Chapter Fifty Four

Khushi woke up to see Arnav beside her, working on his laptop.

"If this is supposed to be a vacation, you're doing it wrong," Khushi teased.

Arnav grinned and kissed her. "Well I can't just drop it."

"Why not," Khushi pouted.

Arnav chuckled and kissed her once more. "Because it just won't do. Now come on, up you get."

Khushi groaned and stretched, then got up. At first she thought of covering herself, but then decided not to and went to the ensuite bathroom, feeling Arnav's eyes on her. It made her giddy with joy that he was so in love and so obsessed with her, and she couldn't wish for it in any other way!

Khushi washed up, lavishing the big bathroom, in comparison to those tiny cubicles on a regular airplane. It was totally a big deal, especially since there were marble counters.

I don't know how I'll ever go back to regular commercial flights now.

Khushi heard voices from the other side of the door, and then the door shutting. Just to be safe, she wore the silk robe that hung on the back of door and rejoined Arnav. On the table was some food on a platter, however it was the strawberries and melted chocolate that caught her eyes.

"See something you like," Arnav teased.

Khushi stuck her tongue out at him. "You know I'm a foodie."

Arnav chuckled. "How mature of you."

Khushi ignored his tease and went to pick up a strawberry. However Arnav interjected and Khushi gaped at him.

"Ah! Don't come in between a woman and food. Food always wins," she pointed out.

"Oh really? And what if it's food mixed with something... naughty."

A delicious shiver ran up her spine. "N-naughty? Like what?"

Arnav smirked that signature sexy smirk of his and Khushi bit her lip. Arnav walked around, his hand trailing on her waist. Khushi sighed and relaxed, letting him do whatever he was about to do to her. Arnav pulled on the sash of her robe and it opened immediately. He slowly removed the silk off of her body and let it pool at the floor. At this point Khushi was panting, waiting for whatever it was to come next.

Arnav reached beside her to pick up a strawberry. He dipped it into the chocolate and carefully got rid of the excess and brought it to Khushi's lips.

"Bite," he whispered in her ear.

Khushi shivered and did as he said. He brought it to his lips next and took a bite, then picked up another. He dipped it into the chocolate once more, ridding it of the excess. Instead of giving it to Khushi to eat, he pulled Khushi's hair aside and traced the strawberry over her shoulder, smearing it with chocolate. Khushi gasped then moaned when she felt his tongue on her. He continued to trace the strawberry to her neck then brought it to her lips.

"Bite."

Khushi held his hand in hers and took a bite of the strawberry while Arnav continued to tease her shoulder and neck. Khushi finished the strawberry and Arnav nuzzled her beneath her ear.

"You're so sweet," he whispered. "Even without the chocolate," and he nipped her earlobe.

Khushi moaned and gripped his hand tighter.

"Your taste... your smell... you're intoxicating."

Khushi stifled her moan as she felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. She had never been praised like this before, not this intimately for sure.

Arnav moved his free hand lower, moving it to where her thighs met. His fingers parted through her folds causing Khushi to gasp.

"So wet, so ready," he praised.

Khushi trembled.

He brought his wet fingers to her lips. "Suck."

Khushi took hold of the other hand and sucked on the offered finger, moaning as she did. She felt Arnav bulging behind her, ready to come out, and she couldn't wait for him to be within her again.

"Good girl."

Arnav released his hand and turned her around. He slowly pushed her back onto the bed and had her lay down. Khushi watched as Arnav brought the small tray that held the strawberries and chocolate.

"Careful now," he admonished as he placed the tray on the bed.

Khushi nodded, though she didn't think that her movement would be a problem since the bed was so big.

Arnav picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the chocolate once more. He brought it over Khushi and instead of getting rid of the excess on the tray, he let fall onto Khushi. Khushi gasped as the droplets of chocolate fell onto her stomach and chest. Arnav brought the strawberry to her breast and traced it around her nipple, earning a delicious moan from her. He did the same with the other then brought it to her cleavage, drawing a straight line down to her navel and further to her womanhood.

