Khushi had tried to be brave, had tried to meet his every challenge despite the frantic beating of her heart and the sudden lack of air in her lungs. Arnav-ji was so close that she could feel the heat of him, warming her in turn, or perhaps that was the chaotic response of her own body to his. His every gentle caress sent electricity coursing through her, and every press of his lips against her skin ignited something in her. She trembled.
The heat that flooded through Khushi when he pressed his lips against her neck threatened to overwhelm her. It felt just like when he'd kissed her cheek by the poolside, challenging her to do the same. The same rush of heat mingled with a dizzying weakness, the same pleasure in his acknowledgement of his attraction to her, the same fear of unfamiliar territory and his expectations for what came next.
Khushi had been attracted to Arnav-ji long before she'd accepted that she loved him. His physical presence had always overwhelmed her, her heart acting crazily when he was around and her breath stalling when he was close. She'd dreamt of him, innocent dreams of a girl who couldn't recognize the first stirrings of desire within her. She'd imagined being closer to him since Diwali, since he'd ignited that desire by leaning in to kiss her. She'd woken from dreams where they hadn't been interrupted by a phone call.
Her dreams hadn't prepared her for this, for him to be so close to her that they breathed the same air, watching her intently to see if she would meet his challenge. It crossed her mind to tell him that this was too much for her, but nothing came out when she opened her mouth.
She realized she wanted to try. For him, for herself, for whatever this was between them.
Khushi leaned forward, catching her husband's fleeting look of pride and happiness. She first hugged him, imagining he was lending her the strength and courage she needed, before turning and placing the lightest and swiftest of kisses on his neck. Arnav-ji held her in a warm embrace, his arms tightening around her as he murmured something in English that she couldn't hear. He ran a hand through her hair before tracing patterns on her back, causing her to shiver against him. Khushi buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed him in, relishing the ocean-bergamot scent of him. The diluted fragrance he'd left on his pillow didn't do justice to the real thing.
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Forgive Her Anything (IPKKND AU) #Wattys2016
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