If your heart could burst from happiness, Arnav knew this was his moment. Even though it had only been a few months since they had been married, it felt like he had waited ages for this moment- for her to tell him what she felt and he knew he would never get tired of hearing it.

"Say that again..." was all he could whisper as he wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks and he pulled her closer to him.

"I love you..." She whispered again, against his neck and he pulled her body into his, holding her tight, savouring the moment. As he looked up at the sky, the moon seemed brighter and the twinkling stars seemed like they were winking at him, celebrating the moment.

"I love you" he mumbled in her hair as she tucked her face further into the curve of his neck, breathing in his scent.

How long did they sit there, on the beach, all alone with the darkness engulfing them? He didn't know and it didn't seem to matter. Gently he laid down on the sand and pulled her down with him and she obliged. Side by side they laid, on the wet sand, looking into each others eyes, content with life. Arnav moved first and in a flash, his face hovered over hers. His eyes were dark with desire and his hand moved up to her face, caressing it gently. Her eyes slowly opened and she knew this was it. Looping her arms around his neck, she pulled her face closer to his and kissed him.

Her lips shyly moved against his while his hands moved down to her knees and he slowly pulled the dress up, over her thighs and bundled it up at her stomach. He played with the lace that hugged her curves and not being able to wait any longer, he pulled it down while she waited with an anticipated breath for his next move. He wasn't sure if her sigh was that of relief or if she was surprised at the invasion of his hands on her private flesh, but it didn't matter. She was his and nobody could change that fact and he was just going to show her that.

His fingers touched her gently at first and then a little more firmly. Adjusting himself over her, he lowered himself but before he could make her feel the effect she had over him, he felt her slow, hesitant fingers playing with the brim of his shorts before her hands slowly moved inside. Grabbing his hips, she pulled him down to position him between her legs. He gasped, while his eyes closed in pleasure at the feel of her soft hands, touching him so intimately.

"Khushi..." he barely whispered her name. Her hips moved intimately against his and he knew if she didn't stop now, he wasn't going to be able to control himself. As much as he enjoyed what she was doing to him, he wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing before they moved on.

"Sweetheart... Look at me" he croaked out as his hands moved up to cup her face, but she didn't open her eyes, too scared and embarassed that he would be able to see her desire so bold for him.

"Baby please..." He whispered again and this time, she opened her eyes slowly.

"Are you sure?" was all he asked and waited with a bated breath for an answer. If she said no, he was going to back off and give her some time but before he could think of how he was going to keep his hands off her, she nodded her head in a yes, kissing his cheek. That was all the confirmation he needed before his fingers moved down her face, over her neck and halting at the brim of her dress. Her chest heaved in anticipation and when he couldn't wait any longer, he pulled it down, baring her upper body to his eyes while his hands roamed down to feel her thighs, her dress now fully bunched around her waist.

"You're so beautiful..." He mumbled as his fingers traced her swells, learning the curves. His thumb traced the dark mole on the side before he moved it to the centre of her swell and noticed the bud instantly tighten. Not resisting any longer, his fingers got replaced with his mouth, tracing the outline with his lips before he opened his mouth and took in the tightened bud.

Her gasp was his undoing as his free hand moved down to his shorts before he pulled them down and rested himself fully against her. Her eyes flew open, feeling him lodged so intimately against her but his face was hard with desire and he slowly moved against her, while he claimed her mouth and learned the contours of it all over again, just like the first time. He moved against her, over and over, until her breathing became uneven but that wasn't enough for her.

"Please..." She barely moaned and despite knowing what she wanted, that wasn't enough for him.

"Please what?" He asked while her breathing got even more deeper.

"Please what sweetie?" he repeated, but she didn't respond, he kept the pace of his strokes steady, enjoying the different expressions on her face.

"Can we...?" she whispered and even though he barely heard the words, he knew what she meant.

"Can we what? What do you want?" he repeated while his motions stayed the same and when she tried to shrink away to stop him, he grabbed her hips and barely ground out the next few words.

"Please...I am gonna..." her broken words and deep breathing told him she was close.

"I know... it's ok sweetheart" he murmured against her ear and his husky words drove her over the edge. Satiated, she lay on the sand, her body crushed by his but that didn't last long as he fixed her clothing and picking her up, he walked back to their villa which was a few feet away.