Liking his handiwork, Arnav put the strawberry back and looked at his outline. "Hmm... should I start from the top or the bottom?"

Khushi's chest heaved with anticipation. She didn't care which side he started from so long as she had him.

Arnav eyed her heaving breasts. "Top it is."

He pulled off his t-shirt and removed his jeans, tossing them aside. He moved his body over Khushi's and watched Khushi for as moment as she looked at him with desperate eyes. Pleased, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and Khushi moaned loudly before she clamped her mouth shut with her hand, remembering there were other people on board as well.

Arnav removed her hand. "Sound proof walls."

Khushi's eyes widened. "Really?"

Arnav's eyes twinkled and he winked, going back to her breast. Khushi moaned, this time not caring how loud or quiet she was. She ravished in the attention and pleasure she received from Arnav as he sucked, toyed, and teethed her nipples. As Arnav slowly moved down along the trail of chocolate, Khushi panted, her chest heaving as he moved lower and lower. His tongue dipped in her navel, licking the chocolate off of her, then traced lower. Khushi pulled herself up and watched as he went lower and lower until he reached that sweet spot.

Only, to Khushi's dismay, he stopped. She groaned in frustration and felt him chuckled against her.

He looked up at her. "Impatient are we?"

Khushi bit her lip. The way he was looking at her... absolutely heady.

Arnav kissed her right above that sweet spot and Khushi moaned. He dipped his nose between her legs and smelled her, Khushi gasping as her cheeks inflamed once more.

"You smell so lovely."

The blush on Khushi's face reddened.

He spread her legs apart and looked at its glistening folds. "So wet."

Khushi's chest heaved as the embarrassment continued to over take her as the man she loved analyzed her. Though he had seen her so many times before, this was more intimate than anything they had ever done before.

Arnav reached out and picked up a strawberry. Instead of dipping it in the chocolate, he left it plain. He held it out for Khushi to see and Khushi looked at it curiously. Before the question could cross her mind, Arnav dipped the strawberry between her folds and Khushi tried to clench her legs shut. But Arnav sat in between, so she couldn't. He brought the strawberry back up, which was now glistening. Khushi watched as Arnav bit into the strawberry. It was intimate,  much too intimate, so Khushi turned away, shutting her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just seen him do.

Arnav chuckled softly and dipped the bitten strawberry onto her again. Khushi stifled her moan and Arnav watched as he bit into the strawberry once more, finishing it. He pushed the tray aside a bit more, just to be safe, and reached into the side table to pull out a condom. Khushi watched his hand as he pulled it out the condom from the drawer then met his eyes. The two looked at each other as Arnav removed the condom and rolled it on. He moved his body over hers and placed himself at her entrance. His eyes remained on her, his eyes searching for her permission. Khushi reached between them and guided him into her, both gasping when they did.

"Make love to me," Khushi whispered. "Please."

Arnav kissed her and slowly began to thrust into her. It remained this way, with sweet kisses exchanged, soft moans and grunts in the air. Hands drifted across their bodies, going over every sinew and admiring the other. Smiles spread across their lips as their love bloomed with each second and each thrust. Their speed gradually rose as their want for the other increased. They established a sweet rhythm and increased the tempo, making it fast.

"Arnav," Khushi gasped, "come on me."

"Are you sure?"

Khushi nodded.

They met each other faster, desperate for their release and Khushi found hers, her body arching up as she did. As she tightened around Arnav, he thrust into her harder and faster, then pulled out, removed the condom, and came on her stomach with a grunt. Arnav movies his hand along his member, getting every last drop out of him. He clasped beside, breathing heavily.

Khushi looked at the tray, still in good condition as she had expected. She reached out to get a hold of it and pulled it closer.  As she picked up a strawberry, Arnav noticed and looked at her curiously. He watched as she dipped the strawberry on stomach, covered in his cum, and took a bite.

Khushi's eyes met his and she winked.

Arnav chuckled and kissed her forehead. "My angel. All mine," he said proudly and adoringly.

