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.