Arshi OS : Endless Waves of Passion | IPKKND | Barun Sobti | Sanaya Irani | Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon

After 3 years of marriage, Arnav is still utterly possessive of Khushi. After winning the Mrs. India contest, Khushi too has work commitments in the form of brand endorsements, events, etc. Arnav is supportive but over-protective of her. But hey, she's feisty too! And THAT's a deadly combination. How does ASR punish her when he feels his exclusivity on her has been breached? Read on.

Changing the gear of his SUV, he merrily took another turn as waves of anticipation tugged within himself, travelling from the core of his chest to his lips that readily curved into a contended smile.

Arnav Singh Raizada hated surprises. But that didn't mean he hated giving surprises. Three years ago, maybe it was a completely different scenario altogether. But a not-so-easy going courtship followed by a contract marriage, followed by a remarriage and thorough commitment once and for all had brought him down to witness a cauldron of changes within himself that he could once never imagine.

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada could do that to you.

He chuckled at the thought as he accelerated the speed of his car, his hands happily clutched to the steering wheel as another turn came his way and in retrospect made him recall the debacle he had with his unpredictable and crazy wife the previous evening.

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"Ye koi time hota hai ghar aane ka?" (Is this the time to return home?)

She berated him as soon he had entered the room throwing glances at the wall clock on his wife's temper, as the clock hands simply indicated it was quarter past midnight.

"Khushi, main-"

He had merely begun to explain when his wife put him to an even worse situation as she averred in an accusing tone:

"You even forgot our dinner plans! Aisa lagta hai, aapko humari koi parvah nahi hai (It seems as if you don't care about me anymore)"

Yes, the mighty ASR chided himself in his mind for forgetting the dinner night that he had promised his wife two days ago, which he blatantly forgot about, thanks to the plethora of office work that included deals, meetings, arrangements, and so much more.

Calming his chain of thoughts he slowly took a step towards Khushi, who without a blink, stepped back, her little nose red with anger on her husband as she spoke without a pause,

"Hume aapse koi baat nahi karni. Waise bhi aapke life mein aapke Bluetooth, aapke laptop, aur aapke deals ki humse zyada ahmiyad hai!" (I don't want to talk to you. In any case, in your life, your Bluetooth, your laptop, and your deals have much more value over me.

Arnav was shell shocked with the accusations. 

How could she even think this way?

Agreed, he was a busy man, but under no circumstance did he step back when it came to his family. Be it his wife or his sister. And if he had been busy, so had she. Ever since Khushi won the Mrs. India contest, she was flooded with offers from brands and people who wanted her to endorse stuff or simply be the center of public gatherings relating to fashion, women empowerment, so on and so forth.

She had always made it a point to consult her family before taking up any project or giving her affirmation for any event. Raizada family had always been proud and approving when it came to Khushi's involvement in such projects, as they had been on cloud nine seeing their naïve daughter in law build a life for herself, conquer her dreams, be independent, that too when she actually didn't need to do so, being the wife of one of Asia's biggest business tycoons Arnav Singh Raizada.













Arnav's thoughts came to a halt as he watched his wife take her pillow and step out of the room.

"What the!"

He exclaimed as she turned back and gave him a piercing look, muttering loud enough for him to hear:

"I'm going to sleep in Nani's room. You have fun with your laptop and files!"And with that she stormed out of the room leaving her puzzled husband behind while he could only manage to say "Unbelievable!"1

Yes, three years of marriage and she still continued to dazzle him, shock him, to say the least.


While his insides screamed to just storm into Nani's room, carry that tough, stubborn wife of his on his shoulders and throw her on the bed in his room, he tried to control the urges as he didn't wish to disturb his aged Nani's sleep.

"Will have to deal with her first thing in the morning," he thought to himself as he proceeded to change his clothes and quickly hit the bed.

With discomfort surely taking the best of him thanks to his wife's absence from the bed, he tossed and turned, hugging his pillow as sleep finally took over him, the long, tiring day at work finally showing its results...

