How had she got through that flight? She had no idea, but she made it. With Arnav constantly either pulling her hair, or her earrings, he had annoyed the hell out of her and she wondered where did this kiddish behavior all of a sudden come from? Overall, he was a pretty serious man with occasional sarcastic remarks here and there but that was about it. All of a sudden his excitement seemed like he was going to Disneyland rather than on a tropical island or he was just plainly trying to annoy her, which actually kind of worked.

Finally they landed and after going through all sorts of security checks, they made their way to the gates and even thought it was nighttime, the heat and humidity hit them in the face hard. She took in the turquoise waters and white sands as their car zoomed past hotels, small local restaurants that were located along the shore and to say she was mesmerized was an understatement. She had been to places like Mexico and Hawaii before but something about Aruba was pleasantly different or maybe it was just her company...

She looked over at Arnav who was busy texting away on his phone. His brow was furrowed and she wondered how in hell he was going to survive seven days without his laptop, which he had ditched at the office. She asked him if everything was ok, and when he just nodded in response, she turned back around to enjoy the view. A few minutes later Khushi felt a tug on her hand and realized that they had reached their villa. Hand in hand they walked into the place that was going to be their home for the next few days and all Khushi could do was gape at the interiors.

"Moonh band karo Khushi..." she heard Arnav chuckle and realized that her jaw had literally dropped in the process. Giving him a glare, she left his hand and walked around the bed before plopping down on it and stared at the Oceanside through the French windows. With a sigh she half sat and half laid down and finally could feel her body relaxing. Working the full day, two hours at the airport and then an eight hour flight was just a bit too much for her and she closed her eyes in exhaustion. The next second, she felt the bed dip beside her and she opened her eyes to see Arnav leaning over her, smiling.

"Tired?" he asked despite knowing the answer and she barely nodded in response while trying to keep her eyes open now.

"Hungry?" she whispered while her own hand lifted and moved up to his face, slightly caressing the little dent under his eyebrow.

"Hmmm" he mumbled while his hand lifted to her face, caressing her cheekbone and then moving to the area under her eyes, noticing the tiredness.

"Should we order something?" she asked, all the while pushing herself up to go see where they could get food from when he leant a little more over her, blocking her way with his body.

"I don't need food" he whispered as he lowered his face and buried it in the crook of her neck. He shifted his body slightly so that he wasn't crushing her and felt her small hands move up his back, holding onto him. She wasn't sure how long they laid like that on the bed, with their shoes still on and in their work clothes which they both hadn't gotten a chance to change in the chaos. But her groggy mind registered the feel of his lips skimming her neck, while his hands which were under her back, moving lower towards her hips, pulling her closer.

She lightly groaned when she felt his lips move away and the warmth disappear from her neck but he didn't pull away. Gently, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. They stayed like that for a little while, her hands clutching his shirt while his kneaded her back slowly, loosening it up until Arnav moved his head and gently kissed the corner of her mouth. His lips grazed hers while he moved to the other side of her face and placed a kiss on the other corner of her mouth and she just sighed in response. His tenderness sparked something inside of her and before he could move towards the opposite side of her face again, her hand lifted to his nape and she pulled him closer to kiss him.

What started as a sweet gesture soon turned heavy as she fisted her hands in his hair while Arnav shifted restlessly over her, each part of his body touching hers just as intimately as their mouths were clashing. He groaned at her response as she matched his each touch, each nip and how he wished he could just take her right there but somewhere the logic in his brain was still alive and he slowed down. His lips slowly left hers and travelled down her neck to the open area just above her neckline and he pushed the t-shirt down a bit lower, aching to see the creamy skin that lay underneath and she didn't object.

"Just tell me when to stop" he mumbled against her skin and she knew that wasn't going to happen. This was the man, her husband, who gave her life a new meaning and he deserved every right over her and as tired as she was, she wasn't going to deny him anything. He slowly hooked his hands into the straps of her blouse and pulled it down slightly, baring one shoulder and not being able to resist anymore, he pulled it down some more to reveal one swell. His tongue caressed the tight bud and when he took it in his mouth, her slight whimper brought him back to earth. This was not how this was meant to go, he thought bitterly as he realized she was half asleep. Plus, he was Arnav Singh Raizada and as shy as his wife was, he was not going to do any such thing till she opened up to him physically and not until he heard it from her mouth that she wanted him, in every way was he going to show her just how crazy she drove him.

He slowly fixed her shirt up and pressed his lips against her temple, controlling his breathing. He moved the few tendrils of hair from her forehead and waited for her to open her eyes but she never did and he chuckled. Here he was, ready to make love to her while she was slightly snoring away... of course, only Khushi could ruin a moment like this AGAIN, he thought laughingly as he pulled his body off hers and laid down beside her, his own desire evident and at this point, he was glad she was sleeping.

