Luv (Un)Arranged (Luv Shuv #3)

Chapter 27

27

Song: Falak Tak

- Udit Narayan, Mahalaxmi Iyer

Kriti

A weight seemed to have lifted off my chest. Not because everything and everyone just changed after I shared my feelings with Aakar, but because Aakar now knew. I never wanted to carry hurt feelings and other disappointments in my chest. They only festered and created resentment.

Aakar: I love you, jaan

I read the text that he’d sent me when I was at school. And I’d stared at those words like a smitten teenager an embarrassing number of times.

For the past few days, he’d been actively doing his own chores. He still kissed my head when he came home. I still reheated food for him when he was late from work. But he never asked me to fetch water or a pickle while he ate. He simply got up and got it himself.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d gotten to have married Aakar. Not because he’s a perfect human without any faults but because he makes mistakes, and instead of blaming others, he owns up to them. He genuinely makes an effort to change his behavior, and that’s nothing short of gaining my utmost respect.

I was riding the high of reading the lovely text from my husband and things going drastically well at school when I came home. I nodded at Maa and kaki sitting on the couch and made my way upstairs to change out of my clothes when Maa called me and said, “Kriti Beta, Abhi and Karan are in his room. Could you ask them to make chai for us?”

“Sure thing,” I said, and quickly climbed upstairs, remembering the present I got for Abhi and Karan for helping me out.

I went to my room first, freshened up, grabbed the present, and climbed down to the floor below us to head to Abhi’s room.

I knocked on the closed door and opened it, holding the presents in my hand with a flourish. “Surpriiii…”

I came to a sudden halt, which might have lasted a millisecond.

Because I’d shut the door so fast behind me, all the while muttering, “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks, my heart pounding at what I’d accidentally discovered. Something I had no right to find out about my brother-in-law.

Panic clutched at my chest at the consequences of me seeing what I saw.

Abhi kissing Karan.

I ran to the kitchen and started making chai, needing a moment alone to get a grip and try to get my thoughts running again.

Because if I was panicking, I couldn’t imagine the sheer terror coursing through Abhi and Karan at being found out.

Fuck. I was such an idiot.

Who in their right mind did not wait to enter after knocking? Shit.

Guilt sliced through my heart, and I felt the crushing need to apologize to Abhi and Karan. Not just for disrespecting their privacy so thoroughly but also for my panic-induced and horrendously insensitive reaction.

God, they must be absolutely gutted by my reaction. How could my experience of reading so many gay romances betray me like that? Fuck, I was supposed to react like a cool sister totally okay with her brother being gay.

And I was.

I was thrilled and proud and terrified for him. I wanted to support him. But I’d made an absolute mess of the situation by reacting as I did.

I was watching the chai come to a boil in the pot when I heard footsteps behind me.

Turning around, I found a terrified Abhi, his shoulders hunched, his eyes wide with panic, and I didn’t give myself another chance to mess up.

I took a step closer and opened my arms for him, giving him a smile of acceptance and apology all rolled into one.

Abhi didn’t miss a beat, and with a relieved sigh, he fell into my arms even though he was much taller than me.

I rocked him lightly and softly murmured, “I’m so sorry, Abhi. I shouldn’t have barged in like that.”

I felt his nod at the side of my head, and he sighed. I could feel his nerves, and I soothingly ran my hand down his back. “And I’m completely okay with you being gay or bi or pan or demi or however you identify. All I want is for you to be happy with whoever you end up with. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

His shoulders shook in my arms, and his hold on me tightened as I heard his soft sniffles above my head. “Thank you, bhabhi,” he murmured, his voice tearing up.

I slowly pulled out of the hug and looked up at him to find his eyes red-rimmed and his jaw trembling to hold back tears. I quickly rubbed my own eyes to ward off the tears threatening to spill over and met Abhi’s eyes. “You have all my support however you need it. Nothing’s going to change between us. You have nothing to worry about. I’m so happy for you and Karan. To have found something special with your best friend is a dream come true.”