He was used to the morning sun rays hitting his eyes, when every day his wife, an early riser, woke up before him and drew the curtains out to let the fresh light enter the room as she greeted him good morning.

But today, nothing of that sort happened. It was his phone's alarm tone rather, that woke him up from his slumber.

Letting out a sigh, he got out from the bed and headed towards the washroom, taking a shower and getting ready for the day ahead...He fastened the cuff buttons of his three-piece suit as he quickly took the staircase to go to the living room, his eyes frantically darting in all the directions looking for his pagal but cute wife.His anxiousness spoke for itself as his brows frowned not finding her anywhere, when Nani's conspicuous tone met the baffled query of his eyes.

"Chotte, Khushi bitiya left for mandir early morning."

And that stirred something in him.

The waves of anger took over the disappointment in Arnav's mind, as he roughly pushed in the chair back towards the dining table that he had earlier pulled out, looking for his wife simultaneously.

Throwing an angry glare at everyone at the dining table, he stormed out of the house, leaving the questions of Mami and Nani, who hurriedly asked "Breakfast? Chotte?" but all they saw was his retreating back storming out of Raizada Mansion, leaving their question unanswered...

"How dare she!"

He barked under his breath as he roughly drove across the Delhi roads on his way to AR, constantly being reminded of the fact that Khushi didn't even care to meet him in the morning and deliberately left for the mandir early morning to avoid seeing him.







Gone was the calm ocean that pretty much defined his name: Arnav, as an angry storm took over the ocean and that would be the ruthless ASR.

"Wait and watch Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada!"

He muttered to himself as he reached his office and promised himself on how he would make his stubborn wife payback! A smirk appeared on his face as he entered his cabin and commenced working on his day's engagements.

..

And now back to the present, he couldn't help the smile appearing on his face as he tried envisioning what would be his wife's reaction when she would see him in front of her at Royal Orchids International.

Yes, he remembered.

Khushi had told him around 10 days back about this brand called Kiara Seams launching their summer collection for kids, for which they had requested Khushi to be their guest of honor. Arnav had agreed for her to give it a nod of course, since it was a kids' line.

He had always been particular about choosing what Khushi would say yes to, in her professional aspects, given he still considered her way too naïve for the industry and hence, approved her endorsements and involvement only when he was fully convinced that nothing would jeopardize her safety.

He smiled as he thought that his wife would be taken aback seeing him there, since she would have been overly sanguine that he would have forgotten about this day, like he kept forgetting other important days, the biggest of which was their wedding anniversary.

But little did she know that her overly concerned husband these days made sure to bookmark all her important dates in his phone's calendar, albeit not all the events being that very important.

"You are in for a surprise Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada!"

He averred as he smirked, thinking through his plan wherein he would first definitely give her a piece of mind, for spoiling his morning by disappearing like that and then he would make her understand what she really means to him and take her out for dinner, which he couldn't make possible the night before..

Finally reaching the destination, he applied the brakes as the car screeched to a halt and he stepped towards the entrance of Royal Orchids International...

The galore of lights, flowers, shimmers, and glitters, and the melodious tunes played on the piano— all of it fell on callous senses as Arnav Singh Raizada looked at the enigma standing center stage, at the straight path of his sight.

The thin noodle straps adorning her shoulders that flaunted her breathtakingly gorgeous collarbones, the shimmering diamond earrings that braggingly sat on her earlobes, her long tresses curled in soft waves, and the long length of the red fabric almost touching the floors of the stage.

He gulped as he let out a deep sigh not realizing until now that he had held his breath, or rather the goddess of Venus standing right in front of him had caught his breath, constricting the flow of air to his lungs.







He took a step forward as he observed her holding the mike in one hand, while the other hand held a beautiful bouquet of flowers. The effervescent smile tugging on her lips, she congratulated the people for the launch of the new merchandise, also appreciating the collection with a list of good adjectives, while the crowd was left awestruck with her beauty and everybody clapped hearing the words of appreciation she poured out. 

