Chapter Thirty

For Anysia - her post: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3775308&PID=100692931&#p100692931

It was late night, almost 3 AM. Arnav had gone to bed at 11:30, after showering, and since then, Arnav couldn't fall asleep. His eyes were wide open, not an ounce of sleep in them. He just couldn't sleep. All Arnav could think of was Khushi. He was worried. He tried to convince himself that she was fine, but he couldn't accept it - he was just too worried about her.

Unable to sleep, Arnav got up and went out of his room. He headed downstairs to the middle floor and went to the library. Walking over to his desk, Arnav opened up the top drawer and got out a set of keys. They were the master keys and Arnav could open every single door.

Arnav headed across the conference room to Khushi's door. Finding the key to her room, he inserted the key and turned it. Quietly, he carefully opened the door. Inside, it was dark, lights from the skyscrapers peeking in through the windows. Khushi was asleep on her bed, wrapped in the sheets she had ran away in earlier. Arnav quietly walked over to her and carefully sat beside her, making sure to not wake her. Arnav reached out and brushed Khushi's hair aside and then cupped her face. He noticed the dry tear stains on her face and felt his heart clench, understanding that she had cried herself to sleep.

Arnav clenched his fists. Getting up, he went to the bathroom and found a small washcloth. He went over to the sink to wet it and then went back to Khushi. Carefully, he wiped her face clean, making sure she didn't wake up. As he cleaned her up, he couldn't help but to gaze at her.

She used to be a very chripy person, Arnav said in his head. Always bubbly and out-going. And now... now she's nothing. ... she's been hollowed out... because of me....

Arnav placed the washcloth on the bedside table and then used the hem of his navy blue t-shirt to dry her face. He noticed that her face was pale. Not deathly pale, but pale. There was absolutely no glow to her whatsoever. The blush on her cheeks had disappeared as well.

"This is all my fault," Arnav whispered aloud. "If you had never come into my life- or even if I had never come into your life, then this never would've happened. If I hadn't gone around and increased my interest in you, then none of this would've happened."

Khushi shifted and turned, resting her cheek on his hand, as she reached out and held his arm.

Arnav felt his heart twist and it hurt him. He remembered the times they had spent together and realized something big. Something very big, and something she didn't and needed to know.

"I've fooled you Khushi," he whispered. "I displayed myself completely wrong. I made you think... I've tricked you Khushi," he said, turning to her with pain in his eyes. "The man that you fell in love with... that's not me. I'm not... I'm not the man you think I am or who I showed you. I'm cruel. I'm harsh. I'm cold. I'm not the man you think I am. I'm much more different that - the complete opposite."

Khushi snuggled into his hand, making Arnav sigh.

"It's so much more easier to talk to you asleep. This way I can just let it out." He caressed her hair. "If you only understood who I really am - then you'd never love me. You wouldn't have fallen in love with me in the first place. Instead, you would've ran, and maybe, just maybe, that might've been the better thing to do, rather than you being here with me and suffering."

Arnav bent down and kissed Khushi's forehead. Khushi let out a sigh and snuggled again. Arnav carefully removed his hand and got up. When he was at the door, he looked back at her once more time, and then left.

Once the door shut, Khushi opened her eyes. Tears formed in her eyes and came flowing down. She slowly sat up, holding onto the sheets, and cried. Everything Arnav had just said, she had heard.

Khushi wiped her tears away. "I don't care what you did," she whispered to herself. "Be it that you faked your persona or something else, I know who I fell in love with - I fell in love with a man with a heart. It's just lost right now, I know it is. If you really claim that you're cruel and cold, you never would've came to check up on me." Khushi sniffled. "I will be strong," she said, wiping away her years. "I could never leave you - I will get my Arnav back, no matter what."

Khushi looked out to the city and went over to the window. The lights looked beautiful, shining radiantly, illuminating the skyline.

But is it right of me to stay, Khushi wondered. Will I be able to fight this... this weird... whatever it is, for him? His actions... they were so cruel.... The way he broke those glasses... it was just too cruel. And what he tried to do with me... what am I going to face?

*~*

It was around 9 AM when Arnav came down for breakfast. Etta was in the kitchen making breakfast, when he joined her.

"Khushi," he hollered.

Etta looked at Arnav and then looked away. Arnav found that somewhat weird, but he couldn't blame her. After the commotion created yesterday, it was obvious she heard a thing or two. But Etta knew him. Etta knew his ways, but she never said a thing - it wasn't any of her business. She was only there to tend to Arnav's care-taking, and she enjoyed doing so because she loved her job.

Khushi still hadn't came in, so Arnav called her out again. "Khushi!"

Etta turned to face him, wiping her hands with a small towel. "She's in the living room, Sir. I thought you knew."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "No. Why?"

Before Etta could open her mouth, Arnav got up and decided to go check it out himself. When he entered the living room, he saw one of his workers talking to Khushi. 

The worker's eyes met Arnav's. "Oh! Good morning, Sir," he said as he stood up.

Khushi stood up as well, but she didn't look at him.

"I just came by to tell you of a party that's being hosted at the Hilton Hotel. By Rock-"

"Yes, I know where it is. Thank you."

The guy looked down, feeling slightly awkward and scared. "Um, the details have been sent in to you in an e-mail. I was just asked to come in and tell you just in case you didn't-"

"Well you've done your work. We will be going and since you've done your job, you can leave now," Arnav said, his eyes bold.

The guy gulped and nodded. He knew an order and that was more than an order - that was a demand. Every staff member knew the difference when Arnav Singh Raizada ordered, and when Arnav Singh Raizada demanded.

The guy left, shutting the doors behind him. The room was quiet, neither Arnav nor Khushi saying a thing. Khushi was silent and didn't want to say anything because she didn't want Arnav to know that she had heard what he had said to her last night. It just didn't seem like the right thing to do, especially since she didn't know how he might react.

But at the same time, she was also angry. What he did was wrong. 

Since Arnav wasn't saying anything, Khushi started to leave for the kitchen. She had only walked a few steps when Arnav reached out and held her wrist and pulled her to him. Their bodies collided, flesh against flesh. The two just looked at each other, not a peep coming out of the other's mouth.

Arnav felt uneasy. He had this feeling coursing within him ever since he had returned to his room last night. He wanted to say something - he really did. He could feel his stomach bloating up, his words trapped within. He wanted to let his words out - but he just couldn't, which was ridiculous!

