Accepting Reality

Part 17 - Life Post Wedding

Khushi (moaning and riding him): "Ahh, ahh, ahh Arnav! Stop Arnav"

Arnav: "Call me Arnav Sir!"

Khushi: "Arrnaav Sir, please"

Arnav: "Please what baby? Louder c'mon, I remember you moaning my name much louder."

Khushi: "No please"

Arnav: "C'mon baby, get louder!"

Khushi: "Someone will hear us Arnav Sir"

Arnav: "There is no one at home, they have all gone to some Satsang. Now if you want your release you are going to obey me baby!"

Khushi (screams): "Arnnaavv Sir, Ahhh Arnav Sir"

With a thud he reversed their positions and put her back against the bed. He held her from behind and spanked her butt hard while kissing her neck softly. His lips were trailing across her face and neck. Slowly he untied her robe and threw it on the floor. He pressed his lower body against hers, making her groan out loud. Slowly, he started grinding against her in a slow, deliberate motion while he squeezed her breasts. He then sucked and kissed her peaks, swirling his tongue around them eliciting more breathless screams from her. He paused for a while and looked at her top to bottom, his wife, his Khushi he thought in his mind before he lowered himself and went thrusting into her. No matter how many times he did it but the novelty of it didn't wear out. He was waiting for that day desperately when he could get rid of his Khushi addiction but doesn't look like it was going to happen anytime soon now. Especially now that she was his wife and he kind of had complete access to her. With her legs wrapped around his hips, Arnav's desire burned and he thrusted harder. Khushi cried out his name louder as he wanted, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. They both got their release and Arnav buried himself in the crook of her neck. Khushi held him close and asked him if he was okay. He looked into her eyes and softly kissed her lips, "I am good but you... you were amazing baby!"

As he laid down, beside his wife on their marital bed,

Arnav: "I hope you are taking your pills regularly Khushi, I won't spare you if some mishap was to happen."

Khushi: "I am taking them as directed by your doctors."

Arnav: "Good girl, don't think you can play me every time. This time if things were to go out of control in this front, you better deal with them alone. Don't expect my help."

Khushi: "It was a false positive, last time Arnav!"

Arnav: "I don't care, I will not be blackmailed with a child as your next step. If you stop taking your pills and do the foolishness of getting pregnant, you will have to deal with it yourself. Fix it in your head!"

Khushi somedays couldn't believe Arnav's transformation from the most gentle and understanding lover into a complete devil once their session had ended. He cared for her always but then his sharp tongue got to her. She didn't like how he would unnecessarily be mean to her.

Arnav was slowly getting used to having Khushi in his life permanently. The move to RM had become permanent, and he found himself adjusting to their new dynamics. The atmosphere at the Raizada mansion had changed, becoming warmer and more lively with Khushi's presence. Everyone in the family had taken to Khushi with open arms. Naani, Anjali, and even Manorama, had come to adore her. Khushi had a natural charm and warmth that made everyone feel at ease. She was always ready with a kind word or a helping hand, and her positive energy was infectious.

The lavish reception party in Delhi was nothing short of a grand spectacle. Held at one of the city's most opulent five-star hotels, the entire venue was transformed into a palace of lights, flowers, and elegance, befitting the union of Arnav and Khushi. The hotel's grand ballroom was adorned with crystal chandeliers, twinkling lights, and an array of exotic flowers in shades of white, red, and gold. The theme was classic and regal, with a touch of modern glamour. Each table was draped in rich velvet cloths, with centre pieces featuring tall vases filled with orchids and roses. The guest list was a who's who of Delhi's elite. Business tycoons, celebrities, fashion designers, and politicians were in attendance. Everyone was dressed in their finest, with women in elegant dresses and men in bespoke suits.