M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 20

Hi buddies!
I am here with the new update on the M4 story. Read further to know about new twists and turns in the story of our dear Arnav and Khushi.

Khushi POV

My husband stood firmly against the fridge with a look of determination. His authoritative approach towards our much-needed kiss turned me on involuntarily. I could see the blaze of desire within his different coloured orbs. At first, I thought that my husband would deny my wish of moving into our room. However, the look in his eyes screamed acceptance. Using his perfect business tactics the man opted to look at the bigger picture. Arnav Singh Raizada wanted his smooch as soon as possible. So being a dutiful wife I advanced towards him. The anticipation on his face made me smirk.

Like a serpent, I slithered towards him. His lips were my target. Nothing else mattered. Mafiaji's velvet pink pillowy lips were calling me. Crossing the little distance between us, I shackled him, with my palms on either side of his head. Breathless, we kept our eyes locked on each other. Last time Aman Mathur ruined my moment. But this time no one will spoil things between us. Touching my nose with Arnavji's I whispered in a low and seductive voice.

"I find ruthless businessmen sexy."

As if my words triggered something inside my hubby the man snaked one of his arms around my waist and the other found solace at the back of my head. His fingers massaged my head to my neck in slow motion making me gulp. Slowly he moved his lips and placed a small kiss near my mouth. Our shallow breaths were creating a sensuous atmosphere. And then huskily he whispered.

"Khushi Raizada jabse mili ho tabse seduce kar rhi ho iss mafia ko. Don't tease me anymore baby. Kiss. Me. Now."
(Khushi Raizada you have been trying to seduce me since the day we met).

As soon as he uttered the word baby I lost it. Or rather we both did. The electric vibes between us accentuated. I don't remember who made the first move. But suddenly our lips were moving with urgency against each other. Those velvet petals made me moan out loud. Arnavji's hands were moving along my curves while mine were pulling his hair simultaneously. When I could not breathe he left my lips and began to kiss all over my neck. I gasped feeling his warm touch. Unable to take the torture I pulled my hubby by the hair and continued our smooch. Seconds turned into minutes. I was so engrossed in our kiss that Rajeev's growl startled me. I pulled away from my husband and almost banged into the fridge out of fright. Thankfully Arnavji took control of the situation. Gripping my waist he pulled away from the fridge and caressed my hair as I rested my cheek on his shoulder feeling breathless.

"Shhhhhhh. Khushi relax. It is just your silly son."

"Oh."

"Waise itna bura bhi nai hai tumhara...Rajeev. He knows ki ek romantic couple ko kab space deni chahiye. I mean by the time he arrived our kiss was 95 per cent completed."
(By the way Rajeev...is not that bad. He knows when to give a couple some space).

Woahhh. Wait. On the freaking phone. Did my mobster husband just compliment his nemesis as in our son Rajeev? Instead of calling him a stupid cat or a little freak he praised him. Huh? Kya Arnavji ko ab Rajeev pasand aane laga hai? OMG. Oh, Devi Maiyya if that is the case then I am really glad. After weeks of hating my kid, he has finally seen the light. Unable to control my happiness I left his embrace partially. A strange gleam possessed his orbs. I could not help but giggle in response.
(Does Arnavji happen to like Rajeev?)

"You have a soft corner for him in your heart. Right Mafiaji?"

"I just touched the softest pair of lips Khushi. I am still intoxicated by you."

His husky voice and intense words caused my cheeks to turn scarlet. I shivered when he spoke so boldly about my lips. The scent of his musky cologne made me dizzy. Hey, Devi Maiyya ye to humari katil hi kardenge aaj. Gulping loudly I pulled away from him and quickly picked up my son who seemed to be pretty hungry at the moment. I was about to walk out of the kitchen when I realised my mistake.
(This man will kill me tonight).