Chapter Fifty Three

Khushi's body bloomed with life as her back arched and she tossed her head back in ecstasy for who knows how many times that night. Her body collapsed and she landed on Arnav's chest, who was also breathing heavily due to his release. Both laid quietly as the sun began to rise and light up the room. Arnav began to run his fingers through Khushi's hair and she nuzzled his chest, enjoying his embrace.

Arnav chuckled lightly. "Should I call you my kitten now?"

A small smile spread on Khushi's lips. "I like it." She turned her head up to look at him. "But not as much as when you call me your angel."

Arnav smiled and cupped her cheeks to pull her in for a kiss. He then looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?"

The smile on Khushi's lips went away. "I'm fine."

"Are you?"

"Yes."

"Then why won't you look at me when you say it."

Khushi looked up at him with nothing to say.

Arnav tucked away her hair behind her ear. "What's wrong angel?"

Khushi shook her head and laid her head back down on his chest. She gripped his sides, that little tinge of fear still within her. Arnav could feel it through her, as if it were a physical thing. So he decided not to question further and let her relax as he ran his hand over her back, moving it slowly up and down along it until they both fell asleep.

*~*

Khushi woke up with a start and realized that she was alone the room. Panic once again began to seep in, when she saw the little note on top of the nightstand.

Went to work, didn't want to wake you up. I love you.

Khushi sighed with relief and realized then that she had been clutching onto Arnav's pillow tightly. The realization of her fear only became clearer by her actions. Khushi whipped around to her nightstand and picked up her phone. She went through her call log, seeing the phone number that had caused this mess in the first place. It only appeared once, which meant the person had only called once. That relieved Khushi somewhat, however when the question rose to when the person would call again, fear overtook it.

Not wanting to go back to that dreaded feeling, Khushi got up and went to wash up. As much as she tried to forget it, her mind was still clouded by it all. Khushi moved to brush her teeth when she saw a small post-it on the mirror with a smiley face drawn on it. It made Khushi smile when she realized it had been Arnav that had put it up.

He knows me so well.

Khushi continued on with her daily routine and went down for breakfast. Once that was complete, she went into the study and turned on the iMac. She went through her emails and saw the various companies she had applied to, requesting her to schedule an interview. Some of them wanted to see her this week, some next week, and some after.

Khushi leaned back in the chair with a sigh. Her mind kept wandering off to the day before and all of the get away talk. All these days she had been so insistent on not going and needing to get a job. Yet now when the opportunity was right in front of her, she couldn't get herself to do it.

What's wrong with me, she sighed.

*~*

Arnav walked through the door with a bag in hand. He was sure that his treat would make Khushi really happy.

"Khushi," he called out.

Khushi came walking into the kitchen and her eyes landed on the bag immediately. "Paris Baguette," she squealed.

She went running over to him and took the bag right out of Arnav's hand, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She removed the box from the bag and opened it up, revealing the cappuccino buttercream cake.

"Eep! Thank you so much," Khushi beamed as she went to get a knife, fork, and plate.

"You're welcome," Arnav smiled as Khushi began to slice herself a piece.

The instant the piece of cake met her mouth, she had entered heaven. She moaned in delight as she shut her eyes, savoring it.

"Ugh, I'm in love," she moaned.

"I thought you already were," Arnav teased as he sat beside her.

"I'm in love again!"

She took another bite and moaned once more, causing Arnav to chuckle, not to mention give him a few ideas. Khushi held out a fork full of cake to Arnav and he looked at it with an eyebrow arched.

"Are you sure you can depart from even a bite," he teased.

Khushi frowned and moved the fork closer to his lips, causing Arnav to chuckle and take the bite.

Khushi looked down at her slice. "I'm know why you did this... thank you," she said softly.

Arnav tilted her chin up to him and kissed her, licking the bit of buttercream off of her face, making Khushi giggle.

"Since you've brought me a gift... I should give you one as well."

By the look on her face, Arnav could tell that she had one in mind. "Like what?"

