Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 41

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Chapter 41


Khushi’s POV


I’ve still hugged Arnav tight, letting us subside our grief that had been bothering us from so many years. All my doubts are cleared now about the past and I finally have started piecing each moment of my life together. I don't know why it all happened, who was more responsible, who was less. I don't want to hurt myself further by blaming anyone of us. I just want to let it go. Let bygones be bygones. History has time and again proved one thing. No one has achieved anything out of revenge. It’s just a form of asserting ourselves that we have fought for ourselves but it doesn't lessen the grief. It just intensifies it to a point where there is no return. In our case, I don't know sooner or later, but Arnav realized things and tried making amends. And that is enough for me to move on and accept him wholeheartedly in my life.

I am about to deepen our hug but Arnav pulls away and without even looking in my eyes, he strides in the bedroom.

“Arnav…” I call out but he doesn't stop. It takes me a minute to compose my own solitude before following him in the bedroom. The shower is on so I make my way to the bathroom too knock at the door and tell him to not take things again to his heart and sulk. I was here to talk but the moment I knock, I realize the bathroom door is unlocked. I peep inside. Seeing Arnav standing under the shower with his clothes on, doing nothing but looking down remorsefully and in utter pain and guilt, I can’t help myself from reaching him. The moment I open the door of the shower cubicle, he raises his eyes and looks at me.

“Give me some time, Khushi..” he urges. His voice is heavy with pain. “Just leave me alone for some time..”

“No,” I deny, getting under the shower with him. He looks at me dejected when I cup his face in between my palms. “I didn’t take the marriage vows today to leave you alone to sulk, Arnav.”

Tears flood his eyes.

“We can’t change our past, but we can change our future and it begins with you and me together. Facing all odds and challenges of life together, Arnav.”

He swallows painfully before giving me a weak nod. Today finally all of his bitter past is out. There are no more secrets, no more hatred and no more grudges between us. All that we have now and want to draw out from each other is love… only love. I slide my palms from his face towards his chest and unbutton his drenched shirt. He stares in my eyes, a bit confused with my actions. His confusion was justified but so was my determination to make him feel better. To give us both what we desired from each other and ending this slow torture that we had been playing in the name of intimacy. Unbuttoning his shirt, I slid it off his shoulders with some effort before shoving it away. I take my time to admire his face, reading that pain slowly turn into desire. My fingers graze his bare chest, and soon they stop where his heart beats. I lower my gaze there and before he even realizes what my next action could be, I kiss his heart.


“This…” I murmur, raising my chin to meet his eyes again, while I keep stroking his heart. “This beats for me, Arnav.”

“It always has..” he adds returning my smile.

It feels like hours pass as we just keep staring at each other before I slide my arms to the hem of his jeans to unbutton it when Arnav grabs my wrists as if reminding me I might be going too fast.

“I’m not hazed by emotions, Arnav..” I tell him. “I need this.. I need you.. I need us..”


The moment I say this, he pushes me to the wall behind fusing our lips.


Arnav’s POV


I felt broken after narrating the past to Khushi but right now I want to break every barrier we have between us, which isolates us from being with each other by heart, body and soul. When Khushi followed me into this shower cubicle, I thought she just wanted to console me. Didn’t realize she would want to give us the relief we both were wanting from each other from such long. She’s still in the same Anarkali dress which she wore in the temple today where we revised our marriage vows again. It’s hard to get her off this dress when its so much glued to her body getting drenched. I squeeze her waist, to pull her to me while kissing her fervently. Her lips were soft, inviting and the moment our tongues got involved, the kiss just turned hotter in different levels. Wanting to feel all of her, I turned her around to unzip her dress but taking it off was the most difficult one even if I tried my best. Khushi giggles turning to me again and kisses me. If she’s challenging me to undress her, she has no clue I can do that in other ways too. The next minute, I peel off her dress, tearing it into two halves.


“Arnav…” she gasps as the material shreds on the floor.

“Time for this to go too..” I say, pushing her to the wall again, and sliding her leggings down.

