Chapter Seventy Seven

Arnav and Khushi had only gotten back from Bay Ridge and as soon as Arnav carried her through the threshold of her apartment, Khushi sighed.

"I know we only just got back, but I really wanna be as far away as possible from this place," Khushi huffed.

The corner of Arnav's lips lifted as he walked into their room. He set Khushi down at the foot of the bed and turned her around to unzip her dress.

"I mean seriously, how dare they," Khushi exclaimed.

It was very evident that Khushi was still quite heated from conversation with her parents.

"I mean like... like... what the!"

Arnav couldn't help his chuckle and pulled Khushi's dress over her head, Khushi holding her arms up.

"This isn't funny," she huffed.

"I know, but they way you're flaring up is," he grinned.

Khushi turned around to him. "You should be mad too; they're totally against us getting married so quick."

"I am."

"...but...?"

Arnav placed a kiss on her forehead. "But my fiery angel has got it all under her control," he muttered against her forehead.

Khushi melted in his embrace and wrapped her arms around him, Arnav holding onto her as well.

"This isn't the end of it, is it," Khushi asked.

"Probably not," Arnav sighed before looking down at her. "But whatever comes next, we do it together."

Khushi nodded and Arnav placed another kiss on her forehead.

"Now then, time to get some shut-eye."

Khushi nodded and helped Arnav take off his clothes. After a long flight and the drama earlier, sleep was absolutely necessary.

*~*

Khushi's eyes fluttered open, feeling cuddly and warm. She looked to her right and smiled, gazing away at her sleeping husband. He looked absolutely peaceful and content, and Khushi didn't want to bother him. So slipping out of his hold, Khushi got out of bed and got ready for the day.

As Khushi prepared breakfast, Khushi noticed the clock and saw that it was almost 12.

Poor Arnav, he must be really jet lagged.

It wasn't long later when Khushi was done cooking that Arnav had woken up and joined her. Khushi smiled at him, looking at his half sleep daze and messy hair.

"Good morning husband. Did you decide now was finally the time to join me," she teased.

Arnav gave a lazy smile and went over to her. He hugged her from behind, nuzzling her neck.

"Mm mmm, no - breakfast is ready, go wash up."

"I'm comfy angel."

"And I'm hungry so please, wash up before breakfast gets cold."

"Hmm."

Arnav let go of her and Khushi kissed his cheek. He gave a smile and then left the room to wash up. As he did, Khushi set the breakfast bar and poured some orange juice for the two. It wasn't long till Arnav joined her and they dug in.

"You're not going to work, are you," Khushi asked.

"I don't plan to go to work for the whole week. After all, we did just get married."

"Oh? Is that so? Well that's good for me - turns out my boss just got married too."

"Well, isn't that a good coincidence."

"A very good coinky-dink."

Arnav grinned and Khushi winked at him.

"Someone's in playful mood today," Arnav teased.

Khushi shrugged. "I don't know; maybe its the affect of marriage."

"Hmm, is that so?"

Arnav moved closer and Khushi knew just what to expect. However, just as she was about to kiss him, the doorbell rang.

"What the?"

Arnav looked at Khushi, his eyes filled with humor. "Angel-"

"Don't even," but Arnav continued to grin as Khushi went to the door to check who was there.

"Who is it," she called out.

"Khushi, it's me," she heard Arhat called out.

Both Arnav's and Khushi's face filled with confusion. Khushi glanced back at Arnav, checked to make sure that the t-shirt and sweats she was wearing were decent, and then opened the door, revealing Arhat.

"Good morning," he smiled.

"Good morning Papa," and Khushi hugged him. "Come in."

Khushi led him to the living room, Arhat and Arnav giving each other a hug before sitting down. Arnav and Khushi sat down together, Arhat sitting across from them.

"What brings you here so early Dad," Arnav asked.

"Well, in the heat of how things went yesterday, there was something I forgot to do."

Arhat placed a gift bag in his lap, both Arnav and Khushi only acknowledging it now.

"What is that?"

"A present for Khushi," Arhat smiled.

"Oh Papa, you shouldn't have," Khushi smiled softly.

"Well actually, this was bought a long time ago."

Both Arnav and Khushi looked at him in confusion.

"This isn't just from me, but from Aisha as well."

Arnav's eyes widened. Arhat reached into the bag and removed several boxes of jewelry.

"You see, ever since Arnav was born, Aisha had planned on giving these jewelry to her future daughter in-law. Some of these include jewelry she had worn at our wedding, others we had purchased afterwards. She always looked forward to this day...."

Khushi reached out and lightly squeezed Arhat's hand.

Arhat smiled at her in return. "I am very happy, however, that this day has finally arrived. And I know that wherever she is, Aisha is really happy to have you join our family."

Khushi looked at Arnav and he gave her a soft smile.

"And so, these are for you Khushi," Arhat said, handing her the presents. "May you always be happy and succeed in whatever you do."

"Thank you Papa, thank you very much."

Khushi placed the jewelry aside and hugged Arhat before sitting back down.

"Of course dear. Now, there is something else as well."

Khushi's eyebrows met in the middle.

"You see, now that you're a part of this family, you have the right to know this family's secrets."

"Secrets," Arnav asked. "What secrets?"

Both Arnav and Khushi looked at each other before looking back at Arhat.

"Since you and I haven't had the best relationship Chote, there are some things I never got to tell you. Now that things are better, and Khushi has joined the family, it seems to be the perfect time to do this."

"So what exactly is this secret," Arnav asked.

Arhat looked down at his hands, toying with his ring. "It wasn't so long ago when I told Khushi about my ring."

Khushi glanced at it, watching Arhat toy with it.

"Ever since Aisha first placed it on my finger, I never once took it off. Even when she insisted on getting it cleaned and shine it up a bit, I denied. To this day I've never taken it off, and I never will."

Arhat stared at his ring for a moment, remaining silent, and then cleared his throat. "I know that me marrying Kaushali was one of the biggest reasons that split you and I apart," he said, looking at Arnav.

Arnav nodded his head lightly. "I... the though that you could just replace mom-"

"You know I could never do that-"

"I know that now.... But at the time...."

Arnav looked away and Khushi reached out and held his hand. Arhat nodded in acknowledgement and was silent again for a moment, before he spoke again.

"Well, the truth is... it wasn't really my idea to marry her..."

Both Arnav and Khushi looked at him in confusion.

"...it was hers."

Now Arnav was really confused.

"What do you mean," Khushi asked before Arnav could.

"Khushi, do you remember how I told you of a business rival? The bastard who led to Aisha...."

Khushi didn't need for Arhat to finish the sentence and understood.

"Well Kaushali is his ex-wife."

Both Arnav and Khushi looked at him in shock - and this was only the beginning.

Chapter Seventy Six

Just like that, their little vacation in Rio was over, and it was time to get back to reality. As Nigel drove the newly wedded couple, Khushi gazed out at the city she loved. It amazed her how she had left the city unmarried and slightly upset, and now she was back, married and happy.

However, despite her happiness, Khushi was worried. She could only wonder what the reaction of her brother would be when he would learn about her marriage with Arnav. It was clear from their last encounter that he didn't like Arnav - not that her husband seemed to care.

"Angel..."

Khushi snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Arnav. His thumb was tracing over her fingers and a soft smile played on his lips. Khushi couldn't help her smile and she squeezed his hand back softly, running her thumb over his ring.

"What's going through that pretty head of yours?"

Khushi shook her head. "Nothing like that. Just the same thoughts as before."

Arnav squeezed her hand. "Everything will be alright."

"I hope so."

Khushi glanced back out the window, looking at all of the houses they drove past until they arrived to the Raizada house.

