Chapter Sixty Seven

After these new revelations were made, Arnav had taken Khushi upstairs to the bedroom. They spent the night making sweet, passionate love, though it was ironic to Khushi since they were at a BDSM club. They spent the night there, wrapped in each other's arms.

Khushi awoke to Arnav running his fingers through her hair, making her smile. He gave her a kiss and carried her into the bathroom. Khushi felt her heart bloom as he took care of her, brushing her teeth and washing her up. It was all very sweet, until he had her sit on the toilet.

"You can go now," she said when he didn't move.

"Why? Embarrassed?"

Khushi blushed. "Uh, yes. Now go!"

Arnav crossed his arms. "Khushi its not a big deal."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Yes it is!"

"You've peed with me in the bathroom before."

"That's because you were in the shower and you always steam it up, so you can't see anything nor hear anything!"

"And?"

"And? Arnav how can you be so casual about it?"

"Because it is."

Khushi felt her bladder kick in. "Arnav please-"

"Just pee Khushi."

"No! Leave!"

"Khushi-"

"Leave, I can't hold it anymore," and she reached out for his arm to push him out, but Arnav moved out of reach.

"Stop being a baby-"

"I am not-!"

Khushi could no longer hold it in and her bladder went steam ho! Khushi crimsoned, completely mortified, while Arnav just stood there as if nothing were going on. When she finished her business and cleaned up after herself, she washed her hands and hid her face in them, absolutely mortified.

Arnav move behind her and held her waist. "Khushi, stop feeling so embarrassed."

"Are you kidding me, that was mortifying!"

"For what? This isn't anything new-"

Khushi turned in his hold. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I've done this with my submissives before."

"You watched them pee?!"

"I took care of them," he stressed, shaking his head.

Khushi felt stupid and blushed.

"It's not a big deal. It's my job to take care of you." He moved closer to her. "As your future husband and as your Dominant."

Khushi's eyes widened a her eyebrows shot up. "You mean....?"

Arnav nodded and Khushi couldn't believe it! A big smile spread across her face as she threw her arms around him and hugged him.

"Think you, thank you, thank you!!!"

"You're welcome angel. Now let me go."

Khushi did as he said, bringing her arms to her sides.

"Now, I've agreed to this, but things will be slightly different than what I used to do."

"But-"

Arnav cocked his eyebrow and Khushi quieted down, not to mention feel her insides bubble.

"It's different between us. Which means that this will be different as well. Okay?"

Khushi nodded.

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Khushi bit her lip. "Yes Sir."

Arnav smiled. "Good," and he kissed hr forehead. "Now come on, into the shower we go."

Khushi entered the shower, Arnav behind her. The water came cascading down on the two, Khushi jumping to the sudden cold. Arnav held her to him, Khushi enjoying his warmth. It all felt perfect for Khushi.

Arnav pulled away and Khushi looked up at him. "Clean me."

Khushi frowned." What?"

"Clean me."

Arnav picked up the body wash and loofa, and gave it to her. Khushi looked at them for a moment before her brain kicked into motion. She squeezed some soap onto the loofa and did as she was instructed. As she did, she remembered one of the BDSM blogs she had read some time ago, of a wife who was her husband's submissive and did things like this and much more. She looked up at him with a smile and Arnav looked at her with pride. It made Khushi feel proud of herself, and she did her duty with pride.

"Every part of me angel."

Khushi paused and looked at his length. He was hard and Khushi had a good idea where this was going. So she did as he said, cleaning every part of him, focusing on one spot in particular. She moved her hand along his length, her hands sliding over the soap, and Arnav gripped onto her hair tightly. Khushi loved his strong grip on her and moved her hands faster. She was determined to make him cum with her hands, and he did. He came all over Khushi's face and hair, Khushi gasping as the first gush of cum sprayed on her. Some of it made it to her mouth, the rest all over her.

Arnav hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up, then kissed her. Khushi moaned into his mouth and gazed at him when he pulled away.

"Job well done angel. You'll be rewarded for this."

Khushi grinned from end to end and let him wash her up. When they finished up with their shower, Arnav took Khushi downstairs. They had breakfast in the VIP room with the other VIPs who were there as well.

"Would you like a mimosa, angel?"

Khushi nodded.

