Kids, stay away ✋
It's only for oldies above 16 who have no sense of humour and don't understand any fun😝

'Arnavji' She sat down on the recliner and called out his name ever so lovingly, hitting her shoulder lightly to his.

'Hmm?' His reply was not as enthusiastic. His eyes and mind were focused on the laptop screen in front of him.

'The whole family is away. The prakash brothers are on leave. There's nobody at home. We're both completely alone.' She whispered it into his ear, unaware of the effect she was having on him. 'Why don't we spend some good time with each other?'

He shut his laptop in that very moment and looked at her with a smirk.

'Sure.'

'Great. I'll get some popcorn and Jalebis. Let's watch Salmanji's movie.' She jumped up enthusiastically from the recliner, excited about spending some good time with her husband and watching a movie of her favorite Salmanji.

Unlike her, her hubby was least excited about her plans. He should have known Khushi did not define spending time with each other in a way he did.

'Khushi, stop seducing me to watch Salman Khan's movies. You have no idea about seduction at all, do you?' He complained, not pleased at all with her turning him on for a cold shower.

But he did not stay to hear her reply and made his way towards the door with his laptop in his hand.

'I'm going to work in the study. You watch whatever movie you want.'

'No.' She ran behind pouting and pulled him back inside the bedroom. She kept his laptop back on the table and pouted covering his hands in her palms.

'You don't want to watch Salmanji's movie or any movie, okay. Then let's do something else. Let's play some game. It'll be fun.'

He rolled his eyes at her childish suggestion. But then, his mind worked in more mature ways than hers. There were indeed games of his interest.

'Sure. What do you want to play?'

Khushi didn't even doubt his sudden grinning. She was too much into her own world of fun with hubby to notice his intentions.

She left his hands twisting her lips, thinking about possible games which only required two players. She snapped her finger with a gasp and ran out of the room. Arnav frowned still standing there and watched her return with a carrom board and a box containing the disks.

'Let's play carrom.' She was no different than a six years old proudly showing off her collection of barbie dolls to her newly made friends.

Arnav looked at the board and then at his fanatical wife. Sometimes he seriously felt like having married a child rather than a grown up woman. But time to reveal his cards.

'Ok, let's play carrom. But there's a twist.' She frowned looking at him curiously as he stated it.

'What kind of twist? Do you want to play to play professional? Which color do you want then? I'm ok with any. Do you know all the rules?' She asked hopping closer and pointing a finger at him.

'Erm, ya. I know all the rules and we can play however you want.' He brushed her finger off his face. 'But the teeny tiny twist is, just, with each point scored, the other player will have to take off one piece of cloth.'

Her eyes widened and face almost fell to the floor at his outrageous suggestion. She got where he was going to. He just wanted her naked and then get what he wants.

'Arnavji! Why can't we spend some time together without needing a bed?' She stomped her foot on the ground.

'We don't necessarily need a bed. Don't remember all the bathroom sessions? Or the poolside wall, or the recliner, or the office table-' His counting remained incomplete as she put her palm on his mouth.

'Urgh! Laad Governor! Why can't we play like normal people? Didn't you ever play carrom in your childhood? Without having to take off your clothes.'

He placed a peck on her palm before taking it off his mouth. She flared her nostrils with a warning written on her face.

'I'm not playing the kids version. It's either the adult version or nothing at all. I can go to the study and work.' He rolled his shoulder giving her the ultimatum

'Fine. It's your way then.' She gave in with gritted teeth and moved to the bed where she placed the board on the middle of the bed. Setting the disks, she eyed him before shooting the striker and pocketing two black disks in the same net.

'But be warned Raizada. I used to be a champion back then in Lucknow. Not a single person from our neighbourhood could ever defeat me. So I'm afraid you'll be the only one sitting here butt naked after my four strikes only.' She raised her eyebrows at him in satisfaction, pulling out the Ass off her sleeves. He surely wasn't expecting this.

He stared her, shook.

Next he sat on the bed opposite to her and pulling the striker towards his side, pushed it with a flick of his finger.

Her orbs almost jumped out as he pocketed four carrom men at once, two in each pocket of his own sides.

'There go your kurti, lower, bra and panty. Now who's sitting here, butt naked?'

He smirked. She surely wasn't expecting this.

'Did I mention I used to be one heck of a player?' She growled at his show off statement and got off the bed.

'Excuse me, Laad Governor.' He chuckled as she granted him the fakest ever smile.

He observed her as she gathered some things from her dressing table and the cupboard and rushed into the bathroom.