"Ready?"

Khushi nodded, looking back at him. "Ready."

Nigel opened the door for Khushi and she stepped out. Before they had flown back, Arnav had called home and had asked his father to have his sister, Kaushali, Kalavati, as well as Khushi's family, to be over at the house. Khushi was somewhat terrified of this idea, but it was better to tell them all at once than to go through the process repeatedly. 

Especially when there were certain people she just didn't want to see whatsoever.

Arnav rang the doorbell and Khushi gripped his hand. He looked down at her and Khushi looked up at him. Arnav gave her a reassuring smile and placed a kiss on her hand, bringing a small smile to Khushi's lips. She could hear someone approaching the door and she took in a deep breath.

Here we go!

The door opened, revealing Arhat. "Ah! Welcome home!"

Khushi bent down to seek Arhat's blessings, but he stopped her and gave her a hug instead, placing a kiss on her head.

"Welcome to the family," he whispered.

"Thank you Papa."

Arhat turned to his son. "You remember what I told you, yes?"

Arnav frowned, tilting his head. "You know I'll always keep her happy."

Arhat couldn't help his chuckle and he hugged his son, Arnav hugging him back. Seeing the two like this made Khushi absolutely happy! In fact it made her so happy, that she hugged the two, the men not minding at all and enjoying their group hug.

"Come," Arhat said, pulling back. "Everyone's inside and they're all very curious. I don't think I can pull off this charade for much longer," he chuckled.

Arhat led the couple into the living room. As soon as she saw everyone, Khushi couldn't help but to gulp. Anjali was sitting down with her brother, and it was evident that she was still upset with Arnav. Khushi glanced at her brother and saw the way he was glaring at Arnav. It made her wonder if Anjali had told him about their conversation from the other day, or if it was just the hate he had towards her husband.

Sitting on the other sofa were her parents, and it was very clear that they wanted to speak with her, not that she cared nor wanted too. In fact, Khushi didn't even want them here, but it was only because of Arnav that they were.

Across from them, in the armchair, was Kaushali. Curiosity was written all over her face, but as for her daughter, who sat against the arm, was scowling at the couple.

Ugh I really do hate you.

"Well it's about time you two have arrived," Anjali huffed, her eyes on Arnav.

Arnav rolled his eyes. "Get over it Di."

Anjali gaped at him and twitched her lips, turning away.

"Why don't you try speaking to your older sister with some respect," Shyam said.

Oh no he didn't! "How about you keep your nose out of family business," Khushi scowled.

Shyam gaped at her and Arnav smirked, taking Khushi's hand in his and placing a kiss on it. Khushi winked at him and from the corner of her eyes, she saw Kalavati scowl and roll her eyes.

Arhat cleared his throat. "Um, why don't we get to the reason why we're all here."

"Yes, please," Kaushali agreed. "Have you two finally decided on a date? A theme? Do tell, please! I simply can't contain my excitement anymore!"

Khushi could tell her husband was trying hard not to recoil in distaste, so she ran her thumb over his hand to comfort him.

"Well," Anjali pushed on.

Khushi saw curiosity taking over everyone, even her parents. "There's no date."

They all looked at the couple in confusion, except for Kalavati, who had a smirk growing on her face.

Don't roll your eyes, don't roll your eyes!

"What," Kaushali gasped.

"That's right - there's no date, no theme - that is, not as of yet."

Kalavati's smirk dropped and Kaushali was confused.

Anjali looked at them in confusion. "Then...? I mean, I thought the reason why you called us all up was because you guys finally came up with some ideas of your wedding."

"Well the truth is we're no longer in a rush for it."

"Oh? Why is that," Kalavati asked, a faint smirk on her face.

Khushi tried hard to not roll her eyes and she succeeded when she felt Arnav run his thumb over her hand, calming her.

"Because we're not," Arnav simply said.

"Because," Anjali asked. "Chote, marriage isn't a game, you do understand that yes?"

"Okay, seriously Di, enough with the attitude. You don't see Khushi having a problem with what I said, so relax."

"Excuse me?"

"I said what I said, and I stick by it."

"Chote you have no right-"

"Actually I do, and you know I'll always protect you." Arnav turned his eyes on Shyam. "No matter which meathead comes in the way."

Shyam arched his eyebrow at him and Anjali stood up.

"Chote, enough. We can talk about this later."

Arnav kept his eyes on Shyam. "Count on it."

Given Arnav's expression and tone, Shyam knew that Arnav was definitely referring to him. "Oh? Why not just talk about it now," he said, standing up.

Khushi couldn't help but to scoff. "Oh sit back down Bhai."

"Khushi-"

"This is a family matter and you're not family, so please - sit."

"Oh but you are," Kalavati asked, leaning into the couch with a small smirk. "Without a date or anything, I would consider yourself out of this conversation too."

"Actually, no, those things do not stop me from being a part of this conversation."

Khushi looked up at Arnav and he smiled down at her.

"We got married in Rio," Khushi declared.

"What," everyone exclaimed.

Arhat came forward and hugged the two. "That's right, both Chote and Khushi got married in Rio!"

"And you knew," Kaushali asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't I? Especially when he asked for my blessing."

Khushi glanced at Arnav with a smile and he winked back at her.

"And you didn't think to tell me," Anjali exclaimed.

Arnav looked at her. "I couldn't trust that big mouth of yours."

"What," she squealed.

"Who's to know you wouldn't have blurted it out to your boyfriend here?"

"Well I didn't tell him about the proposal when that happened-!"

Anjali bit down on her tongue as Arnav's eyes widened. Khushi's eyes widened and darted between the two.

Oh crap!

"You've been with him since then," Arnav asked, his voice sinisterly low.

Khushi reached over to Arnav, squeezing his hand. 

Arnav looked down at her and searched her eyes. "You knew too, didn't you?"

Khushi nodded. She watched as Arnav's thoughts and emotions played across his face, his free hand clenching into a fist.

"Fucking bastard," Arnav muttered, but everyone had heard him.

"Excuse me," Shyam said, stepping towards him.

Arnav glared at him and Khushi's eyes widened.

"You wanna hate on me? For what?"

Arnav didn't take his eyes off of him.

"If anyone should be calling anyone a bastard, then it should be me calling you that. Who knows what the fuck you've done to my sister-"

Arnav released his hand from Khushi's and in the blink of an eye, his hands were on Shyam, gripping onto his collar.

"Chote," Anjali cried out, running over to them.

"Arnav," Khushi called out, moving to him. "Arnav let him go."

"You think you're worthy of my sister," Arnav hissed. "You're not even worthy of your own sister - not Khushi, nor Payal."

Shyam's eyes widened and he froze. Khushi looked down at the floor, her parents looking at them in shock. All the while, in the back, Kalavati was watching with interest, completely entertained.

"Payal? Who's Payal," Anjali asked.

"Ask your boyfriend," Arnav said, still glaring at Shyam. "Ask him how he lost his sister. Ask him how he's hurt Khushi," and he let go him, his force pushing Shyam back.

"You-"

"Bhai stop," Khushi said, cutting Shyam off. "Whether you like Arnav or not doesn't matter to me - I love him, and that's what does, so deal with it."

"Khushi-"

"Arnav, can we leave please? I just want some peace and sanity."

Arnav nodded and was about to say something, when Garima spoke.

"Khushi, how... I mean getting married so quick-!"

Khushi whipped around to her. "So what? It's my life, my choice, and I married him."

"But-"

"And after all of these years, you don't have a right to say anything to me about my choices. You lost all those rights the moment you held me liable for Payal's death, in fact, all three of you! I had formalities to complete and I did - done."