If Arnav Singh Raizada wanted to say something, he would say it - no one could hold him back.

Khushi just waited, but Arnav said nothing. Annoyed, she pushed him away from her and went towards the kitchen. Arnav groaned inward and followed behind Khushi. When Khushi got to the kitchen, she went over to the island and looked at Etta.

"Etta, I'd like to go shopping today. Could you tell Nigel for me and have him get ready. I'd like to go now."

Etta just nodded and left the kitchen. When Etta stepped out of the room, Arnav went over to Khushi, who had gotten some OJ out of the fridge and was pouring some for herself.

Arnav took in a deep breath and let it all out. "Talk to me Khushi," he nearly whispered.

But Khushi said nothing and walked out of the kitchen with her OJ. Arnav groaned once more and followed behind her.

To be honest, he felt like a sick puppy who wanted it's owner's attention. 

He followed her up to "their" room and went into the dressing room. Khushi was drinking her OJ and was planning her outfit, while Arnav just looked at her. He was feeling very confused. One side of him was pissed, not liking her attitude whatsoever, and knew how to handle her very well. The other side just wanted to go over to her and ask for attention and to hear his apology. His mind was just a mess, as if someone had scrambled it up and had thrown it all over the place.

"Khushi talk to me," Arnav said.

This time, his anger got the best of him, his anger clear in his voice.

But Khushi ignored it.

Arnav's anger took total control and he went over to her and yanked her by her left arm and made her face him. "Talk to me dammit!"

Khushi just looked away, continuing to ignore him. Arnav didn't like her attitude whatsoever and pushed her back against the wall, causing Khushi to cry out in surprise. Arnav moved his body against hers so their chests were against each others. He dived in to her neck and began to nibble on it, which would usually turn her legs to jello. But today, she cried out, denying him completely. Arnav decided to soften it, by placing butterfly kisses, but Khushi still rebelled, trying to push him away. Arnav still wouldn't give up, so he thought of kissing her on her soft lips, which she loved oh so much. But when Arnav reached for her lips, Khushi turned away, making Arnav's heart pit. He just looked at her, not able to understand why his heart acted that way and especially why Khushi acted that way.

"Why did you turn away," he asked, his voice unbelievably small.

Khushi looked at him with anger crystal clear in her eyes. "Because I can," she stated strongly.

Arnav's heart stirred again, but he ignored it. "But I want you," he said.

"No, you don't," Khushi said and then she pushed him away from her, which he allowed her to do so. Khushi stood straight and looked him straight in the eyes. "You don't want me Arnav. You only want my body, that's it."

She stepped around him, grabbed her clothes and purse and headed out the room to her room, leaving Arnav there to wonder on her words.



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Chapter Twenty Nine

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

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

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

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

*Flashback*

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

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

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

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

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

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

*End of Flashback*

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

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

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

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

Arnav took the call. "Hey Di."

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

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

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

"I'm good."

"... and Khushi?"

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

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

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

"Chote, please don't get mad-"

"Di, answer my question."

"Chote, I really trust her so I-"

"Answer. My. Question. Di."

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

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

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

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

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

"What have I done," Anjali cried.

*~*

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

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

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

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

Khushi got out two flute glasses and placed them down. 

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

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

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

"Arnav what-"

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

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "What-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Arnav stop! You're hurting me-"

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

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

She felt completely empty and broken.

*~*

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

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

"Khushi? Khushi are you in there?"

Nothing. Not a sound came out.

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

But there was no response.

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

Not a peep.

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

Nothing.

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

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

"Nine..." Arnav counted.

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

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

Khushi said nothing and continued to stare straight.

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

No response again.

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

Khushi said nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Twenty Eight

Khushi sat down at a bench and looked out to the harbor. Khushi was in Battery Park, a place she would go to whenever she needed to think. Before, she would wonder why she would come to this place in particular. She would wonder why she loved this area so much. But after hearing what Anjali had told her, Khushi wondered if what Anjali was actually true.

*Flashback*

"I just knew at that point that you were a gift sent from my mother from up above."

*End of Flashback*

Khushi shut her eyes and then looked up at the sky. It was cold and cloudy, the sky dark. She saw the clouds moving and then she looked at the harbor. Khushi stood up and went towards the railing and leaned against it. As she saw the boats sailing about, Khushi went into thought.

Arnav truly did love his mother, didn't he, Khushi wondered. He sounded like a sweet little boy who could only think of his mother. Khushi smiled. A Mama's Boy. Khushi's smile faded. But after what happened to his mother.... Could that be it? Could that be the reason? Is Arnav scared to love? Is he scared that the one he loves so much will leave him? But he loves his sister enough that he would sacrifice the world for her! ... but he also is distant from her. He barely even mentions her! So could it really be that he is scared to love someone?

It must be. It must be that he's scared to love. He loved his mother so much, that when she passed away, he blamed himself. He loves his sister so much, that he keeps her away from him, living alone in another borough! 

And then a thought struck her head.

Could it be that... that Arnav loves me? Could he really? Is that why he acts so harsh with me?

Khushi thought to all the events that had happened between them.

Yes... yes, Arnav must love me. That's why he's been acting this way. He really truly must love me. At first, he might not have realized, but then... but when he did realize... he was scared. He was scared to loose one of his loved ones!

Khushi's heart fluttered.

Arnav loves me. He really does love me.

Khushi felt her heart thump.

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!
Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

He loves me. Arnav loves me.

Khushi shut her eyes.

And I love you too, Arnav.

Khushi looked up at the skies and smiled. Realizing that Arnav loved her meant the world to Khushi. Although he had a very strange, peculiar way, Khushi was happy. Many girls may have ran away from his actions, but Khushi was strong and she didn't. And now, knowing why Arnav behaved the way he did, Khushi felt proud; she felt strong and was grateful that she never broke and had never left.

Khushi was so happy, she began to twirl around. There was a guy playing on his guitar and Khushi began to dance to it. Some people stopped and watched Khushi and when the music was over, Khushi did as well and realized what she had done. She blushed and curtsied slightly as everyone clapped. Khushi beamed brightly, when she noticed the time.

Oh no, she exclaimed in her head. I'm late! I better get going, and she dashed out of the park and headed home.

*~*

"Where the hell is Khushi," Arnav roared.

All of his workers flinched while looking down at the floor.

Arnav and the others were all in the gallery, all the workers lined up.

