FF : I Feel Everything Part 10 - Envy And Jealousy

Khushi's mind was on Arnav for the whole drive home...

She loved him...

He loved her...

Her face was beaming with a smile as she finally reached home...

As soon as she walked in, everyone's jovial eyes were on her...

Confused at their sudden attention say stuttered..."uh...sorry i am late...I just..."

"There's my Desi Girl!"

Khushi's smile broadened as she realized who was here..."Nanheji!!!!!!!!!!!!"

NK and Khushi were thrilled to see each other...they immediately went to the couch to sit and reminisce...

Anjali and Nani both exchanged glances...

They saw Khushi laughing...

They saw NK giving her his undivided attention...

Anjali started to giggle..."Oh dear...Chote has had Khushi all to himself for months now...I think we may see his jealousy return again..."

"Chote shouldn't be worried...Khushi may be happy to see NK, but her happiness with Chote goes deeper..."

"You are right Nani...I just love to meddle and see the sparks of...whoa..." Anjali stopped as soon as she felt her baby give a big kick...

"Anjali bitiya? What happened...?"

"well, i think this little Hunnybunny is going to be a lot like her mother...as soon as i said 'spark' she gave the biggest kick"...

They laughed heartily...

.....

Arnav had a tough time concentrating at work...

He had to hold another meeting in the conference room and his constant grinning was starting to scare Akash and the other businessmen...

"Sir...?"

Arnav looked up...fully furious now at his absent mindedness...

"WHAT?! Lets finish this...it's getting late..."

.....

Khushi and NK were still talking when Arnav arrived home...

As he walked in, the first thing he heard was his wife's delicious laugh...

But then he saw who had drawn the sound from her...

NK...

Arnav's eyes turned bright emerald with envy and jealousy...

He slammed the door behind him, making Khushi jump...but the second she looked up and saw Arnav, she flew off the couch and ran to him smiling...

Arnav saw her instantly rush to him...his pangs of jealousy subsided slightly on seeing the exhuberance of his beautiful wife...

She threw herself against him, embracing him...

As Arnav scaled his arms around her, his eyes shot up to glare at NK...

NK watched the couple embrace...still gazing intently at Khushi...and seeing Arnav's loaded eyes shoot at him, he briskly dashed out of the room...

Now alone, he spun her around and pushed her back against the door...

Khushi exhaled sharply as his chest pressed against hers...

She closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss...but what she got was something different...

Arnav's voice...as sharp as nails..."what the HELL is NK doing here...?"

Khushi carefully looked up at him...

He was furious.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I said, What is NK doing here!?"

Khushi flinched at the sound of his voice...her own defiance started rising...

She lifted her palms up to his chest and forcefully pushed him off her...

"Why are you talking like that? He's back to see his family!? WE are his family! What are you getting angry at me for?!"

Arnav's breathing hitched as he realized how angrily he'd spoken to her...he took a step towards her again and saw her body nervously twitch away...

Debilitating fear swept through him..."oh my God Khushi, i'm so sorry... "

Her unhappy expression and pouting lips made him ache to appease her...

"No..."... She said firmly ..."for the first time in months...I want you to leave me alone..."

She sidestepped him and hurried away...

Arnav heard her footsteps scurry away from him and then stop suddenly again..."Khushiji?... Chote? Did you see who is here!!! "

Khushi and Arnav both spun around to face Anjali...

Arnav's eyes latched onto Khushi...she was avoiding his gaze...

Fury boiled inside him..."Why is NK here?" he asked angrily

"Chote, what's the matter with you? He's here because he's our family!"

"Nanav...Hey...i'm back!" Nk smiled nervously...

Arnav's self control was wearing thin...

"And we're so happy you are back!? How long will you be staying?" Anjali smiled

"Well, hopefully for awhile...i missed everyone..."

As NK said that, his eyes wandered to Khushi...

Arnav noticed this and his control was about to break...

"Arnavji? Can I please speak to you...NOW..." Khushi grabbed his arm...

They both went upstairs and Arnav shut the door behind them...

"What That!!!" Khushi yelled

Arnav saw her angst and he knew he needed to be honest with her...

"NK wants you! He's ALWAYS wanted you! When he was here last, it took all my energy not to punch him in the face for the times i caught him gazing at you!"

"What!? That's ridiculous!" Khushi scoffed

"Really!!!!...even Di came up to me before we were married and asked if she should try to get you and Nk married!"

Khushi was stunned...

"And i see how happy you are when you're around him, how much he makes you laugh, how you both get along..."

His voice was drowning in worry as he strode towards her..."I...I can't lose you again Khushi..."

"Arnavji...I have never ever thought of Nanheji that way...EVER...how could i when all this time my heart has been only yours! From the first moment! I've told you all of this before! Do you distrust me again!?"

Arnav's patience was dissipating..."Ofcourse not!!!  I do trust you...I don't trust HIM!"

"Lower your voice Mr. Raizada! He is a friend, AND he is family! Now act human and stop it! We're married! He CAN'T have me!"

They now stood inches apart...their passionate fight  was humidifying the air around them...

They hadn't fought for months...

Not a harsh word had been spoken...

And  today...their tempers were in full swing...

"I know he damn well can't have you because I bloody won't let him! And YOU are to stay away from him while he's here!"

"I will not!"

"Khushi i'm warning you..."

They were almost nose to nose...their breathing was irregular...their emotions volatile...

"what!? Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada is threatening me?!"