Khushi reached for Arnav's hand to leave when her father spoke.

"Khushi-"

"Enough! For the love of all things holy, please, just stop! Do not try to intervene with my life and have me in any of your concerns. We are done, this family is done!"

"Khushi how can you say that-?"

"How can I say that? You accused me and claimed me to be Payal's murderer. Both you and mom! No one was by my side and instead accused me of killing her. Yes, I hurt her! Yes, I was the cause of her broken heart that night, but did anyone once think of Akash? For even a moment, did you even think of Akash's liabilities whatsoever? No, not at all! Instead of accusing her real murderer, you accused me!!!"

Everyone was silent. While most were in shock, Arnav looked at Khushi, proud of her bravery.

"You all lost me that night. Not only is Payal dead, but I am dead to you too as well, just as you all are for me."

With that being said, Khushi and Arnav left, everyone looking in their direction in shock.

That is, except for Kalavati, a small smirk appearing on her face.

Interesting... how very, very interesting indeed.

Chapter Seventy Five

With a signature here and another signature there, Arnav and Khushi signed their marriage license and Arnav's lawyer took it with him, heading back to the States. Khushi watched as the boat sped away from the island and she sighed, Arnav wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Penny for your thoughts Mrs. Raizada?"

Khushi smiled. She laid her head back on Arnav's shoulder and sighed. "We're actually married."

"We really are."

Khushi turned to Arnav and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're my husband."

"And you're my wife."

Khushi felt her heart blossom at the sound of hearing him call her his wife. Caressing his face within her hands, Khushi kissed him.

"I love you," she smiled.

"I love you too angel."

Without another word, Arnav swooped Khushi up into his arms and took her up to their room. He placed her down at the foot of the bed and placed a kiss on her lips. "Time to ravish in you wife."

Khushi couldn't help her grin as Arnav brushed away the straps of her dress. "You know, there's going to be a few angry people back home."

"And I care because...?"

Khushi's dress dropped down to the floor and she stepped out of it. "Because they're our friends and family," she said as she began to unbutton his waistcoat and shirt.

"Okay, so?"

"So? Arnav, Di is going to flip out!"

Khushi brushed off his waistcoat and shirt.

"She can be mad all she wants, its too late, we're already married."

Khushi couldn't help her grin. "That we are," and she undid the button and zipper of his pants.

"Now enough on everyone else and let me focus on you, wife."

And with that, Arnav took his wife down onto the bed and made love to her, ravishing away hour after hour, Khushi loving and cherishing every moment of it.

*~*

"What are we going to tell everyone else?"

Khushi was sitting in between Arnav's legs, playing with his fingers.

"The truth."

Khushi looked up at Arnav with a grin. "Well duh, but I feel bad," she pouted.

"Why?"

Khushi turned back around and resumed toying with his fingers. "Di is gonna be pissed when she finds out that our witnesses was the cleaner and the maid."

"Well too bad for her."

Khushi rolled her eyes with a grin. "Sure, whatever. But what about Papa? He was looking forward to being at our wedding."

"He knows."

Khushi's eyes widened in shock. She turned back around and looked up at Arnav. "You told him?"

Arnav nodded. "I called him and asked for his blessings, and to not tell Di until we're back."

"You asked for his blessings," Khushi smiled softly.

Arnav nodded again.

Khushi was so proud of him. She turned around in his hold and gave him a hug, kissing him. "That was very sweet of you Arnav."

"Hmm.... He said I would only have his blessing if I kept you happy - looks I'll have his blessings forever," he smiled.

Khushi grinned, kissing him once more.

"But there is one thing," Arnav said when he broke away from her.

Khushi looked at him with his eyebrows scrunched.

"Your family will find out one way or another."

Khushi looked down - Arnav was right. Once they got home and told Anjali about their marriage, it was guaranteed that she would tell Shyam about this.

"I mean..."

Khushi looked back up at him, her eyes slightly widening. Wait, does Arnav know about the two?

"...they're bound to see it in the newspapers and magazines."

Oh? Oh! Of course!

"I mean once the news breaks out, these tabloids will be hounding us but you look relieved."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Angel," he said in a cautious tone, looking her up and down, "what are you hiding from me?"

Khushi gulped, looking anywhere but at him.

"Well...?"

But Khushi didn't say anything.

"Angel...."

With a sigh, Khushi looked up at him. "Jaan, look, trust me, if I could, I would tell you. But it's not not my secret to tell," she quickly added when Arnav opened his mouth.

Arnav opened his mouth again but then shut it. He was clearly in a state of confusion and Khushi found it absolutely adorable.

"If it's not your secret to tell, then who's is it?"

Khushi's eyes slightly widened. Uh oh!

"Well?"

"Arnav stop, I'm not going to tell you. I already told you-"

"Angel, am I going to have to restrain you and torture you until you tell me?"

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Because you know I will."

Khushi's eyes widened. "What the-? You will not get this information about Di from me through-!"

Khushi instantly bit her lip, cringing."

"Information about Di?"

Crap! "I-"

Arnav got up, grabbing his shirt and boxers, and headed downstairs.

Double crap!

Khushi grabbed her dress, quickly putting it on as she followed after Arnav. Downstairs, there was a study with a computer, and Khushi knew that her husband - husband! - was definitely going to be making contact with the outside world - with his Di in specific.

"Arnav!"

Khushi entered the study, finding Arnav in front of the Mac.

Oh boy! "Arnav-!"

Just as Khushi came around the desk to Arnav, his call went through, showing Anjali's face.

"Chote! How are you? How's Khushi? Dad mentioned that you guys are in Rio, how is it?"

"That's not important right now," Arnav replied. "First you tell me what you and what you're having Khushi hide from me."

Anjali's eyes widened and she noticed Khushi behind Arnav.

"I'm so sorry, it just kind of slipped," Khushi said, looking down.

"It's okay Khushi, he was bound to find out at one point or another."

"Damn right, now tell me what it is," Arnav scowled.

"Uh well... Khushi, you should probably get a good hold on him."

Khushi nodded in agreement and sat down Arnav's lap, Arnav looking at them in confusion. "What the-?"

"Not now," Khushi said, cutting him off.

Anjali let out a heavy sigh. "I didn't want to tell you like this, in fact, I had a whole dinner thing planned out-"

"Just spit it out Di," Arnav huffed.

Anjali rolled his eyes. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder who really is the oldest, you or me?"

Arnav simply scowled at her.

"Okay, okay! For some time now, I've been meaning to tell you something."

"I know - what?"

Anjali gulped. "Um... that I'm dating someone?"

Arnav's eyes widened and so did Khushi's, her eyes darting to Anjali's.

"...and that someone would be Shyam."

Khushi couldn't believe it - her brother and sister in-law were now on official dating terms! Her eyes turned to Arnav, who she thought would be looking at the screen in shock, was actually looking in anger.

Oh no.

"You're dating Shyam," Arnav asked, his voice rather low.

"Yes-"

"Di do you have any idea how bad of a person he is?"

Anjali looked at him wide-eyed. "Chote-!"

"Do you have any idea what kind of pain he's put Khushi through?"

Khushi looked away, fiddling with the buttons of Arnav's shirt.

"Chote he hasn't done anything-"

"Are you kidding me? Di, he's brainwashing you!"

"Chote, enough! There are just some things you don't know!"

"Are you fucking shitting me?!"

"Chote!"

"Wait till we get back, I'm not going to spare that meathead!"

"Arnav!"

Arnav looked down at Khushi.

"He's still my brother," Khushi scowled. "Regardless of what's happened-"

"Khushi, he has hurt you and I have seen the effects myself, let's not forget that."

