Chapter Twenty Three

"Khushi, are you ready," Arnav hollered.

He was downstairs, ready. They were about to head out to Arnav's friend's birthday party at the hookah lounge. He was ready, wearing a crisp navy blue button down, black jeans, and a blue Gucci belt. Not to mention, he was ready half an hour ago, while Khushi was still deciding on her outfit.

"Khushi! Come on baby!"

"Coming!"

Arnav sat down on the sofa and watched tv. She had said the same thing twenty minutes ago.

Five minutes later, he heard clicks and looked around. Down came Khushi in her outfit:

"Wow," Arnav simply said.

"You like it?"

"I love it! You look amazing!"

Khushi twirled a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

Khushi went over to him and he kissed her.

"Ready baby?"

"Mm hmm. I'm just gonna go get my bag."

"Hurry."

Khushi nodded and quickly ran up and got her bag. She hung it on her shoulder and then helped Arnav lock up. Arnav called down to the lobby, telling the doorman to have his car ready. Checking one last time, Arnav and Khushi went to the elevator.

The elevator arrived and Arnav gestured Khushi to go in. Khushi smiled and went in and Arnav followed. As he was about to close the door, he looked at the big picture of himself.

"Hmm... we should change that," Arnav said.

"What?"

"The picture."

Khushi looked at it. "Why? I like it."

Arnav shut the door and the caged doors. "Do you now?"

"Mm hmm. I love the picture."

Arnav smiled and then inserted his key and pressed the star button. The elevator went down and Arnav explained the "way to lock up". Khushi had her own key, but she just didn't know how to exactly do it.

The elevator dinged and they got off at the tenth floor, then got on the main elevator. They arrived to the lobby and the doorman held the door open for them. They smiled at the doorman then headed to the black Escalade waiting for them outside. Getting in, Arnav's driver drove them down to Brooklyn.

Traffic was clear so the drive was swift. They arrived on time and Arnav led Khushi in. Inside was dark, with music blasted. People were sitting and doing hookah, while other's were dancing, talking, etc.

"Yo Arnav!"

They turned and Arnav smiled. "Aamir!"

They did their bro shake and hug.

"Waddup man?! Haven't heard from you since you got married," Aamir said.

"Well, what can I say? Got busy with my wife here," Arnav said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"This must be the Mrs. Raizada then. Hi, I'm Aamir."

"Hi, I'm Khushi," she smiled.

"Nice to meet you. Well, you two have fun aii? Imma go check up on everything."

Arnav and Khushi nodded and Aamir left.

"He's sweet," Khushi said.

Arnav just looked at her and they sat down at a booth. Arnav introduced more friends to Khushi and Khushi clicked with them instantly. Soon there was a crowd around them, with Aamir with them as well.

Soon everyone went to dance. Khushi at first denied, but she was taken away and Arnav watched as Khushi looked side to side awkwardly. She looked at Arnav and shrugged in confusion and Arnav laughed. He got up and joined her and once they started dancing together, Khushi felt much better.

After some dancing, Khushi decided she wanted to do hookah. She had only done it once before so she had some experience. At first she was somewhat hesitant, but then she got the hang of it. Drinks went around and there was nothing but music, talking, drinking, and laughing.

After that, Aamir did a little cake cutting and everyone got some ice cream cake. Khushi needed some fresh air, so Arnav took her out to the back. The music vibrated through, making the ground somewhat shake.

"Tonight," Khushi hiccuped, "was so much fun."

Arnav smiled. He hadn't drank that much, but poor Khushi went a little over.

Soon the party was over. Deciding to be safe, Arnav called in a worker and had him take the car away and told him where to meet them. Arnav took Khushi to the train station with a plan devised in his head.

His drunkenness was getting to him.

They waited on the platform, holding each other until the Q train arrived. There were barely any people on the middle cart. As they headed towards manhattan, there were less and less people.

As the train pulled away from DeKalb Avenue, there was no one else but them on the cart. Arnav was ready to go forward with his plan.

*MATURE CONTENT*

Khushi was standing in the corner, holding onto the side rods and Arnav. Arnav held her securely and a rod as well. As the train moved, Arnav started to nibble on her neck. Being drunk, Khushi was turned on fast!

 

"Arnaav," she moaned.

Arnav moved his hand down and went under her dress. Khushi looked up at him innocently, making a small "o" with her lips, pouting. Arnav moved them inside her panty and Khushi gasped. He began to make circles and pleasured her clitoris. Khushi gasped, but Arnav shushed her. As Arnav continued, Khushi held into him tightly. Slowly, he inserted two fingers and continued to tease her clitrois with the palm of his hand and he moved his index and middle finger swiftly. Khushi gasped and buried her face in Arnav's shirt.

"Ahrnahav," she moaned, whispering.

 

"Don't come Khushi. Or I'll have to take you here."

Khushi groaned and held onto him tighter. He pressed her back against the wall, pressing down at her belly. As the train got off the bridge and entered the tunnels again, Arnav quickened his pace.

 

Khushi gasped. "Arnav...."