And as she returned, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at that crazy woman who had changed in a suit with a netted overall and covered herself in some extra jewelry.

'Are you going to audition for the role of a bahu in a soap opera?'

He pointed at the pieces of accessories she was wearing. A necklace apart from her Manglasutra, earrings, long set of bangles, rings and of course her dupatta of which she had been devoid earlier.

'You can't just wear hundred things before a game of stripping.' He claimed letting a low laugh escape.

'There's no rule stating that. And if, then you should have told me about it before.' She sat down on the bed looking away stubbornly.

'Fine. Then let's play strip carrom.'

Both gripped the striker at once and shot their heads at each other.

'I'm going first.'

'You may be ASR at your office but not here at home. I'm the boss here!' She slightly raised her voice and head to scare him.

But could she ever scare him? Yes, at times. But this was not one of those times.

'Excuse me?' He glared her while giving her his signature look with a cocked brow.

She hesitated a bit gulping and looked at the striker, stuck in both their hands.

'I'm going first!'

'You aren't.'

'You aren't either.' She flared her nose at him. But then got an idea.

'Let's flip a coin!'

'Ok...you got a coin?'

She sighed in disappointment at her husband. Of course he won't have any coins in his wallet.

She got up and got a coin out of her purse.

'Head or tails?'

'Head.'

She tossed it and smiled wide praying to her DM for the coin to show tail but to her bad luck, head won. And she had to endure that evil smirk of his.

He was to hit the striker but she yelled out loud, 'STOP!'

'What now?' He looked up at her confused.

'Um, we didn't assign the colors yet. Let me make it clear, I take black. You take the white ones. You score only if you hit a white disk. You pocket a black disk, means I get the point. Got it?'

'Ok, got it. Now can I?' He was at the point of almost backing out.

The struggles of playing a strip game with Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada was real.

But even the imagination of her losing and sitting there in nothing but her birth suit was all the encouragement he needed.

And at his first move he pocketed two of the white carrom men making her pout in anger and disappointment.

'Get rid of your dupatta and lower.' He ordered it with a grin of victory set on his face.

'What???' She widened her eyes.

He wants her to take off her pyjama already? No.

'No! You won't get to decide what I shall take off. I'll decide it myself. I'll take off my bangles and necklace.' She cried desperately shaking her head in negative.

'No. Firstly the person who scores the point gets to decide what to take off. Also for your kind of information, jewelry doesn't count as an item of clothes!' He had been waiting to reveal that since she came out dressed as an ancient queen.

'No way. You didn't say that before. Jewelry counts!'

'No Khushi, it doesn't. You're wearing more items of jewelry than there are disks in total! So jewelry doesn't count.' He narrowed his eyes at his determined wife. She was acting as if he's never seen her naked before.

'That's not fair. It's not my fault that there are so less disks. I'm just wearing the basic jewelry all Indian women wear daily.' She tried to reason.

'Oh really? All Indian women wear more jewelry than Deepika Padukone in Padmavati?' He stared her, expecting some dumb answer.

But surprisingly, she didn't hit back this time.

'Fine. Cheat as much you want. You anyway always win by cheating only because you know you can't ever beat me honestly.' She complained while keeping off her dupatta away and got off the bed walking to the dressing table.

'What are you doing now?' He asked bewildered.

'I'm taking off all this. Do you think I'm comfortable all this? This necklace is almost suffocating me.

He smiled just admiring her. She looks so cute when she argues with him and makes that face when she can't win against him.

She returned getting back into her simple sober self and bit her lips as he eyed her to take off her pyjama.

She bent a little trying to hide behind the bed and took it off though reluctantly. Thankfully she was wearing a long frock dress and not her short night suit.

He nodded in denial chuckling as she sat back with her kameez covering her legs and grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes and intentionally shot the striker without pocketing any carrom man. The game had just started and he wanted to enjoy before getting into the real play.

'Ha! That's it? That's your play! Now you see how you lose Mr. Raizada.' She brought the striker to her and shot a black piece into a pocket.

Arnav gladly removed the pullover he was wearing above his shirt and next he got rid of his shirt as she pocketed another black disk.

'Be ready to remove the rest of your clothes. You won't get the striker in your hands again.' She spoke out her over confidence too soon as instead of a black one, it was a white one she shot into a pocket.

'So...according to your rules, I get this point which means you have to get rid of another item of clothing.' He boasted.

She looked away not meeting his eyes and took off the netted overall. Just her kurti remained and she'll be in her undergarments soon.

'Next time, wait before bragging over-confidently.' He suggested while focussing on his target.

And then she had to get rid of her kurti. But she hesitated.