Khushi looked down.

"I don't like that fucker whatsoever!"

"Well deal with it," Anjali said, turning the couple's attention back on her. "I'm dating him, we're together, and I don't care if my little brother doesn't approve."

"Di-!"

Anjali hung up, ending the video call.

"What the!"

Arnav reached for the mouse to try and call her again, but Khushi stopped him.

"Arnav, don't. She's upset right now, give her a moment."

"Give her a moment to go calling your brother and run over to him? No thanks!"

Arnav tried again, but Khushi stopped him once more.

"Hey, my brother isn't all that bad!"

"Khushi, he gave your number to the person who harassed you and emotionally blackmailed you."

Khushi flinched at his words.

"Tell me how that makes him any good of a person?"

Khushi looked down, placing her hand in her lap. "He didn't know," she nearly whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"He didn't know about the harassment from Akash."

Arnav simply looked at her, thought he looked angry. "Explain."

Khushi glanced up at him and then looked back down at her lap. "At the time, Bhai was coping with his grief by doing drugs and drinking all day. He wasn't really in a state to know what was going on under our own roof."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That-!"

Arnav huffed and looked away, clenching his fist. He wanted to be angry - angry over the fact that Shyam had done an absolutely lousy job of coping with his sister's loss, but who was he to judge? He had turned to sex and weed himself to cope with his mother's loss, how could he say anything about Shyam?

Khushi looked up at him, watching him as his thoughts went through his head, his face scrunching up now and then. "Arnav?"

With a sigh, Arnav shut his eyes. "I understand that because we're married now, he is now my brother in-law... but that doesn't mean that I'm okay with him. Whether he knew the situation or not, he can't be that stupid nor oblivious. Whether he knew or not Khushi, there should have been some ounce of common sense in him that should've stopped him from giving Akash your number, especially after how that scoundrel played both of his sisters."

Khushi had to agree with him - even though Shyam didn't know about the way Akash had misbehaved with her, he still should've had the common sense to not give him her number after everything that had happened.

"If he doesn't have that much sense in him, then I don't care if he's got a degree in aerospace engineering or art, he's a complete idiot and I don't want my sister to be with a guy like that. And I'm sure that if the roles were in reverse, he wouldn't want for you to be involved with a guy like that."

Khushi simply nodded and nuzzled into Arnav. She didn't like the feeling of discomfort this topic was giving her. As if it were a physical thing, Arnav felt it too and didn't like that it was upsetting his wife. They had just gotten married a couple of hours ago, his angel shouldn't be upset.

Without a word, Arnav picked Khushi up and carried her in his arms. He took Khushi back upstairs and laid her in their bed, Arnav laying down beside her.

"It's our wedding day and I'm upsetting you."

Khushi looked up at him. "No, it's not that, just...."

Arnav sighed, taking Khushi's hand in his. "Khushi we're married now, and I don't want anymore secrets between us - at all. So whatever it is that's on your mind, just say it straight out."

Khushi nodded, looking at their joined hands. "Um... I'm just wondering what's gonna happen when we get back home. After what just happened downstairs, things aren't exactly going to play out well when it comes to Di and Bhai."

"Your brother already hates me as it is, not that I care. Although he does seem to think I control you-"

"Arnav..."

Arnav looked down at her.

"Don't. We've been through this already - don't."

Arnav smiled at her softly, melting Khushi's heart. She caressed his cheek in her hand and kissed him.

"Well, it's like I said - I don't care how he feels about me nor what he thinks of me. Besides, it's too late, I've already married his sister anyways."

"That you have," and Khushi kissed him once more.

For a moment, they just laid there, until Khushi broke the silence.

"There's going to be a couple of obstacles to face when we get back, isn't there?"

Arnav sighed. "Yes angel, there will be."

Khushi looked up at him. "But we'll face them together."

Arnav looked down at her and smiled. He took her hand in his and placed a kiss on top of it. "Together, forever."

Chapter Seventy Four

Candles were lit around everywhere and the evening sky surrounded the couple as they relaxed in the jacuzzi.

"Hmm, this feels so good," Khushi sighed.

She was sitting in between Arnav's legs, Arnav having his arms wrapped around her. He placed soft kisses on her head, nuzzling her now and then.

It had been three days since the couple had first arrived. Each day was filled with naughtiness and love, no one to bother them at all.

"I'm sure Bhai has tried to contact me," Khushi said.

"I bet he did."

Hearing Arnav's clipped tone, Khushi looked up at him. "Why do you hate him so much?"

"I didn't hate him before, angel. Now however, after what he did, do I hate him."

Khushi nodded and leaned back into him. "I'm mad at him too. But at the same time," she sighed, "I can't blame him."

"Angel, don't defend him."

"I'm not, it's just.... Back when I was in high school, Bhai was a big pot head. The night my sister passed... Bhai was ridiculously high. I'm sure there's a part of him that's angry with himself for that."

Arnav said nothing; he didn't care how Shyam felt. He simply didn't like him.

Khushi sighed. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Bhai wasn't high that night. Would he have chased her down instead of sending me to get her? Would she have been alive?"

"Don't Khushi. Don't."

Khushi looked up at him.

"You can't keep thinking what could've been if things had happened differently. Remember when I used to wonder if things would have been different had I had loved my mother more or had gone to her earlier than I had? Well you helped me to realize that dwelling in the past is pointless and just not worth it."

Khushi looked down and eased into him.

"All we have is what has already occurred and where we can go from it. Thinking about what could have been will only waste today and tomorrow."

Khushi couldn't help her smile. "You've come a long way Mr. Raizada."

"I guess I have. And it's all thanks to you, sweet angel of mine," and he placed a kiss atop of her head.

Khushi sighed into his hold, nuzzling her head into him. "I love you jaan."

"I love you too baby. Forever."

*~*

The sound of waves awoke Khushi, as it had been for the past few days - well, when it wasn't Arnav, that is. She reached out to her side for Arnav, but her hand found nothing.

Huh?

Khushi got up and glanced around the room. She saw a post-it stuck on the vanity mirror so she went to it. 

Good morning my beautiful angel. Better get dressed :)

Dressed?

Curious, Khushi went to the closet. Unlike the past few days, along with their clothes that they had come here with, hung a white dress. Above it was another post-it. 

Wear me and go downstairs :)

Khushi arched her eyebrow in curiosity. Of all their days here, they hadn't worn any of their clothes at all. But now, all of a sudden, Arnav wanted her to wear a dress? 

What is he up to?

Taking the dress off the hanger, Khushi put it on. It was a strapped, high-low dress, the bodice made of satin and the skirt of chiffon, running with a long train. 

Going back to the bedroom, Khushi looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was rather beautiful and Khushi only wished she had her makeup to give the dress the oomph! it deserved. Unfortunately she didn't but fortunately she had a glow, all thanks to Arnav. 

After toying around with her hair a bit and Khushi had managed to maintain it, she headed downstairs. Arnav was still nowhere to be found, which made her curious. She looked around the house, entering the kitchen. On the island, she found breakfast ready with a post-it beside it. 

Eat me then join me out back :)

Khushi shook her head with a smile. What are you up to jaan?

Khushi's stomach grumbled, seemingly to agree with Arnav's demands. So she dug right into the strawberry crepes, though Khushi was curious where it came from, as Arnav's culinary skills were, well, myeh.

With breakfast complete, Khushi placed the plate in the sink and headed out back. It still amazed Khushi that the backyard wasn't really a backyard, but a private beach. The perimeter went out for miles, leaving it all to just the two of them. 

Brighton beach will never be like this. 

