Chapter Forty Two

All was well as the days passed. Arnav started to open up more and he'd share moments of his past. He even watched the old VHS tapes with Khushi down in the media room, his blanky by his side. Now and then, Arnav would get emotional, but Khushi was always there to support him.

A couple of days had passed and Khushi was putting away some of Arnav's clothes (after begging Etta to let her do some work) when her phone dinged. She took it out of her back pocket to see Arnav had texted her:

Thought of you all day

Can't wait to see you when I get home

;)

Khushi smiled shyly. Geez, I feel like newlywed-bride-! A bride?! Me?

Khushi thought for a moment, picturing herself in wedding attire, making pheras with Arnav.

Oh my... that would be....

Khushi shook the image away and continued to put Arnav's suits away.

My mind wanders off to much, Khushi blushed. Finish school and get a job - then think about marriage stupid, she scolded at herself.

She finished up with her work and glanced at the clock. In about ten minutes, Arnav would be home. He had a dinner conference with some company which Khushi had no idea about. As much as Arnav had wanted to cancel it, Khushi had told him that work came first and that it was okay if she ate alone now and then. Of course, Arnav got fussy like a little kid, but Khushi knew how to handle him.

Hmm... hope he doesn't act childish when he gets home. A small grin grew on her face. My baby.

Khushi glanced at the clock once more and then an idea came to her head.

I know!

*~*

"Angel, I'm home," Arnav called out.

He came walking through the gallery and into his room and rooted himself to the floor. His jaw dropped as he gaped at Khushi, who was in the corner, on her knees, legs spread, hands on her thighs, head bowed down, completely naked.

"Angel what are you..." but Arnav was too shocked.

Khushi looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I want to play," she said softly.

Arnav stayed quiet, pursing his lips.

"Please baby?"

But Arnav was unsure.

"I trust you."

Arnav shut his eyes, letting her words go through him.

"Please?"

Arnav opened his eyes and came down to the floor. "I... Angel, I'm not sure if I want to do this now."

"Why," Khushi asked, feeling somewhat sad.

"Right now... I just don't want to do it."

"I don't understand," Khushi said softly.

"Khushi, you're my girlfriend," Arnav said, cupping her face. "You're not my submissive - there's a difference."

"But there are so many people out there who have girlfriends that are their submissives. Even married couples! The wives are submissives!"

"I know-"

"Then why?"

Arnav looked down for a moment. "I don't trust myself."

Khushi gasped. "Arnav that's not good-"

"I know."

Both stayed quiet for a moment, staying in that position. After a moment, Arnav picked Khushi up and took her to bed. He placed her down and went into the bathroom to get her robe. He had her wear it and he tied the sash securely.

"Let's take things slow," Arnav said softly.

"But things have been going slow. We've crossed so many barriers."

"I know," Arnav said softly.

Khushi held his hands. "Don't be afraid Arnav. Everything will be fine between us."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I love you."

Arnav looked down.

"And I believe in you, baby. So what if we're not like everyone else and their lovey-dovey relationship - we're unique this way."

Arnav scoffed lightly. "We're unique with me putting you on display on my X-frame?"

"Yes," Khushi blushed, envisioning herself on the X-frame.

Arnav looked at her for a moment. "I would like that too."

Khushi smiled softly. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be on one of those."

Arnav's lips crooked up. "Angel, you're not so innocent."

Khushi grinned. "No, I'm not. Every girl has some inner desire within them. Once I learned of my wants, I felt shy and embarrassed by it, and never thought I could tell anyone. But now that I have you, the man that I love, why hide anything from you? This is my dirty, secret desire and I want you to fulfill it, especially when you have the ability to."

Arnav smiled softly and picked Khushi up onto his lap. "I love you, Angel."

"I love you, baby."

"We won't hide any secrets from each other," Arnav said, burying his face in her hair.

"We won't," Khushi said softly.

You're lying to him, and eerie voice whispered from inside.

I know, Khushi replied. And I don't know for how long.

*~*

Arnav and Khushi were happy, going on with their lives. Graduation was right around the corner and the couple couldn't wait!

The weekend arrived and they had decided that they would go to Khushi's apartment. Arnav decided to order takeout, so he got on his phone to use the grubhub app. Khushi was sorting through the mail and checked her messages on the land line. The first few were pointless messages, until she got to the last one. The last message began to play when Arnav entered the room.

"Angel I-"

"Khushi?"

Khushi looked down at the phone. It was her mother.

"Khushi?"

Khushi inhaled sharply. Papa, she said in her head.

"Sweetheart, we've missed you so much," her mother said. "It's been so many years. We miss you so much, darling."

"We want to see you," her father said. "We were wrong and we admit that. We just want to see you darling. We miss you so much."

Khushi bit her lip and Arnav looked at her.

"We all miss you," her mother continued. "Your father and I miss you so much dear! Please, call us back. Please? We miss you so much dear," she sobbed. "We-"

The message ended since it was only supposed to be a few seconds long. Khushi looked away, trying to control her emotions. Pursing her lips, she hit the "Delete" button and turned away. Arnav was surprised. He had never heard Khushi say a thing about her parents, let alone her family. Moving behind her, Arnav wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her shoulder, feeling her shudder.

"I haven't seen them in years," Khushi whispered, trying her best not to shed her tears.

Arnav had already known that because back when he had first met Khushi, he had gotten some background information on her. He had seen that she had lived alone for many years and she paid for all her utilities. Her outgoing calls from her land line were mostly to her friends or work, but never to her parents.

"What happened between you and your parents, Angel," Arnav asked softly.

Khushi didn't reply. She remained quiet, wondering what she should say. As for Arnav, he didn't like how she wasn't responding.

"Khushi, you know everything about me. Won't you tell me everything about you? I have the right to know," he said softly.

Khushi sighed and looked down. "A couple of years ago... my parents had wanted me to get married."

Arnav's eyebrows shot up.

"They felt that it wasn't necessary for me to go on with my education. So they had found some random guy and tried to get me to meet him, but instead I fought them and ran away. I left them and got help from the university. At the time I had only been accepted and was going to commute, but once I told them of my situation, they helped me go to court and gain my independence from my parents."

"And you lost all relations with them."

Khushi nodded. "Since I didn't have much income on my own, I ended up not having to pay for school at all, my financial aid covering it all for me."

Arnav nodded, already knowing this from some of the information he already had on her.

"Well I understand why you did it," Arnav said. "And I'm glad you did."

Khushi looked at him. "Really?"

Arnav nodded. "Otherwise I wouldn't have my angel," he smiled.

Khushi smiled and turned to face him. "How true," and she gave him a kiss.

The buzzer rang and the couple split.

"The takeout is here," Khushi whispered.

"The pad thai can wait," Arnav replied, and he took her towards the bedroom.

Khushi bit her lip. "You make that sound so hot," she moaned.

Arnav smirked and he sealed her lips, taking him and his angel to another world.

As for the takeout guy, well...

*Knock!*Knock!*Knock!*

"Anybody home," he hollered. "I've got two chicken pad thais, edammame, and two steak salads, as well as two thai iced teas for Arnav Singh Raizada!"

But all he got for a reply were grunting and moaning.

He blushed. "Oh, um, in that case, I'll just leave it here," and he left the bag hanging on the doorknob, and ran.

Chapter Forty One

"Why didn't you take me in your playroom," Khushi asked.

