Chapter Eleven

Sunlight came shining into the room, awakening Khushi. She truly did not feel like waking up, and buried her face deeper into Arnav.

Wait, what?

Khushi's eyes shot open and she looked right into Arnav's neck. She slightly pulled back, looking up at a sleeping Arnav. He looked very peaceful in his sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips.

I wonder what he's dreaming about?

Khushi realized that once again, in the middle of the night, they had found their way to the other. His arm was protectively draped over her and her hand rested itself on his chest. And so, like every other morning, Khushi tried to get out of his hold. But like every other morning, her one little move, would cause Arnav to wake up.

His eyes fluttered open and landed right on Khushi, causing Khushi to hold her breath. She gulped as she looked into his eyes. No matter how many times this had happened, Khushi always found herself stunned. And no matter how many times this had happened, Arnav found it always hard to look away from her.

Without a thought, Arnav reached up and caressed her cheek. Khushi shut her eyes to his embrace, her nerves beginning to shoot up. Something was different - it felt different, but Khushi had no idea what it was. It didn't seem likely for her to find out because what did she know that by simply wearing a sari in his favorite color, could have such an affect on him.

Arnav looked her up and down, admiring the red fabric on her body. It looked beautiful against her skin tone, and Arnav found himself feeling more and more attracted to her by the second. His hand left her cheek and traced down her body, causing Khushi to shudder and let out a soft moan. The sound echoed in Arnav's ears, turning something on inside of him. He slowly laid her on her back and moved over her, Khushi now feeling her nerves shooting up doubly fast!

Khushi's eyes remained shut as her chest heaved, her breasts brushing against Arnav's chest. Her lips were slightly parted and Arnav found himself desperate to kiss her, like he was stranded in the desert and she was his only source of nourishment. He brought his lips closer to hers and just as his lips brushed against her soft, pink, plump lips - his phone went off.

Both turned their attention to the phone, rumbling as it rang and vibrated. Arnav looked down at Khushi and could see how panicked she looked.

What have I done?

Arnav moved off of her and took his phone out to the balcony to take his call. Khushi took this moment to catch her breath, and quickly dashed to the wardrobe to get her clothes, and charged right into the bathroom.

Holy cow, what just happened," she screamed in her head as she washed up and got ready. Did we just-? Were we about to-? ...what?!

Her mind was rambling with questions, but she couldn't deal with this right now; she needed to go downstairs to help with breakfast. When Khushi opened the door and reentered the bedroom, she could still hear Arnav talking on the phone. Taking this as her chance, Khushi dashed out of the room and headed downstairs tot the kitchen. Her mind continued to wander, even though she begged for it to stop.

"Good morning Khushi!"

"Huh?"

Khushi flinched out of thought and looked at Mona, who was looking at her questioningly.

"Are you okay Khushi?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, yeah, totally."

Mona found her response to be very strange, but seeing how flustered she looked, an idea of what could be the problem popped into her head, and she knew her devar was involved - especially because of the blush on Khushi's cheeks. So she decided to leave the poor girl alone and not tease her.

With the last of breakfast placed on the table, everyone was already gathered together, except for Arnav. Khushi wondered where he was, and as the thought of him crossed his mind, Arnav came into the room and Khushi gulped.

Not because of what had happened earlier this morning, but because of how fucking hot her husband looked.

Point to be noted, those were Khushi's exact thoughts.

Oh my... since when was he always this gorgeous?

It was strange to Khushi, how all of a sudden she was becoming very aware of the man she called her husband. All these weeks together, and never did she really notice much. And yet between yesterday and today, she had noticed so much than she had all these weeks.

The same could be said for Arnav.

As he entered the dining room and took his seat, his eyes landed on Khushi and once again, he found himself stunned. He wasn't sure if she realized that she was once again wearing a sari in his favorite color. And he hoped that she didn't realize the affect she was having on him, nor anyone else, for that matter. Otherwise, that would have been very embarrassing.

And he didn't want anyone to think he was still in his teens, when he clearly wasn't.

If you haven't figured out what that means, go back to sex ed 😀

The two didn't say anything to the other during breakfast, not trying to face any awkwardness or embarrassment from earlier. And as soon as breakfast was complete, Arnav got up to leave to the office, and Khushi took in a breath of relief.

Only, that was cut short.

Khushi had gone back up to their room to ease her racing heart, when the room filled up with the sound of Arnav's ringtone. She realized then that Arnav had forgotten his phone.

Should I take this to him? Should I contact him at the office and let him know? Or should I ask bhabi? Then again she might ask questions.

She decided to head downstairs and call Arnav from the landline to his office phone. But little did Khushi know that Arnav had realized that he had forgotten his phone and was already on his way home.

Just like that, the scene was set - Khushi was heading down the stairs and Arnav was coming up the front steps. Just as Khushi got to the bottom step, Arnav entered the house. And just like that, in the blink of an eye, the two bumped into each other, and Arnav quickly got hold of her, pulling her into his arms.

Khushi looked up at him, wide-eyed, as Arnav gazed down at her. Once again, that temptation to kiss her, had formed. He found his hand moving up on its own again, caressing her cheek. Khushi found it difficult to breathe again, her grip on him tightening as her nerves shot up.

But fortunately - or unfortunately, yet to be determined - Arnav's ever so screaming phone began to scream again, snapping the two back to reality. They shot away from the other and Khushi quickly held out his phone to him. Arnav took it and took the call.

"Yeah. ...hmm... okay... we'll talk when I get back to the office," and he hung up.

Arnav looked at Khushi, who was holding her hands together and looking down at the ground, blushing.

"Um... sorry, and he left.

Khushi looked up at his retreating back, her eyes widened. Sorry?

"Oh my gosh!!!"

Khushi's eyes widened at the sound of Mona's shrilling and praying that her bhabi hadn't seen any of it, she slowly turned to her. But the second she saw Mona's face, it was evident that indeed her bhabi had seen it all.

"That was so cute," Mona shrieked. "The way you two bumped into each other like TV series, and the way he held you? Hai!"

Khushi blushed tomato red, looking anywhere but at Mona.

"And he said sorry, how sweet!"

"Sweet," she questioned, and she bit her tongue.

Mona smirked and Khushi wanted to fade away than face the embarrassment. She went to Khushi and took her hand, and had her sit down next to her on the sofa.

"I told you my devar was sweetie. He felt bad for putting you in such a awkward position, so he apologized."

Khushi looked up at Mona. He didn't say it because he regretted it?

And that thought made Khushi pause. Why did she all of sudden care of Arnav had any feelings towards. Why did she suddenly care so much to the point where she would've felt hurt if Arnav had regretted his actions towards her.

"Looks like someone is falling in love," Mona sang softly.

Khushi's eyes met hers.

"Something must have triggered it. Maybe seeing you in his favorite color?"

Khushi looked down at her red sari. That's right, bhabi did say this was his favorite color. But I've worn this color before, right?Or have I not? Doubt that's possible....

"Well whatever it is, it's quite evident that my devar has some feelings for you," she winked.

Khushi blushed and looked down.

"And it's about time!"

With that, Mona got up and left Khushi to her thoughts.

Is he really? Is he really beginning to have feelings for me?

Memories of earlier this morning came to mind, and Khushi remembered feeling the hardness of his chest against her breasts, and the feeling of his lips brushed against hers. The memory had her fingers reaching her lips and blush spread through her cheeks.

Am I beginning to fall in love with Arnav?