Walking through the sand, barefoot, Khushi looked out for Arnav. Suddenly she felt something soft at her foot and she looked down to see rose petals. 

What the?

Khushi realized that the petals created a path. She looked up to see where it led and saw something, but wasn't quite sure what it was. With curiosity eating away at her, Khushi followed the path. Not long after, columns appeared. Fabrics floated around with the breeze, the petals on the ground swaying. Khushi looked up ahead and saw Arnav, wearing a white button down, khaki colored pants, and a white waistcoat. He looked at her with a smile and reached out for her hand as she got closer. 

"Good morning sweet angel," he smiled. 

"Good morning jaan.... Wanna tell me what you're up to," she asked, glancing around them. 

"Curious," Arnav smirked. 

Khushi nodded.

"Well, you're about to find out."

Khushi looked at him in confusion, but Arnav was looking the other way. She looked in his line of sight and saw a man coming closer to them. 

"Who is that," Khushi asked. 

The man came closer to them and looked at Arnav. "Good morning, Mr. Raizada. I assume this is her?"

"Good morning and yes, this is she."

Khushi looked at the two in confusion. 

"Shall we get started then?"

"Immediately," Arnav grinned. 

Khushi was simply confused. Arnav stepped aside and retrieved a floral crown and placed it on her head. 

"Wow Arnav, this is really cute. But it doesn't explain what you're up to."

"You asked me for something, so I'm giving it to you. Just as I vow to for the rest of my life."

"Meaning?"

Arnav took both her hands in his. "Today, I'm making you all mine."

Khushi gasped, her eyes widening. "You mean...?"

Arnav nodded and looked at the man. "Should I begin?"

"Yes," the man smiled. 

Arnav looked at Khushi. "Khushi, sweet angel of mine - today I vow to you that I will always protect and love you, until the day I die."

Tears formed in Khushi's eyes. "Arnav...."

She couldn't believe this was happening. 

"You came into my world as a light, as a blessing from my mother. I know I haven't always been the perfect nor the easiest man to love. But I promise that I will try - for us, for you, my angel. 

"I will forever cherish you. I will forever love you. And all I want in return is for you to love me and forever be mine."

Khushi reached up and caressed his cheek. "I vow that I will always love you and be yours, until my very last breath."

Arnav smiled and kissed the palm of her hand. The two looked at the man in front of them. 

"Now that the vows have been exchanged, do you, Khushi Kumari Gupta, take Arnav Singh Raizada as your lawfully wedded husband?

Khushi looked into Arnav's eyes. "I do."

"And do you, Arnav Singh Raizada, take Khushi Kumari Gupta as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Arnav said, looking into Khushi's eyes. 

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Khushi couldn't contain herself anymore and threw her arms around Arnav, and kissed him. Arnav kissed her in return, wrapping his arms around her. 

Pulling back slightly, Khushi looked up at Arnav with tear-filled eyes. "I love you Mr. Raizada."

"I love you too, Mrs. Raizada."

Chapter Seventy Three

Khushi's eyes fluttered open and she smiled. Arnav was laying down beside her, gazing at her with a soft smile.

"What," Khushi said softly.

Arnav shook his head. "Nothing, just..." He caressed her cheek and sighed. "My angel."

Khushi smiled and taking hold of his hand, she placed a kiss on his palm. "My jaan. "

Arnav smiled and moved over her, holding her in his arms. Khushi lazily wrapped her arms around him and placed a hand in his hair, toying with it.

"How are you feeling," Arnav muttered into her neck.

"Mm... sore."

Khushi felt him smile against her. Arnav moved down, placing soft kisses before taking her nipple in his mouth. Khushi moaned softly and tugged on his hair, pulling him up.

"You're insatiable," she grinned.

"Well you're divine," and he sealed her lips with his.

"Mm...." Khushi pulled back. "More like hungry," she pouted. 

Arnac chuckled, pulling back and taking Khushi up with him. "Okay angel. First we'll eat and then I get to ravish in you again."

Khushi giggled as Arnav picked her up into his arms. He took he downstairs and into the kitchen. Like the rest of the house, the wooden theme continued, the steely appliance giving it an edge. 

Khushi noticed the time on the oven and her eyes widened. "It's 2 PM already!"

"Huh... I guess so," Arnav shrugged as he placed Khushi on the counter. 

Feeling the cold white marble on her naked body stung, but it was also very much appreciated, soothing her tender flesh. Khushi watched as Arnav went over to the fridge and looked through it. 

"Is there food in the fridge or did you leave that empty too," Khushi teased. 

Arnav frowned at her but his smile was evident. Khushi grinned from end to end and Arnav turned back to see the fridge's contents. 

"I'm surprised you let me sleep in so late."

"Well given that I didn't let you sleep till 5..."

Khushi's cheeks crimsoned. 

"I thought I should let you sleep in."

"But for so long," she said softly. 

Arnav looked back at her and Khushi could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted her and she knew that for the entirety of their trip, he would crave her this way.

"Feed me," she pouted, teasingly.

Arnav rolled his eyes and turned back to the fridge. "I would if there was something I could feed you."

From her view, Khushi could see that the fridge was completely stocked. She got off the counter and joined Arnav's side. There were several things in the fridge, perfect for different recipes. Knowing Arnav, of course he thought there was nothing to really eat.

Grabbing a few things, Khushi set out what she needed on the counter. Arnav watched her in confusion as she placed several ingredients on the counter and looked through the different cabinets.

"What are you doing," he asked.

"Feeding you," she replied, having everything she needed.

"Its my job to feed you," he frowned.

"You can't feed me if you can't cook something up," Khushi teased, cutting and preparing the produce. "Wanna help?"

Arnv sat down on one of the bar stools around the island and placed his chin on his hand. "I think I'll watch."

"Hmm....."

She could see the amusement twinkling in his eyes, along with his desire. Khushi looked down at herself - bare naked with a knife in hand. It made her chuckle, but if it was a show Arnav wanted, then it was a show he would get.

Khushi got right down to work and prepared lunch. Not once did Arnav remove his eyes off of her and Khushi loved it. She could see that he was impressed and she felt really good of herself. Being here alone with just Arnav, with no one to bother, felt really good. Even if they were staying in her apartment, there were still distractions from everyone else around. Here, she could peacefully cook her and Arnav a meal and be in peace. No disruptions - nothing.

"So what exactly is this," Arnav asked as she set their plates.

"It's spicy pan-friend chicken with a honey glaze, corn on the cob, with a tomato salad."

Khushi set his plate and cutlery in front of him. "It looks really good," he said as she sat down beside him.

"I hope it tastes as good as it looks. Try it."

"Angel it's not the first time I'm eating food you have made. I know it will be."

Arnav took his knife and fork and dug in. He moaned in appreciation, shutting his eyes. "Maybe I should give Etta some days off from the kitchen."

Khushi chuckled. "I'm sure she'd get mad about that; she loves your kitchen."

"We'll negotiate. Now then, let me feed you."

The two enjoyed their lunch together, chatting away and feeding each other. Once lunch was complete, Arnav was ready to ravish in her. However, Khushi wanted to make things a little difficult for him and told him to wash the dishes first since she had cooked them a meal. Arnav found it ridiculous and felt like he was 4, but Khushi remained stern (with a smile, of course) and waited for Arnav to finish cleaning the dishes.

As soon as he had, Arnav hauled Khushi right over his shoulder and spanked her. "Bad angel."

"Well if you want me to feed you again, you will clean the dishes."

Hard as she had tried to sound stern, she couldn't help herself but to grin.

Arnav grumbled and entered their room. He tossed her down onto the bed, Khushi grinning up at him as he crawled over her.

