Chapter Twenty Nine

A few days passed after Khushi's revelation with Anjali. Each night, Arnav and Khushi would make love, holding each other in their arms, losing themselves to the other.

Arnav was at the office, sitting high above the city in his room. He had just finished some files on a current deal the company was making. Arnav leaned back in his chair and looked up at the high ceiling. It had hit him earlier that for the past few days, he hadn't been having any more of those nightmares. In fact, he was much more relaxed, something he hadn't been for a while. In fact, these past few days, he was sleeping like a baby.

He had also realized that he and Khushi were better than they had been for a while.

Arnav shut his eyes and thought back to the night before.

*Flashback*

*SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT*
"Arnav," Khushi moaned.

Arnav nuzzled the side of Khushi's face as he thrust. He held Khushi tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her body close to his. He could feel Khushi scratching his back, little bits of pain occurring. He knew that there were small faint scratches with blood seeping, but that wasn't going to stop him. He would pleasure her, no matter what, and he would do it to their satisfaction

Khushi shut her eyes and tossed her head back. "Arnav," she moaned.

Arnav kissed Khushi's throat, nuzzling it as well. He caught her lower lip with his teeth and pulled on it, causing Khushi to look back at him. He kissed her, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. Moving his hands up, Arnav cupped Khushi's head in his hands. He was about to drive Khushi crazy, so he moved up, leveling eye-to-eye, and began to thrust with all his might. Khushi gasped as she felt him slap onto her. Khushi's grip on Arnav's shoulders tightened, and Arnav knew it would leave marks, but he didn't care. He full-on thrusted deep into her, making Khushi cry out and clasp on tightly. Within seconds, both arrived to their brink and all sanity was lost as both screamed in deep passion, crying out the other's name as they collapsed.

Arnav looked up at Khushi and saw her smiling lightly at him. Arnav kissed her softly on her lips, making Khushi's smile become bigger.

Arnav, too, couldn't help himself, but to smile.

*End of Flashback*

Arnav liked how things were at the moment. He had this feeling going on within him, but he just couldn't figure out what it was. And the strangest thing of all was how his heart would act - it would beat fast, going:

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

But Arnav didn't understand why. He had never had these feelings before and it was pretty strange to him. He wondered if something was wrong with him, but the thing is, it only happened around Khushi. But why? And what is it? What's the reason?

Arnav's phone began to ring, snapping Arnav out of his reverie. He looked at it and saw that it was Anjali calling. 

Arnav took the call. "Hey Di."

"Hi Chote," she said softly with a low voice.

"Is everything okay," he asked, curious as to why his sister wasn't sounding like her usual bubbly self. 

"Yeah, everything's fine. How about you?"

"I'm good."

"... and Khushi?"

Arnav heard the nervousness in her voice. "She's fine. ... Why?"

"Um," she paused for a moment, "... you two are still together... right?"

"Yeah, but you didn't answer my question."

"Chote, please don't get mad-"

"Di, answer my question."

"Chote, I really trust her so I-"

"Answer. My. Question. Di."

Tears formed in Anjali's eyes and she regretted calling him in the first place. She didn't want to, but she had to know if things were okay between the two. She knew her Chote well enough and knew that even if something were to happen, he never would've told her. Not her, not to anyone.

Anjali took a deep breath. "I told Khushi everything."

Arnav's eyes widened. "What," he breathed.

"I told Khushi everything... about your nightmares, Ma-"

But Arnav didn't want to hear anymore, so he hung up on her. Anjali looked at her phone and couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She was in trouble, she knew it, but she had gotten Khushi in bigger trouble, and she couldn't help but to blame herself.

"What have I done," Anjali cried.

*~*

Khushi stood in the kitchen, making dinner. She had asked Etta to let her cook for the evening, and Etta had agreed, although she didn't feel comfortable, since it is her job to cook. Khushi had told her it was okay and that she'd tell Arnav. So Khushi had taken over the kitchen and she made dinner for the two. It was around 8:30 when Arnav had come home. Khushi had just gotten a bottle of wine from the wine cellar, Pinot Grigio to be exact, and she was feeling really bubbly. 

Why wouldn't she be after the spectacular night they spent ;-) The past few days were giving Khushi some hope that maybe, just maybe, Arnav might be returning to the ways he used to be. Just maybe. Even if it wasn't fully what he was, it was still good enough for Khushi.

Arnav came walking in, all suited up, his tie loosened, with the top two buttons undone. Khushi felt her insides melt and had to hold onto the island to support her so that she didn't collapse.

Khushi beamed at Arnav. "I made dinner! Your wish of me being your wench has come true," she teased.

Khushi got out two flute glasses and placed them down. 

"I even chose out the wine," she winked. "I went on Mr. Google to figure out what's what and what not, and decided to go with this," she said, holding up the bottle.

As Khushi poured the wine, Arnav just looked at her, just like he was doing all this time. His gaze did not drop from her once, nor did he even blink. The fact that she was in a cute black dress with lace sleeves, was most definitely not on his mind, because he had other things to deal with, other than her long, milky legs being on display and calling out to him, asking for his touch.

Arnav slowly walked over to Khushi, his gaze not falling for a moment. He walked around the island and just as Khushi finished pouring the wine, he had reached her. But as Khushi turned to face him, Arnav swept his arms out, throwing the glasses, the glasses falling and breaking into pieces. Khushi gaped at the glass and then looked at Arnav.