Depositing her on the bed, his large body loomed over hers but before he could discard of his clothes, her tiny hands stopped him. For a second, fear rose within him, wondering if she was going to stop him, but the next second her fingers started working along the buttons of his shirt, before she discarded it. He followed her moves and got rid of her clothing while her eyes remained downcast until he lifted her face to look at her. He could sense the excitement along with nervousness in her eyes. Her nervous smile and the general glow about her face nearly knocked him breathless and he had to take in a few deep breaths to remind himself to go slow and savour this moment with her. His hands groped her body, thighs first, moving up her hips and resting on her lower back. She was the most exquisite being that he had come across and his heart swelled knowing that she was his wife- all his. As her back arched upwards, his hands slowly moved up her back, around her neck, moving up to her front and started trailing downwards. When she couldn't take it any longer, her hands moved up and stopped his, begging him him silently to end the sweet torture.

"Let me please... you have no idea how long I've waited for this" he whispered against her skin and his gentle words were her undoing. He lifted his hand and brushed it across her cheek softly, a tender act in the midst of the uncontrollable passion. She laid back, enjoying the feel of his lips, tongue, hands and his body brushing over hers. His lips moved up to hers and he kissed her softer than he probably had ever before but with the same passion and desire that was very much there. Her heart rate increased with the anticipation of what was about to come next and he felt it.

"Don't be nervous," his gravelly voice instructed her as he settled himself between her legs, slowly rubbing himself against her and she dazedly wondered when had he got rid of the remainder of his clothes. His lips never left hers and his hands caressed every inch of her and when he knew she was ready, without a warning, he filled her in one swift motion and muffled her scream with an earth shattering kiss. He lay still, waiting for her to open her eyes and after what felt like eternity, she moved her hips slightly and he groaned against her neck. He was solely running on desire now- the desire to be as close to her as he could possibly get. She moved once, twice, her eyes clenched shut from the pain and he dared not to move. He whispered words of comfort, sweet nothings, controlling his desire and waited for her to get used to him.

"It's ok... it's ok..." he whispered over and over. Watching her reactions closely, he noticed the lines on her forehead relax and that's when he slowly moved against her, picking up the rhythm until he was fully sheathed inside of her. They moved against each other, patiently, feeling each stroke, each movement silently and savoring the feeling of being one until they both couldn't take it any longer. He watched her rapidly losing control and she finally tensed, arching towards him, crying out his name in surprise. He smiled in triumph and relief, at last releasing the pent-up pressure in his own body after her.

"I love you sweetheart" he whispered and all she could do was nod in response, absolutely spent, not knowing that this was just the beginning of the night.

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Khushi woke up the next morning, absolutely drained. She glanced over at the clock and noticed the time- 2:00pm and she almost jumped off the bed but the throbbing in her body all over reminded her that wouldn't be such an easy task. She slowly rolled over, wincing slightly in pain and noticed his side of the bed empty. Grabbing the sheets, she slowly sat up and noticed her robe placed on the night stand, with a rose on top. Smiling, she touched the blooming petals and moved forward to slide the robe on. She walked towards the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filling up her senses and noticed Arnav moving around, placing everything on a tray.

"Hi..." she whispered behind him and he flipped around, hearing her voice, half surprised that she was already up, given the circumstances that he hadn't let her sleep till early morning.

"Good morning sweetheart" he replied and moving forward, placed a wet kiss on her cheek. She blushed furiously and he wondered how she could still manage to do that, after last night.

"Go back to bed sweetie... I'll be right there" he told her and when her eyes widened as big as saucers, he smiled naughtily at her, knowing what she was thinking.

"What? I was just going to bring breakfast there. What were you thinking?" and if possible, her face felt like it had just lit up in flames, hearing the naughtiness in his voice. But before he could see it, she turned around and walked back to the room, his laughter ringing behind her.

Walking back, he placed the breakfast tray on the bed and noticed her sitting on the bed cross legged. She pulled the robe lower to cover her knees and then would pull it back up to cover her cleavage. She repeated the process over and over, pulling the robe lower and then pulling it back up and he nearly laughed out loud at her discomfort.

"Khushi... I've definitely seen more than that so you can quit the pulling and tugging" he smirked while biting into his toast and she glared at him. She had definitely heard people talking about breakfast in bed being romantic and all, but this was nothing close to it. If anything, she was feeling nervous and shy of her own husband and she wondered if that was even normal. Chugging down the coffee, she got up to run into the bathroom to cool her flaming body but the tug on her robe belt halted her steps and in seconds, her robe opened up from the front. Glad that he was behind her and not infront, she hastily tied up whatever she could and turned around but wrong move. His hand remainded on the belt and in seconds, it loosened and she held onto it tightly while he moved forward.