A tear ran down his cheek, and he quickly brushed it off. He gave a light cringe at the mention of Karan. “Umm, we’re not exactly together, bhabhi. We’re still, I don’t know, complicated.”

I nodded, happy that Abhi seemed to be calming down. “Oh, okay. I hope I didn’t make it worse for you guys.”

He shook his head and leaned against the kitchen countertop. “You didn’t. Um, can you do me a favor, bhabhi?”

I quickly nodded, needing to do whatever it took to make Abhi feel at ease. “Anything.”

He ran his hand through his hair, clearly nervous to ask me for the said favor. “Um, what you saw today, would you keep it between us? I’m not ready for anyone to know yet.”

I completely relaxed at that. “Of course, I’ll keep it between us. It’s not my secret to tell. You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.”

Abhi still looked doubtful. “Not even Aakar Bhai?” he asked.

I paused for a second. Not because I was thinking about telling Aakar since I had no right to share something so personal about Abhi without his consent. But I did wonder about his reaction if he found out that I knew something so personal about his brother and I didn’t share it with him. I could only hope he would understand my predicament when Abhi chose to share his story with him.

So I extended my hand for a handshake. “Not even Aakar Bhai,” I promised.

Abhi let out a relieved breath, tension draining from his shoulders and a small smile lifting his face as he clutched my hand with both of his. “Thank you, bhabhi.”

I turned to the now boiling chai and shut the stove off. As I poured the chai into different cups, trying to return to our normalcy, I murmured. “I hope Karan does not feel awkward around me.”

Abhi arranged the cups on a tray. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him you’re cool. He’ll feel awkward for a day or two but then get back to his shy and silent, normal self.”

I chuckled at his description of Karan. While Abhi was an energizer riot bunny, Karan was more silent and reserved, except when he was with Abhi.

My romance-loving heart really, really hoped these two sorted their shit out and started living their happily ever after. Not that it was going to be that easy for them.

We took the chai to the living room and soon got busy with our respective work.

Later in the evening, I was busy correcting the notebooks of my students and checking the clock every two minutes.

It was eleven o’clock on a Saturday night, and Aakar still wasn’t home. I’d called him, and he’d let me know that he was gonna be late, but I…I missed him. It had been a little over two months since we got married, and I still had to pinch myself to believe it really happened.

That I was someone’s wife . No matter how many times Aakar growled that word in my ear while fucking me, it still wasn’t enough.

Just the thought had my core clenching in arousal. Where was your husband when you really needed him?

A very long half an hour passed that had me straining my neck with all the glances toward the main door. I was done correcting all the books and busy making notes for Monday when I heard the main door open.

I glued my eyes to the entrance with a glare, ready to scare or surprise my husband, whichever happened.

The moment he turned around after locking the main door and met my unblinking glare trained on him, he jumped back in shock and fright, his hand clutching his heart. “Damn, baby, you scared me.”

I burst out laughing at the way his back was glued to the main door, still looking at me with fear in his eyes. “That’s what happens when you make your wife wait around for hours. And on a Saturday night.”

Slowly, he shook his head and walked toward me with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, jaan.”

He stepped up against me, clutched my waist, and pulled me closer. He slowly ran his nose along my cheek, brushing his beard against my jaw, sending electric sparks rushing along my body. “How about I make it up to you?”

I ran my hand along his broad chest, loving the way his muscles rippled as he pulled me closer. “As much as I would love for you to make it up to me, aren’t you hungry?”

Brushing his lips at the pulse on my throat, he rumbled, “Oh, I’m starving.”

I giggled, my heart fluttering and bursting at the need in his voice. “I meant food, Aakar.”

He started to drag me toward the stairs. “I ordered some at the office. Now, hurry.”

He clutched my hand in his and rushed me upstairs, both of us laughing and giggling, trying not to wake anyone on our way to our bedroom.