"Will someone answer the g*d-damn question," he boomed.

His workers continued to look down.

Arnav moved his hand through his hair. "It is your job to make sure of where she goes", Arnav boomed. He looked at his security. "You men are supposed to keep watch of surveillance and none of you don't even fucking know when she even fucking left!" Arnav looked at Nigel. "You didn't even take me to work today, so you should've at least gone with her!" And then Arnav looked at Etta. "You're always home, and you don't even have a clue when she left the doors?!"

They all gulped.

Just then the front doors opened. Arnav's head whipped to see the doors, as well as did the others'. As the doors opened, they revealed Khushi. Khushi looked up and saw everyone standing before her. She saw Arnav and knew by the look of his face that he was angry- no, pissed.

"Go back to your work," Arnav simply said, and everyone dispersed.

Etta went back to the kitchen and the others headed towards the doors. Khushi stepped around the small table in the middle of the foyer, giving the others space. Nigel was the last one to leave and he shut the door behind him. Once the door shut, Khushi looked up at Arnav. He still looked very angry, but it slowly went away, and he looked relaxed and relieved.

This is more than enough proof, Khushi said in her head, smiling in her head as well.

Arnav stormed over to Khushi and pulled her into a hug, surprising Khushi very much.

"Where were you," Arnav boomed. "Don't ever leave like that again!"

I must be right, Khushi thought.

Arnav was getting angry again and pulled away from her to look at her face. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Battery Park," Khushi replied softly.

"Why didn't you pick up your phone?! Do you know how many times I've been calling you?! You weren't picking up so I came home and you weren't fucking here!"

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows and took out her Galaxy Note 3. Arnav had upgraded her phone without even telling her, but he had all her stuff transferred into the new one. She took the phone out of her pocket and saw that it wouldn't turn on.

"It's dead," Khushi replied.

Arnav groaned and shut his eyes. When he opened them, Khushi could see his anger crystal clear. Then out of nowhere, Arnav grabbed her face and kissed her roughly, his fingers entangled in her hair. Khushi was still at first, knowing that he was really angry. But as the seconds passed, she could feel him softening slightly and began to kiss him back, holding onto his forearms.

Arnav broke away first and looked at her with a piercing gaze "You are coming to bed with me. NOW!"

Khushi nodded. "Okay."

Arnav was shocked. He couldn't believe that she had agreed with him so quickly. These days whenever he would tell her to come to bed with him, Khushi would refuse and then they would get into a fight. But today, she had easily said yes.

*SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT*
Arnav didn't waste anymore time thinking on it and took her with him, up to their room. Arnav was hell-bent over angry and he planned to fuck her. Once they came through the gallery, he harshly turned her around to face him and took her coat off and then pulled her top off. He dived his mouth straight to her breasts and began to bite them as he took her bra off. Khushi didn't rebel and Arnav took her whole breast in his mouth and sucked on them hard. Khushi moved her hands to his waistcoat and unbuttoned it, as well as his shirt, and then discarded them. She arched her breasts into his mouth as she moved her hands through his hair.

Arnav was feeling confused by her actions. Khushi never acted like this in these situations. Whenever Arnav would get angry and would tackle her with sex, she would cry out in pain from the harshness. But today, instead of doing the usual, she was being sensual.

Shaking his confusion out of his mind, he threw Khushi back on the bed, and assaulted her again. Instead of hearing her cry out, he heard her moan. Arnav's confusion returned and he was confused even more than before. Khushi could tell by his gestures that he was getting confused by her actions. Caressing his face, Khushi tilted his face up, making him look at her. Arnav looked into Khushi's eyes and Khushi looked into his. Arnav was so caught into her gaze, he didn't even realize that Khushi had turned them over and that now she was above him and that he was laying on the bed.

Khushi reached up and kissed Arnav's forehead softly, making Arnav close his eyes. She kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, and his chin, lovingly. Arnav looked up at her as she lovingly caressed his cheek with her hand.

"I will never leave you Arnav," Khushi said softly. "Never, ever."

Arnav looked at her confusedly, his eyebrows scrunched. Khushi kissed him softly against his lips, taking Arnav and herself away from the world, making sweet, passionate love.

*~*

Both laid in bed exhausted, breathing heavily. Usually they would go for one round, but today, they had just completed their third round of making love.

One thing for sure, Arnav was still very much confused.

Khushi turned and wrapped her arm around Arnav and snuggled into him, sighing into his chest. Instinctively, yet confusedly, Arnav wrapped his arm around her waist and looked at her. Khushi was smiling lightly, her eyes closed, her completely relaxed.

"Khushi," Arnav said in his after-sex, raspy voice.

"Hmm?"

"Why did you say that?"

Khushi looked up into Arnav's eyes. She knew just what he was talking about.

"Because it's true," Khushi whispered, looking directly into his eyes.

Arnav just looked at her, and Khushi knew that he was looking into her eyes to see if she really meant it and that she wasn't lying.

Khushi moved her hand up to his hair and entangled her fingers in his hair as she moved up to be face-to-face with him. "I will never leave you," Khushi whispered against his lips. "Not now," she said, kissing the left corner of his lips, "not ever," and she kissed the right corner of his lips.

Arnav had his eyes shut as she said this. Hearing her say those words stirred something inside him. These days, he kept getting these fluttering feelings inside him. Not just now, but a few months now. That too, after a while since him and Khushi had gotten together.

Arnav looked at Khushi as she softly smiled at him. She kissed him on his forehead and then rested hers against his. Arnav groaned and turned her over and began to kiss Khushi lovingly and deeply. It was like a flood of emotions had erupted from him and were all being poured into his kiss. But it made no sense to Arnav. Him, Arnav Singh Raizada, was not an emotional man. He had locked those those things away since that incident had happened, and he refused to be weak. But now, after all these years, this woman who was now in his arms, had unlocked that part of him.

*MATURE CONTENT*
Arnav sat up on his knees, taking Khushi with him. Khushi had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, caressing his head. Arnav nuzzled Khushi's breasts and Khushi shuddered. Arnav needed her at that moment, so he quickly got out the fourth condom they'd be using that night, and placed it over his manhood. Khushi too couldn't wait any longer and once he rolled the condom over, Khushi placed her opening over him and allowed him to indulge himself within her. Both groaned to the pleasure they felt and moved together. Neither could take their eyes off the other until the pleasure built. Khushi's hold on Arnav tightened, as well as did Arnav's. He placed Khushi back down and continued to thrust.