Nobody could even imagine in their wildest dreams that years ago this girl could hardly pronounce a word properly in English and today, she drafted sentences verbally one after another fluently, without a fumble or a second thought.

Arnav kept on looking at his beloved wife's gestures, while she continued her speech, still standing oblivious to the fact that each and every move of hers was being noticed, monitored, and admired by the one man of her life, to whom she was everything, her husband.

A big round of applause broke as she concluded her speech, endless flashes from the cameras darted at her, as Arnav watched the whole scene with a proud smile on his face.

She handed over the mike to the next person as another girl took the bouquet from her hand, replacing it with a knife wrapped with glittering ribbons. Khushi flashed her million dollar smile at the lady as she took the knife from her hand and bent down to cut the beautiful cake kept at the center to commemorate the beginning of the new venture of Kiara Seams.

She took a small piece of cake and fed the lady on her left who appeared to be the owner of the brand, while the lady too reciprocated the gesture by feeding Khushi a small piece.

All the while, cameras kept flashing, as media covered the inauguration cum press conference that also consisted of eminent personalities from the industry.

Arnav's smile didn't falter as he pertained his role of being a silent spectator for the moment, until of course he saw something that made a venomous tinge emerge all of a sudden from the pit of his gut.

His fingers fisted in rage as he saw the man standing on Khushi's right, wearing a beige tuxedo feed her a piece of cake, which was bigger than what she could actually accommodate in her small mouth, so pretty obviously, she prevented the cake falling by chance with both her hands near her mouth, and the man next to her kept his hand on Khushi's shoulder, as if to assist her, but to Arnav, it was TOXIC. Period.1

He gritted his teeth in anger as he marched forward and neared the stage, finally making everyone around aware of his presence and the shutterbugs couldn't help making the hot entity the subject of their cameras' focus as they shot him with infinite camera flashes, capturing the business magnate's every move, all set for a telltale for all news portals.

And finally, the eyes of the beauty in red met the eyes of the man in black as she studied his features that she perfectly knew and admired, but his penetrating gaze also reflected his inner arrays of anger, disappointment, and.. possessiveness?

The man next to Khushi removed his hand from her shoulder in his own accord while she stood staring at Arnav who was already on the stage by now. She only realized she had a hand on her shoulder when she followed the gaze of her husband looking at the one standing next to her as he slowly withdrew his hand from her, and that's when she realized what had caused the pool of rage in her husband's eyes and just the mere thought of it made her gulp in fright and nervousness.







The sudden surge of claps from the audience brought the two of them out of their reverie as the anchor of the evening greeted and announced the surprise arrival of the god of the fashion industry, the Arnav Singh Raizada.

While the press started with their never ending questions, seeking for some new scoops on latest fashion ventures from AR Designs and also some on the personal lives of Mr. and Mrs. Raizada, asking him if he wanted to surprise his wife here at the launch, ASR only managed to say two lines,

"I don't think I'm liable to answer anyone on my personal life. I would only like to congratulate Kiara Seams on their latest project and wish them luck. Thanks."

Khushi just stared at him without blinking, knowing very well that this avatar of her stringent husband was definitely a warning call. Before she could even assimilate her thoughts, she felt him hold her from the wrist, passing an angry and deathly glare at the man dressed in beige as he stormed out of the stage after uttering a silent "Excuse us" to the audience as well as the press.

While the women and girls around them only went "Awww" at the sight of the passionate husband and the press snapped more pictures of the lovebirds, Khushi very well knew that this gesture of her husband and what was coming was beyond damage control...

She could feel her thudding heart beating against her chest at a rapid pace as she glanced at him, driving the SUV at a supersonic speed, carrying a blank expression, though his frown totally conveyed his anger pretty well.

She bit her lower lip hoping against hope that her ruthless business tycoon of a husband won't admonish her today, and prayed fervently to her Devi Maiyya to keep him sane when suddenly a realization hit her.

"Arnavji, where are we going?"

She asked in a soft inquiring voice as she saw him take a different route that could no way lead to Raizada Mansion.