The moment we reached our floor, we were instantly met with a very angry Ria glaring at the phone in her hand, prowling the hallway separating her room and ours. It looked like she was talking on the phone, her AirPods stuck in her ears, and she confirmed it when she raised the phone to her lips and, with clenched teeth, said, “If you weren’t my senior, I would’ve told you to fuck off.”

Aakar stared at her in shock and murmured in my ear, “She already did.”

Ria came and closed Aakar’s gaping mouth with a smirk, winked at me, and looked at her phone with daggers in her eyes. “I don’t care if you think I’m impulsive or loud or direct. I haven’t heard you complaining about my work. And that’s all that matters. You know I would’ve handled that project just fine.”

And I could hear some voice before Ria cut the call on the person’s reply. I was pretty sure I knew who she was talking to.

But before I could ask her anything, she turned her glare to Aakar. He automatically pushed into me as if he feared for his dear life. “Um, everything okay? Who was that?”

Ria pointed her finger at Aakar. “You. I rue the day I agreed to let you ask around for a job for me. Your friend is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.”

“I’m sure he’s not…” I stopped Aakar from finishing his sentence with a quick slap on his back. Clearly, neither of the Mishra brothers could sense Ria’s moods.

She growled in frustration, punched the air a few times, and slammed the door to her bedroom in our face.

Aakar turned to me and muttered, “Zayan is actually a pretty stand-up guy.”

“I heard that.” Ria’s muffled voice scared Aakar and made me chuckle. “And he’s not,” she screamed louder.

Aakar quickly grabbed my waist and pushed me toward our bedroom, locking the door behind us. “Ria’s scary when she’s mad,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair.

That sexy mood had passed, but I couldn’t help but step into Aakar’s arms as he stood leaning against the door.

The moment I laid my head on his shoulder, he pulled me even closer so not even a hair could pass between us. His strong arms, thick corded neck, warm chest, and every inch of my husband brought me a sense of belonging. Belonging to him. His family. His world.

“How was your day?” I whispered in his arms, lightly kissing his neck.

He groaned and moved his arm lower to cup my pajama-clad ass. “As usual. One meeting after the next. Trying to get Abhi to show up every day and get Dad and my uncles up to speed with emerging trends and tech. All in all, a big headache of a day.”

I pressed light kisses to the center of his chest, where the top button of his shirt was open, licking up his scent and making him grind against me. “You know what would make your headache of a day better?”

Aakar clutched my hair in his strong grip and turned my head to face him, his eyes blazing with need. He bent down so his lips brushed my ear and said, “Some cold ice cream and hot maggi.”

“Wh…What?” I asked, completely flabbergasted. Did he not understand where I was going?

He got a teasing twinkle in his eyes as he quickly let go of me. I instantly looked down to confirm the evidence of the mood that I thought we were in, and yep, the evidence was very, very prominent.

I turned back to look into his eyes and raised my eyebrows, gesturing at his pants.

He gave himself a slow stroke with a groan and said, “Jaan, that happens every time you even breathe in my direction. You will get this cock later. But first, let’s go for a drive.”

Before I could argue further, he clutched my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine. “You go change and meet me downstairs. I’ll start the car.”

“But…” Before I could convince him to stay in, he was already gone.

With a sigh and a few mumbled curses, I changed into a pair of loose, high-waisted jeans and a sweatshirt.

Quietly, I climbed down the stairs. It was almost midnight, and I didn’t want to wake anyone. If only Aakar had stayed and listened to me, I would’ve told him that we had some ice cream in the freezer, and I could prepare him the maggi. But no…who wanted to listen to the wife, who, by the way, had been in a total let’s-have-desperate-lose-my-mind-sex mood all night long.

What kind of totally clueless husband…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

Loud shouts from all around me had me falling back down on the last step of the stairs.

Shock had rendered me completely speechless and disoriented.