"Kya hua Khushi?" he asked, while his other hand moved up to caress her cheek and the hand on her belt widened against her back. Pulling her flush against himself, he looked at her face and noticed the redness creeping up her neck and onto her face. Without a warning, he lowered his head and kissed her deeply while she held onto his shoulders, steadying herself.

"You forgot to give me a good morning kiss" he mumbled against her lips while his lips moved against hers and his hands moved lower to her hips, pulling her against him fully. Finally, his lips left hers and he let her breathe, but he didn't stop. His lips trailed down her neck and he moved one hand forward and pulled the robe off one shoulder, giving him more access.

"This is more than just a kiss..." she dazedly mumbled while her hands moved into his hair.

"I know... it's not the morning either... by the afternoon, I'll need more than just a kiss" he mumbled against her lips and as his hands moved inside her robe to cup her, her hiss broke his reverie. His actions halted and he breathed deeply, controlling his desire.

"I'm sorry... I totally forgot... sore?" he asked her gently and hearing the concern in his voice, she looked up at him, forgetting all about the robe that was barely covering her upper body. She slowly nodded her head and he gave her a small smile. His hands moved up and adjusted her robe and giving her a kiss on the cheek, he told her to go take a shower while he cleaned up the dishes.

Half an hour later, she emerged from the bathroom, ready, wearing a pale pink sundress and he noticed the slight blush rising on her cheeks once she saw him; her complexion now matching the color of her dress. Knowing that she was feeling a bit awkward, he decided to change the topic and grabbing her hand, walked out of the place to go sightseeing.

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Karan paced his living room, nervous and angry, staring at his phone. It had been over two days since he had messaged Khushi but no response. He had found out that she was gone with Arnav and he had blank called to see if she had kept her phone on. Arnav had answered in a sleepy hello and he knew that her phone was on which meant that she had probably checked his message, perhaps Arnav had seen it too but he didn't really care.

Angry that she didn't find it important enough to even reply, he threw his phone across the room and sat down on the couch, trying to control his nerves. Images of them together flashed in his mind and he grabbed his hair, trying to erase the picture of them together, holding hands cozily and alot more. She was suppose to be his- only his and he was going to make damn sure that happened!

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They returned back to their villa early, and despite her telling Arnav that she was fine, he had grabbed takeout and walked back to their place. Her slight limp hadn't gone unnoticed by him and he almost felt like kicking himself. He had made love to her endless times over the night, losing count, forgetting that it was probably too much for her. Changing into her night clothes, she walked over to the dining table to see everything laid out and smiling at him, she slowly sat down on the chair- a little too slowly. Her posture told him she wasn't very comfortable sitting like that and the hard wooden chairs probably weren't helping. In a flash, he walked over to her, made her stand up and took her seat. Her forehead creased in confusion and before she could ask him what was going on, he pulled her onto his lap.

"Is this more comfortable?" he asked her gently and her heart swelled looking at the sadness on his face. Smiling at him, she caressed his cheek and nodding, she adjusted herself on his lap and grabbed their food. He fed her quietly and ate his along with hers and when she was done, she looped her arms around his neck and buried her face there, while he finished his food.

Leaving everything where it was, he picked her up, took her to the bathroom and deposited her on the bed after. Laying down beside her, he caressed her face and moving forward, placed gentle kisses on her cheek and all around her face. Shifting closer to her, his hands moved under her tee and before she could stop him, his hands moved inside her shorts.

"Shh... this will make you feel better" he whispered and before she could digest what he said, one finger slipped inside her and her eyes widened at the invasion.

"The salve will help the soreness" he mumbled against her cheek and that's when she realized his fingers were covered with an ointment. He placed it all over and once done, he adjusted her clothing and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, she wore the same expression on her face that he had left her with and he almost laughed at the shocked/embarrassed look on her face.

"You don't need to be embarassed... it's normal Khushi" he told her and she just smiled in response, knowing that he was right. Her hand moved up to his face and she caressed the scar on his eyebrow, wondering how in hell had she got so lucky in life.

"I love you" she whispered and winking at her, his response threw her off guard.

"Everybody does sweetheart" and she laughed out loud, forgetting all the discomfort.