He didn't even care to look at her at that question let alone reply, while she only gulped in fear.Her inquisitiveness was only short lived as he applied the brakes in full force making the car screech to a halt and the sight in front of her at one aspect made her happy but looking at her raging husband, she could only feel her breathing hitch in fright.

She had been angry on him for obvious reasons, and after a point, she had even feigned it to the best of her ability, to show her husband that his anger wasn't the only primitive thing in the whole wide world. Even she had the temerity of being angry with him and not giving in so easily.
But looking at him right now, all that temerity seemed to have long lost in the west wind.

He wasted no time as he stormed out of the driver's seat and in a quick pace opened the door on her side, throwing her on his shoulders in one swift motion, kicking the passenger door close, while she only shouted in surprise,

"Arnavji! Chodiye hume! (Leave me!)"

But all her screams and requests fell on deaf ears as he ushered towards the farmhouse, clutching her tightly on his shoulders, as if all her acts of wriggling and squirming had zilch effect on him.







He took the staircase to the top floor, running at a fast pace as he finally entered the room and in no time Khushi couldn't process what was happening to her and around her, as she felt herself mercilessly thrown on the bed.1

She tried balancing herself on her elbows as the scene in front of her looked fatal to her sight and body. She could hardly exhale another breath as Arnav held both her wrists and pinned her hands on either sides of the bed, throwing himself on her, making her gasp and even that was cut short as he slammed his lips on her, kissing the life out of her.

She squirmed in nervousness and felt dumbstruck at the unexpectant lines of what was happening, spellbound under the ministrations of her angry husband, who put her in this torturous predicament where she felt absolutely limp at the feelings of what he was doing to her.

She only tried to register the event when she felt him pinning her more on the bed.

He was harsh but he was not harsh.

He was angry but he was not angry.

He was brutal but he was not brutal.

He was definitely exercising his rights on her, but he was keenly cautious even in that moment of wild, the surge of passion, knowing very well how fragile she was and hence, he didn't want to hurt her physically in any way humanly possible.

He nibbled on her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth and so she did, and he had a thorough access to her mouth now; his tongue doing wonders to her as he tasted the sweetness of this vixen he had got addicted to, like any addict was to a brand of heroin.

She possessed that uncanny veto power of unravelling the animal instincts in him and at the same time was the only soul who had the ability to exorcise his darkest demons and condemn them back to hell, like she had, years back when she had entered his life.

She tried freeing her hands so that she could at least have some participation from her side, to hold him, but Arnav was in no mood to show mercy today as he only enveloped her body more to himself like a second skin, and at that moment she thought refuting her husband would only be detrimental for her.

As if in a frenzy, he pushed down the thin straps of her red dress in a fraction of second, not leaving her lips even for a second, while Khushi felt her whole canvas of a mind go under a brain freeze.

His strong grip on her wrists kept her captivated but she could hardly spare a moment to think about that as in no time she felt the entire couture she decked herself in being thrown on the floor at one smooth shot, and her entire snowy white complexion from top to toe was now only left with her inner wear.

She curled the fingers of her feet, feeling the cold embrace of the satin white sheets on the bed as she closed her eyes in nervousness, fear, as well as shyness.

But who said god was going to grace her with leniency today?

"OPEN YOUR EYES!"

He commanded as he left her lips for a brief second and looked at her, while she still remained shocked, so much that despite hearing out loud what he said she refused to open her eyes.

"I said Open. Your. Eyes. LOOK AT ME!"

He ordered, this time louder, when she fluttered her eyes open and her hazel iris met his intense brown orbs.







She gulped in terror at what she saw in that piercing gaze of her husband. There lay love, anger, jealousy, hurt, passion, and possessiveness.

Her chest heaved up and down while she stared at him, a zillion waves of emotions traveling in her heart when suddenly she felt him releasing one of her wrists, only to capture it again with his one hand this time, bringing her other wrist too in that one hold and pinning it on top of her head.