Khushi stood up and held out her hand. Arnav looked at it, then her, and took it. Khushi led him up to the bedroom, Arnav having a feeling where this was all going, when he saw the suitcase and duffle bag on the floor.

"It's not much, since I don't exactly know where we're going..."

Arnav turned to Khushi.

"...but I'm assuming this is enough."

Arnav looked at the luggage in shock.

"And I've got my passport," Khushi said, picking it up from the nightstand.

Arnav looked at it and then at her. None of it made sense to him. The day before, she had been insistent on not going, expressing that loud and clearly, yet here she was, all packed and ready to go.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Arnav walked over to her and pulled her into him. He hugged her tightly, but not too tightly, burying his face in her neck. He knew last night definitely had something to do with her sudden change of mind.

"What about the interviews," he muttered.

"I'll just do more applications when we come back or reschedule."

The urge she once had in getting a job was gone, that Arnav could tell for sure, which only made him more curious.

"Are you sure? You don't have to-"

"I want to," she said quickly, tightening her grip on him.

His suspicions were only confirmed by her action and truth be told, he was selfish and happy to have her all to himself.

"What time do we leave?"

Arnav pulled back and held her hands. "When would you like to? The jet is prepared."

"Oh... well then is it possible to leave tonight?"

Arnav's eyebrows shot up. "Are you sure?"

Khushi nodded. "Mm hmm."

"Oh... well in that case... sure." He was truly in shock.

Khushi smiled softly. "Thank you."

Arnav kissed her softly then placed a kiss on her forehead. "You never have to thank me."

Arnav went off to call up his people to get the flight and plans ready. Meanwhile Khushi went into the dressing room to help Arnav start packing. Arnav soon joined her and the two continued to pack, Arnav adding a few more of Khushi's things into her bags. Soon they were all packed and all precious belongings were put away in safes.

By one o'clock, their car was ready and the two were driven to JFK airport. Going through a special entrance, Khushi was shocked when she didn't have to go through all of the annoying airport security, though very happy cause she hated that stuff. Nigel stopped the car by the jet and Khushi gazed at it.

"I've never flown in one of these before," Khushi whispered.

Arnav kissed the top of her head and held her. "There's a first for everything. Shall we?"

Khushi nodded and followed behind Arnav. With her right foot in first, because silly superstitions didn't seem so silly to her right now, she entered the jet. Khushi was in awe of the cleanliness of the jet, admiring the cream leather seats and the fine polished mahogany.

The two sat down and the stewardesses introduced themselves, as well as the captain and co-captain.  Everything was handled and cared for, and take off was a go. Khushi squealed with excitement as the plane began to take speed and felt her stomach drop when the plane rose into the air. She watched the city below her disappear as they went into the clouds.

The signs indicating to wear their seat belts turned off, indicating that they could move about.

"Come," Arnav said as he stood up. "Let me show you around."

Khushi got up and followed behind Arnav as he led her to the back to the cabin. Khushi was surprised to see a bed, though not so much at the same time since she had a feeling there would be one.

"So we sleep here then... that's so much more comfortable than sleeping in a chair," Khushi said, remembering her last experience on a plane.

"And no wailing children or seat kicking."

"Ugh, you had me at no wailing."

Arnav chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm really glad you're here."

Khushi turned in his hold and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want to be with you anywhere you go."

Arnav smiled and kissed her, the kiss slowly heating up and taking a turn in direction.

Khushi pulled back and pursed her lips. "Am I about to enter the mile high club."

Arnav smirked and kissed her once more. "We are."

Arnav sealed her lips with his once more, taking her down onto the bed. It filled Khushi with joy and pride that Arnav had never done this before, not with any of the other girls. It gave her the sense of ownership and she needed it to be known.

"You're mine," she whispered in between kisses.

"And you're mine."

Khushi moaned into their kiss and tugged on Arnav's shirt. He sat up to remove it and Khushi followed, removing hers as well. Their lips collided once more and Khushi worked on Arnav's belt and jeans as she moved onto her knees. Arnav worked on her jeans as well and both removed the other of their clothes until they were fully naked.