Khushi traced her finger along the side of his face. "I know that you want to indulge yourself in me, but unfortunately for you, you can't."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "You really wanna challenge me?"

"No, I know I'll lose. My pills however..."

Arnav's eyebrows shot up.

"...would say different," she smirked.

Arnav looked at her for a moment and then began to chuckle. Khushi was confused, not understanding how this was funny.

"What, you packed condoms instead of clothes," she tried to tease, although she sounded more curious.

He only chuckled and got up. He headed to the closet and got his jacket that he was wearing the day before. From his pocket, he retrieved Khushi's pills, surprising Khushi as he came back to her.

"You took my pills?" She was truly shocked.

"Well I didn't really felt like wearing condoms and like I said angel - no disruptions."

Khushi couldn't believe it and although she tried to frown, she was too humored.

Arnav got her a glass of water and Khushi took her pill. As soon as she placed the glass down, Arnav tackled her down, causing Khushi to erupt in laughter.

He truly was not going to let her go.

Chapter Eight

Arnav carried Khushi upstairs, Khushi keeping her eyes on him. She wondered which room he was going to take her to and was surprised when he entered her new room.

In here?

Arnav walked them over to the bed and laid her down, Khushi looking up at him in confusion.

"You will start getting your lessons tomorrow, but as you haven't had an orgasm in so long and have never known true pleasure, it's only right for you to see what immense pleasure you will be receiving."

Khushi gulped. Immense pleasure? Holy fuck!

Arnav began to crawl over her and Khushi held her breath. His face hovered over hers, Khushi looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You are really, truly beautiful," he murmured with a smile.

Khushi felt her heart melt at his sincerity and the softness of his voice.

"Thank you Sir." Yes! I remembered!

"Good kitten," he grinned.

Arnav ran his hand up along her side and Khushi shuddered. Even though it was a simple touch, it felt oh so good. And when he caressed her cheek, Khushi nuzzled into his hold, letting out a sigh.

"Sweet little kitten," she heard him murmur.

Khushi turned her eyes to his as he gazed down at her. His hand continued to wander along her absentmindedly, when she suddenly felt Arnav move his hand beneath her dress. Khushi gasped an instantly shut her eyes. His fingers traced her thigh, his eyes remaining on her, watching her lose herself to pleasure as his hand wandered high up to the apex of her thighs.

Tortured by pleasure, Khushi tried to clench her legs shut, but Arnav was in the way. Khushi peeked up at him, finding him smirking.

"Oh kitten, you're soaking wet," he said appreciatively. 

She felt his fingers trace her over her panties and she whimpered. They traveled up to the waistband and in just a matter of seconds, his hand traveled underneath and his finger entered her. Khushi gasped as she shut her eyes and tossed her head back, feeling immense pleasure. 

He wasn't kidding!

Arnav hovered over her, his jaw slacking. "You're rather greedy kitten," he groaned. 

Khushi felt her inner muscles clench around his finger again and Arnav groaned. She brought her eyes back up to his, feeling a great desire for him. 

"Shall I make my kitten cum with just my finger," he asked, then curled his finger.

"Ah!" Khushi's body arched into his as her breath faltered. 

"Beautiful rose," she heard him murmur. "You're ready to cum."

It wasn't a question, but Khushi nodded anyways. For a long time, she had only felt this building on her own. For the first time in ages, she wouldn't be behind this feeling and would be sharing it with someone.

Arnav brought his lips closer to hers, only a few millimeters away. "You're blossoming kitten. Shall I let you come," he asked again, reducing his thrusts to slow movements. 

"Yes," Khushi mewled, needing him to increase the pace again. 

A sudden slap met Khushi's femininity, causing Khushi to cry out and arch her back in pleasure. 

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir," Khushi cried out. Holy crap, that felt good!

"Good kitten," and he inserted his finger within her again, this time thrusting into her quickly without stopping. 

Khushi could not stop her cries, gripping onto the sheets beneath her. Her body was ready, she was ready - she needed this. And with one curve of his finger, Khushi came apart, crying out in pleasure as her body arched into Arnav's. Everything became hazy for a moment and when she finally looked up she saw Arnav above her, smirking lightly. 

"Felt good," he asked. 

"Too good... Sir," she breathed. 

Arnav covered her lips with his, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he savored her taste. "If just my finger can do that to you, imagine what else I could do," he murmured on her lips. 

Khushi's eyes widened as her lips parted. He's right! If I felt immense pleasure from just his finger within me, what the hell will happen to me when he's actually inside me?

Khushi watched as Arnav pulled back. He straightened and stood, placing the finger he had within her in his mouth. Intimate as the act was, Khushi could not remove her eyes from his mouth as he took his finger in and sucked on it. 

"Sweet," he said around his finger. 

Khushi couldn't help herself but to bite her lip. She nearly caused it to bleed as she watched Arnav unbutton his shirt and cuffs, and remove it. She found herself unable to look away from his chiseled chest, hard as she tried. 

"See something you like?"

"Yes Sir," Khushi moaned, only to realize seconds later what had come out of her mouth. 

"A blooming rose."

Khushi looked up at him as blush filled her cheeks. Her embarrassment couldn't last for long, however, as Arnav had unbuttoned and undid the zipper of his pants. 

"Come here," he demanded softly.

Blinking at him once, Khushi gulped and crawled across to the end of the bed. Once she was in reach of him, Arnav caressed her cheek and brought her lips to his, entwining their tongues. Khushi moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands go under her dress. 

"Arms up kitten," and Khushi did so, Arnav pulling the dress up from her body and removing it. 

Feeling shy, Khushi wanted to cover her body. But seeing the way he was gazing at her body had her paralyzed, unable to remove her own eyes from his. She watched as he gazed along her body, his hands tracing the invisible path. 

"Such a beautiful rose," he inhaled. 

Khushi blushed, turning her head away. However she quickly looked back as Arnav turned her chin to him. 

"Don't turn those pretty eyes away from me kitten."

With her vocal cords malfunctioning, Khushi simply nodded, gazing up at him. 

"Kiss me."

Khushi's eyes widened. Kiss him? Me? 

Khushi gulped, wishing she had courage within her. With the way he was looking at her, she felt like liquid compared to his solid state. And after the way he had made her feel just mere moments ago, there was no way she could give him such intensity!

"Don't make me ask again kitten."

Pursing her lips, Khushi tilted her face closer to his. Her eyes darted from his eyes and lips, going back and forth. With her lips aligned to his, Khushi willed herself to do as asked, but she hesitated. 

"Don't be afraid, kitten," Arnav cajoled. 

Khushi hummed lightly and with a deep breath, she kissed him. Arnav responded to her kiss, but allowed her to guide him. She kissed him softly at first, placing her hands on his shoulders. But as desire coursed through her, she weaved her fingers through his hair and urged him closer to her, kissing him harder. 

"Does my kitten want me," he said in between kisses. 

Khushi nodded, suddenly feeling very desperate for him. "Please Sir," she breathed. 

She felt him smile against her. "Good girl, you're learning."

Without another word being said, Arnav laid her flat on her back without breaking their connection. Khushi moaned and arched her back, wanting him desperately. 

Oh I'm such a slut! But I want him!

Arnav's hands wandered to her back and he unhooked her bra, brushing it down her arms and tossing it aside. He broke away from her and looked down at her body. Embarrassment took over Khushi again. She wouldn't consider herself quite big when it came to her breasts, feeling somewhat insecure of them. 

Arnav cupped her breasts and kneaded them. "So beautiful," he said appreciatively. 

Khushi's eyes widened. "Really?" She couldn't help the shock in her voice. 

