," he muttered over my lips.
How?! You're distracting me!
His lips wandered to my earlobe and he nipped it, his action hotlining right down to my groin.
It seems as if everything connects to down there!
My hips swayed involuntarily and Arnav groaned while I gasped at the feeling of his erection.
Oh my gosh! He's turned on!
Arnav's lips found mine again as my back met the bed again. He maneuvered us, moving in between my legs.
Oh my gosh, it's really about to happen, isn't it?
Just as hands moved under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, the sound of Arnav's phone ringing filled the room, turning our attention towards the yelling thing.
You have got to be fucking kidding me!! Seriously?!!!
Arnav growled, gritting his teeth as he reached out and picked up his phone to see which idiot had called. His phone displayed that it was none other than his cousin NK, and Arnav rejected the call and turned his phone off before tossing it aside.
Well... so much for the moment.
"I swear, all of these interruptions," he muttered.
For real!
Both of us sighed and looked at each other. It seemed like no matter what, we just couldn't get a proper moment alone.