Khushi caught his lips in hers once more then slowly descended. She moved along his neck, going down his chest and teased his nipples, then moved lower and lower until she reached his manhood. She took it in her hand, getting a gasp out of Arnav's lips. She took his lips once more as she lazily ran her hands along his length.

"Mine," Khushi whispered.

"Only yours angel."

She kissed him once more before taking him into her mouth, which earned her a groan. She ran her tongue on the tip then took him into her mouth slowly, withdrawing slowly as well. She continued to do so, causing Arnav to breath heavily as she took him into her warm mouth.  He took hold of her hair into a make-shift ponytail and guided her. Slowly her speed began to increase, her hands joining in on the task. Arnav grunted and groaned, loving the sight of her bobbing head and the pleasure she gave him. 

Khushi looked up at him through her lashes and Arnav moaned at the erotic sight. He felt himself build and knew he was close to his release, but he needed this to stop.

Tugging on her hair, Arnav tried to pull her back up, earning him a little graze of her teeth, causing him to buckle. He brought Khushi's lips to his and kissed her fiercely as her hands continued to work on him. Arnav reached to the bedside table and pulled the drawer open to get a condom - yes he was very well prepared. He pushed Khushi back, causing her to loosen her hold on him, and moved over her. Ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, he rolled on the condom and entered Khushi in one swift move, both groaning out in pleasure.

Arnav's knuckles whitened by how tightly he was clenching the sheets. "Fuck you're so tight angel, fuck, fuck!"

Khushi's insides involuntarily clenched him, and Arnav groaned once more. He looked at her with a heating gaze, causing Khushi to gasp and involuntarily clench him again, earning her a growl from his throat. It became clear that this could be done fast, both ready to lose control. Arnav moved his hands up beside Khushi's head and he eased into her slowly, deliciously. Khushi moaned and clenched onto him, causing Arnav to slightly lose his balance. He gripped onto the pillow tightly and slowly withdrew from her. Khushi whimpered and gripped his waist.

"Faster," she cried.

"No angel, I need this slow," and he slowly buried himself within her.

Khushi cried out. "Please," she begged as he slowly pulled back.

"No," and he repeated it again.

Khushi whimpered and begged, needing him and wanting him badly and fast. She met his hips with hers, hoping that it would urge him to move faster, but Arnav gripped her waist and held her down.

"Baby please," she cried.

"Slow," he grunted.

Khushi groaned, tossing her head back. As delicious as this was, she wanted to be fucked into the next millennia! She gripped his ass tightly, her nails digging into his flesh. It made Arnav lose his balance and he thrust in faster than he had intended, giving Khushi exactly what she wanted.

Arnav pulled back and looked down at Khushi. "Angel-"

Before he could get his full sentence out, Khushi turned them over and straddled his waist, holding his hands in hers. She began to ride him slowly and Arnav groaned.

"Don't like it when the shoe is on the other foot huh," she teased.

Arnav could only groan in response. Khushi loved torturing him like this, but she had her needs. She raised herself up slowly, as payback for what he did, then dropped down rapidly, earning a cry from both of their lips. Khushi repeated it again, withdrawing slowly, then dropping down fast again with a grunt. She did it once more and could no longer control it, and began to ride him fast.

"Fuck," Arnav groaned.

He slowly moved up into a sitting position and held Khushi as she rode him. His hips tilted up to meet hers and the two soon created a pattern. As both felt their peaks nearing, they gripped the others hair and rested their foreheads atop of the others, tugging on the air between them. It was only a matter of seconds until both exploded with a cry and gripped the other tightly at their release. Arnav kissed Khushi's chest and laid his head on it as the two came down from their high. He took her down down with him as he collapsed onto the bed and Khushi buried her face in his neck.

The two stayed that way for a while, before Arnav pulled out and discarded the used condom. He then rejoined Khushi and cuddled next to her, pulling her into his body as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Where are we going?" Khushi asked as sleep slowly overtook her.

"You'll find out soon enough. It's a long flight, so you'll find out after we wake up."

"Can't you tell me now?"

