She tilted her head and looked at him for a moment with disbelief. He is afraid too? She was way too deep in love with him to hold back any comfort that was in her power. Turning without another thought, she enveloped him in her dainty arms in an effort to assure him of her unspoken love. Whole-heartedly offering herself to him.
His eager arms tightly engulfed her in his cocoon. God, Arnav concluded as he proceeded to drown himself in his wife, was at His best when he crafted her. Body of a nymph, scent of roses, lips like two glasses of liquor, wet silk for a mouth, softness of cotton, warmth of cashmere and spirit of an eager lover. He might have just become a believer.
Arnav accepting him being afraid was the masterstroke you played. loved his acceptance to Khushi about his feelings so openly...!!! i don't know how much i will say this, but you again made me fan of your writing!!!!
now the aftermath of their union as one soul and Khushi reminiscing their beautiful afternoon made me blush!!! this couldn't have had been more sensually sweet and hot...!!! loved Khushi's blushes and her inner thoughts...!!!βΊοΈ
Now Khushi and her excuses to buaji and the ginger-clove tea were the hilarious and i loved the fact that you had kept in mind while writing out the chapter that family members were present and had not miraculously gone invisible. i liked the realistic approach...!!! Also Arnav doing the minimalistic talking and and getting out of the inquisitions were another added feather to humor.
then the restaurant booking was so lovely thought of hers, sweet and romantic. i loved her thinking of taking her... oops... their Kids to the same restaurant was so cute...!!!
And then their bedroom talk, and Arnav's insecurities again rearing its head even in the most beautiful moment of his life was really made me run a frustrated hand through my hairs... how did khushi control herself from snapping at him and berating him for once was a marvel... but thinking with a cool head, of Arnav needs to be "handled with care" and is in need of constant assurance while she is the only person who can five him that.
then, a flirty Arnav was treat to read and i loved him the most at the end. what a contradiction of emotions you have made me go through here... i can't even begin to explain in words.
What more could he want? She was now completely his. A possessive look descended in his content eyes. Possessiveness, the intense feeling which is something akin to romantic ownership, which takes birth in your heart but gets housed in your mind. And it was not the first time he had felt like this for Khushi, but boy after today, his mind was a steel safe with a digital finger print lock where he had locked Khushi. For this life and next, in this universe and all the alternate ones, in his dreams and in that of others as well, she was his.
Arnav Singh Raizada's.
these words were such that made my heart go Dhak Dhak... loved it. completely and truly.
PS.--- i can't help but say this yet again, kudos to you lady, for making us swoon, blush, and cherish this chapter till forever.π
"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell."
-- Gabriel Garca Marquez