I am genuinely sorry for this delay. I am stuck in an ugly situation. Please do forgive me for this delay.
Merry Christmas to all of you my friends 🎅🎅🌲🌲🌲🎊🎊🎊🎊
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ARSHI ROOM:
"Didn't you still realize how much I LOVE YOU, GOD DAMMIT?" Arnav declared his love outrageously and then stood still, shocked. His tight grip loosened on her shoulders. His shoulders slumped down, and he closed his eyes regretfully. He never meant to confess that way. His Pari didn’t deserve to know such a huge confession like this.
He wanted to make it special for her. A perfect candlelit dinner at the moonlit shore. The stars shining above her head. He wanted to propose on his knees, like her prince charming—like she had dreamt since childhood. He knew she always wanted a grand wedding, but that dream went unfulfilled, as he couldn’t afford to give her that at the time. So, he had planned to make the proposal—a dream proposal for her—but it was ruined by his unwarranted wrath. He cursed under his breath when he saw her in shock.
Khushi looked him straight in the eyes, searching, as though it was a joke. But she got nothing but the truth. She couldn’t believe that Arnavji—her husband—loved her. Her heart skipped a beat and then started to pound like anything. Her lips trembled. She meant to say numerous things, but was unable to do so. Tears welled up in her eyes when Arnav began to distance himself and started to walk away. Unable to stop herself, she rushed and hugged him tightly from behind to stop him.
Arnav stopped dead in his tracks. His hands fisted at his sides to stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her senselessly, which was all he wanted to do right at that moment. But his control snapped as she started to cry, placing her cheek on his back. Arnav looked back and slammed his lips on hers.
She gasped at the sudden assault, but slowly, she placed both her hands behind his nape and pulled him closer. She sighed with an unknown pleasurable emotion and opened her mouth when he slightly bit her lips and slipped his tongue inside. He began to taste her nectar. To his pleasant surprise, Khushi also began to respond and chewed on his lips.
Arnav grasped her nape with his left hand tightly as she trembled like a fallen leaf. He groaned softly when Khushi stroked his nape sensually. His lower region tightened. Whenever she touched him, he became aroused like this—but today, it was not because of passion, but the emotions he was feeling and the intense love he had for her. He began to wander his palm upon her back sensually. She whimpered, feeling his aesthetic touch.
They forgot everything and got lost in each other. All their sanity flowed out the window. They strolled slowly and sensually with their palms across each other’s bodies. Arnav gently stroked her hands, which made her shudder in pleasure and break out in goosebumps. She caressed his nape delightfully. He drew her closer, trying to absorb her within him while embracing her passionately.