Khushi let out a throaty laugh, letting her head fall back, exposing the creamy white skin of her neck...

Arnav exploded with desire and rage...

Brutally grabbing her, he slammed his mouth hungrily  to hers.  

Khushi felt fire break out in her body as she matched his ardent kisses with a fierceness of her own, devouring him, arching herself into him with wanton abandon...

He pulled her into his chest and with his mouth, he found her neck, devoured the flesh there before lifting his head so that his lips were against her ear. “I want you,” he said gruffly. “I want you...NOW!”

She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips grazed the curve of her throat.

His hands had started a slow ascent up her rib cage as he drew her earlobe between his teeth, he sought her breasts, finding them, cupping them, rubbing his thumbs across the fabric of her choli.

He could feel her body tense with his touch, he knew she was still mad at him, and that only made his desire burn harder.

His hands moved again, to her hips, gripping her, holding her tightly against his rigid shaft while his tongue dueled wildly with hers.

His mind, his eyes, every orifice, every fiber, was filled with the scent and the feel of her.

He didn’t even realize he was moving her, until they fell hard onto their bed....

He was melting, dangerously aroused, and piteously desperate for her body.

His hand slid from her cheek, fluttered to her collarbone and drifted down over her breast, cupping it in his palm to feel the succulent weight of it.

His mouth, hungry for the taste of her, followed his hand, dipping to her neckline, touching the swell of her breast.

Khushi’s hands splayed against the sheets beneath her, and she arched her back, lifting her breast to him, whimpering softly when his teeth closed around her nipple through the sheer fabric ...

Aware that he was devouring her like a madman, without care to her  clothing or anything but the need to feel her, touch her, be in her, he could not keep his hands from roaming her body, could not stop his mouth from suckling her.

“Arnavji...” she whispered hoarsely. ..

 At last Arnav’s damnable control started to break...  

He made a grunting sound deep in his throat that was more animalistic than human...he moved off her...yanking her to her feet...he practically tore her saree off her, pulled her panties off and threw her back onto the bed...

Rolling on top of her, He pinned her arms above her head.  

Khushi's heart was racing...it was intensely erotic being helplessly trapped beneath her husband's muscular body, captivated by the sexual desire in his eyes...

He ground his hips against hers... Hard. He lifted his head, holding himself victoriously above her. “You make me crazy...!” Arnav snapped hoarsely...

Blood was surging through him like a raging river, ripping through his veins.

He had never desired anyone or anything so completely in his life.

The need to fill her was overpowering him....

He pressed his mouth against hers, thrust his tongue inside, sending them both into the darkness of his oblivion.

The touch of his fingers across her taut nipple undid him, he gripped her wrists tighter above her head.

Her chest was heaving...

Khushi looked up at him with passionate anger in her eyes...

He felt a roar begin deep in his throat while his eyes feasted on her body, awed by how the curvy shape of her formed his desire.

She whimpered breathlessly.

Turned on like a bolt of lightning, Arnav growled as he gripped her wrists with one hand and with his free hand he unbuttoned his pants and  slowly unzipped them.

Khushi was unaware of anything but the wonder of his claiming.

“You belong to me Khushi!”  he snarled as he rested the thick head of his erection in between her drenched legs...

She managed to nod, but she couldn’t verbalize a response.

With a surge of strength, and without warning, he thrust into her... hard,  claiming her.... “You are mine, Khushi....”

Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled her up and across him, lifting her hips, angling her so that he would drag sensuously across the very place that would drive her insane.

Arnav was in complete control...

He thrust into her again, slowly ... dragging the distended purple glans at the head of his shaft across the spongy spot that was made just for a time like this.

Khushi knew that she was made just for him, fashioned to accommodate his male needs and demands.

“yours Arnav...only yours...” she chanted as he drove into her, pushing as deep within her heart as he was into her body.

He grasped her waist with one arm and laid his other hand flat on her belly, steadying her for his rapid penetrations.

They were both panting heavily...he was struggling to hold back...

Khushi began to move, circling to meet each thrust, tightening around him each time he withdrew.

Arnav clenched his teeth...between the swell of her breasts rubbing against his chest, the pout of her lips, and the way her body coiled around him and drew him in, he had no direction or thought in mind but to satisfy her, to reach the very core of her.

His body thrust deeper, faster, and harder into her, angling her legs in a way that he could reach her, pressing his body against her, slipping in and out so fast and hard that Khushi had given up trying to keep pace with him.

She had buried her face in his shoulder, moaning her pleasure, her fingernails sinking into his back.

When he thought he could not take another moment of it, he felt her body contract tightly around him, felt her shudder violently, felt the bite on his shoulder as she tried to muffle the cry of her orgasm.

He lost it. Completely, totally, his life spilling in quick, burning spurts at the end of savage thrusts, until he was numb with exhaustion and contentment.

He slowly lowered himself to her, laying her back to the bed...kissing the arch of her neck and burying his face in her hair as he listenend to her try and regain her breath.

He felt completely, so wholly satisfied.

Khushi reached for his hand, clung to it tightly as she tried breathe steadily...

When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled to his side, gathering her in his arms.

Arnav watched her...she lay with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, her breasts lifting with each saturated breath.

“I love you Arnavji..” Khushi said it like a prayer...

“I am so in love with you... i'm so sorry...I...I just can't lose you again...I...I can't....” he pressed against her ... asserting himself as her protector.

She moaned..."you never will...I always will be...yours..."