"Aaah... Arnav," Khushi moaned.

Arnav moved his hands up and took Khushi's hands in his and moved them up above her head. He pinned them down with his fingers entangled with hers and kissed her neck.

"Arnav," Khushi whispered.

Arnav rested his forehead on Khushi's and looked at her, Khushi looking into his eyes as well as he slowly thrusted. Arnav leaned in and caught her lips with his and passionately kissed her. Khushi moaned softly as he kissed her, tightening her grip.

Arnav's thrusts quickened a bit, making Khushi moan slightly louder. Arnav buried his face within the crook of her neck and began to suck on her sweet flesh, kissing it and biting it, all the while, Khushi was moaning. She wrapped her legs around Arnav's waist and brought her hands down. She placed one hand through Arnav's hair and placed the other through his arm to hold his shoulder.

"Aaaah," Khushi moaned.

Arnav nuzzled her cheek.

"Hmmm... Arnav," she whispered.

Khushi's moans were getting louder, which meant Khushi was getting close. Arnav himself was getting closer and had increased the pace of his thrusts. But Arnav wanted them to come together, so as he felt Khushi nearing, he slowed down, making Khushi slightly calm down. He would continue steady, Khushi moaning lightly, and then slowly increase the pace. He did this a good three times when he felt himself about to cum.

"Aaaaah! Aaaah! Arnav.... mmmmmm!"

Arnav sat them up and Khushi rolled her hips to meet Arnav as he tilted his pelvis up to meet her. Both were breathing harshly and Khushi knew he was close. Khushi joined Arnav, both moving really fast, when Khushi hit the brink and tossed her head back.

"Arnav!!"

Arnav let out a harsh breath and grunted. "Khushi!!"

Khushi's head fell on Arnav's shoulder as if she were a rag doll. Her arms just hung to her sides, completely tired out. Arnav kissed Khushi's shoulder and laid her down. Khushi lazily looked up at Arnav and smiled softly. Arnav kissed her softly on her lips and then rested his head on her breasts, his favorite pillows. As Arnav caught his breath, Khushi roamed her fingers through Arnav's hair, soothing him from their just done deed. Eventually, both fell asleep in each others' arms, in complete bliss and pure love.

Chapter Twenty Seven

(Note: Back to present)

Khushi was sitting down at the table as Etta placed breakfast down. She placed Arnav’s coffee down and Khushi’s iced caramel latte as well. Khushi just sat there as she had flashbacks of their past. Within a few minutes, Arnav came in, dressed up and ready for work. The two ate quietly, no one saying a word.

Arnav finished his breakfast and whipped out his phone. He went through his contacts and dialed a number and left the room. Khushi finished up as well and went up to their room and got Arnav’s coat. Even though winter was ending, it was still pretty chilly outside. She found Arnav in the living room, going through a file and talking on the phone.

“I want all those files transferred and saved into the system,” Arnav said into the phone, and then hung up.

He placed the file down on the coffee table and turned to see Khushi holding his coat. She looked adorable in her knit, natural white sweater and black leggings, her hair up in a bun.

Example of Khushi's Outfit

Arnav went over to her and turned so that Khushi could put his coat on for him.

When Arnav faced her again, Khushi said “don’t stay out for too long. I know you have that lunch with the Russians, but try not to stay outside for too long. And don’t drink that ice cold water from your mini-fridge – you’ll get a sore throat.”

Khushi finished buttoning his coat and turned to leave, when Arnav stopped her. He held her from behind, his arms wound around her waist.

“How is it that you’re still here,” he muttered against her ear. “You’re such a strong girl Khushi.”

Khushi looked straight forward. “I’m being strong for the both of us.”

“Hmm….” He turned her around and cupped her face, looking at her for a few seconds and said “thank you.”

“For what,” Khushi asked confusedly.

“For last night.”

Of all the times that Khushi had soothed Arnav at night, this was the first time he had ever made any comment about it.

“You’re welcome,” Khushi replied, unsure of what else to say.

Arnav smiled lightly and kissed her for a good minute or so. He nuzzled her right cheek and said “see you in the evening,” and then pecked her cheek again and left.

Khushi stood still for a second and then went to the door. Arnav had just gotten into the elevator and when he saw her, he lightly smiled. Khushi smiled as well and gave a little wave before he completely disappeared, the doors closing and hiding his beautiful face. Khushi went back in and went towards the kitchen.

“It’s pretty cold today, isn’t it, “Etta said as Khushi came into the kitchen.

“Yeah, its chilly.”

“How about a nice cup of hot cocoa?”

“With marshmallows?”

“Done.”

Etta prepared the hot chocolate as Khushi sat at the island. Khushi felt really confused. She couldn’t understand what was going on at all. Well, of course, Arnav’s behavior just recently was different, but could it be because he’s starting to change?

Etta handed Khushi her hot chocolate and Khushi went off to the terrace and walked around the whole floor. As she sipped on her hot cocoa, Khushi went into thought.

Why is Arnav so complicated, she wondered. What could be the reason?

She took another sip of her cocoa.

I need to find out. In all this time, I haven't gotten a single answer! Where am I going wrong?!

And then it hit her.

There is a way to find out. ... And there's only one person I can get those answers from.

*~*

Taking the train down to Brooklyn, Khushi headed to her destination to talk to one specific person - Anjali. Anjali meant the world to Arnav and if Khushi was going to find answers, she would have to go to the main source, which was Anjali.

Getting a transfer, Khushi got on the bus and headed to Bay Ridge, one of the richest spots of Brooklyn, or so some say. Khushi gazed out the window, gazing at the houses. All the while, she just kept thinking of Arnav. Ever since she had started thinking of her's and Arnav's past, that was all she could think about. She soon arrived to her stop and got off the bus. She walked her way to the Raizada House and rang the bell.

"Who is it," a voice hollered.

The door opened, revealing Anjali.

"OMG! Khushi," Anjali exclaimed, and she hugged Khushi. "What are you doing here," she asked, pulling away. "I wish you told me you were coming," she pouted. "Then I would've made a feast for us!"

Khushi shyly shook her head. "Actually, it was just a last second thing."

Anjali scrunched her eyebrows. "You mean you came here for the heck of it?"

Khushi shook her head. "No, I didn't mean  it like that-"

Anjali giggled. "I'm just messing with you. So what's up?"

