Redamancy

Incertitude

Pleasure of love lasts a moment, pain of love lasts a lifetime- Bette Davis

Khushi stirred in her sleep, her throat parched..She swallowed as the action reminded her of dry scraps of paper rubbing against her throat...The nightlamp on the wall at her side was on... She remembered it was switched off when she had gone to sleep...

Arnav...He knew she was scared of the dark. He must have switched it on. A split second later she realised she wasn't alone on the bed, she wasn't even alone on her aide of the bed.. Her back was to his front Arnav was spooning her and his hands were wrapped intimately around her midriff while she slept on his other arm. His steady breathing fanned her shoulders and tickled her neck.

She turned around softly careful not to wake him up and stared at his sleeping figure. His hand moved and settled itself just below the curve of her breast.
She was appalled that her initial reaction was not to shrug him off but to silently observe him while he slept like a baby, lips pouting a little.

Her love for him made her knees weak whenever he was around. It was an infirmity, one that was stripping her off everything that was innate to her. Yet she was helpless in the wake of the destructive feeling that had lodged itself firmly in her heart.

She frowned, her eyes still skating over his face. Arnav wasn't supposed to be sleeping on the bed. He had specifically ordered a couch in his room a while after they had gotten married because the recliner was uncomfortable to sleep on and she had successfully claimed the bed as her sleeping area.

She thought of plausible reasons which could make him park himself on the bed, occupied by her that night.

It was the nightmare. He had seen her in her weakest moments, when tears of excruciating pain had cut through her, lacing every fibre of her being with an agony that made her feel like her heart was on fire. Her mother, she had lost her more than a decade back but the pain still lingered, potent and ready to erupt at the slightest provocation.

She found herself gulping with great difficulty. She needed water and she could do with the couch today. It wasn't a rule set on stone that she had to take the bed...but staying away from him was a rule she had made and she was not going to waver.

She held his wrist gently and tried to move his hands away. He groaned and snuggled into the comforter, closer to her. She was aware of him pressing onto her side and she shifted away from him. She hadnt realised she had moved dangerously close to the edge of the bed and almost fell off. She gasped and in a bid to steady herself, she clutched on his upper arm urgently, her nails digging into his flesh. His eyes opened in a flash and his hands instinctively went around her side clutching onto the side of her waist bringing her closer...

"Khushi??!!"

The situation itself was incredibly funny and in any other circumstance khushi would have burst out laughing herself, no matter how tense her situation was, but today was different. She did not have a laugh anywhere inside her...

Arnav however struggled to stop his lips from lifting up. Khushi noticed the effort he was making to not laugh.

It irritated her but at the same time that face screamed endearment. She was torn like always, when it came to him.

She looked adorable with her brows perked up, eyes wide trying to formulate a sentence for whatever was happening...

"I...You..." She looked over to the couch scowling....

He lifted himself off of her...the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable...

"I will be honest with you...I was worried that it might happen again in your sleep and I didn't want to risk you being absolutely alone then. I saw what it did to you...I have never seen you like that! Even when!" He stopped..