Her eyes widened as she pretty well anticipated what was to come and in no time, she felt him unclasp the hook of her brassiere and in the blink of an eye the fabric was out of her frame, lying lifeless on the floor, and her top was now all bare in its entirety, her husband still looking into her eyes without blinking.

Her breathing hitched as he lowered his mouth on her heaving bosom, enticing her with every move as he took those peaks in his mouth, treating them with courtesy and then with some roughness as he bit them, making her wince in pain, as well as pleasure.

She tried to move, but he only pushed her further as he held her from her waist firmly and when she tried her level best to shift, he made sure his fingers answered her wrong move to try to move as he dug them deep in the flesh of her waist and she couldn't help uttering,

"Arnav-".."Sssshhh. Don't. Try. To Move!"

He commanded as he continued the torture on her breasts, treating them as his personal dessert to devour forever, and she only squirmed in pleasure, left helpless at the hands of her ruthless yet passionate husband...If she felt tormented at this, she surely didn't know what was waiting for her. She had only gathered her thoughts to adjust to what was happening when she felt that her lower inner wear too joined her brassiere on the floor, making her completely bare to the eyes of this predator, who was her husband-- an unearthly combination of her life and death.

She stared at him in astonishment while now she remained lacking at the capability to fathom anything that was going on, her mind giving up, her eyes unblinking, and her body left bare.She heard the sound of unzipping and from the core of her heart very well knew what was to follow, but didn't know the magnitude of it until she felt a nerve wrecking pain greet her body, as he thrust into her, making her very well aware of the fact that he belonged to her and it was only him who she could ever belong to.

"Ahhh"

She gasped in pain and pleasure as he pulled out and thrust back in again, pushing his entire length deep inside her, claiming her soul, body, heart, and mind once again, as he finally settled himself properly and came on top of her so that now his eyes were right at par with her sight.+

"Look at me!"

He commanded as she slowly lifted her gaze and met the intense eyes of the one man she gave her heart to, her husband, while he continued the sweet torture on her body, inside her, exploring her thoroughly, and with each thrust, she could now feel the pain fade away, evanescing into nothingness as she felt herself enter a fresh arena of pleasure and satiety.

His strong gaze fixated on her, with each thrust, the not so talkative Arnav Singh Raizada, finally spoke,







"You. Are. Mine.".

Her lips parted as her body moved rhythmically to his thrusts as he withdrew and pushed himself back in again with full force.

"The right to see you in red, is MINE."

And she looked at him as if she thought that even a blink would take away this sight that she had grown so fond of in the last three years of their lives together.

"The right to hold you, is MINE."

He stated, matter of factly as he entered her again, this time his hand travelling to the sides of her cheeks as he grazed her soft skin with his fingers and spoke,

"The right to touch you, is MINE."

She forgot to breathe as he lowered his mouth on hers, slightly biting the corners of her lips as she left out a soft moan and he uttered,

"The right to bite you, is MINE."

He left the torture on her lips as he continued to thrust inside her, his gaze still fixed on hers as he finally stopped, right inside her and she felt she would explode, there was only so much she could take and here, he didn't even leave a room for her to touch him, still pinning her to bed as he remained inside her, and finally spoke with a deadly glare,

"I will KILL anyone, who dares to mess with MY rights on you! Do.you.understand?"

She knew what she had signed up for when she fell in love with this rakshas, this laad governor, the Arnav Singh Raizada. She knew his passion, possessiveness and obsession with his wife could soar in the limitless horizon if tested, but uh-oh, she didn't know this would be the magnitude of it.

Getting no response from her, he only pushed his length further inside her, making her feel a fresh line of pain and pleasure, bringing her out of her trance as he asked her again in a frighteningly deadly tone,

"I SAID, DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"

She nodded slightly at that, capturing the sight of her possessive husband on top of her, to whom she was the world and he could not tolerate even a slight sight of his wife, his life, his everything, being touched or looked at by anyone else. That was surely going to be the death of that person.

She exhaled as with a final thrust, he shot the seeds of passion inside her and collapsed on top of her, finally releasing the grip on her wrists, as he pulled her close to him, covering their bodies with the duvet, his eyes still looking into hers, as he caressed her cheeks with the back of his palms.