Arnav smiled into her hair. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise." He kissed her hair. "Sleep sweet angel of mine. You'll find out soon enough," and she did just that.

Chapter Fifty Two

Arnav came walking through door, loosening his tie as he spoke on the phone.

"A deal is a deal Mr. Mathews, I'd expect you of all people to understand that."

Arnav entered the kitchen and saw Khushi and Shyam sitting around the island in the stools.

"I don't care for your excuses; either you're in or you're out," and Arnav hung up on the man.

"Hey," Khushi smiled softly.

"Hey...."

Arnav stepped around to Khushi and wrapped his arm around her waist. Shyam's eyes fell to that, watching the man hold his baby sister protectively, even as he laid a kiss atop of her head.

"You remember Shyam, my brother."

Shyam stood up and held his hand out. "Hi."

"Hi," Arnav responded curtly.

The men shook hands and Khushi could feel the tension.

"Will you two cut it out," she frowned. "Keep your male egos down."

The two men looked at Khushi as they released their hands.

"Oh yeah, I can feel it."

Shyam rolled his eyes. "You're my sister, you should be used to this."

"Yeah well I kind of didn't have to worry about that for the past few years," Khushi muttered.

No one said anything for a moment until Shyam broke the silence with a sigh.

"Well I should get going."

"Already," Khushi pouted slightly.

"Stay for dinner," Arnav said.

"No, that's alright. I've actually got to take care of something."

As Khushi stood up, she eyed her brother carefully. "What kind of something?"

Shyam tried to frown, but the smile was evident. "Mind your own business baby sis, or do I still need to speak in IM with you?"

Khushi frowned. "Shut up," and Shyam chuckled.

"I'll talk to you later. Arnav," he nodded.

"Shyam," he responded.

Khushi followed Shyam out and when they called the elevator, Shyam turned to her.

"Khushi-"

"I know, I know."

Shyam frowned. "But will you?"

Khushi looked down at her hands. "I'll try." Because I have to.

"I hope you do."

The elevator arrived and Shyam stepped in. "Text me."

"I will," Khushi promised.

The elevator doors closed and took Shyam away. Khushi turned back to the doors and took a deep breath. After the emotional roller coaster ride she was on earlier in the day, she was afraid what the evening would bring.

I have to tell him, I really do, but how? How do I tell him who I once was? What I did and how I....?

With another deep breath, Khushi entered the penthouse, making the worry go off of her face. She rejoined Arnav in the kitchen and headed to the fridge.

"Hungry?"

"Yeah. What was Shyam doing here?"

Khushi pulled out what she needed to make Arnav a sandwich. "I invited him."

Arnav was shocked. "You did?"

"Yeah. Arnav I told you, my brother's... well my brother. He never did me any wrong."

Arnav nodded in understanding. "But your parents did."

Khushi nodded even though it wasn't a question. She finished preparing a turkey sandwich for Arnav and placed it in front of him.

"Aren't you hungry," he asked.

"Not really."

"Uh huh...."

Khushi helped Arnav remove his suit jacket and she sat down beside Arnav as he sat down. Arnav bit into his sandwich and watched Khushi. She was off in her own mind, toying with one of the buttons on his suit. He was about to ask her if something had happened when his phone pinged. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he saw that it was Rose Anne.

The ping brought Khushi back to reality. "What is it?"

"The renovations will be as scheduled. So we should leave-"

"Arnav-"

"The day after tomorrow-"

"Arnav-"

"So pack your bags-"

"Arnav-"

"Preferably for warm weather."

"Arnav-"

"I'll call my secretary and have him prepare the jet."

"But-"

"You've got your passport right?"

Khushi frowned. "I'm not going."

This time Arnav scowled.

"Arnav, we've been over this. Look, I've got places to apply to and emails to get back to so I can schedule an interview. So-"

"Forget about that. You're going away with me-"

"Arnav I can't just do that."

"Actually, you can."

"Arnav, for the love of-! I'm not going, and I mean it. I've got to work if I wanna feed myself-"

"That's nonsense!"

