Chapter 30

When they were about to step into the house, the ding of the elevator drew their attention towards it.

Nimmy came out of the elevator carrying a sleeping Muskaan. He stepped away from Khushi a little and smiled at Nimmy.

Nimmy whispered something in Khushi's ear which made her blush. She took Muskaan from her and went inside with a smile.

Arnav followed his wife after locking the door. Khushi put Muskaan to bed and kissed her forehead.

He leaned onto the door frame folding arms across his chest watching his wife and daughter.

"Khushi..." He called her in low voice which was heavy with desire.

She turned and saw him unfolding his arms and opening it wide. Without thinking twice she got up from the bed and ran into his wide arms and hugged him tight.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of his delicious masculine cologne.

He lowered his face to the crook of her neck and breathed in her perfume hungrily. She hugged him more tightly as his arms wandered all over her back impatiently.

She looked up at him, admiring his handsome face. He was looking older than his age. Where did that young man go ? The one she met in Sheesh Mahal before few years.

The painful events occurred affected him more than she expected. She was also devastated but she had Muskaan with her whereas he was alone. She promised herself not to leave him alone whatever happens in future.

She twined her arms round him and kissed his cheek as he looked at her in confusion what made her turn emotional in a minute.

She was looking gorgeous in the dim night light, desire stirred his blood. His hand reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes breathing heavily as his finger caressed her earlobe making its way towards her lips through her cheek. She gave a little gasp of delight as he pressed her to himself grabbing her by waist. 

Within seconds her saree pooled at her feet. Suddenly becoming aware of his own actions he stopped himself and looked at his sleeping daughter. Khushi understood his concern and without saying anything she switched on the baby monitor mounted on the wall and smiled at him. He reached his daughter's side and put a pillow by her side and tucked her under the blanket properly before turning towards Khushi. He lifted her in his arms and she circled her arms around his neck. Desire flaring on their face as he carried her into the other bedroom. She giggled at his urgency and guided his hands towards the front side showing him the hook was at the front.

The cesarean scar across her abdomen which is dark and long. It's larger than any scar he have, and even if he do get a scar that equals hers, it will never signify as much importance. It was the sign of the sacrifice she did for their baby. If she wanted she could abort their child. No one even himself could blame her if she decided to get rid of their unborn. But she did not do that. Unlike him she was stronger and brave. 

She gave birth to their symbol of love. He was forever grateful to her for bringing their kid to this world. He lifted his head and looked at her apologetically, she smiled at him conveying a silent message - it is okay. 

Unable to hold back herself she pressed her body to his. They both felt the electric shock, forcing their hearts to pound as their bodies came in contact.

His hands and mouth were working all over her.

"I can't wait any more Khushi.. " He whispered

"You don't have to.." She whispered back in his ear giving a small bite there which made him shudder. A wave of unimaginable pleasure coursed through their entire body as they connected to each other in the most intimate way possible.

Contentment consumed their body and soul as they tried to catch their breaths after their coupling. It wasn't wild, but not so gentle yet beautiful.

He hugged her exhausted body to his sweated one. Her skin smelled of their lovemaking, her hair and the sheets of him.

He kissed her forehead and gradually they drifted off to sleep with a content smile on their faces.

Love,

ST