Unfaithful chapter 6

 the Calm after the storm...

-TALK !

He yelled at her…

-Answer my question!

Depressed, Khushi tried to push him, to make him let off her…

But she knew …it’s not possible…

Even if she cried her heart out, she will not avoid answering him…

-I…

-I want the truth!...the whole truth!...I know everything Khushi …so don’t try to lie !

-if you know already everything then why should I talk!...let off me! Leave me, leave my arms!...Listen! I‘m not your wife, anymore we are done!

Arnav anger increases the double with her words…but she was pregnant and he can’t do anything more than pulling her, aggressively, closer to him…looking at her eyes, angrily…  

He said in between his teeth:

-No! We aren’t done! You’re my wife Khushi! Do you understand…my wife!

-you’re hurting me!...let off my hands…

-you’re hurting me more!

Khushi who was fighting to push him, stopped for a while to look at him…yes…he was hurt…he said he knows about everything…she couldn’t believe how?...how?

-…after all those years together! Finally, I discover that I don’t know you at all! Khushi!

She doesn’t know what to say…from where, she should start…

Now…she’s sure…he knows about everything…

He let off her…

-I want to hear the truth from you!

-I don’t think you will believe me!

She said and was about to go…

-yes! I won’t believe you! Still! You go ahead and tell me the truth!

He said, trying to control his anger…he’s ready…ready to listen why she married him?...did she ever loved him? Did she ever care about him????? Thousand and thousand of questions in his head…but all he get is one answer…

Her…in his arms…

*****

Doctor:-I came this morning too, Mr. Raizada and told her, no stress, no tension! She needs rest, for her and for the baby! I want to that she rest in the hospital but you refused it already! It’s ok but no tension…give her all the care needed…I will send a nurse too!

Arnav was totally broken inside…it was difficultly when he thanks the doctor and agreed her words…

Khushi was now sleeping in the guest room…

Before he could enter again to the room and see her…he searches in the kitchen for the whiskey bottle…for the first time, after marrying her, he will drink…he doesn’t want it…but he needs to forget…he needs to calm down…

In a glass, he puts two cubes of ice and whiskey over it…and he drink the first one dry and in one go…second, third one and then it wasn’t enough…he takes the bottle and went to the room…

She was sleeping…the doctor gives her an injection to calm her…

She’s vulnerable…he knows…

He’s guilty…sometimes, he seems to be ready to live with her and to believe her lies…it doesn’t matter if she is his wife only for money…it doesn’t matter…it doesn’t matter…

He sits on the sofa in front of her…

He doesn’t want to hurt her!

She’s the one hurting him…deep inside…he felt that heart bleeding!

But his face is not showing the pain…is showing only the anger…

He’s angry against her but also against himself!

He drinks from the bottle…

The liquid hurts his thorax…it’s burning but it’s so reveling that his mind has find another source of pain now…the heart wanted a pause…

She didn’t like him drinking…she didn’t like…

**** flashbacks: warning: all this flashback has mature content (escape it if you’re under 18 years old)

-what you will order?

-beer!

-no!

-yes!

-No!

-yes!

-juice!

-beer!

-juice!

-beer!

-apple juice, it looks like!

-I hate apple juice!

-good! Then orange juice!

-beer! I can order what I want we are in our honeymoon!

-if you love me, no beer!

-it’s not about love it’s about pleasure!

-Pleasure? I can give you pleasure!

-Oh! Really?!

-even more than you imagine!

-how?

-even in your dream, you will not be able to feel the pleasure I will give you!

He smirks…

-I’m really impressed, Khushi, because two hours back, you was so shy that you don’t want me to see you without the blanket!

She looks at him, so confident:

-that was because…ok! Tell me what do you want and I will do!

He looks at her…

-sure?

She takes a deep breath…

-of course but promise you will not drink!

-promise!

-ok! Tell me!

-I want to taste you!

He looks, naughtily, no shamelessly, at her core…

-are you…? You’re…of course not!

-I knew it!...I will order just a glass of red wine, I like it!

She looks at him…looks to the other side…he’s fixing her…she knows that…any way, he will get what he wants now or after…

In this hotel room where the smell of the beach, could enter to them, by the French windows…

It was so hot and Khushi was wearing a simple white dress…he was wearing only his trousers and was shirtless…

Now that she’s confused…silence dominates the room…

He picked the room’s phone…and was about to dialed the reception number…

She doesn’t know why and how but she stands up…

She takes off her panties but not her dress…just the panties and sites on the bed again…

She gave up…

He smirks…he poses the phone, calmly to his place…

He looks at her…she was red as a tomato…

He doesn’t want it now and that way…he means it but when they will start making love…but now, this situation is turning him on, madly…and she was at the same situation…waiting for him…embarrassed but waiting…

-lay down! (he said hoarsely)

Her heart was beating so fast that she could hear in her ears…but she lies down in the bed…still the dress was covering her…

He comes and separating her legs…he sits in between…looking only at her face, expression, reaction…he wanted to see all that…before seeing something else…

Slowly, he pulled up her dress…

He looks at her there and was about to touch when she moans…she still so sensitive… on edge and so vulnerable…he was about to renounce at his decision to take her like that…but she was waiting and he was burning…

He passes his hand above all her long leg…she was wearing silver anklet…he removes it by one hand and pose a kiss, right on her milky ankle…he separates her legs…she is breathing heavily….he caresses her thighs by his fingertips…he knows that by only doing that she would come…he stops…

