Beloved || ArShi FF Book

15 || His Favorite Dish

*Mature Content Warning.*

"Hi, there. My kitchen under threat huh?" he flung the coat on the couch aside as he peeped in through the large window into the kitchen where his wife seemed to be busy, surely up to something. Cooking, she called it.

"Arnav," she smiled wide. "I am learning your favourite dish today. Arnav gulped and gave a tight lipped smile."Where are the others? " he asked looking around.

"Naani is upstairs. Maami and Mama Ji are away to a friend's son's wedding. Aakash Bhai is in office, Payal Jijii has just left for her son Saahil's school, strangely Anjali Di tagged along with her. Arnav suppressed a smile. Of course if Di would stay Khushi would make her the first victim of her newly tried dish. After the multiple new trials, the family knew best -- not to be the target of her experiments.

He disappeared to freshen up so that he could join his wife in the kitchen before she sabotaged his kitchen and stomach both!

He entered rolling up his sleeves. His eyes rested on her saree clad figure. Leaning on the wall he gave his wife a good look from head to toe. But that tempting waist. Damn she was sexy, even more in that saree.

He walked closer, his palm moved over waist to her bare stomach, while he took in her scent nuzzling her hair closing the distance between their bodies.She gasped his name as she continued to stir the sauc. He continued his teasing, "So, how did you end up planning to cook today?"

She tried to ignore the things his fingers were doing to her bare skin and answered "Why not? I am cooking for you..aren't you happy and this time it's a french dish. You will love it. Ungliyaan chat te reh jaayenge.

He shut his eyes at that phrase. He ran his eyes around the counter. Broccoli, seasonings, eggs, herbs, the beaten cream, the olive oil and cheese ready to be used. She seemed in full swing but he was now in full mood. In one swift move he turned her and put out the flame on the stove. He bent down kissing her neck.

" Arnav, " she protested but it sounded more like a moan.

"Beautiful" he quickly murmured in her ears and bit her earlobe.

"I need. to. cook." she stammered.

"I can cook for the two of us all our life, it's okay Khushi you don't have to do things to prove you're my wife. Like I said, I am absolutely okay in fact happy if you pursue your career. " he smiled rubbing his thumb on her cheek.

She smiled at his ever sweet gestures. "I wanted to make you happy. "

"There are better ways." he whispered huskily in her ears pulling down her pallo to reveal to him her blouse clad body. That red blouse was a sinful tease, covering his favorite things.He had a good look at the ample amount of cleavage left uncovered, courtesy , the blouse.

In no time,  his lips were there where his eyes were. His mouth devoured the taste of her skin while his hands moved roughly on her hips crushing her closer.

"Aah" she hitched at his sweet tortures.

"We.are.in.the.kitchen.For Heaven's Sake." She murmured. 

"I don't care" he said, conquering her mouth while his hands moved roughly on her waist to her hips, back and froth. Her sleek body trembling.

"Naani" she said breaking the kiss not able to breathe.

"She is upstairs and doesn't come down till eight or so. " He said placing wet kisses on her chest, she arched involuntarily.

His hands moved to the folds of her saaree. He wanted her now. Her denial only turned him on. She quickly moved her hands to his palms in panic not breaking their kiss. The man was a tremendous tease. She sensually rubbed her hands on the back of his palms trying to distract him. He was smart enough to guess what his usually shy wife was up to.