My feisty wife

Part 13

RM

"Enough, Arnav," Khushi admonished, even as he planted another kiss on her cheek, enveloping her in his embrace from behind.

"I could never have enough of you," he replied, spinning her around to face him.

Settling on the edge of the bathroom counter, they slipped into the comfortable routine of their morning.

"What are your plans for today?" Arnav inquired, reaching for his shaving cream.

"Not much, actually. I'm free," Khushi responded, swinging her legs back and forth in a carefree manner.

"That sounds perfect. Why don't you join me at the office?" he suggested with a smile, beginning to lather his face.

"I can't," she sighed. "It's dull there, and you know I'll just end up distracting you."

"But you do realize you're going to start working there soon, right?" he teased.

"Yes, I'm aware. And I'm serious about it. I just want to savor a bit more of my freedom from ARD while I still can," she replied with a light shrug.

"Fair enough," he laughed, his smile broadening as he applied the shaving cream.

"Can I do that for you?" Khushi asked, her excitement palpable as she reached for the razor.

"Khushi, it's dangerous. Please put it down," he cautioned, gently taking the razor from her grasp.

She shot him a glare. "I handle knives sharper than this in the kitchen."

"I just want you to be careful, that's all."

"It's not about being careful," she countered with a smirk.

"Then what is it?" he asked, one eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"You're afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of the accidental marks I might leave while shaving your stubble," she teased, mirroring his expression.

"Oh, really? Should I remind you of the marks you've left on my neck? Or perhaps the nail scratches on my back? I dare say those were far more painful than any razor nick could ever be," he retorted. The playful exchange quickly escalated to a light smack on his chest from Khushi.

"Let me do it. I promise I won't hurt you," she assured him.

Relenting, he handed her the razor, her smile illuminating the room.

"Come closer," she beckoned, drawing him near, her gaze intently focused on his jawline.

"This position has its provocations," he murmured, his voice deep and husky, his eyes wandering to her legs wrapped around his waist.

Khushi gently hushed him, "Stay still. I don't want you to get hurt," she chided, concern evident in her voice. "Are the marks really bad?" she inquired while rinsing the razor in the washbasin.

Arnav looked puzzled, "What marks?"

"The ones I've left on you. Do they truly hurt?" she clarified.

Smirking, Arnav replied, "You know they don't. I love it when you get intense and wild with me."