"Sleep now."

He whispered into her ears softly, as he held her close to his body and she wrapped her arms across his waist.

He kept caressing her back, calming her thudding nerves, simultaneously calming the endless rage in his own mind that finally began fading with the feeling that she was safe in his arms, and more than that she was his. 







And with that thought they both finally fell into a satisfying, peaceful slumber.

..

She felt a tingling pain shoot up her lower abdomen as she tried tossing on the bed, still not prepared to open her eyes as she flinched and her brows furrowed in discomfort.

She could hear the chirping of the birds making her well aware that it wasn't night anymore and the sun was already out there, shining bright. Just that its rays couldn't make their way till her eyes. She tried to move but stopped instantaneously as her eyes shot open and the sight in front of her left her dazzled...

Her lips parted as she watched him kiss her right wrist tenderly, his countenance displaying an unusual tinge of concern and disdain, as he softly scanned her other wrist, giving it the same treatment with his lips when finally he lifted his gaze and was surprised to see her wide awake, looking into his eyes.

He immediately left her wrists, keeping them carefully on her sides as he neared her and cupped her right cheek, his eyes and tone reflecting a perpetual wave of concern as he asked,

"Khushi... tum theek ho? (Khushi... are you okay?)"

She couldn't stifle the lone tear that escaped her lash-line and made its way strolling down her cheek, for the very reason that her Arnavji was concerned about her, like always, but it always elated her as he treated her as his invaluable priority, like always.

But Arnav studied that tear wrongly as he felt she was still in pain and he couldn't help but hugged her close to his chest, kissing her hair and caressing her back as he said in a apologetic tone,

"Khushi, I'm sorry.. Please mujhe maaf kar do." (Please forgive me).

She could feel fresh line of butterflies in her stomach at that statement of his, rejoicing every second of her life seeing how much this man loved her, no matter how much he hurt her, but he was the only antidote to all her pain, only light to the tunnel of darkness, only remedy to any of her ailments.1

She slowly pulled out of the hug as she looked deep into his eyes, both of their bodies still wrapped in the white duvet, while he traced her cheeks with his thumb and said,

"I'm so sorry for being so rough, Khushi.. I don't know what had gotten into me. I'm so, so sorry. Are you, are you in pain?"

She denied as she shook her head in negative and he could feel some amount of sanity return back to his mind.

He lifted her wrist slowly from the mattress and brought it closer to his lips, kissing the slightly reddish tinge there from last night, soothing away any pain that came her way.He headed to lift her other wrist when her words stopped him instantaneously,

"Arnavji?"

He looked at her with passion, concern and longing, while he waited for her next words, and she surely didn't make him wait for long.

".. I love you."

He felt a gush of fresh air being led into his lungs as he finally exhaled and only realized that he had held his breath till now as his lips automatically curved into a contended smile at her confession, which always made him feel that it was her first confession to him ever.

He enveloped her in a bone crushing hug as Khushi too couldn't help the smile adoring her face, displaying her obvious elation at being in her favorite embrace.

She pulled out of the hug after some time as she caressed his face with her right hand and slowly brought him closer to her, all the while, looking into his eyes as she finally brushed her lips against his, and he held her gently like a porcelain doll, carefully, extremely cautious not to hurt her after being so animally wild and rough with her last night.

He let her tongue devour him to her heart's content as they both unanimously pulled back from the kiss in search of oxygen and looked longingly at each other.

Without sparing another second Khushi came on top of him as she lowered her husband on the bed trying with all the strength that her petite frame was capable of, while Arnav only looked at her.

Before she could resume her kiss, he only stopped her, as he uttered softly with concern,"No, Khushi. You are still sore, I-"

He was cut short as his feisty wife now became synonymous with the mighty ASR's stubbornness as she shushed him and lowered her lips to kiss him with all her might, not before whispering close to his ear,

"I need to show you too Mr. Raizada, that you are only MINE."



Writer: Smitakshi Guha

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