Important Note 24/01/2013

IMPORTANT NOTE: For ALL READERS

Hi, everyone...there will be no update until the 29th of January. This is mainly because I have two exams coming up, and I cannot afford to lose the attention for either of these exams. I hope you all understand. 

Sorry for the inconvenience caused. 

Love Mishty

Honeymoon With The Raizada's: Chapter 9

Hi I am Mishty, I am a fan of ArHi and I just hope you like my writing. Please do not copy my concepts or any of my writings. Please drop a message if you like my works on Arnav and Khushi. 

Writers Comments

Well, this SS will come to an end in 2-3 parts. That's why I am updating it practically every day. Also, looks like my readers like a little bit of mature scenes. So this is that treat for you all. Please comment. It really motivates me to write more.

Love, 

Mishty

Chapter 9

Khushi and Arnav were just lying in bed, exhausted from their love making.

Khushi: Arnav ji...I am hungry...let's go and eat! We didn't even eat anything. Let's go downstairs and eat something.

Arnav: Hmm...Khushi...let's go and eat something. 

Khushi found Arnav's shirt and put it on herself while Arnav was about to walk out when Khushi stopped him.

Khushi: Arnav sharam kijye....wear some clothes. 

Arnav: Why would I be shy in front of my wife? (He raised his eyes-brows suggestively)

Khushi: Arnav ji please, I am feeling shy in front of you! Now can you please wear some clothes! (She turned away from him)

Arnav came from behind and hugged her.

Arnav: Khushi, open your eyes...(She opened her eyes and he slowly turned her around so she was facing him...) Khushi, first give me my shirt, then you can go. 

Khushi: But Arnav ji, there are so many other shirts in the wardrobe. Why can't you wear other ones?

Arnav: No, but I want this shirt, so give it to me. Otherwise I know how to take it myself. (He moved his hands towards her shirt buttons suggestively.)

Khushi: Okay...fine, I will quickly go and change, then I will give it to you. (She was just about to walk off when she felt a pull and she crashed into Arnav's chest.)

Arnav: No, Khushi I want this shirt now - and I will get it now.

He started to unbutton the shirt when Khushi suddenly held his hand in shock.

Khushi: Arnav ji, what are you doing?

Arnav: I am just taking my shirt.

Khushi: But Arnav ji...

Just then, Khushi's stomach rumbled, and color flooded her cheeks. 

Arnav: (Arnav smirked) Looks like your really hungry - let's get some food into you...shall we? 

Before she could even retort, he picked her up and headed downstairs into the kitchen.

Arnav placed her down gently and stood behind her as watched her getting something to eat. He had already got their food in the evening, but forgot about as soon as he saw Khushi in the baby doll. After realizing Khushi's hunger, he knew that she should eat something. Also, he was feeling really hungry. 

As Khushi was warming up the food, Arnav placed his cold hand on her waist, over the shirt squeezing her waist a little! Then he turned her around in a jerk and placed a quick kiss on her lips. He pulled away when they heard the beeping of the microwave.

Arnav: Khushi, we can romance after we have fed ourselves. Let's eat for now.

Khushi: (she blushed) Hmm.....chalo!

Khushi got 2 plates out and was about to start serving when Arnav said "Khushi, we will eat from one plate." Khushi put away the extra plate smiling at her romantic husband. She was about to sit on her chair besides Arnav when he pulled her. She landed straight on his lap. He moved his hand onto her waist tightening his grip so she couldn't run away, not that she wanted to run away. On the other hand, Khushi already fell shy seeing her husband stark naked, roaming around the house and the fact that she was sitting on his lap, aroused her more. They started to feed each other slowly. Arnav's one hand was on her waist while the other caressing her thigh, slowly creeping up towards her inner thigh, and caressing the skin there.

Soon they finished their food and were just sitting there feeling each other, gently caressing each other which was turning them on even more. Arnav could feel her wet and ready for him so he shifted her slightly so that she was straddling him and thrust-ed his hard manhood in her. Khushi was in a sweet shock when she felt him inside her, causing thousands of explosions within her. Arnav started to thrust harder and harder until both of them climaxed together. They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to calm their breathing when Arnav spoke.

Arnav: These are the benefits, of not wearing clothes. You should try it some time Khushi. (He smirked at his naive wife.)

Khushi: ARNAV JI...you are becoming really naughty nowadays. (Hiding herself in his chest while Arnav smirked)

Arnav: Jaan...you have not even seen my naughtiness yet! There is still so much yet to show you my innocent wife. (she looked at him in shock)

Khushi: ARNAV JI(he left out a soft chuckle)

He picked her up and took her back to their master bedroom and placed her on the bed and covered them both with a blanket. He pulled Khushi closer and she placed her head on his chest and drifted to sleep.

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Khushi woke up hours later as the sun disturbed her sleep. She saw her masculine husband that she was sleeping next to, he looked too sexy while sleeping. She started to stroke his washboard chest as if in a trance. She stopped out of reverie when Arnav said while his eyes were closed.

Arnav: What are you doing jaan?

Khushi: You were awake?

Arnav: Hmm...when my wife is touching me like that, anyone would be awake!

