He stood with his fist on the wall and his forehead leaning on to it. He needn't have been so harsh with her, he should have known that Khushi would not understand . He should have been clearer.
A CHILD BRIDE. Yes that's what KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA is.......was !
""What the hell do you think you are doing here?""' He was roar under his breath.
"'Hum- hum wo- Arnav ji, I had come to say sorry."" ' She finished with a whisper and looked down to her feet at the last part.
Arnav's eyes never flickered off Khushi and he mentally willed her to look up to him. As was the norm to their relationship, she understood his wish without words being put to it and looked up. Somehow she understood the heated gaze he had on her and a pretty blush spread over her nose and was making way to her cheeks. That brought a satisfied look into Arnav's eyes.
""NOPE ! NOT A CHILD BRIDE AT ALL""
'Khushi.' Arnav left her name hanging as he spread the flat of his palms over her petite waist and dragged them to her back. Khushi's eyes closed at the closeness, she could feel his breath on her face and with all her might she pleaded with her hormones to stop the embarrassing blush to spread further, but alas, no such luck!
Arnav pulled weak kneed Khushi towards him and brought his lips on to her ear.
'Sorry toh maan liya, per saaja toh milegi.'{'I accept your apology, but punishment is must.'}
Khushi jerked out of the aroused trance and looked into the dark, eyes of her husband, scared for the demand he might make.
'And Khushi, this time a mere dance would not do.' Arnav dipped his head further to let his breath feather onto her neck, he then left her contemplating punishment was about to ask of her, when suddenly, Arnav gabbed a chunk of her duppata with his teeth and in process scratching her delicate skin and moved it of her on shoulder.
Khushi's eyes widened at what her husband was initiating and where