Arnav's eyes met hers. "Kitty's come in all shapes and sizes."

Blush filled her cheeks as she looked away. 

"Roses too," he said quietly. 

Her eyes met his again but quickly drifted shut as he kissed her again. His lips slowly wandered to her neck and down her body. Khushi's hands shot to his hair when he took her breast into his mouth, toying with her nipple. 

"Oh!"

With his hand and mouth at work, Khushi felt her brain spin. Pleasure was taking over her and the thudding of her core was proof of it. 

"Please," Khushi breathed. 

"Does my kitten want my cock?"

Khushi gasped. Hearing such naughty words not only made her skin flush, but increase her desire. "Please Sir," she panted. 

Arnav kissed his way lower and teethed her waist. "Good kitten."

Pulling back, Arnav hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down and Khushi let him slip them away from her being. Once he had tossed it aside, he tugged down at his pants. Khushi watched with anticipation as he pulled down on his pants and his boxers. His erections sprung free, causing Khushi's eyes to widen and gasp involuntarily. 

Oh m- he's huge!

Khushi gulped as he moved over her again. She felt his length at her tummy, teasing her. 

"Blooming rose... do you like what you see kitten," he smirked. 

She could see he was teasing, but it didn't help. She couldn't find her voice at all, so she nodded hesitantly. 

"I'm glad my kitten approves."

What's not to approve? Holy fuck, he's going to rip me in half!

Khushi watched as Arnav reached to her new night stand. Pulling the drawer open, Arnav retrieved a condom, confusing Khushi. 

"Can't help it if I'm a bit optimistic," he shrugged. 

My gosh... he really did want this, didn't he?

Ripping the packet open, Arnav rolled the condom over his length. Khushi eyed his movement as he did, wanting him desperately and quick. 

"Ready," he asked. 

Khushi nodded. She felt his throbbing head at her waiting entrance. With his grip on her legs, he pushed into her. 

Ouch! Oh my fucking holy fuck!!

"Fuck, are you okay kitten," Arnav rasped. 

"Yes, yes, I just need a moment!" Holy fuck, he's ginormous! And he's not even all the way in!

Khushi tried hard to grip onto his back, but they slipped against the sweat. 

Arnav gazed down at her as she adjusted around him. "Ready," he breathed

For the rest? Holy crap! "I'm ready."

Pulling back, Arnav slowly buried himself fully inside her while Khushi gripped onto him tightly, moaning in satisfaction.

"You're mine now, kitten," he grinned.

Khushi could only moan in response, having never felt such pleasure before.

He would make Dhruv scream for the hills!

Arnav began to thrust into her swiftly, causing Khushi's brain to swirl. It was as if every time he thrust into her, he was going to plunge right into her womb, causing her to cry out and grip onto him in absolute pleasure. His lips find hers and covers them, muffling her moans, though not to such an extent.

"Are you going to come," he asked.

Khushi nodded like a bobble-head. "Yes Sir!"

Khushi couldn't believe it - she was about to orgasm again, twice in one night! That too from penetrative sex! It was as if miracles were occurring!

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck," Khushi cried.

Her body arched up as she hit her release, Khushi crying out as she did.

"Fuuuccccccccck," Arnav groaned, thrusting into maniacally before hitting his release.

Khushi's body landed with a thud, feeling Arnav slowly gyrate his hips within her before pulling out of her. Things became a haze for Khushi, her mind clouded from the most outstanding sex and orgasm she had ever had in her life.

"Kitten."

Khushi slowly opened her eyes and looked at Arnav, who smirked at her lightly. She hadn't even noticed when he had gotten up to discard the used condom.

Arnav made his way over to her and sat on the bed, picking her up into his arms and placing her in his lap. he had her rest her head against him and caressed her hair, rocking her slowly.

"Did I hurt you," he asked.

Khushi shook her head since her verbal tactics were still out of order. She snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth coming off of his body.

Arnav chuckled lightly. "Such a kitten."

He placed a kiss over her head and picked her up, taking her into the bathroom. Placing her down on the counter, Khushi watched as Arnav got a wet washcloth and ran it between her legs. She welcomed the wet warmth, placing her hands on Arnav's shoulders.

"This is how it's going to be kitten," Arnav said as he did his handiwork. "You give me pleasure in the way that I desire, and I will give it to you in return and take care of you as well. Understood?"

Khushi looked at him. Even though what they were doing was bizarre to so many people and not normal, nothing about what he had just said seemed so wrong. It was really the wrapped up basis of the way their relationship was going to work.

"I understand," Khushi nodded.

Maybe going outside of the norm was just exactly what she needed.

Chapter Seven

With dinner complete, Arnav led Khushi upstairs. Khushi followed quietly behind, glancing around. She looked at each door they passed and wondered what could be behind each.

Does he hide his sex stuff in one of these rooms? Does anyone else live here? What could he possibly need so many rooms for? Then again, he is loaded.

Khushi cringed at her choice of words and peeked up at Arnav. He hadn't spoken a single word in these short few minutes, which felt like an eternity for Khushi.

Arriving to the end of the hall and turning right, they arrived to the door.

"As of today," Arnav began, "this is your room."

Arnav opened the door for her and Khushi glanced at him before stepping in. He flipped the switch on the wall to the left, bringing the lights to life. Khushi looked around the room; there was a small seating area on the right with an empty bookshelf. On the left was a flat screen mounted on the wall, other gadgets sitting on in their slots on a shelf. Ahead were glass-pane double doors, a bed sitting just beyond it. Khushi walked through those doors, and stood in front of the bed. The headboard was large, cushioned in white. To her left were another pair of double doors, which led out to a large balcony. On the right, a vanity sat in the middle of two entries, the one on the left leading to a walk-in closet, the right leading to the bathroom. Khushi entered the walk-in closet, noting that you could enter the bathroom from here as well. The closet was large and Khushi wondered how little space she would occupy.

I don't have crap to fill this at all, she scoffed lightly to herself.

Going back into the bedroom, Khushi looked at Arnav, who was leaning against the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

Holy....

Khushi crossed her legs, feeling her sex clench. Arnav noticed her reaction, and pushed away from the doorway, moving before her.

"I hope you like it," he said.

Khushi nodded, glancing around everywhere but at it his intense gaze. "It's beautiful."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Sir," Khushi quickly added.

Arnav nodded. "I'll have my men get your things and you can move in today."

"I could do it-"

Arnav stepped closer. "I'd rather have you here."

Khushi leaned against the vanity, clutching onto it. She looked into his hooded eyes, seeing his intent. While her body cried out in agreement, it also trembled. There was no knowing of what this man was capable of - good in bed, that he must be, but still, there was no knowing.

"I-"

"What did I just say," Arnav said slowly.

Khushi gulped, her eyes on his lips. "That your men will get my things... Sir."

"Exactly. Which means...?"

"Uh-"

"You are not going anywhere, but staying right here," Arnav said, moving a little closer.

Khushi's breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened and grip tightened on the vanity. Her chest was against his chest, brushing along it slightly as she breathed heavily.

"Understood," he whispered.

Khushi nodded her head hesitantly. Her body was now on fire, craving to be touched.

"Good," and he moved away.

Khushi sighed at the loss, her body slightly sagging.

"You can do to the room as you like," Arnav let her know as he typed away on his phone. "My men are off to get your things from your hotel room, though I know it isn't too much stuff you had taken when you left your idiot ex boyfriend."

Khushi looked down to the side. "No, there isn't much... Sir." But he already knew that.

Arnav simply hummed, still typing on his phone. Once he was done, he put his phone away in his pocket and looked at Khushi. "Come here,"  he said, holding his hand out to her.