And when two figures came running to help me up, I very nearly fainted.

Rati and Kartik.

Oh my god. Rati and Kartik were here .

In front of me. My babies. I couldn’t process whether to cry or laugh or faint or jump in joy or shriek in surprise. And I kinda managed to do all at once and must’ve sounded like a braying donkey.

But I didn’t care.

I had both of them in my arms, and we were all jumping around in our little group hug.

And when two sets of arms circled the three of us, and I met the eyes of my father, I instantly burst into tears.

“How? When? Oh god, how?” The questions came flooding out of my mouth as my dad took me in his arms and Maa rubbed my back.

Maa turned to where my husband now stood beside my siblings with a bashful smile and said, “Aakar. He called us and insisted we come for your birthday. And well, he was very persuasive.”

“Not that we needed much persuasion,” Rati piped in, making all of us laugh.

Aakar came toward me, and right in front of everyone, he pulled me into his arms and dropped a kiss on my head. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Gah. He called me baby in front of my mom and dad.

Before I could get the time to blush or hide away, the uncles and aunties parted, and in walked Meera and Abhi with a gigantic cake.

And here came the waterworks. Big fat tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at every smiling face singing “Happy Birthday.”

Aakar clutched my hand and led me to where Meera and Abhi placed the cake on the dining table.

With everyone surrounding me with so much love, I cut the first slice of cake, praying for moments like these to forever stay in our lives. I fed the first piece to Aakar and then to everyone else.

When Maa and the aunties started cutting pieces of cake for everyone, I sidled up to Rati and Kartik and once again hugged them. “God, I missed you guys so much.”

Rati stayed in my arms as we got a little emotional, whereas Kartik kissed my cheek quickly and went to get the cake.

And when Dad came to where Rati and I were talking about my time with my new family, he asked, “Are you happy, beta?”

I thought about my new family, my husband who listened to me and treated me with respect, my brother-in-law who was a bright, shining light of my day, my new mother who treated me like her own daughter, the aunts who loved to gossip with me, and I couldn’t help but smile at my luck. “Yes, Pappa, I’m happy.”

We turned to look at where Maa—as in my mother-in-law—was shouting at Abhi for not distributing the cake pieces properly while Aakar and Ria were arguing about something with their youngest uncle. “Bit loud and chaotic, aren’t they?” Pappa said.

And I smiled. “They’re perfect.”

Aakar

Once the birthday celebrations were over, Kriti’s parents left with Meera and Luke to stay overnight at their place, whereas Rati and Kartik occupied our guest bedroom. The plan was to spend quality time with Kriti’s family and have dinner somewhere nice.

We’d just retired to our room, where Kriti had ordered me to wait for her on the bed. So here I sat, changed into my T-shirt and sweats, as I waited for Kriti to do God knew what in our restroom.

“Kriti, baby, are you okay in there? You’ve been there a while,” I shouted.

“It’s barely been three minutes, Aakar. Give me two minutes,” she shouted back.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through the family WhatsApp group, looking at the photos everyone had shared of the birthday celebrations. Kriti was going to lose it when she saw them.

The sound of the door latch opening had me looking up.

And thank God I did because the sight before me had my phone dropping on my lap.

Walking out of the door, Kriti stood in a sexy-as-fuck black dress wrapped around her body like a present, just for me to unwrap. All my blood rushed so fast down my body, it left me almost dizzy.

She took a step closer to the bed, and my cock jerked, needing to be buried deep inside my wife already.

The dress. The glorious fucking dress. The way it hugged and pushed her tits together had me desperately wanting to bury my face between them and devour her. My body buzzed with a need so electric I was burning from within.

Why was she walking so fucking slow toward me?

Clutching the comforter in my fist, I groaned as her hips swayed in that dress. “Baby, you’re fucking killing me.”

I dragged my eyes lower, lingering on her soft, creamy thighs. My heart pumped louder, stopping at those fuck-me heels that would fucking dig into my ass as I pounded inside her.