"Good. Go get it."

Khushi frowned and Arnav cocked his eyebrow. Understanding that this wasn't up for debate, Khushi got up. "Would you like anything Sir?"

Arnav was impressed. "I'll have one too."

"Yes Sir," and Khushi headed to the bar, leaving a grinning Arnav behind, who was rubbing his finger over his lower lip.

Khushi went over to the bar and made her order. While she waited, she looked back and watched Arnav's back, his muscles bunching up as he moved.

How lucky am I?

"Well, well, well...."

Khushi's eyes widened as she turned to Kalavati's voice.

"I never expected you here."

Khushi looked away as she came closer. The woman wore nothing but a silk robe and since the room was air conditioned and pretty cold, Khushi could tell that she was naked for obvious reasons.

"Good morning Kalavati," Khushi said instead.

Kala crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?"

"Arnav brought me here."

"Is that so...."

Khushi remembered what Arnav had told her the night before and was disgusted. She didn't like her one bit and wanted her away from Arnav.

"You-"

"Stay away from my Arnav."

Kala cocked eyebrow. "Your Arnav?"

"Yes, my Arnav. I don't want you anywhere near him."

"Oh? But we're family. He's my stepbrother."

Khushi clenched her fists. "You disgust me."

Kalavati chuckled and Khushi was even more disgusted. "I'm assuming Arnav told you everything."

"Everything."

Kala smirked, tilting her head. "And here you are.... Well, you don't matter to me anyway."

Khushi looked at her curiously.

"Arnav gets rid of all the women in his life. For some reason, you've lasted longer. But a pattern is a pattern, and Arnav will leave you soon enough."

"Excuse me-!"

"And then he'll be mine; with the one who has been there all along."

Khushi scoffed. "Yeah right."

Kala scowled at her. "Everything Arnav is today is because of me-"

"Wrong. You may have introduced him to this place and to his first sub, but Melinda made him what he is, as well as the other VIP members, not you."

Kala simply shook her head.

"Plus, he'll never look at you that way."

She cocked her eyebrow.

"Arnav can't stand you nor your mother. What makes you think he'll ever care, forget like you."

Kala opened her mouth to speak, but Khushi cut her off.

"You may be thinking that you and Arnav have a chance legally and can even go farther with your nonexistent relationship..."

Kalavati scowled at her. 

"... but it's never going to happen. Arnav loves me, and loves me alone. The only people who are important in his life are his father, his Di, and me - his future wife."

Kala smirked. "As far as I know, it's been quite some time since he's proposed to you, and yet you guys haven't even set a date."

Khushi's eyes slightly widened.

"Are you guys really getting married, or is it all crap? "

"Why you-!"

"I doubt this wedding will happen. Arnav will leave you for one reason or another - either because of him..." She looked her up and down. "Or because of you."

Khushi felt her fear stir within her.

"It's just a matter of time."

The bartender had placed the mimosas on the counter when they were ready, Khushi not even noticing in the heat of the conversation. Kalavati took one of them and walked away, sipping on it as she did. 

Khushi just stood there, Kala's words echoing in her mind. 

He wouldn't leave me. He'd never leave me! No way, he never would... as long as I don't tell him about-

"Khushi?"

Khushi flinched and snapped back to reality, seeing a concerned Arnav.

"What's taking you so long. And where's the other drink?"

Khushi looked down. "Kalavati."

"Kala- she was here?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav looked away with annoyance. "That girl... stupid phone call, otherwise I would've came here and she-"

Khushi walked away, suddenly feeling the urge to go home. Everything had been perfect, up until Kalavati showed her face. 

Arnav went to her and grabbed her by her wrist. "Angel-"

"I want to go home."

Arnav could tell she was being serious, so he nodded and took her home. 

*~*

When they got back to Khushi's apartment, Khushi went straight into the bedroom. She stripped out of her dress and felt some the tension go off of her shoulders, as small as it was.

Arnav came into the room and watched her for a moment. Khushi simply stood there, breathing in and out at a steady pace. He went over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"Are you okay, angel?"

Khushi nodded. "I'm fine," she said, her voice small.

"Are you still going to lie to me? You know it doesn't work," he said, massaging her shoulders. 

Khushi rolled her head to the side, enjoying his hands on her.

