You might be bold, but when it's between both of us, I am the boldest," she replied with a proud smile on her face as she buried her face on the other side of his neck, with her one hand on the bandage caressing it, and the other hugging his waist.She bit his skin from the shoulder, leaving a hickey, and he widened his eyes with her move.
" Khushi," he muttered shocked and she just crashed her lips on to his before he mutter any other word.
Arnav surrendered instantly.
Looks like he will always have less dominance in their relationship.
But then he was in for this, as he loves to be dominated and captivated by her.
She released him after a few minutes and he looked all flustered.
" You are cute Arnav," she said pinching his red cheeks.
" You blush like a girl," she added.
" When my girl acts like a boy, then I have to act like a girl," he muttered and she chuckled.
" Your lipstick is smudged," he said where he wiped her lips and it's surrounding areas with his hands.
" Wear your buttons," said Khushi.
" Please do the honors," said Arnav.
Khushi showed her bandaged hands.
" You removed this buttons earlier madam," he said with a chuckle seeing her lame excuse.
Khushi slowly put his buttons with her hands trembling.
" Paining ?" asked Arnav.
" Yes, I didn't know how I removed them earlier, but now it's pricking," she said truthfully where he stopped her and he put the buttons.
" Don't strain, okay ? Don't use your hands much," he said and she nodded her head.
" Let's go down, we might need to get ready for Mehandi," he said.
" I can't put Mehandi, with this bandage," she said.
" Hmm, let me write your name in my hands. I will do the ritual for you," he said and Khushi felt her face twitching into a beautiful smile.
" Okay my cutie pie," said Khushi where both of them headed down.
The house decoration was now changed with lots of mat and sofas to suite the Mehandi function.
Khushi and Arnav went to their rooms to get changed for the next function
Arnav came out with a brown sherwani and Khushi came out with a Sandal color Salwar now.
Both of them got seated on the coaches where the professional mehandi artist came towards them.
" Today it's gonna be the groom, " said Khushi with a chuckle.
" Yep, I need a beautiful design in my palms with her name," said Arnav with a chuckle.
" Sure, I will be on it. You are lucky mam, to get an understanding partner like him," said the Mehandi designer with a chuckle.
" I am, I do realize it every second," said Khushi with a smile.
" I am also lucky to get her mam. She is the only crazy piece on this world and I am glad I got her," said Arnav with a smile pressing smile.
" I am crazy ?" asked Khushi with a loud tone.
" Yes, the evidence is the mark on my neck, your hickey," he mumbled audible to Khushi only and Khushi felt heat over her body and her face grew red.
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The Story of us
FanfictionA story on a man who is perfect on everything and a woman who is imperfect.