Opening their bags, he pulled out a tank top for her and a pair of shorts. He replaced the pants with the shorts and when the blouse came off, he wondered if she slept with her bra on or not. As far as he could remember, she slept with it on but she always woke up before him so he wasn't sure if she did take it off during the night and then put it back on in the morning. He had heard somewhere that it wasn't good to keep it on at all times but he wasn't sure if that was an old woman's tale. Maybe I'll just leave it on to be on the safe side, he figured otherwise who knew what kind of a bomb she would throw at him in the morning.

After tucking her in bed, he walked over to their bags and decided to put their stuff away as he wasn't anywhere close to sleeping, but that didn't take him long as they barely had brought anything. He moved back to their bed and looked over at Khushi, slightly snoring and a light smiling playing on her lips and he bent forward and kissed her but that didn't work out too good as she scrunched her nose and rubbed her lips, like rubbing the kiss away and he realized his stubble had just prickled her. She turned around and went to sleep the other way when he heard her mumbling something and he moved closer to hear what she was saying.

"bahut see baatein karni hain..."

"phir shopping karenge..."

"no clothes to wear..."

He heard parts of her self-conversation and realized she was actually having a full blown conversation out loud. The last time he had heard her talking was when she was high on drugs and he realized that she must be absolutely out of it to be mumbling things. He laid down beside her and pull her back against his front and buried his face in her hair, like every night. Before he could close his eyes, he heard a distant beeping and realized it was one of their phones however his was on vibrate. Getting up, he looked for her purse and grabbed the phone out of it to see a few emails and a text message. Wondering if it was her parents checking to see if they had arrived, he opened her messages and noticed the message from none other than Karan. His heart stopped for a few seconds and he realized he must have stopped breathing when he felt a strong pressure in his head. Wondering if he should just check it or leave it alone, he decided against it. He put the phone on the night table beside his when he heard it beep another time and this time he decided not to even look at it.

Unexpectedly, he felt something crash inside of him and he wondered what it was. Were they both talking? The last time he had heard anything from her in regards to Karan was about that letter and as much as he knew that she would never do anything to hurt their relationship, something sank inside of him. Maybe it was the feeling that they both had shared something before him? What if Karan was trying to persuade her against him and trying to win her back? Not that she was dumb enough to do anything like that, but we're all human and run based on our emotions. What if his sob story actually got to her?

He laid down beside her and turned her around, all of a sudden feeling the need to look at her and assure himself that she was his. He softly caressed her cheeks and his fingers moved down to her lips and she smiled in her sleep.

"Arnav chodo na..." she mumbled and something about the way she said his name, lighted up his insides again. He waited for a few seconds but when he knew he couldn't take it any longer, he moved forward and pecked her lips and all of a sudden her eyes opened and she was looking right at him.

"What happened?" she whispered, noticing the slight frown and looked around to take in her surroundings. It took her a few seconds to comprehend where she was and when she finally did, she smiled up at him and closed her eyes mumbling something about being on a honeymoon.

"Your phone was ringing Khushi..." he blurt out before he could control himself and she groggily looked up at him and told him to check it. When he didn't move, she opened her eyes and noticed the unsure look in his eyes. All of a sudden, she was fully awake from her nap, and she put her hand forward asking him for her phone. Going straight to the messages, she noticed Karan's name and she looked back at Arnav realizing that he must have seen who messaged her and unknowingly she smiled. Her husband was jealous!

As weird as it may have sounded, his possessiveness kind of made her heart flutter and she inwardly smiled but she also knew he had his reasons for it. Knowing how to put an end to this, she looked up at him again and sat up in bed. Leaning her back against the headboard, she scooted herself closer to him and picked up his arm to put it around herself. Confused, he did as she made him and his heart swelled hearing her next words.

"You know you could have just checked it. But since you didn't, let's check it together" she replied while opening the text but the next second, both their faces dropped.

Screw you, she muttered under her breath and deleted the message within a second. She looked back at Arnav who just stared at her, his eyes ready to bulge out and she laughed.

"What? Do you want to talk to him?" she asked, while moving her phone towards him, still laughing while his expressions remained serious.

"What if it's something important?" he asked and she stared at him, slightly amused.

"Umm, I don't think I have anything to talk to him about. Let alone urgent." she replied while she leaned her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his stomach. Both sat quietly in unison; Arnav wanting to kick his own ass, if possible, for feeling envious whereas Khushi with a sinking feeling in her, wondering if this had anything to do with Shyam. However, not wanting to ruin the mood, she pushed the thoughts aside and made up her mind to deal with all this once they got back home. For now, she just wanted to be with Arnav.

All of a sudden, she looked up at him and sniffed, while he looked at her awkwardly. She sniffed some more around the room and before he could ask her if he stank and if he should go shower, she broke his train of thought.

