11-08-2019, 07:01 PM
“Do you regret it, Khoosi?” he asked, praying that the answer for his question is in negative.
“I don’t. But what is the guarantee that she won’t, if she takes this step? Not every man can be Arnav Singh Raizada and my Kuhu cannot be Khushi Gupta, I will make sure she isn’t,” she vowed, intertwining her fingers with Arnav’s free hand.
“You regret separating them, don’t you?” he questioned after a few minutes of pregnant silence as thousands of thoughts crossed their mind.
“I do. I was heartbroken that you lied to me, that I was a revenge plan and I had got to know that I would lose the custody of both the children since you wouldn’t be divorced by the time of delivery so I decided to leave so that I have the custody of at least one child. I hated that contract anyways, how could you ask me to never meet you or the child, Arnav?” she demanded, looking at him with hurt instead of anger floating in his eyes but it was not relief that Arnav felt when he saw lack of anger, instead he had hoped it was fury instead of raw pain in her eyes which seemed to immobilize him and tear him apart.
“Like I said, I was insecure, Khushi. I am sorry for everything. I know you have been hurt terribly by me but I promise that I will heal every wound of yours, make up for everything and hopefully erase every complaint of your parents,” promised Arnav, placing a feathery kiss at her partition and on her fingers intertwined with his, his touch bearing the evidence of adulation, ardor and amour etched into his very soul.
“My parents will come around. They would not want me to feel guilty for long that I caused them pain by my choice and they know that I would want them to take part in my happiness. They love me enough to love you as an extension of me,” she assured, smile playing on her lips at her husband’s ministrations.
Arnav’s heart warmed at the choice of her words - an extension of her - an indication of their oneness.
“Hopefully,” he muttered, a smile mirroring that of Khushi’s curving his lips into a beautiful curve.
“But, were you serious about making up for everything?” she asked, suddenly, looking straight into his eyes while swirls of emotions he had never witnessed in her eyes had begun to form.
“Of course....”
“How about we seal the deal with a kiss and indulge in some making up then? After all, I had seen Arnav Singh Raizada’s passion and now, I want to see his love,” stated Khushi, a sultry smile playing on her slightly twitching lips as she struggled to conceal her laughter.
“Your wish is my command, my lady. But is it what you seek? Of course, we can stop whenever you want,” offered Arnav, his eyes reflecting the same potent hue of love as his wife.
“I don’t. But what is the guarantee that she won’t, if she takes this step? Not every man can be Arnav Singh Raizada and my Kuhu cannot be Khushi Gupta, I will make sure she isn’t,” she vowed, intertwining her fingers with Arnav’s free hand.
“You regret separating them, don’t you?” he questioned after a few minutes of pregnant silence as thousands of thoughts crossed their mind.
“I do. I was heartbroken that you lied to me, that I was a revenge plan and I had got to know that I would lose the custody of both the children since you wouldn’t be divorced by the time of delivery so I decided to leave so that I have the custody of at least one child. I hated that contract anyways, how could you ask me to never meet you or the child, Arnav?” she demanded, looking at him with hurt instead of anger floating in his eyes but it was not relief that Arnav felt when he saw lack of anger, instead he had hoped it was fury instead of raw pain in her eyes which seemed to immobilize him and tear him apart.
“Like I said, I was insecure, Khushi. I am sorry for everything. I know you have been hurt terribly by me but I promise that I will heal every wound of yours, make up for everything and hopefully erase every complaint of your parents,” promised Arnav, placing a feathery kiss at her partition and on her fingers intertwined with his, his touch bearing the evidence of adulation, ardor and amour etched into his very soul.
“My parents will come around. They would not want me to feel guilty for long that I caused them pain by my choice and they know that I would want them to take part in my happiness. They love me enough to love you as an extension of me,” she assured, smile playing on her lips at her husband’s ministrations.
Arnav’s heart warmed at the choice of her words - an extension of her - an indication of their oneness.
“Hopefully,” he muttered, a smile mirroring that of Khushi’s curving his lips into a beautiful curve.
“But, were you serious about making up for everything?” she asked, suddenly, looking straight into his eyes while swirls of emotions he had never witnessed in her eyes had begun to form.
“Of course....”
“How about we seal the deal with a kiss and indulge in some making up then? After all, I had seen Arnav Singh Raizada’s passion and now, I want to see his love,” stated Khushi, a sultry smile playing on her slightly twitching lips as she struggled to conceal her laughter.
“Your wish is my command, my lady. But is it what you seek? Of course, we can stop whenever you want,” offered Arnav, his eyes reflecting the same potent hue of love as his wife.
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