Posted: 29 December 2014 at 11:37am | IP Logged
Arnav was looking for his wife and sister;he has come home early on a friday to take his lovely ladies out. A promise or more less a demand that was extracted by his wife in her own sweet charming way. And who is he to deny his pagal cute wife's demands, just thinking about her bought a smile to his face. Quickly recovering from his distractive thoughts again he started roaming around his house looking for his wife and sister, who apparently were missing along with his nani, unbelievable was the only thing he could mutter! He checked his sister's and nani's rooms again but the same result as before, no trace whatsoever of any of the occupants of the house. Giving up he headed back to his room to grab his phone so that he will call and check rather than walking around searching for them. With this thought he passed the room which Anjali has started using as a hub to design clothes from the day she made a promise to herself she will become a self independent woman without dwelling on her past. Well he couldn't pass that room as he heard soft giggles of all the ladies he was looking for. The door was slightly ajar, hence without barging inside he peeked to check what the ladies were up to forgetting about the outing which they themselves have arranged. What greeted Arnav made him surprised,shocked and then finally amused to no end.
His beloved nani was impersonating a 'ramp walk ' donning an anarkali, to say he was shocked would be an understatement. His nani was doing all sort of poses and blowing flying kisses to the non existent audience. She gracefully walked back amidst a lot of whistles and applauds from the other two ladies present. Next his beloved di pretended to be walking on the same "ramp" and she was wearing a floor length dress which looked exquisite, obviously one of her own designs, she did the same jig as his nani. Still he couldn't get a view of his wife thanks to the narrow view he was presented with due to the door being almost closed but slightly a jar for him to enjoy his family's crazy antics. He was bought back from his musings when he saw his wife following the suit of his di and nani. Needless to say he forgot about being discreet as he took a couple of steps to enter the room. Still the ladies weren't aware of his presence since of course they were totally in to the "modeling show" that they were carrying out.
Khushi was wearing a low waist lehenga and a minuscule jacket with an excuse of a dupatta draped around her neck that did nothing to hide her wife's sinful beauty. With hair tied in a messy bun she walked with an aura of forced proudness along with a pout. She came to a stop and was show casting her elegant figure by doing a swirl, muddled with her carefree laughter, her act of being a "non smiling model" forgotten. Her di and nani joined her shortly with laughter filling the entire room.
It took them a while to notice him once they did they all were petrified like statues with his di using her hand to close her mouth and his nani all flustered and of course his beloved wife with her trademark "o" shaped mouth. That's it he started laughing uncontrollably and three ladies also joined him shortly. Once they recovered from the laughing spree, Arnav noticed that his family was still quite embarrassed about his interference to their lil modeling show. But he wasted no opportunity in querying about what they were up to. Anjali narrated how they do this every evening and this was none other than his wife's idea apparently to ensure that they have some fun in their own way. Anjali and nani slithered away seeing the way Khushi was all fidgety all of a sudden and reason was of course their chotey who has forgotten their presence and was smirking away at his wife.
Seeing her partners in crime abandoning her Khushi also tried to nonchalantly walk along with her di and nani but of course her devil of a husband caught her wrist and at that particular moment itself they heard the door being closed by his di with a click. Arnav made Khushi stand in front of him and scanned her from top to bottom which resulted in Khushi becoming all flustered, she lowered her head down feeling too shy to face his husband. Her husband stood their inspecting her from to bottom with her penetrating gaze, this continued for a few minutes, finally gathering all her courage she looked up at his face and this made Arnav too halted in his escapade.
He took languid steps to cover the distance still holding the gaze of his wife, he stood behind her and released his wife's hands from the self torture she was subjecting them to by constantly pressing her fingers tightly inside her palms . Then slowly his hands started a journey upward from her wrists pausing at the elbows he snaked his hands around her waist, by now Khushi was trying to figure out what's happening and giving a pep talk to herself to not to be shy of her husband of 18 months. All thoughts flew out of the window when he started roaming his hand along the expanse of her waist. She suddenly remembered where they are this made her ask what he is doing for which his husband rested his chin on her shoulder and answered 'I was trying to measure the width of your waist as your stomach seemed to be protruding which only means you have gained weight' the answer she received from her husband was the least she expected, but it took her a short while to realize what he implied, when she digested his implications properly she removed his hands from her waist and turned to face him with her hands on her waist. With a red nose and fuming she sarcastically replied 'yes of course I don't own a hot body like one of your hot models who doesn't miss a single chance to flaunt their bodies as well as their likeness towards you by pepping you with kisses on your face' Arnav wanted to laugh out loud seeing his cute wife but controlling his urge to laugh he stated 'the never vile Khushi is feeling jealous' along with his famous smirk, this made Khushi even more madder and her reply was she isn't jealous just that she pities the girls for trying to charm a man like him instead they should have invested their energy in winning over a man like her salmanji.
Arnav kept staring at his wife and he crushed her body to him and stated her salman is not so lucky as only he will be able to enjoy the true love besotted by his beloved wife even though she always claims salmanji is better than him, he is well ware of the amount of love his wife has for him which can not be measured nor expressed through words. Khushi was surprised by his candid confession, cupping his face and falling in love with her husband more if its possible she confessed she is not jealous but she is being "possessive and protective" as her husbands always claims of his loved ones, hence she doesn't like any girl looking at him with 'lustful eyes' this made both of them laugh like two kids which made the atmosphere lighter after Arnav's unexpected admission of his wife's importance in his life.
Note:- just a random thought that entered my mind, I'm not a writer by any mean,this being my first compilation of words I hope this doesn't scare away people :-)
Edited by foesb - 29 December 2014 at 11:44am