"Um... well, the thing is... there was something I wanted to talk to you about."

Anjali scrunched her eyebrows again. "About what?"

"... about Arnav," Khushi whispered.

Anjali's eyebrows shot up as her eyes slightly widened.

"... why does he act like the way he does?"

"Wha-what do you mean," Anjali asked, crossing her arms.

"Why does Arnav have those nightmares," Khushi asked softly.

Anjali's eyes widened, her eyes filled with fear.

Khushi reached out and held Anjali's hands. "Please, you have to tell me. Please Anjali, please tell me."

Anjali snapped from her trance and looked back at the house and then at Khushi. "Just wait here a minute."

Before Khushi could say anything, Anjali released herself and went back into the house, shutting the door. Khushi stood there for a few seconds, when the door opened again, revealing Anjali in her coat.

"Come with me," Anjali simply said.

*~*

Anjali had taken Khushi with her in her car, a BMW to be exact, and drove down to Brooklyn Bridge Park. Anjali got out without a word and Khushi followed. Anjali made her way to the benches and stood by the railing, gazing out to the city. She took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air of the city. Khushi just looked at Anjali as Anjali relaxed.

"My mother always loved this area," Anjali said. "Of course, Brooklyn Bridge Park didn't exist until recently. But before, my parents, Chote and I would go to Pier 17, right there, across the river in Manhattan," Anjali said, pointing at the small, red building. "Especially to Battery Park - my mother loved it so much, she would want to go every other week, though my father complained, saying that we should go to other places as well," she chuckled.

Khushi smiled lightly, liking that she was getting some information on Arnav's and Anjali's mother. Of course, Arnav had told her a little something about her before, but Khushi was always curious to know more.

Anjali looked at Khushi and Khushi's smile disappeared to Anjali's serious face. Khushi gulped as Anjali turned to her.

"Khushi, there's a reason why I brought you here," Anjali said.

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"Chote and I don't usually talk about Ma that much. We keep it to ourselves. But the reason why I'm telling you a bit about her, is because I trust you. ... I also trust you enough to tell you about my Chote."

Khushi's eyes widened slightly to Anjali's revelation.

Anjali sat down at a bench behind them and gestured Khushi to sit down beside her. Khushi did so and looked at Anjali.

Anjali gazed out to the harbor. "Ma always had a deep connection to Chote. Chote loved her as well. He loved her very, very much. Sometimes, I would even get jealous of the bond," Anjali sightly chuckled.

Khushi smiled faintly.

"Chote was always hung onto Mumma. He was like a Mama's Boy," Anjali chukled. "She was all Chote could think of when we were little. For every holiday, he would always want to do something special for Ma. Like on Mother's Day, he would bug me into making breakfast for her, and then he'd tell her that he did it all, taking all the credit," she chuckled.

Khushi smiled.

"One time, for mother's day, Chote wanted to make a cake. I told him that he couldn't do the baking because he was young, so he decided to mix the cake batter. I was in the other room to keep Mumma distracted when we heard a clatter. We both went running in to see Chote completely covered in flour," she laughed.

Khushi couldn't help but to laugh as well.

"It was just hilarious! Poor Chote went into a fit and was crying ridiculously, saying that he ruined- no, destroyed, mother's day! The poor thing. The whole day, he had locked himself in his room! Ma kept asking if she could come in, but he refused. Finally, he had let her in and Ma soothed him, telling her that it was his love that mattered." She sighed. "Everything was perfect in our small world. But then...."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Then...?"

Anjali sighed and looked up at the clouds. "Mumma loved Papa very much - oh so very much! Chote would get jealous sometimes, but Ma would always tell him that she secretly loved him more," she smiled. "Anyways, Mumma really loved our father. He was her world, besides us that is. ... but then she found out that he was cheating on her."

Khushi's eyes widened. Arhat cheated on her, she wondered completely bewildered.

"Chote was still young.... He... he was going to Mumma's room and when he got there, he... he... saw Mumma hanging," and Anjali broke into tears.

Khushi looked at Anjali wide-eyed and in shock.

"I still remember Chote screaming that day, shrieking loudly and trying to help her. I came running in and I was in shock, but I had to run and help! I just had to! But it was too late and...."

Anjali covered her face as she cried, Khushi holding her shoulder as she shuddered with tears in her eyes, her throat closing as she felt a lump build in it.

Anjali sniffled and wiped her tears away. "When... when Mumma was cremated... Chote didn't allow Papa to do anything. Chote had completed all the rituals that day. As Mumma turned into ashes before our eyes, Chote was also turning to ashes. Only, while Mumma was becoming a pile of ashes, Chote was shedding a layer and was becoming a completely different person." Anjali sniffled. "He blamed himself that day. He blamed himself, saying that he couldn't do anything for our mother. He was supposed to be her biggest love, but he had let her down. Thinking that, a new thought developed in his head - that Mumma hadn't truly loved him enough like he had. And since then, he felt like it was his fault."

Khushi broke into tears as she heard what Anjali said. She had never expected to hear anything like this from her. Not ever! But to hear this made Khushi's heart pit.

"Since then, Chote's thoughts had changed. His feelings for Mumma had even changed. Soon, he... he began to hate Mumma," Anjali cried. "Him! My Chote! The one who was crazy for our mother... and he," and Anjali cried even more.

Khushi hugged Anjali as the two cried.

"I'm so sorry Anjali," Khushi said through her tears. "I had never expected such a big revelation. I'm so sorry for bringing this up. I never should've asked. By asking I've brought out such a miserable truth. If i was never curious.... If I'd never met your brother, then-"

"Shh, don't say that," Anjali said as she snapped away from Khushi. "You really are what your name says - happiness. Of all these years without Mumma, I have always seen my brother stiff. Ever since you came into his life, my brother has learned to smile again. He's learned to laugh, to enjoy! He's learned to live life again! And that's all because of you Khushi - only because of you. When I saw him smile at the navratri party, I knew-I just knew at that point that you were a gift sent from my mother from up above." Anjali caressed Khushi's face. "You really, truly are my Chote's happiness - Arnav's Khushi," she smiled as a tear flowed down her cheek

Khushi looked into Anjali's humble eyes, unsure of what to say.

Anjali gave her a hug. "Keep my brother happy Khushi. He's dealt with enough in his life, that too from a young age. Don't let him suffer anymore."

*~*

After the two ladies had recovered from their tears, they were ready to leave. Anjali offered to drop her off, but Khushi had decided to just take the train.