Khushi did as he said and tentatively placed her hand in his. He placed a kiss on top of it then placed his hands on her waist.

"Get some rest," he said. "You've had a few stressful days. Wash up and I'll get you something to change into so you can take a nap. I'll wake you up before dinner."

"It's okay, I'm not that tired... Sir," she quickly added.

Oh I really need to get a hang of this!

"Take a nap," he admonished, and walked away.

Khushi opened her mouth but before she could get words to come out, Arnav had left the room. She glanced around the room, seating herself at the edge of the bed.

And so it really, truly begins.

*~*

Arnav's men did as their boss had demanded and had gone to Khushi's hotel room to get her stuff. They were back with it soon enough, having checked her out of the hotel. They quickly arrived with her belongings, leaving them with Arnav in his study.

Khushi, unlike she had thought, had dozed off to sleep before Arnav came back with a t-shirt and pajama pants for her to change into. The poor girl had simply laid back to stare at the ceiling, but when her thoughts took her to sleep, she didn't even realize. When Arnav came back in and saw her like that, he couldn't help himself but to grin. He had picked her up carefully, hoping to not awaken her, and tucked her under the covers, leaving her be.

A few hours had passed, when Khushi awoke with a jolt. She glanced around before realizing she had fallen asleep. Slowly, she sat up and saw the pair of pajamas Arnav had intended for her.

When did I even fall asleep?

With a stretch, Khushi got up and headed to the bathroom. She went in through the right entry and opened the door, finding a lovely white and black marble bathroom. She made her way to the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror - she really was in need of a fix-up. Khushi noticed on the right that there were various things put out, including a brand new toothbrush.

This is all for me? Well it has to be right? I'm the one staying here so... wow.

Taking the toothbrush out of its packet and placing some toothpaste, Khushi got right down to work. She quickly washed up, and fixed her face and clothes before looking for Arnav.

Khushi walked down the hall tentatively, glancing around at it as she remembered the way down. She arrived to the staircase and made her way downstairs. Not sure of where to look first, Khushi decided to look for Arnav in his study. She found him there, sitting at his desk, working on his laptop. But at the sight of him, she halted.

Oh my gorgeousness!

Khushi couldn't help herself but to bite her lip at the sight of his bulging muscles, defined in his rolled up sleeves. She found herself caught in a trance, unaware of the fact that Arnav was looking at her. It was when he began to rise up from his chair that her eyes finally met his, snapping her from her thoughts. He came towards her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Sleep well," he asked softly.

Khushi shuddered at his touch and the softness of his voice. Even if Dhruv had done such similar acts with her in the past, it had never made her act the way she did now.

Fucking jackhammer!

"Yes," she finally whispered, nuzzling into his hold.

Khushi felt his hand wander to the back of her head as he moved in closer. Her eyes stayed focused on his lips, suddenly feeling desperate to feel them.

He has such an affect on me, holy fuck!

He suddenly gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back. Khushi let out a moan as the slight pain shot through her.

"Yes. What?"

"Yes Sir," Khushi panted, the intensity of his voice turning her into a wanton harlot.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She felt him smirk before he covered her lips with his. Khushi moaned into the kiss, her hands reaching out to grip his shirt. She felt him maneuver his arm under her and he picked her up, placing her against the wall, causing her to gasp. His lips trailed to her neck, working her flesh. Khushi's grip tightened on his shirt feeling immense pleasure.

If he's making me feel like this now, how will he make me feel later?

Arnav pulled back and looked at her, his eyes hooded. Khushi gazed into his, wondering what was going on in that mind of his.

"You will start your lessons tomorrow."

Khushi's eyebrows slightly raised. "Um-"

Arnav pulled her away from the wall and carried her through the house. Khushi simply looked at him as he took her into the kitchen and placed her on the island. He went around and opened the fridge, taking out what he needed to make a sandwich. It made Khushi wonder, so she had to ask.

"Do you know how to cook... Sir?"

"I do. It's something important for one to know."

Khushi couldn't help her scoff and glanced down. When she looked back up at him, she found him with his eyebrow arched high, causing her to gulp.

"Um... well Dhruv never thought that it was important."

"Clearly he's an idiot who's too dependent."

"You could say that again," Khushi muttered, looking away with distaste.

Arnav came around to her and handed her the plate which held the sandwich. "Eat."

Khushi's stomach beat her to her response, grumbling. So she happily obliged and ate it while Arnav made one for himself.

"Tell me about your family," Arnav said.

"Um... my parents live out in the countryside since my father retired, my sister and I staying behind in town. Payal, my sister, lives with her long-time boyfriend Akash and they're ever so romantic."

"And you don't want romance?"

Khushi paused and thought about it. "I thought I had it. Dhruv and I were high school sweethearts so we lived that romantic tale. But once I realized how... how... repetitive everything was, I just couldn't take it! My life revolved around him but... I wanted it to revolve around me sometimes. And we were so... so... normal. Well, if you consider him cheating on me with my coworker normal, then yeah."

"He cheated?"

"Continuously; with that girl. But she can have that fucking jackhammer all she wants," and she twitched her lips.

Arnav's lips crooked up. "Jackhammer? What a unique nickname. How did he earn this title?"

Khushi could see the humor twinkle in his eyes. She couldn't help herself but to smile as well.

"When we would have sex, he was more concerned with himself," she said softly. "I don't even know how many times I've faked an orgasm with him."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Is that so? Tell me, when was the last time you achieved orgasm through sex?"

Blush spread across her face. "Um... I can't remember," she whispered.

Arnav just looked at her for a moment. Khushi tried hard to not look away, but eventually she did. Her face heated from blush, Khushi tucking her hair behind her ear.

"So let me get this clear - you've been with that idiot for so long, even though he hasn't been able to give you an orgasm for lord knows how long?"

Khushi slowly nodded.

Arnav couldn't help but to chuckle. "Well then you're welcome."

"Excuse me?"

He turned his gaze on her and Khushi gasped, seeing the intensity in his eyes. He moved in closer, placing his hand on her thigh. Khushi gulped at the contact, feeling her body hum.

"Since you have agreed to be with me, you will receive nothing but pleasure," he murmured, his face oh so close to hers. "Now unless you misbehave, you will have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm."

Khushi took in a sharp breath, looking into his eyes.

He traced small circles with his finger on her thigh. "Now I was going to wait until tomorrow, but it looks like tonight will be the night instead."

"I don't understand."

A smirk graced his face and Khushi gasped. His carnal intentions were as clear as daylight, Arnav not even trying to hide it.

"N-n-now... S-s-sir?"

Arnav chuckled, looking down at the ground while Khushi looked at him wide eyed. When his eyes met hers once more, she felt her core thud.

"Would you like for me to take you now," he asked, his voice velvet as he moved in closer.

"Yes Sir," she breathed, not even thinking before answering.

"Oh, greedy kitten," he smirked, his head tilted.

Blush spread across Khushi's cheeks as she realized what she had said. Arnav caressed her cheek and tilted her chin up, Khushi's eyes widening.

"You truly do blossom like a rose," he murmured.

Khushi blushed even harder and Arnav placed a kiss on her cheek. Khushi's eyes met his hooded ones immediately, Arnav smirking lightly.

"I wonder how much you will blossom when you're writhing beneath me."

Khushi felt her core thud and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Only one way to find out."

Arnav wrapped her legs around him and picked her up, Khushi entwining her arms around his neck. She looked at him wide eyed as he led them upstairs.

What will he do? Is he going to do the kinky stuff. Whatever it is, I hope I come out of it with the ability to walk.