PART-1

Khushi was not in her senses. All of her senses were blocked by indescribable sensations of pleasure given by her husband. All she could do then was just enjoy the moment and savor the feel of him against her closing her eyes in pure ecstasy. This is the only time he gave himself to her, without holding back anything, whole of him. This is the only time she felt complete. 

Arnav was kissing her with so much dominance that she felt like flying. She couldn't help but let him do whatever he wants and she was literally spell bound with this exquisite sensations. His tongue was exploring each and every part of her mouth while his hand moved gently closer to her breasts. 

He continued to kiss her as his hand finally moved over her fullness. When he took one nipple between his fingers and squeezed, Khushi let out an involuntary moan. She felt his lips leaving burning kisses all over her throat, making her arch her body, giving him more expanse of her milky soft skin. He lightly kissed her plump breasts and began to suck gently on her nipple. Khushi wounded her hands through his thick, black hair as she quivered against his mouth. His tongue was like velvet, bringing each nipple to stand erect at his touch. He was kissing the valley between her breasts while his hand exploring her soft mound. He sucked first on one nipple then moved to the other.

She could only do whimpering, moaning in his name. He knew very well how to mould her according to his desires ... according to his body.

Finally after so much delay, Arnav entered into her in one swift motion and both of them were at the peak of satisfaction. First he was roaming slowly inside her. His thick shaft was touching her vargina and stimulates intense pleasure which heated her more up and then started thrusting hardly inside her. She felt him groaning inside her, thrusting hard with full force. After a following of moans, whispers and grasps they both reached to the height of pleasure. After a while a strong wave of pleasure developed in her body as he thrusted into her powerfully making her scream wildly. She felt her vargnia walls hardly clenched around his hard shaft. She held him tightly and throbbing around his shaft, squeezing and clenching. He spurted his hot seeds into her. He threw back his head and yelled too his name echoing in the dark room "OOOHHH KHUSHIII..."

 She felt his weight collapse against her. She wounded her hands around him, her arms cradling him close to her chest. 

After their intense love making session, Arnav was sleeping resting his head on her bosom. But Khushi was fully wake. She was looking at her husband's face. It looked so peaceful, so calm. "He slept like a child" She thought.

Khushi placed her hand through his hair and ran it through and her other hand around his shoulder, holding him close against her. Every day she eagerly waited for the night. The only time he would give himself to her without holding back, show his needs for her in his life. All the time he manhandled her, rebuked her, verbally abused her but at the night he needed her for himself. And she would surrender herself to him to bask in the feeling of being needed in his life like she had been doing every night since past one month after their marriage.  

This one month had taught her a lot about Arnav ... his likes, dislikes and how he possessive about her. Khushi could see that every time he hurt her, the pain she felt it was reflected in his eyes. She knew he didn't want to hurt her but his ASR mind made him do so. 

She knew ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA was not an easy person. She had understood he is a complicated person, not an easy person to handle, in past few months  after felling in his arms in Lucknow. She knew he affected her even from their first meeting.  But she never expected that he would become such a part of her life, very important part. In Diwali, she had realized that he is attracted to her too.

She tilted her head down to look at the man who was sleeping peacefully on her. He had hurt her in this one month, abused her for no mistake of hers. No matter what she knew she never hated him and she could never hate him. She was not even mad at him even when he hurt her because it was either out of his anger or possessiveness or in his pain. She very well knew he regretted hurting her.

She accepted the way he was. She understood his possessive nature, his anger even his pain.

She rested her cheek on his soft hair and shut her eyes to get some sleep.