There was a place Khushi wanted to go to before going home.

Chapter Twenty Six

Arnav sat down in the living room and was tying his shoes on when I came in. We had just eaten breakfast, though breakfast was very quiet. Not once did Arnav say anything, nor even look at me. Could it be because of last night? But for which part? Whichever it was, I'm more concerned for his nightmare. I mean he looked so fragile last night, like he might break!

"Arnav," I began softly, "what did you dream of last night?"

Arnav looked up at me as he adjusted his shoe. I gulped, his expression boring through me.

He stood up and stood right in front of me. "Don't ever ask me that again," he nearly whispered. "Understood?"

I looked at him, confused. "I don't understand- I mean why?" I caressed his face with my hand, Arnav looking at it and then back at me. "I just want to help you," I said softly, looking into his eyes.

For a second, I can swear on it, he looked fragile. His expression had softened for a straight moment, but it went right back to his stern expression, but his eyes were the giveaway.

"No one can help me," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

My lips parted slightly as I scrunched my eyebrows, looking at him in confusion.

Arnav's eyes showed even more vulnerability. "No one has... nor will ever be able to."

He moved my hand away and walked out of the room and left the apartment, leaving me there to stand alone. What does he mean by that? No one can help him? I'm sure if he told someone his problems then he could be helped. But... he said no one has, which means... he told some people? But it didn't work? And what does he mean by "ever be able to"? Is it that bad of a thing?

I'm so confused.

But I'm not willing to give up. Maybe there's a reason why He up there brought me into his life - so that I can help him "recover" from this problem of his. And to be honest, I don't think what he said is true.

And whatever it is, I will find out.

Suddenly, I heard click-clack's and I turned to see... Kalavati?

She looked at me with a smirk and I just looked at her confusedly.

What was she even doing here?

Out of nowhere, she began to clap. "Wow. I must say, just simply wow," and she stopped clapping.

"What do you mean," I asked.

Kalavati leaned against the wall. "I just find it... funny. How you're trying to get to Arnav."

I scrunched my eyebrows.

She looked at me seriously. "Understand one thing - no one, and I mean no one, will be able to help Arnav," and she stood straight again.

"How do you know," I asked, crossing my arms.

She smirked lightly and looked at the floor, and then back at me. "I'm closer to him than you think," and she turned to leave.

I heard the doors shut, but I still stood there confused. What in the world does she mean? Closer to him than I think? And how does she know so much? I mean yeah, they're step-siblings, but he's not that close with her. Then... what?

*~*

Around 7:30, Arnav came home. He came straight up into the room and placed his briefcase. I was in the dressing room and came back through the bathroom. Going over to him I helped him take off his jacket. I moved in front of him, somewhat surprising him and began to unbutton his waistcoat. Arnav just looked at me as I began to remove it.

I could feel his warmth radiating off of his body. And his cologne... oh that smell of him.... I couldn't help myself but hug him, burying my face in his chest. I know it surprised Arnav somewhat because I felt him flinch. But he recovered in a split second and held me around my waist. We just stood there a few minutes, holding, feeling, and embracing each other. I could hear his heartbeat, running in that rhythm that it would always do when we're in those romantic moments. And I knew right there that my Arnav was back. Even if it was for that short moment, I knew my Arnav was here.

Pulling back, I caressed his face. Suddenly, the urge to kiss him built.

"Arnav-"

But before I could say anymore, Arnav covered my lips with his. There was hunger in his kiss and I knew that if we continued, then it would lead on to something else.

And if it led on to something else... I don't want him to be that controlling way.

I pulled away. "Arnav," I breathed.

"Yeah?"

He kissed me again, and I could tell he was in the mood. He didn't seem like he was going to be rough, but I had other things to worry about.

"Arnav... please," I asked, pulling away

But Arnav's mouth traveled along my neck and shoulder. I felt butterflies in my tummy, but I refused to crumble to his touch. I needed to find out what Kalavati meant.

I held onto his shirt above his abs and tried to pull him away. "Arnav- Arnav, please. I- I need to ask you something."

But Arnav held on tightly. "Please Khushi, just drop it."

I shook my head. "It's not about that."

This time Arnav did let go. "What do you mean?"

I noticed Arnav's tie somewhat wrinkled, and I refused to let that happen. I mean its an Armani tie! I quickly worked on it to remove it and Arnav knew my peeve over his stuff getting ruined.

"Um... actually," I began, "it has to do with Kalavati," I whispered in the end.

I felt Arnav stiffen at the sound of her name.

"What," he asked sternly.

"Kalavati said that nobody will ever be able to help you." I looked up at him as I placed the tie on the bed. "What does she mean?"

Arnav began to fume and I knew then that gone was the Arnav who was here a few minutes ago, being the passionate man I love. His eyes grew with fury and anger and by his expression, I could tell that he was trying to control himself from going over the edge. He shut his eyes and clenched his fists, his veins outlining on his skin.

"Khushi," and he opened his eyes, "don't ever, EVER, talk to that bitch again. Never ever again."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "But why? You're not-"

"I don't care! Just don't ever speak to her again." He turned to go to the bathroom, when he looked back at me. "It's for the best," and he left to take a shower.

What is it between him and Kalavati? Did the two get into a really big fight or something? Or is this really some step-sibling hatred?

*~*

Time went by, winter going away slowly and spring approaching. The snow was melting off the ground and rain was coming to take its place. But one thing for sure - the dark clouds remained. Not just in the skies, but above our heads. 

Constantly, Arnav and I would get into fights. It was becoming the usual between us. Arnav would argue and fight with me and then try to hurt me. He would return home at night and I would be sad and angry. Although Arnav never said it himself, I could tell by his expressions that he would get mad at himself as well, but he'd never admit it if I were to ask. But the outcome of our fights were always the same - every night, Arnav would cry out in his sleep and shout and tumble. He would wake up sweating and panting, looking scared to death. After that, I would give myself to him to comfort him. But it not only helped him, but it helped me because this was the only time Arnav was truly loving me. When we would have sex, it was more of the deed, like we were just fucking, but in darkness of night, love was always pure. 

At the end of it, I would always ask him what he dreamt of. But never would he tell me what he dreamt of. Never. But whatever it was, I was determined to find out.