They were laying down in bed, Khushi on Arnav's front, their fingers twisted in with the other's.

Arnav didn't reply and Khushi was curious. She turned in his hold to look at him and found him staring at her.

"Well," Khushi pushed on.

Arnav sighed deeply. "Because things are different now."

"What do you mean?"

Arnav turned them over and he laid her beside him. "I've changed, Khushi. I'm not the same man I was before I met you."

Khushi caressed his face and Arnav snuggled into her embrace.

"I want to though."

"Want to what," Khushi asked, her eyebrows scrunched.

"Have you in that room. Do with you as I wish. But...."

"But what?"

Arnav didn't say anything and looked down.

"You can tell me Arnav," Khushi said softly.

Arnav remained quiet for a moment and then looked up at her. "I'm scared."

"Why," she asked softly.

"Of being the man I once was with you."

"What do you mean?"

Arnav sighed. "Khushi, before you came into my life, I was nothing more than a ruthless business man and a domineering dominant. I was cold and I was rough."

"But-"

"You were right, when you asked me if it was harsh of me to put my subs in the closet. And the truth is that it was. It was meant to be because I would get very irritated. Because it was in our contract, I had the ability and every right to do it. They wanted that and that's what they got.

"Khushi, I've not only locked women up in the closet, but in cages, boxes, dungeons, you name it."

Khushi's eyes widened. Holy crap, she thought.

Arnav sat up and looked down at his lap. "There was time when I was very proud of all of this. In our hidden society, I was the best Dom around. Women were at my feet, desperate to be my sub, but I didn't just take anyone. I was hard and rough and I needed a woman who could that. One that would tolerate all the shit I gave them. Though it never surprised me by the number of women that could actually take it," he scoffed lightly.

Khushi blinked and then she sat up beside him. Arnav glanced at her and took her hand in his and placed it in his lap.

"Telling you these things now... it's just... I feel embarrassed. With you... everything's different now. After my mother's death, the idea of love became completely fake to me. It was all bullshit to me. But then you came into my life," he said, looking up at her.

"The moment you stepped into my life, I could see myself changing. I stopped smoking weed, stopped with the excessive drinking... I wasn't the ruthless Dom I once was. But the moment you told me you loved me...."

"You were scared," Khushi said softly.

Arnav looked up at her.

"You were afraid. It wasn't just that you didn't believe in it but you didn't trust it. After seeing what happened between your parents, the idea of love was fake to you. And because your loving mother left you, you felt deceived by love and couldn't trust it. That's why when I told you that I loved you, you got scared. You didn't want to be deceived once more."

Arnav looked down and nodded. "And that's why I tried so hard to be the person I once was. I succeeded somewhat but I was always held back slightly. But that night... when I forced myself on you...."

Khushi looked down, reflecting back to that night.

Arnav looked at her and held her other hand. "Khushi you have to believe that I by no means meant to harm you. I was just beyond angry that you knew everything and thought that you thought I was weak and fucked up in the head. At that moment, I became who I really was and my anger got the best of me and when I usually got mad, I would fuck it out. That's why I did it and I forgot that you weren't my sub, and acted how I did with you the way I did with them."

"You'd force yourself on them?"

"Not exactly. In our contract, it was stated that whenever I wanted to have sex, they would have to agree. I had it clearly stated that I could be fierce when I was angry, but they all agreed. Not once did they ever complain - they all found a lot of pleasure in it. But you... when I saw those tears...."

Arnav turned away, completely ashamed of himself. "I let the devil inside get hold of me that night and I could never forgive myself for it."

"Arnav, no, don't," Khushi said, reaching out to caress his cheek.

"What I did was wrong," he said, his eyes screwed shut and his hands clenched into fists.

"Arnav stop," Khushi said, holding his hands. "Please, stop-"

"How can you still be with me," Arnav asked, turning back to face her.

Khushi gasped. Gone was the great, handsome, sexy CEO Arnav, and here was the broken, horrified, miserable Chote.

"I acted like a monster with you, but yet you're still here. I'm a broken man Khushi, but yet you're still here! How?!"

"Arnav-"

"I'm fucked up as hell Khushi! I've gone through years of therapy but that shit has never done anything, no matter what type I've done! How are you still with me?! For fuck's sake, I saw my mother's dead body hanging from a ceiling fan!!! I'm scarred for the rest of my life, but you're treating me like I have no shit to deal with! Why? Why are you with me?"

Khushi just looked at him, tears in her eyes. "Because I know that underneath that great CEO, there is a normal man. Because I know that under that rough and harsh dominant that locks up his submissives, there's a man only looking for love and trying to figure out why he was punished and ridden of it at a young age. Because I know that even though you saw your dead mother's corpse hanging and have been scarred, you are fighting everyday to get past that and to be the strong man that you really are so that you can love me."

Arnav gaped at her.

"Don't you get it Arnav," Khushi asked, cupping his face in his hands. "I believe in you. I know that under all the fucked up-ness, there is a true person beneath in search of love. While the world sees you as a man of money and power, and a secret society sees you as a mighty dominant, I see a boy  underneath all those layers, who wants nothing but to be loved! He wants to feel special and get the love that he deserves. He's angry at the world for stealing his mama away from him, so he takes it out on everyone else."

Tears came streaming down Arnav's cheeks.

"But it's okay," Khushi soothed, wiping away his tears. "You don't have to act all mighty. I get it - you had a tragic childhood and it mentally affected you." She held his hands. "It's okay, my love. You were stripped of the love you deserved and I'm going to give it to you. It may not be your mother's love, but it'll still be a form of love."

"Angel," Arnav whispered, his voice cracking.

"Oh baby, come here," and Arnav went into her arms and cried.

It hurt Khushi to see him like this but she knew it was necessary. For years,  Arnav had held his emotions in and it let it take form in anger. That's why he he was a ruthless business man. That's why he was the powerful dominant. But right now, he needed to be the boy who couldn't even cry at his mother's funeral.

After Arnav had calmed down, Khushi had him lay down and told him to sleep. She went to leave him alone, but Arnav reached out and held her hand. 

"Stay by my side," Arnav whispered, pleading.

Khushi smiled softly and nodded, and she sat down beside him. Arnav moved closer and laid his head on her lap and shut his eyes. Khushi moved her fingers through his hair, soothing him as he fell asleep.

*~*

It had been an hour since Arnav had fallen asleep. Khushi had remained by his side though and watched him sleep. 

Oh, my beautiful but broken man, Khushi said in her head.

Arnav's phone buzzed, causing Arnav to stir. She quickly reached over to the night stand and picked his phone up. She saw that it was someone named Dr. Thomas Rickman calling and she wondered who this man was. The person called again and Khushi wondered if she should wake up Arnav. Looking at him, she felt it wrong to do that, so she carefully lifted Arnav's head and placed it on the pillow. He had stirred a bit, but he didn't wake up.

Getting up, Khushi went out to the terrace. She looked at Arnav's phone and saw that the person had stopped calling. Putting it on silent, she placed it in her back pocket. Leaning against the rail, Khushi gazed out at the city below her.

We've come so far, she thought. I love him too much that it would break me to leave him. The thought of it makes me.... He loves me and he needs me just as much as I need him. We both have our demons to fight and we can do it together.

But you haven't even told him yours, an eerie voice whispered inside of her.