"Arnav what-"

"Why did you ask Di about everything," he asked in a cold voice.

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "What-"

"Why did you ask Di about the nightmares," Arnav roared.

Khushi flinched and her eyes widened. "I-I-I-I was curious and c-c-concerned and-"

"Do you think that I'm weak," Arnav hissed. "Now that you have answers from Di and what not."

"No! ...I only asked because I care-"

Arnav roughly pushed Khushi back against the island, making her shriek out in pain.

"Arnav stop! You're hurting me-"

"I don't give a fucking crap!!" Arnav pointed his finger at her. "Don't ever try to get involved with my life!!! You're no one to me so stay the fuck out of my life!!!"

Khushi froze. She felt her heart break and shatter into millions of pieces. She couldn't believe what she had heard. Tears formed in her eyes and came flowing down. Feeling completely broken, Khushi pushed Arnav out of the way and ran out of the kitchen crying, running upstairs into her old room on the middle floor and slammed the door shut, locking it. She went running to the corner of the room and sat there and cried, feeling her heart ache with a pain that was immense and indescribable. Khushi couldn't believe that the man she truly loved had actually said that she was nothing to him.

She felt completely empty and broken.

*~*

Half an hour or so had passed and Arnav was still in the kitchen. He hadn't even realized the time that had passed, but he just stood there fuming, slowly calming down as the minutes passed. He was lost in thought when his phone had buzzed and snapped him out of his reverie and he looked at his phone. It was an e-mail, but he was going to check it later. 

Arnav walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs. He noticed that all the other bedroom doors were opened, except for one. Going towards it, he knocked on the door.

"Khushi? Khushi are you in there?"

Nothing. Not a sound came out.

Arnav knocked louder this time. "Khushi? Open the door! I know you're in there! Come down to eat."

But there was no response.

Arnav banged his fist on the door, his temper rising, him completely in no mood to deal with anything at the moment. "Khushi, open the fucking door right now!"

Not a peep.

Arnav fumed. "Khushi, if you don't open this door right now, I will break it down!"

Nothing.

"I mean it Khushi! I'm going to count to ten and if this door doesn't open by the time I get to ten, I will break down the fucking door!"

There wasn't any response, and Arnav began to count out loud, giving some time before he said the next number. There wasn't a sound of movement or talk whatsoever from the other side of the door.

"Nine..." Arnav counted.

He gave more time this time before he reached ten, but the door didn't open. Arnav fumed and yelled 'ten', then kicked the door open. Arnav looked inside and saw that to his right, Khushi was sitting in the corner, tears streaming down her face, completely still. When Arnav had kicked the door open, it had indeed made a loud sound, but Khushi hadn't even flinched. She just sat there soundlessly, staring straight in front of her at the closet.

Arnav stormed over to her. "Get up," he said sternly.

Khushi said nothing and continued to stare straight.

Arnav's nostrils flared. "Did you not hear me?! Get the fuck up!"

No response again.

"Khushi, get the fuck up! If you don't then I will carry you, and you know I'll do it."

Khushi said nothing.

Arnav fumed and swooped down and picked her up. Khushi made no reaction and continued to stare straight. Her arms just hung as if she were lifeless. Arnav found her behavior strange, but said nothing. He walked out of the room and headed upstairs to their room, that is, if you can still call it as 'their' room.

Arnav deposited Khushi on the bed. Khushi just laid there lifelessly, staring straight up at the ceiling. Arnav didn’t like her actions, or non-actions in this case, whatsoever.

"Khushi stop acting like this and say something," Arnav boomed. "If you don't, then I will fuck you."

Khushi said nothing and continued to stare up at the ceiling. Tears were pooling in her eyes, her eyes red.

*MATURE CONTENT*
Arnav was pissed and grabbed her arm. He yanked her up, making Khushi's body clash against his. Khushi made no reaction and stayed completely still. Arnav reached behind and yanked her dress open, pulling the zipper apart. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and exposed her to him. As Arnav removed every trace of string off her body, Khushi stayed completely still, remaining lifeless.

Arnav began to nibble on her neck, his hand going through her hair and holding her head. He bent down to suckle her breasts, grasping her waist and pulling her closer to him. As Arnav continued with his doings, Khushi made no reactions, gestures, etc, whatsoever. Arnav realized that and his anger returned. He moved them back up against the wall and not waiting another second, he thrust into her, making Khushi cry out in pain. Arnav's thrusts were hard and Khushi was in complete pain, having no pleasure in this whatsoever. Tears came flowing out of Khushi's eyes as she cried, tolerating Arnav's harshness.

Arnav looked at Khushi and felt something stir inside him. Seeing Khushi's tears and pain created an unknown feeling in him. He lost his sexual urge and stopped, pulling out of her. Khushi pushed Arnav away from her as the tears became heavier and her sobs were louder. She grabbed the sheets off the bed, wrapped her body in it, and ran out of the room. She ran back downstairs to her old room and closed the door, surprisingly being able to lock it even after Arnav's actions.

Arnav just stood there and stared in the direction Khushi had run in. He couldn't believe what he had just done to her.

I don't get it, Arnav said in his head. I always used to do this. This is who I am. Then why... why am I feeling this way?

Arnav sat down on the bed and rested his head in his hands and groaned.

I don't understand why this is bothering me so much!!!! This isn't normal!!!! What I just did was something that I used to do! That was normal!!!! Then why...?

A feeling was stirring within Arnav, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it go away.