The train was about to pull in at Canal Street, and Arnav stopped. He pulled his fingers out and Khushi held onto him tightly for support. When she looked up, he smiled back at her. Khushi smiled and Arnav put his fingers in his mouth.

"Yummy," he smirked devilishly.

Khushi shook her head and then rested her head against his chest. 

Fixing her up, Arnav turned them to get off at Canal Street. When he got out, his driver was there, like he told him to. He drove them back to the penthouse.

When they arrived, Arnav saw Khushi asleep. Carrying her out, Arnav led them upstairs. He put her down and began to remove her clothes.

"Mmm," Khushi whined. "Bed!"

"Change first."

"Bed!"

"Khushi, change first so you can comfortably sleep," he admonished.

Khushi pouted. "Bed," she nearly cried.

Arnav chuckled lightly and kissed her forehead. Grabbing a T-shirt, he placed it over Khushi's head and put her arms through.

"Now bed," Arnav said.

Instantly, Khushi dived right in. She curled into a ball and went to sleep. Arnav looked amused but held his laugh back. He quickly changed and then crawled into bed besides Khushi, pulling her into him.

Little did they know that tonight was their last night of fun.

Chapter Twenty Two

A few weeks passed by and things were great between Arnav and Khushi. Arnav would go to work and Khushi would work at home and after Arnav came home, he gave his wife all his time, doing some work in between. Love blossomed between the two and they were crazy for each other.

One day, Arnav was working at his office, which was right below the bedroom, on the far right corner in the back. Arnav was working, when he opened up an e-mail.

"Khushi," he called out.

Khushi was in the kitchen, heating up dinner. "Yes Arnav?"

"Come here please baby."

Khushi turned off the stove, wiped her hands with the dish towel, and went over to Arnav. When Arnav saw her approach, he held his hand out and Khushi held it as he guided her around the table and over to him.

Khushi crawled into his lap, wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "You called?"

Arnav smiled. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Arnav, I'm always free," she smiled. "Why?"

"Well, a friend of mine just emailed me," he said, gesturing at the screen.

Khushi looked at the MacBook and saw Arnav's email opened.

"He's inviting us to his birthday at a hookah lounge."

"A hookah lounge?"

Arnav nodded.

"Uh, sure. Why not?"

"You sure?"

"Arnav, it's your friends birthday. We should go."

Arnav nodded and hit 'Reply' and emailed back that they would be going and sent it. Closing the screen, he looked at Khushi.

"Why are you so beautiful," Arnav flirted.

"Well, Mr. Raizada, I admire your flattery, but I need to prepare dinner."

She tried to get up, but Arnav held her.

"Arnav-"

"What? Besides, my dinner is ready."

"Your dinner? Ready? Meaning?"

"Meaning what it means. It's ready."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"But I do need to warm it up for a few seconds."

"Seconds? Will it warm up in a few seconds?"

The corner of Arnav's lips curved. "Oh I'm sure it will."

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*
Cupping her cheek in his hand, Arnav leaned in and kissed her, taking Khushi by surprise. Her eyebrows were scrunched, confused by what he was talking about. Slowly getting up, Arnav got both of them on their feet, not breaking the kiss. He moved her back and had her against the desk.

Deepening the kiss, Khushi cupped his face in her hands, trying to gain control. Arnav reached behind her and moved his MacBook aside and pushed all the papers aside, clearing his desk.

Hearing the noise, Khushi broke away.

"Arnav-"

But Arnav cut her off and kissed her again. Khushi leaned back from the sudden force and cupped his face again and held him. Arnav moved his hands under her baggy off-the-shoulder shirt and cupped her bottom and pulled her in.

"Mmph," Khushi moaned.

Arnav moved his hands up and took off her shirt. He looked down at Khushi and saw that she was only in her bra and underwear. Arnav hadn't even realized that she wasn't wearing anything below. He thought she was wearing shorts or something.

"It was hot, so I was just," Khushi broke off. "Plus I thought we'd be going to bed, so...."

Usually, Khushi would just wear a shirt and her underwear and go to bed, so it made sense to Arnav.

"Well then," Arnav breathed. "Better for me."

Arnav kissed her again and moved around her neck and shoulders. Khushi gripped his shirt and held onto him as he pleasured her.

"Oh Arnav, please!"

After the incident, Arnav and Khushi had took some time off sex. They wanted to just reconnect and since then, no sex.

"Arnav... now, please!"

"Khushi, it's been too long, I need to have you now!"

Unhooking her bra, he removed it and threw it back on his chair. He laid her back on his desk and hovered above her. The two gazed at each other, Khushi caressing his face. He leaned in and kissed her, their tongues dancing. Letting go, he slowly kissed his way down.

Khushi squirmed. "Arnav," she moaned.

He removed her panty and tossed it back on his chair. Splitting her legs apart, he kissed her inner left thigh. Khushi took in a sharp breath and shut her eyes. Slowly trailing up, he stopped and moved to her right thigh.

"Arnav," she begged.

She hadn't felt this feeling in a long time and she really wanted it.