Khushi's eyes widened. No, I haven't... but... should I tell him? What will he think?

He'll understand, a soft voice replied in her head.

It's not as fucked up as his, a snarky voice said.

Khushi shook her head clear of the voices. I have to tell him, it's only fair. I know his story-

Because Anjali told you, the snarky one piped up. 

Khushi shook her away. Well I have no one to tell him so I have to tell him....

Suddenly Khushi heard a cry coming from the room. She ran back in and found Arnav tossing and turning, crying out in his sleep.

Oh no, Khushi thought.

Khushi went running to his side and tried to shake him awake. 

"Arnav," she called out. "Arnav wake up please!"

Arnav writhed, his eyes screwed tightly shut covered up in sweat. 

"Baby, wake up please!"

She tugged on Arnav some more when his eyes shot open. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving. His shirt was wet from sweat and his eyes were wide.

"Arnav, are you okay," Khushi asked, cupping his face.

Arnav sat up immediately and hugged Khushi tightly. "Bad dream," he huffed over and over again.

"Shh, I'm right here baby," Khushi soothed. "Right here."

For a moment, they stayed like that. Khushi soothed Arnav with sweet nothings and Arnav calmed down. He pulled back and Khushi reached over to wipe the sweat off of his face.

"Are you okay," Khushi asked softly. 

Arnav nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "I'm fine."

"You haven't had a nightmare in so long."

Arnav nodded and looked down at his hands in his lap.

"You wanna tell me what it's about," Khushi asked softly, cupping his face.

Arnav debated for a second. Usually after having a bad dream, he would have sex to get over it. But if he wanted things to be different and be the changed man he was, he would have to refrain from doing so. So instead, he laid down in her lap. Khushi placed one arm around him and he held onto her hand over his thumping heart.

"It usually starts different," Arnav began.

Khushi moved her free hand through his hair to comfort him. 

"They're moments of the past, moments I've had with mom."

"Like what," Khushi asked softly.

"Like when Ma would help me with my homework, when she would feed me, when she would play with me... there's so many moments," he sighed.

Arnav stayed quiet for a moment and Khushi didn't push him. 

"I like it when my favorite memories play. Like this one time when we all went to McDonald's and mom accidentally got ketchup spurting on her face... or the time she was watering the garden and I stepped on the hose on purpose. Di took the hose from her, saying that she could fix it and I removed my foot and water blasted on her face and she chased me while mom laughed really hard at our crazy antics."

Khushi smiled softly, picturing a little boy running around over lush, green grass, with his beautiful mother laughing away.

"My most favorite was when I surprised her with a really nice necklace on her birthday. It took all of my allowance money and a lot of hard work not to be tempted to spend it on candy." Arnav sighed. "Mommy was so happy."

Arnav stayed quiet for a moment and Khushi continued to run her fingers through his really soft hair.

"Every night,  I would go to her room and kiss mommy goodnight, saving her the trip to my room. Mommy would be getting ready for bed and try to make her way to my room, but I always beat mommy," he smiled.

Khushi smiled softly. 

Arnav chuckled a bit. "You know, mommy always said that one day she'd get to my room first, but I always beat her and got to her room first. I always told mommy she'd never win, but she never gave up."

Khushi couldn't help but to smile. She wasn't listening to Arnav - she was listening to Chote speak.

"Silly mommy," Arnav chuckled. "She had promised she would win... but she never got that chance," he said, his voice now a mere whisper.

Khushi pursed her lips. She could feel Arnav's body get tense.

"They all end the same," Arnav said softly. "After the memory it starts with, it ends with me going to mommy's room. I make my way to her room to say good night. When I open the door, the room is dark. It's weird because mommy never has the lights off at this time. So I reach to the side to turn the lights on and...."

Khushi gulped, getting the feeling she knew exactly what he saw next.

"I see her hanging," Arnav whispered, his eyes wide and filled fear. "Mommy's hanging from her scarf tied to the ceiling fan. I stand there, completely shocked. It only takes a moment and then everything clicks in my head."

For a moment, it felt like Arnav had stopped breathing.

"I scream," Arnav said plainly. "Very loud. I run. I go to mommy and grab her around her legs, trying to pick her up but mommy is heavy. Di comes running in. She screams and cries as she comes forward to help me. We both try, but mommy is heavy. She leaves me to grab scissors and jumps on mommy's bed to cut the scarf. She tries and tries till mommy comes falling down. We both are on mommy's side, yelling and crying, but she's quiet - mommy doesn't say a word. Her eyes are shut...."

Khushi bit her lip, picturing the scene in her head, seeing a horrified little boy, crying for his mother to get up.

"Di runs to the phone and calls 911. I yell, begging mommy to get up. That I'll go back to my room so that she can say goodnight to me first, but mommy won't listen, mommy won't get up. Di is by my side again and she holds me, crying and telling me mommy won't get up ever again, that she left us."

Tears swelled up in Khushi's eyes and she tried really hard not to let them fall.

"I just stared at mommy, thinking she was mad at me. People came bursting in soon and they took us away. I just watched, completely quiet. I watched them get around mommy. They took us away and I couldn't see mommy anymore." Arnav pauses for a moment. "The next time I saw mommy, she was in white. She was was on a whole bunch of logs...."

Khushi felt him tense up again.

"He was suppose to burn her."

Khushi assumed he meant his father.

"I couldn't let him. It was his fault. So I yelled at him. I insulted him."

Arnav's body shook with anger.

"I burned mommy that day. I watched mommy burn before my eyes and I couldn't so anything about it. Mommy was dead... and it was his fault."

Arnav suddenly sat up and gripped onto the sheets.

"My mommy is gone and it's all his fault. For years I thought I was at fault but.... She's... he... and I thought I... mommy," and Arnav broke into tears, covering his face with hands.

Khushi's tears escaped and came flowing down. She wrapped her arms around Arnav and Arnav buried his face in her neck, holding onto her as his tears flowed.

"My mommy is gone and I thought it was really my fault in the end," Arnav cried.

Khushi ran her fingers through his hair to sooth him. 

She held him tightly and kissed him on his head. "It's not your fault Arnav. It never has been and you know that now."

Arnav nodded, still crying in her arms.

"It's okay baby, it's okay," Khushi soothed. She placed a kiss on his head. "Your angel will take care of you now."

Arnav tilted his head up to look at him and Khushi wiped his tears away. 

"If there's any reason why I'm in your life, then it's because your mother wants me to. She chose me to be your angel and to be by your side. I will love you Arnav, and I will take care of you, just like your mommy did. I promise baby, I will."

"Angel," Arnav breathed, and he brought her lips down to kiss her.

Khushi kissed him back with all her love.

"You'll stay with me," Arnav asked, murmuring on her lips.

"Forever," Khushi confirmed. 

Chapter Forty

It was late at night, almost three, but Arnav and Khushi were wide awake. Khushi laid back and ran her fingers through Arnav's hair, while Arnav relaxed, laying his head on her stomach.

"Arnav?"

"Yes Angel?"

"Did you go easy on me?"

Arnav looked up at her. "What?"

"Earlier, when you..." but Khushi couldn't bring the words to her mouth, blushing really hard.

Arnav smirked and sat up, facing her. "Yeah, I did."

"I had a feeling," Khushi said softly.

"And why's that."

"It felt easy," she whispered.

Arnav chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Oh Angel."