"How is that nonsense?"

"Because I take care of you. I help you, I provide for you, you don't need to work ever again!"

"And you've done enough! Now it's time for me to take care of myself. I've been doing it for years Arnav, I can take care of myself. Besides, who am I to get that kind of luxury?"

Arnav just looked at her. One moment he was sitting down, the next he was up on his feet, hauling Khushi over his shoulder with a spank.

"What the f-?"

Arnav began to walk out of the kitchen and went into the private elevator.

"Put me down," Khushi wiggled.

Arnav didn't release her and walked out of the elevator and into the bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed and straddled her, holding her hands in his.

"Arnav-"

"When I let you go, you will pack your bags and get ready of anything you need for when we're gone."

"But-"

"If you do not do it yourself, I will tie you up and get you on that jet, and buy you a whole new wardrobe."

"That's insane!"

"So pack your bags," he smiled and pulled back, releasing her.

Khushi just looked at him as he went around to put his phone on charge. She sat up and scowled at him, but Arnav ignored her and pulled his MacBook from its sleeve, and sat on the bed to do some work. Khushi continued to scowl at him, but he continued to ignore her.

"I don't see you packing," he finally said.

"I won't."

"Angel...."

Khushi gaped at him. "Don't you angel me!"

With a huff, Khushi got up and stomped out of the room.

"You better be going into the closet from the other side," she heard Arnav say.

Khushi muttered and grumbled, and headed for the stairs instead. However just as she reached them, she was whipped around and was once again hauled over Arnav's shoulder.

Khushi groaned loudly and gripped his waist. "You're so annoying!"

Arnav responded with a spank.

"Hey!"

"The only one being annoying is you. Can't you just do as you're being told?"

"No," she replied stubbornly.

Arnav entered the dressing room from the other side and placed Khushi down. "Start packing."

"Arnav-"

"Khushi for the love of-!" Arnav turned away and took a deep breath. "Angel, you will start packing, right now, or so help me, I really will tie you up and take you away right now."

Khushi gaped at him. "You wouldn't."

Arnav simply looked at her, his expression challenging her. Of course Khushi knew that he would and his look reminded her of that.

Khushi's shoulders slumped. "But I don't want to," she replied with a small voice, looking down.

Arnav sighed heavily. "Fine," and he walked out.

"Arnav-"

Arnav walked out of the room and went back into the bedroom. He picked up his MacBook and phone, then walked out.

Khushi followed behind. "Arnav-"

But Arnav continued to walk away and went down the stairs. At first, Khushi just watched him descend down the stairs, then felt a little pang in her chest, which then began to bloom with fear.

"Arnav!"

Khushi began to go down the stairs as well, following after him. However Arnav was farther ahead at the speed he was walking in. As Khushi followed him through the penthouse, she reached the foyer, missing Arnav slightly as he disappeared into the elevator.

For a moment Khushi stood still, her eyes wide and the fear visible in them. She stood there silently and just stared at the elevator doors. She didn't know how long she stood there - seconds, minutes. Time no longer mattered to her.

Etta came walking by with a duster in her hand, when she saw Khushi standing with the door ajar. "Khushi?"

Khushi didn't respond, so she went over to her and placed her hand on Khushi's shoulder. Khushi flinched back to reality and looked at her. Not saying a word, the poor girl walked away and went back upstairs into his bedroom. She sat on the bed, her legs huddled to her body as she rested her chin on it.

Why am I feeling such fear? I know he's only angry because I won't go away with him but why am I so scared?

You know why, a dark and eerie voice replied. He's going to leave you just like that when he finds out what you did to-

Khushi covered her ears to mute out the voice. It stopped and when she thought it was done, it began to chuckle.

Do you think that by blocking out my voice, you can avoid the inevitable?  He calls you his angel, pulling him away from the darkness he was once engulfed by. Little does he know that you are engulfed by darkness as well.

Please stop-!

No Khushi, I won't. How long will you deny to yourself that you are, as a matter of fact, no angel. That you live a lie. That the person you try to be isn't who you really are, but a m-

Don't! Just don't....

