After three complacent years of a contract marriage that suits both their needs emotionally but never physically, Arnav has had enough of desiring something more with his beautiful wife so decides to give her a choice; add sex to their relationship...
This story is also written on the couples Arshi, Mishbir and Adiya respectively on Wattpad and India Forums. This story includes mature scenes that may not be suitable for younger audiences
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After three complacent years of a contract marriage that suits both their needs emotionally but never physically, Arnav has had enough of desiring something more with his beautiful wife so decides to give her a choice; add sex to their relationship or allow him to find his release elsewhere.
Will Khushi give herself over to her husband or watch as somebody else does?
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•One•
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late was a quote from the dead, written in a book penned by the late William Shakespeare himself- a man who she'd never met, but a man who spoke to her nonetheless.
It was with those words in mind that she shot up from the comfort of her Queen size bed, shoved away the comforter that had seen wear and tear and rushed straight to the bathroom, knocking her alarm clock over as she did. "Shit" Khushi growled, combing a brush through her tousled locks of black while simultaneously throwing water over her face.
She was late, so damn late. And if she lost this client she'd also lose her job and whereas the though of no more early mornings made her consider returning to bed, she needed the money if she wanted to be able to pay her way.
With her phone between ear and shoulder, one trouser leg on and her foot stuck mid-way in the other she clambered into the kitchen "Yes, yes I'm so sorry, I had an um-" pausing at the sight of a steaming cup of coffee calling her name, she lunged for it, uncaring when the heat scorched her tongue and doused her throat in fire.
From across the kitchen, her husband stood with his brow up and his large hand in a flannel that dabbed his sweaty skin. He'd just gotten back from his morning work out in time to prepare her coffee for her- she never had the time to do so herself.
Cutting off, she groaned loudly.
"Rough morning?"
She grinned "You could say that, thanks for the coffee" dropping the cup into the sink, she grabbed a shirt from a hanger and began to button it up.
"Um," Arnav flexed his bareback as he walked toward her. "That's mine".
"What?"
"My shirt" he gestured to the baggy cream colour hanging over her slim black trousers.
"Oh" Khushi laughed, "Do you mind? I'm in a rush" nodding gratefully at his shrug, she spun on her heel, held a necklace around her neck and fiddled with the clip at the back. By the time she searched for help, he'd returned to the corridor in his finest navy suit that outlined his figure. "A-".