"Well it did," Khushi blushed.

Arnav smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Khushi, I went easy on you because you're a beginner. You don't have that kind of experience and you're not used to it, so I did that," he said softly. "Besides, you don't really know anything about it."

Khushi gasped dramatically. "Yes I do! I've read a lot of books that have men as kinky as you!"

"Oh really," Arnav questioned, arching his eyebrow in amusement.

"Yes, and for your information, I've read fifty shades so-"

"Oh, not you too," Arnav groaned.

"What," Khushi said innocently.

"I hate that book."

Khushi gasped dramatically again. "You hate my Christian?"

Arnav rolled his eyes. "Because of that book, I've had subs thinking they'd get the same crap that happened in that book."

Well this is news, Khushi said in her head. "Really?"

"Yes, but I was never interested. Not until I met you, at least."

Khushi blushed. "I know."

"Good," and he kissed her forehead. "Cause if you didn't, I have ways to make you."

Khushi gasped. His eyes were filled a dark promise, making Khushi gulp. "You do?"

"I do."

Khushi looked away as blush heated her cheeks. "W-well I do know some stuff, so y-you're wrong."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Khushi nodded. "Yes."

Arnav grinned mischievously. "How so?"

Khushi held her head up high. "I could name all the stuff in your wardrobe."

Arnav's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yes."

Khushi got out of bed and stood up. Arnav joined her and followed her as she walked into the dressing room. She opened up the wardrobe and Arnav stood beside her, his arms crossed, completely amused.

"The masks and handcuffs are self-explanatory. This," she said reaching in, "is a flogger. A good replacement for your hand when spanking."

Arnav nodded in agreement.

"This," she said, pulling out another item, "is a paddle, another good substitute."

Arnav grinned.

"Then there's bondage cuffs, spreader bars, ben wa balls, a vibrator, a riding crop, and a belt."

"Very good, Angel."

Khushi smiled proudly. "I've done my research."

Arnav cocked am eyebrow. "My, my, Angel, you're not so innocent."

Khushi wrapped her arms around him. "Not when it comes to you."

Arnav smirked and let Khushi kiss him. "My little vixen," he murmured.

Khushi grinned.

"Khushi, what if I were to use these on you?"

She looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really."

Khushi blushed and buried her face on the crook of his neck, and Arnav had his answer.

Arnav pulled back. "Let's go to bed."

Khushi looked up at him and felt Arnav's erection twitch. Round three? "Again?"

Arnav rubbed his nose on hers. "I could never get enough of you, Angel. Plus seeing you holding the flogger totally turned me on," he winked.

Khushi giggled and let Arnav carry her back to their room, and entwined herself with him.

*~*

A couple of days passed since the proposition was made. The topic was never spoken of and Khushi was more and more curious by the day.

"Arnav?"

"Yes Angel?"

Both Arnav and Khushi were in his study, Khushi sitting at Arnav's desk writing a paper for her English class. Arnav was reading the New York Times' sports section, sitting in a chair in front of Khushi.

"Are those the only items you have or are there more," Khushi asked.

Arnav looked at her confusedly.

"The sex toys," she slightly blushed.

Arnav put the paper down and leaned back in the chair. "Well, there were more. I would get different items for each girl. Once the girl was gone, the items were done with and ridden of. When I had a new sub, I'd get the items that she was okay with and would place them in the chest."

"Are there other things? Besides those items in the wardrobe?"

Arnav just looked at her, his expression unreadable, and nodded.

Khushi blinked. I wonder what those things are, she wondered.

Arnav stood up."Save your paper and come with me," he said, holding his hand out.

Khushi did as he said, saving the paper on his Mac, and stood up. She held Arnav's hand and went around the desk to join him by his side. Arnav brought her hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss before turning to walk them out of the room. He led them down the hall and turned left. Remembering the layout of the apartment, Khushi remembered that there was a bedroom there. A couple of months back, Khushi was curious to know what was behind those doors, but it was always locked. Now standing before it, she was more curious than ever!

"Why has it always been locked," Khushi asked.

The corners of Arnav's lips crooked up. "I should have known your curiosity got the best of you Angel," he chuckled.

Arnav went through his pocket and took out a key, then unlocked the door.

He removed the key. "Go right on in," Arnav gestured with his hand.

With a gulp, Khushi turned the knob and entered the dark room. Arnav followed in behind her and flicked on the switch, illuminating the room. Khushi blinked and what she saw had her gaping wide.

"This is your playroom," Khushi gasped.

Khushi blinked, taking in everything in the room. There was a bed to the left, against the wall. To the right of it, there was a X-frame on the wall, cuffs at each of the four ends. A few feet away from it, there were a variety of paddles, floggers and whips hanging off the wall. There were also a variety of ropes hanging on the wall, some thin and some thicker. Khushi gulped as she gazed up at the carabiners on the ceiling, erotic images going through her head. She pictured her wrists tied up and held up by a rope that went through the carabiner, her blindfolded.

Oh my, Khushi breathed, as the erotic image passed through her head.

"I would bring my subs in here," Arnav said softly. "I would... do a variety of things to them. And if they ever misbehaved, well...."

Arnav led Khushi back to a closet. "I'd tie them up and leave them in here," he said, his voice a mere whisper.

Khushi gasped. "Isn't that kind of," she gulped, "harsh?"

Arnav nodded. "They needed to understand that they went by what I said. Trying to act slick wasn't going to do, so they needed to be punished one way or the other."

"But tied up in here," Khushi asked, pointing at the closet.

"Usually their reason behind their misbehavior was so that they could get punished - it was so that they'd either get flogged, whipped, caned, etc. They thought that by acting slick, they could get what they wanted without me knowing. But their intention was always clear to me, so instead, they'd be tied up and put in here."

Khushi nodded in acknowledgement and turned back to the room. She went up to the floggers and reached out to touch it. The leather felt good on her fingertips. She turned to the paddles and saw one that had a heart cut out in the middle.

Would it make a heart wherever you hit it, she wondered.

She turned to look at room once more, noticing the chest in the corner.

"Are there more items in there," Khushi asked.

Arnav nodded. "Yes."

Khushi nodded in acknowledgement.

"Come," Arnav said, holding his hand out. "Having you in this room is very tempting."

Khushi took in a sharp breath. "Really?"

"Yes," Arnav said with dark eyes. "Come."

"Yes," Khushi breathed.

Arnav shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths to control himself. When his eyes opened, his intentions were clear.

"Come with me now," he whispered darkly. "I need to take you, but not in here."

"Why," Khushi breathed.

"Now."

Khushi gulped. Taking one last glance of the room, Khushi followed him out of the room, Arnav gripping onto her hand. He quickly took her upstairs and into their room. Khushi was lost in thought, wondering why Arnav didn't want to take her in that room.

What's wrong with that room, Khushi wondered. He took his subs in there, she pouted.

"Arnav-"

Arnav turned around that instant and backed Khushi up into the wall of the gallery. His lips attacked hers and Khushi let out a moan at the sudden attack. His hands went down to her t-shirt and he tugged it off, revealing her plump breasts.

"Yes," Arnav growled, grateful that she wasn't wearing a bra.

He attacked them with his mouth, sucking really hard while his hand palmed the other. Khushi cried out at his ferocity, tossing her head back as her hands dived into his hair and tugged hard. Arnav growled and bit her nipple, getting another cry from Khushi. He switched and last onto her other breast, his hand going to the other. Khushi arched her back, pushing her breasts to him.