Arnav trailed up and then claimed her, his tongue giving her a bundle of pleasure. His tongue circled her clitoris and Khushi gasped. Again and again and again, he circled his tongue around it and Khushi was lost in satisfaction. Slowly, Arnav eased a finger inside and Khushi gasped. He put in another and Khushi groaned. He moved his fingers in a steady rhythm and then increased it.

Khushi got on her elbows to look at him. Seeing him down there, doing his deed, gave Khushi a heady feeling. She moaned and placed her hand through his hair.

"Ah! Arnav... Aaah!" She tossed her head back.

But Arnav continued. His pressure increased, and his fingers moved faster, pushing Khushi higher and higher.

Khushi's mouth formed into the letter O. "Oh Arnav, I think I'm going to come," she blurted.

Arnav didn't stop and continued his torture. Khushi grasped his hair with both hands and tried to pry away, rubbing onto his face, but Arnav grasped her hands with his free hand and stopped her. Khushi couldn't push away and she groaned from the torture.

"Arnav... Arnav I'm going to come!"

She couldn't sit up anymore and laid back on his desk. Breathing heavily, she tried to keep control, but with Arnav increasing his rhythm and hitting the right spots, Khushi couldn't, and so she shattered.

"Arnav!"

Her body bowed off as she screamed out his name from her orgasm. She felt Arnav kissing his way up her body as she breathed heavily. Opening her eyes, she saw Arnav hovering over her, his face red from her rubbing. He kissed her and Khushi tasted herself on his lips. Letting go, he licked his lips and sat back in his chair.

"And now I'm full," he simply said.

Khushi gasped for air and then sat up. Arnav just gawked at her.

"Seeing you like this on my desk is a mighty fine view," Arnav said, running his index finger on his lower lip.

Khushi stood up and sashayed over to him and stood in front of him. Arnav held her waist and looked up at her.

"Well now that you've done your deed," Khushi began, "now I'm famished."

Arnav smirked. "Of course you are." He got up. "Come, let's get your dinner ready."

Arnav started to walk, but Khushi grabbed his hand and stopped him. Arnav looked at her in confusion. She pushed him slightly back so that he was leaning against his desk.

"Khushi, what are you doing," he asked, really confused.

Khushi leaned in and kissed his jaw. Moving her hands down, she in buttoned his jeans and unzipped it, Arnav not having a clue, stuck on what she was doing.

"Khushi, seriously, what are you up to?"

Khushi looked up at him innocently. "What? I'm just getting ready."

"Ready? For what?"

*MATURE CONTENT AGAIN!*
Khushi dropped to her knees, pulling his jeans and boxers down at the same time.

"What the-"

Khushi grabbed his manhood and Arnav took in a sharp breath.

"Khushi, what are you-"

"Dinner time," and she took in his manhood.

Arnav gasped as Khushi pleasured him. This was really unexpected for Arnav. He didn't think she would really do this. She had only done this with him once, so for her to do it again with such impertinence, it surprised Arnav.

"Khushi... shit!"

Khushi swirled her tongue on the tip and Arnav took in a sharp breath. He gritted his teeth and flexed, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She sucked harder and Arnav cupped her head in his hands.

"Fuck," he hissed. "How far can you go?"

Khushi thought to herself. How far can I go?

Taking him in deeper, she felt him at the back of her throat and sucked harder. Arnav let out a hiss from his teeth and shut his eyes tight. Khushi liked how he was reacting to her and sucked harder, swirling her tongue over and over on the tip, taking him in and out, her lips covering teeth.

"Fuck! Khushi, I'm gonna come!"

And Khushi let out her teeth and grazed him, and it sent Arnav over the edge.

"Khushi," he cried, grasping her hair tightly and pulling.

Khushi felt the liquid ooze down her throat and looked up at Arnav. He looked down at her, his eyes really wide. She slowly stood up and kissed Arnav, Arnav tasting himself. When she let go, she moved her finger to her lips and wiped his come of the corners of her mouth and placed her finger in her mouth.

"Mmm, yummy," Khushi teased.

"I'd say you taste better."

"We could debate about this all day," Khushi smiled.

Arnav pulled her in by her waist and kissed her. Khushi held onto his shirt and melted into his kiss.

Arnav let go. "There are needs that need to be completed?"

Khushi nodded. "Very badly," she whispered, feeling her throbbing core.

Arnav laid her back on his desk and removed his shirt. Going through his drawer, he pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil packet, he rolled the condom on and entered Khushi. Both groaned in satisfaction.

"Oh baby, you're so ready," Arnav whispered.

And he started to move. Khushi crisscrossed her arms, placing them on her shoulders to stop her breasts from moving. Arnav placed his hands beside her head and gazed down at Khushi, who had her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes Khushi," he breathed. "Look at me."

Khushi slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Arnav. One look at his intense gaze, tipped Khushi over and her back arched as she screamed Arnav's name from her orgasm. Arnav pushed in once more and stilled, crying out Khushi's name, pouring himself into her.

Arnav collapsed onto Khushi's chest. They shut their eyes and caught on their breaths. Arnav kissed her breasts and sighed.

"I love you Khushi," he breathed.

"I love to too Arnav."