"Tell me angel."

Khushi pursed her lips. "Why won't you bring up the wedding?"

Arnav paused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"I mean why don't you mention anything about picking a date? Or at least a potential time."

Arnav resumed his handiwork. "Is that what it is," he lightly chuckled. "Well, I assumed you wanted to pick it out, knowing how you ladies are about all of this."

Khushi rolled her head back and looked up at him.

"I remember my sister once saying how important a wedding and marriage is for a woman. Everything needs to be perfect for them, be their fairy tale come true. I just assumed you I wanted the same."

Khushi continued to look at him.

"Don't you want that angel?"

Khushi turned around and faced him. "I do."

"So go ahead and decide to do whatever you wish. You just tell me the time and the place, and I'll be at the alter, waiting eagerly."

Khushi frowned lightly, though she couldn't help the small smile on her face. "Well, not exactly an alter."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows.

"I want a traditional wedding. You know like pheras, mangalsutra, sindoor - all of that."

Arnav pretended to be in thought. "You'll still become my wife, right?"

Khushi giggled and playfully hit his chest. "Duh!"

Arnav chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. "Then deal. Although I don't understand the point of a mangalsutra when you'll have a wedding band."

"It's traditional," Khushi defended.

"Alright, fine. I guess I'll have to trade that ring for a mangalsutra."

Khushi held her left hand to her heart. "You wouldn't dare!"

Arnav chuckled. "Of course not. That ring is special to me."

Khushi looked at it curiously. "Oh? How come?"

"Well, once I started up my company and was getting bigger and bigger and money was coming in, I had someone trying to find the ring my mother had."

Khushi eyebrows shot up.

"I showed him some pictures I had where you could see her ring and tried to describe it. He managed to find something similar to it, eventually finding the actual one."

Khushi looked down at the ring, her hand now in Arnav's.

"Once I realized that you were the one for me, I started thinking about the ring. And when I realized that there was something more between us, something more than probably my parents had, or at least different, I knew altercations needed to be made. So I told my guy and he had the ring worked on, adding the loops to symbolize forever - infinity."

"Not to mention add a whole bunch of tiny expensive diamonds," Khushi grumbled. 

Arnav chuckled. "I thought diamonds were a girl's best friend."

"Not for a girl like me. Arnav I worked two minimum wage jobs before you came into my life. Diamonds were way out of the picture, forget even in my mind."

"Well now they are."

Khushi looked at her ring as it glistened in the sunlight which poured into the room. "I'm afraid of it."

Arnav couldn't help his laugh. "Don't worry, it won't eat you."

"No but someone might want to eat it."

Arnav shook his head still humored. "Don't worry about it angel."

"Easy for you to say - you're not wearing an insanely priced ring."

"True," Arnav chuckled.

"In fact... you're not even wearing at all." Khushi's eyes widened. "Oh I'm so horrible!"

"Khushi-"

"How can I be moping around when I haven't even gotten you a ring yet? Oh why am I so stupid?"

"You're not stupid-"

"Uh, yeah, I am! I gotta get you a ring, and then we can decide on potential dates and a venue and of course there's a guest list and holy fuck this is gonna be expensive-!"

"Breathe Khushi. Breathe."

Khushi frowned. "This isn't funny."

"You're right, it isn't.  But if you continued anymore, you'd faint."

Khushi continued to frown and Arnav placed a kiss over her frown-lined forehead. 

"It'll all be okay."

"I hope so."

Arnav pulled back. "I've got to go to the office and I'm gonna go check on the penthouse later. Okay?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav smiled and pulled back. He headed to the kitchen for a small snack, when he paused at the door. "Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"Wanna go to work with me?"

Khushi cocked her eyebrow. "Why? Wanna be distracted," she teased. 

Arnav tilted his head from side to side. "Something like that."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a distraction."

"You're a wanted distraction."

"That's what I'm worried about," she teased.

Arnav rolled his eyes. "Come to work with me."

Khushi thought about it for a moment. Not seeing the harm in it, she agreed. 

"Great," he smiled, and he walked away.

Khushi looked forward to spending the day with him. Although the morning had been a bit soured by Kalavati, she refused to let the rest of the day be spoiled.

A day at work with Arnav should be fun.