-take a deep breath, baby!...it’s nothing…

When he saw she’s a little calmed…

He plunge his face right on her core…he so wanted to smell her…smell her sense…automatically, like by reflection…she tried to close her legs but it was a way to push his head even more closer…he uses his hands to stop…he wants her to look at him…he gives her core a wet kiss that she jerked…he looks at her…her cheeks is burning from what he’s doing…and passion makes her close her eyes tight…holding the bed sheets on her hands…

-look at me!...I won’t continue if you keep your eyes closed!: He said huskily

It works…she opens her eyes slowly like a guilty little girl…but she was definitely, a naughty girl…

-Good girl…don’t even think about closing them…I want you to see…

He knows she’s liking all this…he has the proof before his eyes…she’s wet…agitating her body here and there…he knows he had her…

He starts kissing, licking, teasing, torturing her…and she was moaning, begging him to end the torture…

He ends it but when he has enough of her scent…and when he gets drunk by her nectar…the most soft wine that he never, ever had…

******end of flashbacks

He opens his eyes…and seeing her…

He throws the liquid on the flour…

He’s already drunk…

Drunk and weak…he advances towards her…he poses his head on the level of her tummy…but he doesn’t touch…he doesn’t even try to…he just wanted to be close…close to her…

His love to her hurting him…like a repressed desire…

Behind his powerless, behind the great ASR, he’s that simple man who wanted to love and to be loved in return…he’s that simple man who is hurt, who is lost…

Behind his behavior towards her, there is a part on him which reclaims her and want her…when she’s thinking to end their marriage…he doesn’t think about that a minute…he wanted to punish her, to make her suffer but by his side…he knows he would die if she thinks about getting away from him…she’s his and he’s hers…and they have children: two angels…

He falls asleep…like that…

*****

When she wakes up…she felt his arms around her waist and getting shocked…she opens her eyes…it was morning…but if she moves…she will wake him up…

Smelling the alcohol…she understand, yesterday, he drunk…she hates it but he was like a baby in her arms and she couldn’t reject him…but she knows he will reject her if he wakes up…

When he moves a little…she closed her eyes…pretending, she still sleeping…she felt him tensed…even eyes closed, she felt his anger…he’s angry he spends the night sticking at her…like Armaan does when he’s scared…

Armaan…

He shouldn’t smell the alcohol…he should get a shower, quickly…

His head is killing him…it pains so much…

He looks at her…damn! She awake…he knows when she pretends she’s sleeping!

He gets up…open the window…fresh air enters and the room’s atmosphere gets changed within a second…he hides the bottle in kitchen…

Had a short but efficacy shower…

Brush two times…  

He looks at the bed…she’s covering herself…maybe he should close the window, maybe she’s feeling cold…he closes the window…he uses his perfume…and wears his brown suit…he doesn’t even want to go to office…

He goes towards Armaan's room…

The angel was already awake and playing with his cars…

But when he saw his father…he runs to hug him…

-good morning Arnaf!

-Good morning hero!

-where’s Khusi?

He said when Arnav went with him to the bathroom…

-still sleeping…

Armaan smiles…

-come on! Show me how you brush your teeth!

-first, like Khusi, put this (he show him the toothpaste) for me, on my brus!

Arnav smirks:

-ok!

This is the first time, he assists his boy in bathroom…he usually makes him wear his clothes and feed him…Khushi makes his bath and take care of all the cleaning stuff…actually…even Arnav liked if khushi helps him in his bath…he missed those mornings when he forces her to take the bath with him…or when she helped him wash his hair with the shampoo…and she finished with him in the tub…

-Arnaf! I’m done!

-show me those white teeth!

Armaan smiles and his teeth are all white and shining …

-good boy!...want to do a wee-wee?

-yes but turn to the other side…

Arnav turned and Armaan do his need…

He washes his hands…and he asks his father:

-shower? (he pouted his little lips)

-yes!...take off your clothes!

The little boy looks down…Arnav takes off his vest and pulled up the sleeves of his shirt…he knows he’s goanna be wet bathing his little boy…

But Armaan is not moving…

-come on hero! I’m getting late!

Arnav understand that his son wants his mother…he knows Khushi will be passionate and soft and she wouldn’t tell him to take off his clothes and be fast…he has to invent a story…

-okay! You know that Spiderman loves to take his bath every morning just like you, buddy?

Yes, he starts paying attention and getting off his clothes…

Armaan:-and then?

-then…he uses this kind of shampoo…

This the first time, Arnav does that…

The water temperature was  a problem in itself…

-cho cold Arnaf!....awsh…sho warm…

-sorry…sorry buddy…

He puts the shampoo but he puts so much…

-it hurt my eyj Arnaf!

-sorry baby…

Arnav takes a deep breath when he saw she’s there…

No expression on her face…she doesn’t look at him but stands there and taking the shampoo bottle from his hand…she continues washing Armaan…

Arnav:-you should rest!

Armaan:-Khusi!

Armaan is smiling, reveled his mum is here, now…

Arnav doesn’t move from there…

When she finished with the bath…he picks up Armaan with a towel…

He looks towards her:

-Now!....go back and rest! I will take care of him!

He said angrily but she obeys after kissing Armaan’s forehead!