"Do you smell something burning?" she asked, sniffing again while he looked around and noticed nothing. They hadn't touched a single thing in the place and none of the lights were on either and definitely no candles. Hurriedly, he got up and walked around the whole place, scanning it and opened the French windows to see if the smell was coming from outside, but nothing. As he stood in the room, looking around, he realized he couldn't even smell anything and he looked back at Khushi, who was standing a foot away from the bed now.

"Come here" she told him with the wave of her hand.

"Kuch jalne kee badboo aa rahi hai" she said again and when she said it in Hindi, it finally clicked. In two long strides he was beside her and she shrieked when her feet left the ground and she was lifted in the air.

"Someone's trying to be funny huh" he asked as he plopped down on the bed, with her in his lap.

"And no I was NOT jealous" he clearly stated while she just smirked at him, absolutely amused. When the smirk didn't go away, he waited for a few seconds before throwing her back on the bed while he sat on his knees on top of her.

"Funny huh?" he asked again and then his hands were all over her, tickling her while she begged for mercy, laughing, crying and her screaming voice finally stopped him.

"Stop or I'll pee my pants!" she yelled absolutely out of breath and he stopped realizing what he was doing. She did have a bad bladder and he was quite aware of that because of her frequent trips to the bathroom at home and at work. He quickly pulled her up against him and apologized while she sat trying to control her breathing. When his hold on her loosened, she took the opportunity and pushed him against the bed and took her revenge, tickling him till he begged her to stop. She sat on top of him, laughing like the devil, her evil laugh echoing in the whole place. While she leaned her head back to laugh, he sat up with her in his lap and now she sat straddling him and her laugh disappear in seconds, realizing the intimacy of their position. Her arms looped around his neck, holding herself in place whereas his rested on her lower back, keeping her back straight.

"Kyo hua Khushi?" he asked casually, while she gulped a little nervously literally feeling him harden against her bottom and she closed her eyes in response, too nervous and awkward to look at him. He lifted her up slightly and thinking he was going to let her go, she started to move away when his hold around her waist tightened and he nodded his head in a no. He shifted lightly, adjusting himself and seated her back a little more comfortably while his forehead rested against hers.

"Ok, just a tiny bit jealous..." he whispered and she laughed in response.

"I knew it!" and if she wasn't in his lap, she probably would have done a happy dance but dancing in that position was probably not going to be a good idea. Grinning back at him, she wiggled her eyebrows, trying to embarrass him and when she didn't stop, he cupped her face and kissed her long and hard on the mouth, shutting her up instantly.

"We should go to bed" she mumbled, slight dazed from the assault on her senses and when she felt him not moving away from her, she mistakenly glanced over at the clock- 4 am! It was way past her bedtime!

"What's the rush? We can wake up whenever we want remember? Actually, I think you need to go look up the definition of a honeymoon" he told her, while grabbing his phone. Grabbing it out of his hand, she pulled it away not wanting to see what would pull up if you googled 'what to do on a honeymoon'. Way to dig your own grave...

Slowly distangling herself, she moved away and decided to go to sleep when she realized what she was wearing. What the! She whispered realizing that her clothes had been changed. No wonder she wasn't feeling hot anymore.

"Did you change my clothes?" she asked, knowing the answer but blurting it out anyways.

"No" his answer was instantaneous and she stared at him a little confused.

"Achha? I don't remember changing" she whispered more to herself but let it slide since there was no third person here that would have done it. Taking her right side, she laid down and felt the bed sink on the left side too. Just as tired as she was when they had got here, she was just as awake now. Her thoughts drifted back to Karan's text but she didn't want to think about it.

"Tell me something" she asked turning her face towards him and he looked at her a little stupefied.

"Tell you what?"

"Anything you want... umm how did you get that scar on your eyebrow?" she asked while he looked at her, kind of confused.

"A punch at the bar. We were out watching a hockey game when I said something not too appropriate about the losing hockey team and one of their fans came up to me and punched me without a word. He was then kicked out and banned from the place. Are we going to play 10 questions?"

"Maybe...I can't sleep and you're so boring. I don't know what else we can do..." and as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, she literally could see the words sinking into his brain as he grinned at her mischievously.

"Khushi, this is our honeymoon and trust me baby, there are a lot of other things I can think of right now that we can do rather than playing 10 questions..." he replied absolutely embarrassing her. When she didn't retort anything back, he moved closer to her and his face loomed over hers.

"Want to try something different?" he whispered huskily. She waited with a bated breath, wondering if he would but instead, giving her a sloppy grin, he moved away.

"Actually, we'll start tomorrow. Load up on your sleep tonight because these banked hours will come in handy over the next few days" he winked at her and giving her a slow lazy kiss that practically curled her toes, he moved his body off hers, leaving her feeling all hot and flustered, exactly the same way he had been feeling for the past few months, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

Let me know what you guys think! Have a good weekend everyone!

Pinki