Khushi: Arnav Ji..

Arnav: By the way, why is my jaan feeling really romantic today? Not that I mind it. 

Khushi: It's all my husband's fault, he has taught me to do this!

Arnav: Oh really?...your husband taught you this? Seems like I need to show you other things that your husband can do as well then!

Khushi: What?

Arnav: You should know that a husband knows, all his wife's secrets. Like, you are extremely ticklish.

Suddenly, Arnav came on top of Khushi, and he started tickling Khushi, while Khushi screamed out loud, not able to take the sensation. This was like sweet torture for her. Arnav freckled his fingers beneath the shirt she was wearing. His one hand holding her 2 hands at the top of her head so she couldn't move and the other hand beneath her shirt, torturing her to no end.

Khushi: ARNAV JI, please stop it. Please...!

Arnav: Nope Khushi, this my wifey, is to remind you to never mess with your husband!

Khushi: Arnav ji..please I am sorry...I was just joking! (She said in between her fits of laughter.)

Arnav: Hmm...good girl!(He smirked)

Arnav left her so she could calm her breathing down. He just loved tickling her because he loved to see her laugh and have a smile on her face. She looked so serene while she was lying there, he just wanted to devour her skin. He couldn't believe that after hours of love making, that he could still feel aroused. He opened her shirt and threw it somewhere where it was out of reach. He gently stroked her skin while he was on top of her. His hands slid in the shirt to feel her breasts. Instead of calming her, he was arousing her instead. 

Arnav pecked her lips softly, which soon turned into a passionate kiss, with him continuously biting her lips making them bleed but then licking the blood off to give her pleasure at the same time. He pinned her on the bed and started to explore her skin in great detail. Khushi realised that he was loving her very aggressively today, letting go of his inhibitions, but she didn't mind as she was enjoying the passionate lover. 

Arnav was leaving a trail of love bites anywhere he could find bare skin, but then he would lick the area to sooth her pain. He went back to kissing her passionately when Khushi moaned, ‘Arnav ji..please stop torturing me!’ just as he listened to her plea, he entered her and thrust-ed into her until they both climaxed. Due to fatigue they went to sleep cuddling each other, to only wake up in the morning.

Mujhe Saans Aayi: His Sacrifice

Hi I am Mishty, I am a fan of ArHi and I just hope you like my 

writing. Please do not copy my concepts or any of my writings. 

Please drop a message if you like my works on Arnav and Khushi. 



Writers Comments
Well another emotional one. 
I hope you like the OS.
Love, 
Mishty

Mujhe Saans Aayi: His Sacrifice

What had happened to him?

Was this how everything would end?

No - Her Arnav ji would be fine. The doctors may have diagnosed him wrong.

Her Arnav ji would just be fine. It didn't matter what everyone said about him. 

Saans me teri saans mili toh mujhe saans aayi

Mujhe saans aayi, Mujhe saans aayi

Rooh ne chhu li jism ki khushboo tu jo paas aayi

Tu jo paas aayi, tu jo paas aayi

Khushi sat by the hospital bed, taking his hand in her hands, rubbing them together to create heat. A tear dropped from her eye-lids on the white bed-sheets. She placed her head on his heart, and kissed him gently there. 

Her love would bring him back. 

He would have to come back for her love. 

He would never leave her alone in this cruel world. 

Saans me teri saans mili toh mujhe saans aayi

Mujhe saans aayi, Mujhe saans aayi

Kab tak hosh sambhale koi

Hosh ude toh ud jaane do

He was her savior, - her angel.

She needed him - just him. No-one else mattered at the moment. 

The 3 special words held no meaning. 

He had risked his life again to save hers.

Dil kab seedhi raah chala hai

Raah mude toh mud jaane do

Tere khayal me doob ke aksar achhi lagi tanhaai

Saans me teri saans mili toh mujhe saans aayi

Mujhe saans aayi, Mujhe saans aayi

He had risked his breath to give her the oxygen she needed. 

That was enough for her. 

His love was - precious. 

She never understood him, but today she knew that if he didn't get his breath back today, she would be breathless.

Raat teri baahon me kate toh

Subah badi halki lagti hai

Aankh me rehne lage ho kya tum

Kyu chhalki chhalki lagti hai

By saving Khushi from Shyam, he had inflicted pain on himself. Shyam had finally taken the revenge from him. When he was saving khushi, from falling off the cliff, Shyam had attacked him from behind, ending all the games. Little did he know that love never dies. 

He had sacrificed his life for her.

Was that not love?

The beeping of the machine alerted her. 

He was back. He was breathing. 

Mujhko phir se chhu ke bolo

Meri kasam kya khaai

Saans me teri saans mili toh mujhe saans aayi

Mujhe saans aayi, Mujhe saans aayi

Rooh ne chhu li jism ki khushboo tu jo paas aayi

Tu jo paas aayi, tu jo paas aayi...

She finally got her breath back. 

Her Arnav ji was back - with her forever.

She saw him - open his eyes, and look at her with love. 

She was not aware of anything else. It was just him and her. 

She soon called the doctors and they said that it was a miracle that he was a live. 

And she only knew one thing - she got her breath only because he got his breath.