"Arnav please," Khushi cried, needing him inside her at that very moment.

Khushi felt his hands go down and pull down the boxers she was wearing, another one of Arnav's. They pooled down to her feet, and she stepped out of them and kicked them away, wrapping her left leg around his waist.

"Please," Khushi breathed, tilting her pelvis up, grinding on him.

Arnav growled and bit her breast, getting another cry from Khushi. She breathed heavily while Arnav trailed his right hand down, his left continuing to fondle. His right hand skimmed down her stomach and went right to her sex. In a swift move, her entered his finger and Khushi gasped at the intrusion.

"Mmm, always so fucking wet and ready," he murmured on her breast.

He replaced his finger with two and the torture began. Khushi cried out and whimpered, tossing her head back as her eyes rolled back and shut. His mouth continued to suck and bite, his hands fondling and penetrating her. Within seconds, Khushi came, crying out his name like her life depended on it.

"Fuck," Arnav groaned, moving his fingers faster inside her until she was done.

Khushi felt her legs ready to give away, but Arnav held her up. She rested her forehead on Arnav's shoulder and breathed heavily, coming down from her high. Arnav held her securely, running his fingers through her, saying sweet nothings. Gathering some energy, Khushi picked her head back and leaned against the wall. Her chest still heaved, and they teased Arnav.

Especially with the number of hickies he had placed.

"So beautiful," he murmured, cupping her breasts.

He bent down and placed butterfly kisses on each of them. Khushi sighed, caressing his face.

Arnav glanced down and smirked. "Oh Angel."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows as he looked up at her.

"You've cleaned my floor," he grinned wickedly.

Khushi looked at him confusedly then looked down at the floor and gasped. There, on the floor, was the evidence of her orgasm.

"You came all over my floor, "Arnav grinned, looking down at the floor once more.

Khushi blushed furiously. That had never happened before! She felt completely embarrassed and hid her face with her hands.

"Angel? Don't hide," Arnav cajoled, but Khushi could hear his grin.

Khushi shook her head.

"Angel," Arnav chuckled softly. "Look at me."

But Khushi refused again with a shake of her head.

"Angel. Look. At. Me."

Khushi peeked out of her hands and looked at him through her eyelashes. Arnav moved her hands away and cupped her face.

"That's never happened to me before," he smiled softly.

"Really? Not with any of the 23?"

Arnav shook his head. "No. I've never made love against the wall with anyone else but you, Angel."

Khushi blushed slightly, but on the inside, she was throwing confetti everywhere.

That's right, her inner self shouted out in glee, he's all mine and he only loves me!

"I find this really sexy," Arnav winked.

Khushi blushed harder.

"I hope it didn't all go to waste."

Khushi tilted her head and frowned, her confusion clear on her face. Arnav smirked lightly and brought his fingers down there once more. Khushi felt his fingers part through her pussy lips, and she felt her body come back to life.

Arnav brought his fingers back up. "Good, it didn't," and he sucked on them.

The sight of Arnav sucking on his fingers and tasting her arousal had turned Khushi on. Arnav had definitely gotten what he wanted, and now she wanted her share. But before Khushi could do anything, she felt Arnav bring his finger back down there again and part through her pussy lips. Khushi gasped and gulped and Arnav brought his finger up once more.

"Suck on it," Arnav whispered.

Khushi looked at his finger and then at him. She noticed him bulging and that's exactly what she needed. Taking hold of his offered hand, Khushi kept her eyes on Arnav and sucked on his finger. Arnav shut his eyes and his jaw slacked. Khushi ran her tongue up his finger and swirled around, causing Arnav to groan.

With a pop, Khushi released his finger. Before Arnav could say anything, Khushi dropped to her knees, tugging Arnav's pants down along the way.

"Khushi-"

Khushi gripped onto Arnav's cock and Arnav groaned, shutting his eyes. She slowly ran her hand on his length, looking up at him. Arnav looked down at her, his jaw slacking.

"Mine," Khushi whispered possessively.

"Yours," Arnav breathed.

Khushi pushed Arnav back, Arnav kicking ins pants aside as he leaned against the opposite wall. Khushi kissed his inner thighs then trailed her tongue along it, her hand still moving slowly on his dick.

"Oh baby," Arnav moaned.

Khushi trailed her kisses up and kissed his balls, then took them in her mouth. Arnav gasped as she sucked on them, one by one. He screwed his eyes shut as his moved atop of Khushi's head. Unable to resist any longer, Khushi took his cock in her mouth and sucked. Arnav groaned out loud and looked back down at Khushi, his eyes wide. He watched as her head bobbed slowly, taking him in nice and slow.

Arnav cupped her cheeks. "Angel," he breathed.

Khushi swirled her tongue around him and began to take him faster. Her head bobbed faster, taking Arnav all the way in. Arnav groaned and arched his hack, tilting his pelvis forward. Khushi went even faster, one hand jerking him off, the other teasing his balls. Arnav lifted her hair up into a makeshift ponytail and groaned.

"You're mouth is so fucking perfect," Arnav groaned.

Khushi moaned around his dick and Arnav took in a sharp breath. He began to thrust into her mouth, but Khushi stilled him, digging her nails into his ass. Arnav moaned and Khushi held him back. She sucked on him harder and faster, her head bobbing like crazy. Arnav fisted her hair and tossed his head back, screwing his eyes shut.

"Fuck Angel," Arnav moaned.

Taking him in a few more times, Khushi let go of him with a pop and jerked him off rapidly with her hand, and in seconds, Arnav came with a loud cry. He came all over Khushi's face, Khushi gasping with her eyes shut as she felt the warm liquid shoot at her face. She looked up at him with daring eyes, mouth ajar, as her hands slowly moved on his length, Arnav still releasing his hot seeds and coming all over Khushi's breasts. Arnav looked at her with wide eyes, staring not down at his angel, but his vixen. Khushi placed her hands on her thighs, smirking lightly at him.

Arnav held his length in his hands. "Suck me clean," he said with commanding eyes.

Khushi leaned in and took him in his mouth, sucking him clean, nice and slow. Arnav took in a sharp breath, then hooked his hands under Khushi's arms and had her stand up. Khushi looked at him innocently as she stood before him, covered in his come. Arnav just gazed at her, looking her body up and down.

"You look even sexier with my come all over you," Arnav whispered.

Khushi moved her finger over her breasts and sucked it clean. "You taste really good," she winked.

Arnav tilted his head. "Is that so?"

Khushi nodded. "Now my whole body will taste good. Even the floor got a taste."

Arnav glanced down and just like Khushi, there was evidence of his orgasm on the floor. "Looks like Etta's gonna have something to say after cleaning this room today."

Khushi giggled and Arnav smiled softly.

"Gosh, I love that sound."

Khushi walked backward. "Well come and follow that sound to the shower," Khushi said mischievously.

"With pleasure," Arnav smirked, and he followed her to the bathroom and tackled her against the wall, both laughing in joy as another hour or so passed in love-making.

Chapter Thirty Nine

After that one spank she received, Khushi was giddier than ever! She couldn't wait till she got actual spank-down from him.

Would he be harsh, Khushi wondered the next morning during breakfast. No, no he wouldn't. He'd start slow so that he could teach me. He wouldn't go crazy the first time. Arnav knows this stuff so he won't do anything to hurt me.