I had to squeeze my cock to stop from embarrassing myself as Kriti moved between my legs, my thighs pulling her closer. My hand shook with need as I ran it along her thigh where the dress ended. “My god, woman, you’re so fucking sexy. Where…uh…when did you get this?”

She moved even closer to me so my face was just an inch away from her tits and softly ran her fingers along my brow, making me groan out loud. “Shh…” she whispered, putting a finger on my lips, “we don’t want to wake anyone up. And I got this dress a while back but just didn’t know the right time to put it on. Felt like today was the best time. I wanted to thank you for being so nice and thoughtful and calling my family here to celebrate my birthday.”

I ran my fingers up the back of her thighs as she talked softly, just happy that she was happy. I pressed a quick kiss right at her wrist on the hand that was now caressing my beard. “Of course, jaan.”

And I couldn’t wait a second longer without her in my arms. I pulled her into my lap, with her dress pooling around her ass and my thighs.

The moment she pressed herself into me, I dragged my hands up her thighs, and my arousal kicked in to a maddening desire. “Fuck, baby, you’re not wearing any underwear?”

She moaned as I dragged her over my now-soaking sweatpants. “Did I need to?” the little vixen asked, her eyes shining with delight as she bit her lip to stop her moans.

I squeezed her round ass that fucking overflowed my hands and breathed into her gorgeous tits. “Fuck no.”

The moment I grazed my beard across her round globes, she whimpered and pushed my face into her deeper by the back of my head, riding my clothed cock.

Fuck.

Removing my hand from her ass, I pulled down her dress, and her pebbled nipples popped out. I quickly took one in my mouth and gave it a deep suck, just the way she liked it, making her whimper, pushing herself deeper into my mouth.

My blood ran hot along my veins, needing to be buried in my wife’s soaking pussy. I quickly pushed her on her back on the bed and got rid of my clothes.

She was about to pull her dress off when I got on the bed between her knees and clutched her hands over her head. “The dress stays on, jaan. And these heels, baby. You’re going to wrap your legs around my waist and dig them in my ass as I fuck you. We clear?”

She whimpered, arching off the bed and trying to get her tits in my mouth. “Please, Aakar.”

I pushed her down and pressed a scorching-hot kiss on her mouth, pouring all the simmering need and burning desire into it and rubbing my dripping cock between her thighs, soaking it in her wetness. “Happy birthday, baby. I’m so fucking glad that you agreed to marry me and made me the luckiest fucking man on this planet.”

She shivered as I rutted between her legs, but her eyes went all soft. She clutched my hair and gave me a whisper-soft kiss, making my heart ache. “I love you too, husband. Now fuck me like you mean it.”

My cock throbbed and jerked at her words, my body drowning in the burning hot sensation, the need to push inside her downright maddening.

“Don’t rush me, wife. I’m going to spend the whole night making you come,” I whispered in her ear and pushed my aching cock between her folds, making her whimper.

I grabbed her breast and sucked her nipple. Arching off the bed, she pushed me deeper, moving her hips in tandem with mine.

The harder I sucked, the faster she moved her hips. “Aakar, fuck me, please. I need you inside me,” she moaned, her words coming out in breathy gasps.

And how I burned.

“Come for me, wife. Give this to me, and I’ll push inside you. C’mon, baby.”

With that, I clutched both of her thighs, pushed them up, and started thrusting harder.

The moment she let out a loud whimper, I pushed my palm over her mouth, quieting her. “Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you with my underwear.”

And with her whimpers burning my palm, she jerked violently, squeezing my ass and trying to push me in deeper, as she came on my cock, soaking me with her white-hot pleasure.

I groaned into her tits, muffling my voice as I quickly moved away, trying not to come before pushing myself inside her.