Let’s be realistic here. I couldn’t tear that one with my bare hands. Khushi shoves me at my chest before leaning forward to take it off, and all I do is impatiently wait for her to complete her task. It takes her much courage to finally meet my eyes the moment her legging is off her body while all I do is admire her in the two-piece lingerie hiding the main bits. I exhale in a rush, wanting to take them off too. My wife is a vision to hold. Milky white skin, perfect curves and oozing out sex appeal. It’s not the first time I am seeing her like this but today its different. I can feel every vein in my body throbbing for her. Just her. Pulling her chin up, I give her a kiss before pulling away and meeting her eyes.


“There’s no going back after this..” I remind her. Khushi bites her lip.

“If this is what our future is… I don't ever want to look back.”


Her reply is enough to assert me that we are into this moment together and there’s no more permissions required between us. Khushi squirms as I undo my jeans and everything else, pulling it down in one go. But our eyes never leave each other’s. In a fraction of second, her eyes went hazy with lust as she pulls me to her to stop this slow torment I kept torturing her with. However hard I want to make sweet love to her, Khushi’s kisses on my body, her moans and squirms make it difficult enough and I decide to keep it for the next time. For now, all I want is to be inside her. Shredding off the last two pieces of clothes from her body, I plunge into her. My fingers traced every inch of her skin as we united and thrusted in unison, grinding our bodies for the final release.


Minutes after her earth-shattering shuddering of our bodies finding its release, I scoop Khushi to me, knowing she has no energy left to stand on her own. I press a kiss on her forehead before giving her some time to relax. Taking a quick shower, I get her out, dry her hair along with mine and getting under the covers I tuck her to bed. Never expected that on the day we would revise our marriage vows, we would also re-consummate our marriage, taking that leap in our relationship and physical intimacy.


“I love you, Khushi.” I whisper spooning her closer to me. She’s snoring already to respond back but I know she loves me back. She loves me now for real and a lot more than I ever expected to ever love me.

I wake up again in the middle of the night at the feel of Khushi’s lips and her soft murmuring in the crook of my neck. When I hear carefully, I realize she is expressing those same three magical words which I was longing to hear from her. I open my eyes, pull her nude body to me under the sheets, looking in her eyes. She gives me a week smile before palming my face.


“This is where it all went wrong isn’t it?” she murmurs. “Me giving you hopes of love, and then denying to have any feelings for you later?”


I stay quiet. I want her to speak. I can listen to her for my entire life. Tears moist her eyes and only when she rubs away a lone tear from mine, I apprehend that I too was crying.

“I was confused what I felt for you then.. But What I feel for you now is something out of the world. It took you time to understand I wasn’t at fault. It took me time to analyze my true feelings for you. And now finally it all makes sense, Arnav.”

I nod weakly as she keeps stroking my face.

“Just like there has been no other woman in your life whom you gave your heart to, there has never been any other man’s thoughts in my head the way I had for you. We were destined to meet, to get attracted to each other, and then life threw the unwanted challenges and pain in our lives to test us. But look at us now.. We came out winning..”

I smile.

“I remember your mother telling me that you get too attached to people whom you care and love. It scared me then but now.. I want me to be your obsession.”

I swallow cupping her jaw.

“You already are..” I exhale, kissing her again. “You already are my obsession, Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada. And you’ll always be…” I add, hovering over her.

This time we make sweet love.. We were in no hurry to sleep.. no hurry to wake up.. no hurry to face the world again. This was our real world… me and Khushi.. Forever together.. In each others arms..


To be Continued.

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Note: Last week there was just one precap from me on the blog. And today this short update. I know many of you are already thinking that I am on the verge of closing this blog soon which is not true. Just a difficult phase, not finding enough time to write here over my book deadlines and other personal stuff. There’s a lot in my professional side to take care of. Hoping to be more regular soon.

This fiction is coming to an end in 2 parts which I’ll try my best to complete before this month end. Keeping fingers crossed that from January I can focus on my new fiction: THE WAIT on this blog and can give at least two full fledged updates every week for the same. Thank you to all those who have waited for my updates here patiently. That means a lot 😊

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