Thinking of all that has happened between us still surprises me. How is it that I got this creature that is called a man? Not even. He was too beautiful to be called "man". I looked back up at him and looked at his angelic face, him asleep, breathing lightly against my forehead. I nuzzled his chest and held him tighter than before. Instinctively, Arnav's hold tightened as well, and I lightly smiled.

I will find out these dark parts to him.

No matter what.

Chapter Twenty Five

It was late night, around 1:30 AM. Arnav was busy in a meeting and it had finally ended and he just wanted to go home. Nigel drove him home and Arnav headed in and went up the elevator. He arrived to the 73rd floor and entered the penthouse.

Etta had heard and came in. "Sir, would you like your dinner now?"

Arnav shook his head. "No thanks, I'm not hungry. I'm just gonna head up and go to bed."

Etta nodded and left. Arnav headed up in the private elevator and went to the top floor. He entered his room and saw Khushi in bed, facing away from him. But Khushi wasn't asleep. She only had her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. Khushi just couldn't fall asleep because she was waiting for him to come home, feeling restless until his presence was around.

Arnav headed to the bathroom and washed up, taking a quick shower. He went into the dressing room and got into his PJs and went back to the bedroom. He climbed into bed and got under the blanket.

Arnav turned towards Khushi and held her around her waist as he looked over her. "Khushi," he softly called out.

Khushi said nothing, continuing to pretend that she was asleep.

"Khushi, I know you're awake," he said softly.

It surprised Khushi how he knew that she was awake, but she made no physical reaction and kept her eyes shut.

Arnav got irritated. "Khushi cut the crap out and look at me when I'm calling you!"

Khushi snapped and got up and faced him. "I will get up if I want to get up and you can't order me! You can't control everyone and everything! So calm your balls down!!"

Arnav's temper rose as Khushi turned to lie back down again, when Arnav grabbed her arm and made her turn around. Khushi whipped right back around and Arnav moved his other hand up and entangled it in her hair so that she would look at him, and Khushi held herself from crying out in pain, pursing her lips.

"I can do as I please," Arnav said dangerously.

Khushi's chest heaved, feeling pain and being scared. "Why," Khushi asked boldly. "Because you had a fucked up past?"

Khushi knew it had to be that because nothing else would make sense of his problem.

Arnav looked at her with anger-filled, wide eyes. He tossed her back, yanking his hand out of her hair, hurting her in the process, making her cry out. He pinned her back against the bed, holding her wrists beside her head.

"Take back what you said," Arnav huffed.

Khushi looked him straight in the eye. "No."

*Slight Mature Content*
Arnav dived in to her neck and began to suck on it. Khushi screamed from the sudden move as Arnav moved his hands under her v-neck and squeezed her molds over her bra. Khushi did not like the sudden gestures at all screamed again. But Arnav didn't pay any mind to it and pushed her breasts out of her shirt and began to suck on them. He bit down on her swells, making Khushi cry out in pain. Khushi began to cry from the pain and her tears streamed down her face.

Arnav had moved to her neck and felt her tears. He let go and looked up and saw the tears streaming down her face as she looked at him. Arnav felt something in him, and he just couldn't see her in tears. He got up immediately and went out to the terrace, trying to figure out what the stir within him was. Khushi turned away and cried herself to sleep, unable to believe that he is the same man that she fell in love with.

*~*

It was around 4 in the morning when Khushi's sleep was disturbed. There was a sound of a scream and Khushi woke wide awake, breathing heavily. She felt Arnav behind her and turned to see him tossing and turning, mumbling something. His eyes were still shut and Khushi thought he must be having a nightmare.

"Arnav," Khushi called out.

She grabbed his arm and began to push him awake. Arnav was still tossing his head so Khushi caressed his face and patted his cheek.

"Arnav, wake up," Khushi said.

Arnav woke up, his eyes wide in fear and horror. He was covered in sweat, panting really hard. Khushi wiped the sweat off of his forehead and caressed his face again.

"Arnav, are you okay?"

Arnav looked at her and Khushi looked at him worriedly. He pulled her into a hug, turning them to her side, pushing her into the bed. He kissed her on her lips, all over her face, her neck and shoulders.

"Give yourself to me," Arnav said in a shaky voice. "Please."

Khushi entangled her fingers in his hair. She had never seen Arnav in such a state. He seemed so vulnerable, so weak. She couldn't stand the sight. She felt Arnav shake in her arms and she wanted to comfort him.

Khushi nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

*MATURE CONTENT*
Arnav groaned on her lips and kissed her hungrily. Khushi responded to his kiss and held onto him tightly. Arnav began to tug on the hem of Khushi's v-neck, so Khushi arched her back up and let Arnav take it off. She wasn't in her bra (because it's bad to sleep in it -> can cause breast cancer), so her top half was completely exposed to him. Arnav disposed his own shirt and pulled Khushi up so that she sat in his lap. Arnav looked into Khushi's eyes and Khushi looked into his, both breathing heavily. Arnav cupped Khushi's breasts in his hands and Khushi looked down at them. He brushed her nipples against his, making Khushi gasp at the contact.

"Arnav," Khushi whispered.

Arnav began to knead them, making Khushi throw her head back in pleasure. He placed fluttery kisses on her chest and Khushi held onto his hair. Arnav moved his hands down and began to tug on Khushi's PJs. He lifted her up and lowered them and then completely disposed them, along with her panties. Khushi helped him to get rid of his boxers and both sat there bare and naked.

Arnav needed things done fast, so he took out a condom and rolled it on. Once he did, he placed Khushi over him and both groaned in satisfaction. Arnav moved her along his member, loving the feeling of being within her. He placed her back on the bed and pumped in and out of her. Khushi's hands were on the sides of her head, Arnav's fingers entangled through hers. Arnav thrusted faster with each thrust as she felt her body clench around his member.

Khushi felt her climax coming. "Arnav," she moaned.

Arnav was also about to hit his high, so he thrusted faster. Within a few thrusts, both of them hit their peaks, Khushi moaning and Arnav grunting. Arnav gave three more thrusts and then pulled out and collapsed on her.

*~*

When everything began to clear around me, I realized that Arnav was lying on my stomach, breathing against it. He was sated and calm - really calm. Just a few minutes ago, he looked scared to death and now it was as if nothing happened. But what was it that he dreamt that caused him to get so scared?

I put my fingers through his hair, making Arnav flinch slightly. I guess he was stuck in thought as well. He moved his head along with my fingers and sighed peacefully against my stomach. He was definitely feeling comfort at the moment.