Before she could come down from her high, I flipped her on her stomach and pulled her hips back so she was on her hands and knees. Her round, full ass with her black dress bunched around the waist looked so filthy, so fucking hot, that I was tempted to paint her ass with my cum.

But then she arched her back and moaned my name, and I quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand, went on my knees behind her, bent over her, clutched a handful of her lush hair, and whispered in her ear, “You want this cock in you, don’t you, jaan?”

I pushed myself right at her entrance, dipping into the hot, gushing wetness. “Please, Aakar. I feel so empty. Need you,” she cried.

And I couldn’t wait a second longer. I pushed inside her in one long, slow thrust until my hips met her thighs. I muffled my groan against her shoulder, need coursing through every fiber of my being. “You take me so well, baby,” I said, starting to move slowly after letting her adjust.

She relaxed and arched her back for me and said, “More, Aakar.”

That was all I needed to start thrusting. I loved how wet Kriti got for me. Loved how she squeezed so hard around my cock. Loved how she said my name. Loved how she was all mine. “You’re mine, only mine, aren’t you, jaan?”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her head so our eyes met. Her eyes were dazed with pleasure, but the look in my eyes must’ve been enough for her to whimper, “Yes, all yours. And you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, baby. Only ever yours.”

With that, I pounded into her, my balls so heavy and ready to burst. Her breasts swung with every thrust, making her moan. I quickly put one hand over her mouth and rubbed her pussy with the other. “Come for me, baby. Give me one more.”

I dragged my cock inside her just the way she liked it, rubbing her clit and biting her shoulder. I loved seeing my marks on the parts of her body only I could see. With the next thrust of my cock, she clenched tight around me, whimpering in my palm, squeezing the fuck out of my cock and pulling me right under with her.

My balls tightened to the point of pain, and my orgasm shot through me, electric pleasure racing across every vein of my body. My cock jerked inside her once, twice, and a third time, pulling out a ragged groan from my chest.

I stayed inside her, not wanting to leave my wife’s body. She gently ran her hand along the back of my thigh as I rested on top of her, still panting. “Happy birthday, baby.” I whispered those words along her shoulder, placing light kisses along her skin.

With a whoosh, she dropped down on the bed from her kneeling position, pushing me out. She turned on her back so she could meet my eyes and pulled me forward.

Her lips met mine softly, her tongue danced along mine, and I gently rested my body on hers. “Thank you, Aakar.”

I quickly went to the washroom to clean up and dispose of the condom in the trash. On my way back to the bed, I grabbed Kriti’s present and met her eyes.

She was now sitting up on the bed, naked and well fucked, her eyes glittering with excitement as she saw the gift-wrapped box in my hand.

“You got me a present?” Her words were full of wonder.

I shook my head with a smile. “Of course, I got you a present. What kind of a husband do you think I am?”

The moment I handed her the box, she tore through the wrapping. Her jaw hung open at what she found.

“It’s a brand-new laptop,” she whisper-shrieked. “Oh my god, it’s a brand-new laptop, Aakar. It’s too much.”

“Baby, it’s not much at all. In fact, it’s a downright necessity. Now you can work as much as you want and whenever you want, without needing to borrow it from Abhi.”

Tears pooled in her eyes as she hugged the laptop box. “Thank you.”

I dropped a kiss on her lips, wiping the stray tear. “You’re very welcome. Now, let’s sleep. I’ll get you all set up with your stuff and get it ready for you tomorrow.”

Once she placed it right by her bedside, after giving it a few kisses, she dived into my arms, showering me with a hundred tiny kisses, making me laugh at her cuteness. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I adjusted us so I was holding her in my arms, softly playing with her hair. “Always, Kriti. I know I’d disappointed you by taking you for granted. But you’re my partner. My life partner. And I’m always going to provide for you, treat you with love and respect and equality and everything that will make you feel at home with me.”

Her eyes shone with tears as she ran her hand along my chest. “I love you, Aakar.”

“I love you too, baby.”