The eerie voice began to chuckle again, turning into a sinister laugh. Khushi covered her ears once more but the laughing didn't stop. It continued on, drowning Khushi in it.

*~*

"Khushi..."

Khushi's eyes shot open and she found herself in the middle of nowhere, or so she thought in the beginning.

"Khushi..."

Khushi whipped around, looking across the vast field.

"Khushi..."

What am I doing here, Khushi wondered, taking in the familiar place.

"Khushi..."

That voice... oh my gosh!

"Khushi..."

Khushi began to run, aimlessly. Her mind told her to run and her body simply responded, expelling her thoughts. Soon the environment around her changed, taking her into a hallway filled with lockers.

What the-? What am I-?

The sound of laughter echoed and Khushi turned to the source of it.

Oh no.

Khushi began to run away, wanting to get as far away from the scene as quick as possible. She ran as fast as she could, when the scene changed once more, causing her to stop. It was dark of night and she was in the middle of the road.

Khushi felt her body go cold. No, no, oh please, no, get me out of here!

"Khushi..."

Khushi whipped around to the voice and turned around, but there was no one else there.

"Khushi..."

"Who's there," she cried. "Why won't you show yourself?! Who's there," she screamed as tears poured down her cheeks.

"Khushi..."

"Show yourself! Show yourself!!!"

"Khushi..."

Khushi covered her ears, but the voice continued to call out her name, echoing even as she sobbed and screamed, begging for it to stop as she dropped to her knees.

"Stop," she screamed, as her body began to curl up.

"Khushi?"

Khushi looked up. This voice was different.

"Khushi."

Khushi looked up and saw Arnav. Relief began to flood in and she let go of her ears. Arnav simply looked at her as she slowly stood up.

"Arnav," she whispered, a small smile coming to her lips from the relief she felt.

However it was only there for a short moment because Arnav began to walk away.

"Arnav?"

Khushi tried to walk towards him, but her feet wouldn't move. She looked down at her feet and tried to lift them up, but she couldn't. It was as if her legs were made of lead and she couldn't lift it.

"Arnav!"

Khushi tugged at her feet to try to free herself, but she couldn't. 

"Arnav! Arnav please- Arnav!"

Arnav didn't turn back and continued to walk away, his figure growing smaller and smaller.

"Arnav! Come back! Come back! Arnav-"

"Khushi!"

Khushi's eyes shot open, returning her to reality. It was dark, the twinkling city lights peeking through the windows. Her body was covered with sweat and something heavy. At first she couldn't tell what, until it's warmth and familiarity synced through.

"Khushi-?"

Khushi turned in Arnav's hold and buried her face in Arnav's chest as her feelings overwhelmed her and she began to sob.

"Hush, I'm here angel, I'm here," Arnav soothed. "I'm right here, I'm right here."

Khushi continued to cry, gripping onto Arnav's t-shirt.

"Khushi, I'm right here. It's okay, I'm right here, I'm right next to you."

Khushi's body shook, still overwhelmed by her nightmare.

Arnav kissed the top of her head and held her to him. "I'm right here Khushi, I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."

His words comforted Khushi and she slightly pulled back so that she could see his face. Arnav wiped away her tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead.

"I'm right here angel."

"Why did you leave me," Khushi whispered.

"I didn't mean to walk out on you like that, I just... I was worried about losing my cool and... and hurting you like last time," he replied, looking down.

Khushi clasped his cheek in her hand and pulled him to her, kissing him desperately. "Don't you ever leave me like that again. If you do, you'll break me-"

"Hush, angel, I won't."

"Promise me-"

"I promise."

They sealed it with a kiss, turning it into more as Khushi pulled his body over hers. She needed him now more than ever and she needed to be loved. She needed to forget that horrible dream, or rather nightmare. She wanted to forget it ever happened in the first place and wanted to lose herself to Arnav. She wanted the remnants of the nightmare out of her mind and to fill it with Arnav only. She wanted to forget the past, focus on the present, and have a future with the one man she would ever love.