Arnav had finished eating and he had headed on up to get ready. He was gonna be at the office for a couple of hours today to finish up with a deal he was working on. He came down, looking as handsome as ever and the sexy business man he was, wearing a sharp black suit by Hugo Boss.

Khushi bit her lip. "Well hello, Mr. CEO," she moaned.

Arnav smirked and went over to Khushi. "Enjoying the view?"

"Hmm," she moaned

Arnav shook his head and gave her a kiss. When he pulled away, Khushi noticed that there was a pink shopping bag in his hand.

"What's that," Khushi asked.

Arnav handed the bag over to Khushi. "I want you to wear this tonight."

Khushi looked at him in confusion. "Um... okay?"

Arnav simply smiled, gave her a kiss, and left for work. Once he had left, Khushi headed to the media room to watch some mindless television. She sat down and turned on the TV, then looked at the bag. It read Agent Provocateur on it.

"Hmm, never heard of it," Khushi said to herself.

She went through it's contents and pulled out a black, slinky, and very-much revealing babydoll. Khushi gaped in shock, her jaw hitting the ground. She held it out before her, turning it around to see the back. It was completely sheer, which meant everything would be totally exposed.

Arnav bought this for me? But when? And, she gulped, I have to wear this tonight?

For the rest of the day, Khushi debated on whether or not she should wear it. One moment she thought she should, the next she wouldn't, and then she'd think of Arnav and how he wanted her to wear it, but then she felt nervous, and then she wondered if Arnav would get mad, and it went on and on till the evening. Khushi had half an hour till Arnav arrived home and she still hadn't decided.

Ugh, what do I do?!

Khushi had showered and shaved, and now she was standing in a towel, staring at the pink bag.

How would I even look in it? Ridiculous I bet.

Khushi shook the negativity out of her head.

No. Arnav bought it for me. He wouldn't buy something that would make me look silly.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the bag and took the babydoll out.

I wonder....

Khushi went into the bathroom and went in front of the mirror. She held the babydoll in front of her and analyzed herself.

I guess it might look good on me. Khushi took a deep breath. Only one way to find out.

Dropping the towel to the floor, she slipped the babydoll on and gasped. It was as if it had transformed her and she felt sexier than ever!

Wow, who wudda thought lingerie actually had any abilities?

Khushi sighed and smoothed out her outfit. It had an open front, with a ribbon tie on the top, above her breasts. Lace bordered along it, running from the neck down to her breasts, enough to be a tease, although it by no means covered nor hid her goodies. It had short sleeves, which were puffed cap sleeves. Along with it was a pair of matching panties, which seemed somewhat pointless to Khushi, since you could see everything, regardless.

Khushi twirled in it a bit and smiled. She absolutely loved it! In the middle of twirling, she had noticed the clock and saw that she had 17 minutes till Arnav came home. Quickly, she blow-dried her hair and made it look decent. She put on some light makeup and then took a deep breath. Khushi headed back out to their room and stood there awkwardly.

What do I do now? Lean up against the wall in some sexy pose? Nah! Way too tacky! I want him to be ecstatic at the sight- holy shit! He's gonna see me like this! Me! In this! Oh my- I'm so done for!

Khushi leaned her forehead against the cool window and sighed. She hadn't even thought the whole thing through and now she was filled with anxiety, wondering how the hell she was going to face Arnav like this.

Khushi stood straight and took a deep breath. I can do this, I can do this, she repeated the mantra in her head.

She crossed her arms and took in another deep breath. She shut her eyes and took in another.

I can do this. Besides, Arnav's seen me fully naked before, numerous of times. I'm wearing clothes- well, somewhat. But the bottom line is that there's still strings covering my body. So relax, it's really not a big deal.

"Angel...."

Khushi's eyes shot open. Oh no, he's here!

Khushi wanted to turn and face Arnav, but she was completely frozen. She could feel Arnav gazing at her and it made her body feel like she was on fire.

"Face me," Arnav simply said.

Khushi took a deep breath and gulped it down. Trying to gather all her courage, she turned and faced Arnav. She heard him gasp, his eyes trailing from top to bottom.

"Come here."

Khushi did as he said and stood before him, flushing red.

"You look amazing."

"Thank you," Khushi whispered, looking down.

Arnav cupped her face. "Look at me."

Khushi did as he said and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

He leaned in and gave her a kiss at the corner of her lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Arnav."

Arnav groaned and kissed her on her lips. "I'll never get tired of hearing that," he murmured on them.

Khushi smiled softly.

Arnav's lips traveled along her cheek to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and then nibbled on it.

Khushi placed her hands on Arnav's chest. "Arnav," she moaned.

"Do you have any idea what it does to me," Arnav whispered. "What you do to me?"

Khushi shuddered.

"Guess I'll just have to show you," he smirked.

In the blink of an eye, Arnav had his lips on hers and she was underneath him, on the bed. Khushi moaned into his mouth, giving Arnav access to expertly explore her mouth with his tongue. She tentatively met his with hers and they're tongues waltzed. Arnav moved his hands to her stomach and parted the babydoll, placing his hands on her bare stomach.

"Arnav," Khushi moaned at the warmth of his hands.

His hands continued on with their exploration while he sucked on Khushi's neck. Khushi placed her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around him, pushing him down to her. Arnav looked at her and saw the need in her eyes.

"Please," Khushi whispered.

Arnav smirked and kissed her. "Not so fast angel," and he kissed her again.

Khushi groaned, desperate to feel Arnav inside of her. She needed him desperately, or she felt that she wouldn't live. She moved her hands down to the buttons of his jacket and unbuttoned them. She pushed it off of him and Arnav removed it and let it drop to the floor.

Khushi pulled back. "Arnav, please," she breathed.

But Arnav shook his head. "Oh no angel. Things are going my way," he said mischievously.

Khushi's eyes widened. Oh my, she wondered. Is he really...?

Arnav smirked and kissed his way down there. Khushi shuddered and bit her lip, wondering what Arnav would do to her.

"These look cute on you," Arnav said, running his finger under the waistband of her panties. "Do you like them?"

"I do, but I find them rather pointless since its sheer."

"Agreed," and he hooked his thumbs in and stretched the bands until they had disintegrated.

Khushi gasped. "Arnav! You-"

"It was in my way," he said innocently.

"But you can't just- ah!"

Arnav had his mouth on her, sucking away on her clit. He looked up at her, enjoying the sight of her being pleasured. Khushi picked up her head to look at him and wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, gripping tightly as his tongue entered her.

"Arnav please," Khushi writhed.

But his eyes were gleaming and Khushi knew that he was saying no. She groaned in frustration, desperate for Arnav to be buried inside of her, but Arnav kept refusing, which was driving Khushi insane! But her irritation was pure amusement for Arnav. As he lapped his tongue over her pussy lips, he couldn't help but to grin, loving that Khushi was completely hopeless. What he said would go, and he totally dominated Khushi.

"Come for me," Arnav murmured against her.

His words were her undoing, and Khushi came with a cry, her back arching off of the bed. Her body shook as the waves took over her, her chest heaving heavily. Placing a kiss on her inner thigh, Arnav came up and smirked. Khushi could only look at him, unable to speak from her intense orgasm. Arnav truly was a master at sex, and there was no denying.