'C'mon Khushi, I'm waiting.' He pulled at the end of her frock.

She nodded but pointed to something behind him. He turned to look at the poolside. The window was open. Even though none was home, she was uncomfortable sitting there half naked with the window open.

He understood her. So he closed and locked the french window before drawing the curtains.

She took it off slowly and instantly covered herself with a pillow which he pulled away right after.

'Nope. That's not allowed.' He shushed her before she could even protest.

He granted himself a complete view of his lady sitting there, clad in a pair of red undergarments which he had gotten for her from one of his trips abroad. Khushi looked down going all red as she was aware of his not-so-saint thoughts with her.

'You changed in this pair just before, didn't you!?' He asked out of nowhere alarming her.

'What? Um, n-no. Why would I?' She stuttered, avoiding an eyelock.

'Because today morning, I saw you taking out your white bra. The ugly one which you wear only when you're having your periods.'

He was very well aware of her undergarments and lingerie for different occasions. Her sexy lingerie and nighties she only wore when he asked her to or when she was herself in mood but wouldn't voice it out. On daily basis she wore the usual pair of undergarments, a padded brassiere with matching panties bought from boutiques because her husband could any time get in mood. It were only those days of the month she would get comfortable in her girly undergarments from some local shops.

She gasped, shocked at his audacity. One would say she must be used to his boldness and become comfortable around him. But Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada still got shocked at all this and blushed like a newly-wedded.

'You aren't having your periods, are you?' He asked uncertain, which she denied turning all tomato again.

'Great. Then let's continue.'

And again he skipped pocketing a disk intentionally to keep up the thrill of the game. He wanted to enjoy the view of her in her lacey undergarments before making her taking those off.

'Your turn.' He offered her the striker and gulped as she bent over to shoot giving him a proper access to her busty cleavage.

'Take off the clothes, Mr.!' She exclaimed smiling, forgetting she was herself half naked.

He then took off the vast and his trousers, remaining in his boxer only. Khushi tried a lot not to look down to see her effect on him though she didn't needed any look for that. Her husband was head over heels in her still as much he was on day one of their marriage, if not even more.

'So, are you continuing or not?' He asked raising his brows.

He knew what she was thinking. If she goals this time, he'll have to take off his boxer and be all naked. He'd lose, she'd win. But she was too shy to make him get rid of the last piece.

But if she doesn't, she knew he was going to have her remove the last items on her body.

She took a breathe once and concentrated on shooting.

Arnav looked at her. She will score it and then exclaim she won. Next she'll try to run into the bathroom. But that's not happening. He's going to make sure.

So as she shot the striker with her finger, he moved the board slightly to shift the aim and instead of a black disk, a white landed inside the pocket.

'That's a score for me. And you decide if bra or panty.' He winked at her.

She was too much into him and his thoughts to notice his cheating. So without protest she unclasped her bra and threw her open hair on her front to cover somewhat of herself.

He let it go through and took his turn. That's it now. He ended the game pocketing first a white one and then a black one.

'Ok. One point for me and one for you which means you have to remove your last piece and I'll take off mine.' He declared and got off the bed.

'But Arnavji...' Khushi looked at him biting her teeth.

'What happened?' He raised his brows at her in question.

'Now neither of us won. We have equal points. The game ended. We can wear our clothes now.'

'Oh don't act so innocent.' He moved to her sitting beside and ran his finger down the length of her thigh.

She pulled them together more than they already were.

'You knew what was coming after the game. Didn't you?' He questioned playfully to which she just hid her face in his chest.

'Well, I guess you need some help and I'll be honored to.' He nuzzled on her hair while his finger ran up the length of her thigh and next she gasped clutching on his arm.

And from here, well, let the couple have some privacy, would ya?😲 You gutter minded people.😝

And to all those kids who read the Shot despite my warning😬, they already taught you how to play strip carrom, now they can't also explain the facts of life to you, you innocent souls! 😜Go do your homework!😤

Next Day

'Arnavji' She smiled over the phone. 'Did you have your lunch?'

'Yes, I had. You called to ask that?' He chuckled at his adorable wife.

'Erm...actually...I, I enjoyed our game last night and...' She played with the edge of her dupatta, blushing idiotically though there was none in the room.

'...And?'

'So I got a deck of cards. You know how to play cards?' She giggled trying to hide her shyness beneath her laugh.

'You bet I know! See you tonight, Mrs. Raizada.'

And as soon the call was cut, both just wanted nothing but for the day to pass as soon as possible.

...so, who is in mood for a session of strip carrom?😂😂😂