"Arnav," I whispered softly. "What did you dream of?"

Arnav looked up at me, a hint of fear in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but just looked away and then came off of me. He went back to his side of the bed and went to sleep. I just looked at him for a few moments, feeling confused.

What is it that he dreamt, that he can't even tell me?

Chapter Twenty Four

The city was shining brightly outside, as the lights of the skyscrapers illuminated the clear night sky. Snow was melting slightly, just like how my heart was. After Arnav's... actions, he had gone to the bathroom to wash up and take a shower. I laid still in bed, completely shocked. 

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Etta, saying that dinner was ready and I managed to get my voice back and said that I would be right down. Etta left and I got up and picked up my clothes from the floor. I looked at my bags and knew I would have to unpack them, so i went out and entered Arnav's walk-in closet from the other side and left everything in there.

Taking the private elevator down, i entered the kitchen. Etta had dinner ready and placed. I sat down and got my plate. I didn't eat, and just sat there quietly, zoned off, until Arnav came in. When he sat down and began to dig in, I did as well. We both were quiet and we just ate.

*~*

That night, I did sleep in Arnav's room. He had gone off to bed and had fallen asleep instantly. I just laid there, facing the other way, remembering back to how he had acted with me an hour or so ago. It was just to much of a surprise. I mean he had never acted like that before. Ever! He was always so loving and caring.... Not even just in bed, but as a person. And now hes....

A tear escaped my eyes and i quickly wiped it away and sniffled. Arnav turned slightly behind me and I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I held onto the slab of the sink and looked in the mirror. Another tear had escaped, and I quickly wiped it away. 

I refuse to cry. I knew from the start that there was something about Arnav. Something secretive about him. I knew from the day i met him that he had some baggage, so I shouldn't break down now. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was down and weak, and I refused to be that. I've gone through problems before, and if I could hold myself up then, then I can do it now. I washed my face and dried it with one of the towels and stood up straight and strong. I will do whatever it takes to "cure" Arnav.

Even if that means his crazy fuckery.

And then the next morning... well....

*~*

(narrator takeover, since Khushi doesn't like talking about this part)

Arnav woke up and noticed that Khushi wasn't there. He got up and looked around the room but she wasn't there. Not even in the gallery or bathroom. 

She must've left, he said in his head.

After washing up, Arnav headed down and saw Khushi, making breakfast. Arnav looked at her confusedly. She was making breakfast? Even after what had happened the night before? She's still here? But....

Arnav leaned against the counter and watched Khushi. 

She doesn't seem to be in pain, he said in his head. 

"Khushi are you okay," he asked.

Khushi looked up. "Um... I feel... slightly sore...."

Arnav smirked. "Bound to happen," and he sat down at the table.

"You seem to know a lot about sex," Khushi said, not looking at him, placing his mug of coffee down.

Arnav chuckled as he took a sip. "A lot is an understatement."

Khushi came around and placed Arnav's breakfast down. Arnav began to eat and Khushi drank some OJ. Khushi wanted to ask something, but didn't know if she should. In the end, she decided to.

"So what were your past relationships like," Khushi asked.

Arnav stopped his mug from reaching his lips halfway. He looked up at Khushi. "Do you really wanna know?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav placed his mug down. "Well... I used to have wild sex. I would... go all out, and the girls did the same, that is, if I told them to."

Khushi was beginning to regret asking her question.

"And if I were stressed," he continued, "I would need sex immediately to let it out. So, if I needed to, I would pay for it."

"But why do you do it," Khushi asked, looking up at him.

Arnav's expression fell. "You don't need to know, "he simply said, yet with a coldness to his voice.

But Khushi didn't hear it. "I don't understand; why not?"

Arnav stood up abruptly, surprising Khushi, making her stand up. "Do you not understand English," Arnav asked, approaching her like a predator approaches its prey. "You don't need to fucking know!"

Khushi was near the island. "But why?"

*Mature Content*

Arnav got mad and pushed her harshly back against the island. 

"Ah! Arnav-"

"Listen to me, and listen to me very carefully Ms. Khushi Kumari Gupta..."

Khushi looked up at him wide eyed, really scared by the evil stare he was giving her.

"Do not ask why when I told you not to ask. If you continue to go against what I say, then I will fuck you every time you ask."

Yet for some reason, Khushi ignored it.

"Why," Khushi whispered.

And Arnav's temper rose even more. He picked Khushi up and laid her back on the island. Khushi yelped in surprise and was about to sit up, when she felt Arnav shove her skirt up.

"Arnav what are you-?"

Khushi could say no more because Arnav dived his mouth right in to that spot, making Khushi yelp.

"Ah! Arnav, stop please," Khushi exclaimed.

But Arnav didn't listen and continued for his own pleasure, Khushi still screaming, though she had gotten lost in pleasure, cursing herself for being responsive. She grabbed onto his hair tightly and fisted it, but Arnav didn't stop. When he felt her getting wet, he entered his finger, making Khushi yelp once more. 

Arnav came up and looked at Khushi, while still moving his finger in and out of her. "Don't ever ask me again," he breathed, and put in another finger. "Is that understood?"

Khushi was about to hit her climax and just as she was about to, Arnav withdrew and left her, walking out of the room. 

*~*

I gasped for air, my eyes wide and I stared up at the ceiling. My breath choked up in my throat as I heard Arnav on the phone as he looked through one of the closets. His voice became smaller and smaller, and I heard the door being slammed shut. At the sound of it, I snapped back to earth and quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. I shut the lid of the toilet seat and sat on top of it. Within seconds, tears broke free and I cried, covering my face with my hands. 

What happened?! What happened to the Arnav I met?! What happened to the Arnav I knew?! Why is this happening?! Why is he like this?! 

I cried even more and I don't even know how long I was in there. But I knew it must've been sometime because Etta had knocked on the door and asked if I was okay.

I wiped my tears away. "I'd like to be alone," I simply said.

"Okay," and she left.

I got up and washed up. I splashed water on my face and looked up at my reflection. My eyes were puffy and red, my face expressionless. I turned to wipe my face with the towel and quickly got out of the bathroom, walking straight past Etta. I went up to our room and locked the door and sat on the bed.

As i sat on the bed, I realized that there must be something to it. And I'm positive of it because a man cannot go from full-hearted to... an animal. There must be something to why Arnav does what he does. 

And I will find out.