"What to do with you next," Arnav teased, but the mischievous gleam in his eyes told Khushi that he already knew what he had planned for her.

With a pull of the bow, the babydoll came loose and Arnav moved the strings apart, pushing the fabric aside to fully expose her luscious breasts. With Khushi still breathing heavily, it only made Arnav want to do more things to her, her rising chest calling out to him, teasing him. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. Khushi groaned, arching her breast further into his mouth. Arnav palmed the other one, teasing her other nipple. He clamped his teeth around it and sucked really hard, causing Khushi to cry out. She felt it hot-wire right down to her core and she was even more desperate than before.

Before she could plead, Arnav entered a finger inside her, his mouth now on the other nipple. He brought his finger out, only to replace it with two. He moved them - in, out, in, out - curling his fingers to hit that sweet, sensitive spot, going faster and faster. Every time he did, Khushi would gasp and tighten her hold on Arnav's hair.

Khushi's eyes were screwed shut. She felt her muscles clench and she could feel herself building up. Within seconds, she came again, biting her finger to hold her screams.

Arnav removed his fingers and sucked on them. "So sweet, angel." He pulled her finger away from her mouth. "And don't you dare cover your screams. Either I gag you to hush you up or I don't. Understood?"

Khushi's chest heaved and she nodded.

Arnav smirked. "Good." He pulled her up so that they were nose to nose. "My sweet, sweet angel. The things I could do to you," he smirked.

Khushi took in deep breaths. "Why haven't you removed your clothes yet?"

Arnav moved his hand into her hair and tugged on it, tilting Khushi's head up. "I'll be the one to decide what happens when," and he let her go.

Khushi gulped. He's so daring and dangerous, she said in her head. And I absolutely love it!

"Now get on your front," Arnav demanded.

Khushi did as he said, lying down on her front. Arnav spread her legs and bent her knees up, bringing her ass up, her upper body still on the bed.

"Hold onto the sheets above your head," Arnav said.

Khushi did as he said and gripped onto it. She was going to ask him if he'd finally fuck her, but before she could even open her mouth, Arnav spanked her.

"Agh," Khushi cried out.

"That's for hushing yourself when you came." He spanked her again. "And that's because I love how your perfect ass turns red."

Khushi groaned. "Oh, please," she moaned.

"You like it when I spank you?"

"Yes," Khushi whispered.

Arnav spanked her hard. "Good."

Khushi moaned in pleasure, biting her lip. She heard Arnav unbutton and unzip his pants. Arnav pulled them down and released himself. He rubbed his erection over her ass and Khushi moaned.

"Please," Khushi begged.

Khushi heard the familiar sound of foil ripping.

"With pleasure," Arnav said, rolling the condom down, and he entered her in one swift move.

Both groaned in appreciation, Arnav staying still for a moment.

"Oh angel, you're so fucking tight," Arnav moaned appreciatively.

Khushi arched her back to meet him, desperate for him to move. Arnav spanked her once more and Khushi groaned. She felt him pick her hair up into a make-shift ponytail and tug on it hard, getting a cry out of her. Enjoying the sound of it, Arnav began to move, enjoying the lovely cries and moans that escaped from Khushi's lips. He went on relentlessly, pounding right into her.

"That's it angel, give it to me," Arnav breathed.

His words were her undoing and with one last thrust, both came, groaning out loud as they did. Arnav collapsed on top of Khushi, pushing her into the mattress. They both pulled on the air, breathing heavily. Khushi turned her head to look at Arnav and he looked at her. They both remained that way, gazing at each other as their harsh breathing calmed down.

"Did you like it," Arnav asked.

Khushi grinned. "I loved it."

Arnav smiled and kissed her forehead. "That's my angel."

Khushi smiled softly, shutting her eyes to his embrace.

Once the two had calmed down, Arnav pulled out and laid beside Khushi. Khushi rolled to her side and let Arnav bury her into his chest.

Khushi glanced down at Arnav's shirt. "I think this is the first time we've had sex with clothes on," Khushi chuckled.

Arnav's lips twitched up. "I think so, too."

She looked up at him. "You didn't even get rid of mine," she said, lifting an eyebrow.

"Well I could right now," he said, moving his hand under the babydoll.

"Arnav," Khushi giggled.

Arnav paused and smiled. "I love the sound of that."

"Of what ," Khushi grinned.

"You laughing."

Her grin turned into a soft smile.

"I haven't made you laugh much have I?"

Khushi saw guilt form in Arnav's eyes.

"I've done more of the opposite," and there was sorrow all over his face.

Khushi caressed his cheek. "Arnav, please, don't," she said very softly.

Arnav turned into her hand and kissed it, holding it as he shut his eyes and found solace in her embrace. "I love you Khushi, and I don't know what I'll do without you."

"You don't have to worry about that Arnav, because I could never leave you alone."

"But you did once," he said, pain in his eyes.

"It was the hardest thing I had ever done," she whispered.

Arnav wrapped his arms around Khushi and turned them over so that she was laying on his chest. "It gave me a lot of time to think of everything. And for the first time in years, I had gone home."

Khushi looked up at him. Really, she wondered.

"I never thought it'd go back there. That place...." He sighed deeply. "You leaving me was a deep awakening. It was something I really needed and in some weird way, its a good thing you left me because I would've never realized that I'm nothing without you."

Khushi cupped his face in her hand. "Oh honey," she breathed.

"Don't ever leave me again, Khushi. I can't live without you," he said, pain in his eyes.

"Hush," Khushi soothed, "I won't."

Arnav turned them over and leaned his forehead against hers. "You're mine, Khushi."

"I'm yours," Khushi breathed.

"And I'm yours."

Khushi looked up at him. "Only mine," she said, tears in her eyes.

"Only yours," he replied, and he sealed her lips with his, both getting lost and drifting away from the world.

Chapter Thirty Eight

Arnav and Khushi arrived to the penthouse with Khushi's stuff. They went on up and entered the dressing room to put Khushi's stuff away. Arnav set her bags down and made space for all of Khushi's stuff. While Arnav was doing that, Khushi put some off it away in the already-free spaces. She took out her heels and looked for a spot to put them in. There was empty shelves so she decided to put them there. Once she placed them, she turned to get her other heels, when she paused.

Within the closet, there was a mahogany wardrobe. Khushi had always seen it, but she had never said anything about it. She just assumed some of Arnav's clothes were in there or something. But today, it had piqued her interest.

"Arnav?"

"Yes angel?"

"What's inside this thing," she asked, pointing at the wardrobe.

Arnav came to her side and looked at the wardrobe. "Er, I'd say its better if you didn't know."

"Why?"

Arnav moved behind her and hugged her, nuzzling her hair. "One step at a time, angel," he sighed. After a pause he said, "it's my toys."

Khushi snickered. "You play with toys?"

She turned her head to look at him and Arnav looked up at her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"If you only knew," he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Khushi was about to question further when Arnav's phone rang. He excused himself and headed into their room, leaving an amused and confused Khushi. She glanced at the wardrobe and then made her way to their room. She followed behind Arnav and went through the bathroom and into their room. Khushi leaned against the door frame and watched Arnav as he busied himself with work. He was going through something on his tablet and Khushi leaned her head against the door and sighed.

How did this beautiful but broken man come into my life, she wondered. What did I do to deserve him? 

Khushi glanced out the window and gazed at the clouds.

What did I do that you made me his angel, Aisha?

Arnav was engorged into his conversation, now on his laptop. Khushi smiled lightly as she reflected back to when she had first met him.

I can't believe I used to call him pothead, she grinned.

Arnav glanced up at her and smiled. Khushi blew him a kiss and he reached out and grabbed it, then stored it in his heart. Khushi grinned like a fool, blushing slightly as well. Arnav's attention got dragged back into the call and Khushi decided not to distract him. She headed back to the dressing room and continued to put her stuff away. She took out some dresses and hung them up. She was going to hang some more, when the wardrobe caught her attention again.

Does he really play with toys, she wondered.

Khushi could hear Arnav still in conversation and glanced back at the wardrobe.

He probably owns some rare action figures. Khushi chuckled to herself. The great Arnav Singh Raizada still plays with action figures? That's just too cute!

Khushi tip-toed back to their room and saw that Arnav was still busy. So she tip-toed back and with a deep breath, she opened the wardrobe. It opened up very easily and what she saw inside had her jaw drop all the way down to the garage of the building. Inside the wardrobe was a collection of sex toys, and there was a great variety.

Completely shocked, Khushi shut the wardrobe quickly and turned her back against, leaning on it. At that moment, Arnav came walking in.

"Angel-"

Arnav paused and looked at Khushi's stunned face. Her eyes were wide from shock and every time she blinked, they'd go wide again.

"Khushi," Arnav said in confusion.

She turned and looked at him in shock and he looked at her in confusion.

"I always thought you met girls and did stuff with them, but didn't give the relationship a title or something," Khushi said. "I didn't think they were your submissives!"

Arnav tilted his head and scrunched his eyebrows. "I thought you already knew that."

"What?"

"Khushi, you cant have 23 girlfriends. That is, unless you're a player, which I'm not. Plus I gave some obvious hints that day when I told you about my past relationships," he said with confusion

Khushi registered the fact in her brain. She thought back to the time he had told her of his past relationships and flings. She remained silent and that was making Arnav very anxious.

"Are you going to leave me," he asked in a low voice. "Because of your latest discovery."

Khushi snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Arnav. "What, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm just shocked, that's all."

Arnav nodded and looked down. Khushi removed herself from the wardrobe and glanced at it. There were sex toys in there, of all things. Khushi thought of the items she had seen and shut her eyes. She thought of her guilty pleasure, where she would imagine herself as a submissive. It had been something she had really wanted ever since her discovery of it from her romance novels. To be able to trust someone with her life was one thing she had always wanted. To have a man dominate her and to control her was what she had always wanted. After she had discovered what her desires were, it was all she ever wanted.

Something inside of Khushi had always told her that Arnav was more than what he seemed. And it ended up being true, once she discovered the broken man that Arnav truly was. Now with her latest discovery, she could only think of her inner desires and the possibility that it could come true.

"Arnav?"

He looked up at her. "Yes?"

"I... I have a confession to make."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "What?"

"I..." Khushi took a deep breath. "I've always wanted to be a submissive," she said, her voice getting smaller with each word.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Arnav's face. "Really?"

Khushi blushed furiously and nodded, looking down at her feet. "Yes."

Arnav smirked lightly. "Are you sure?"

Khushi simply nodded, understanding the true meaning behind his question.

Arnav went over to Khushi and held her, his arms wrapped around her waist. Khushi placed her hands on his chest, but didn't look at him, flushing absurdly.

"Okay," Arnav said.

That made Khushi look up. She smiled lightly and buried her face in his chest, snuggling into him.

"I love you Khushi."

"I love you, too."

*~*

A couple of days had passed and all was well. The mornings started with both waking up at each other's sides. Arnav would be up first and he'd gaze at his sleeping angel. Eventually, Khushi would wake up and seeing Arnav first thing, brought a huge grin to her face. A morning kiss would be exchanged and it would lead on to at least an hour of lazy love-making, which led to them being late to their early tasks, such as class. After class, they'd go to the office and while Arnav busied himself with work, Khushi busied herself with her assignments. After that, they'd go back home, have dinner, and then relax. They'd head off to bed at ten, make love for hours, then knock out.

Life was going great for the two.

But Khushi was slightly bothered. After Arnav had agreed to give what Khushi wanted, he had never made an attempt to fulfill it. They were still having vanilla sex, not that Khushi was complaining or anything. Arnav was fantastic and she finally knew why. Now and then, she'd fill up with jealousy, remembering the fact that 23 other women had seen his abilities, as well as the one's he'd met at clubs. But in the end, she had him. He was hers in more ways than any of those other women had. She had a deeper connection with him, something those women would never have with him. She was his angel, no one else.

But still, Khushi wanted what she craved. And with Arnav making no attempt, she was very curious. It was Friday evening and they were home, Arnav downstairs in the study, busy with some work. Khushi headed down there and found him sitting at his desk, busy with his work. He hadn't realized Khushi had came in at first, but when he sat up straight, he saw her.

"How long were you standing there," he asked.

"Long enough to enjoy the view," Khushi smiled.

Arnav sighed and held his hand out. Khushi walked on over to him and climbed into his lap, snuggling into him and nuzzling his cheek.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice, I've been so busy dealing with all this paperwork."

"It's okay, love."

Arnav sighed, his nose buried in Khushi's hair. "I love it when you call me that."

Khushi smiled softly. "Anything else you love about me?"

"Mm hmm."

Khushi looked at him. "What?"

"You in my boxer briefs."

Khushi grinned and looked down at the black Calvin Klein boxer briefs she was wearing. "It's been a while," she smiled at him.

Arnav nodded. "Did you ever return the ones you took from me the first time you came here?"

"The pinstriped one? I had planned on it, but in the end, it went back and forth."

"Keep it - it looks better on you."

"Cause I rock them better."

Arnav chuckled. "That you do."

Arnav's mac dinged and they both looked up to see an e-mail had arrived. Arnav opened it up and read it, Khushi relaxing in his arms. It was almost eight and Etta had come in, telling them that dinner was ready, and left.

Khushi got up. "Aren't you coming?"

"I will angel. Just gimme a few more minutes with these papers."

Khushi smiled softly. "Okay."

She headed towards the door and was about to leave, when she paused at the door. She hadn't even asked him why he hadn't done what he had agreed to.

Khushi turned to look at him. "Arnav?"

Arnav glanced up at her. "Yes angel?"

Khushi sighed. She loved it when he called her that. "Um... why haven't you done anything yet?"

Arnav looked up at her. "Done what?"

"That," she said, making air quotations.

Arnav understood and his lips crooked up. He leaned back in his chair and ran his index finger over his lip. It was obvious that he was completely humored.

"Well," Khushi questioned, her voice tiny.

"You're so cute when you're impatient," he smirked.

Khushi blushed furiously.

Arnav stood up and went over to her, holding her by her waist. "Just be patient. Good things come to those who wait," he teased.

Khushi pouted slightly. "Okay."

"Good girl." He turned her around, facing her back to him. "Now go eat," and he spanked her butt.

Khushi gasped at the contact, shocked that he had actually done that. When she looked back at him, he was already at his desk and he winked at her.

Playful Arnav, Khushi exclaimed in her head. Yes!

She grinned like a four year old and skipped down the hall, heading to the kitchen, leaving an amused and chuckling Arnav behind.