Chapter Seventy One

Life. That was what Arnav was to her. Khushi understood this perfectly clear when he held her protectively in his arms that night. However, Khushi couldn't sleep. She couldn't believe that after everything she told him, after telling him her grave secret, Arnav was still here, sleeping beside her.

Even after knowing that I'm a murderer, he's still here.....

Arnav stirred and sighed, his hold loosening for a moment before tightening again.

"You didn't kill her Khushi."

Arnav words echoed in her mind. It was true, for a time she thought the same. But because of Akash....

Memories of them flashed in her mind and she cringed with disgust. She tried her best to empty her mind and fall asleep,  but she could only think of memories past. She thought of the old days in high school, Akash in his blue varsity jacket with the rest of the team and her sister under his arm. She would watch from a distance, seeing the two kiss right before her eyes.

Khushi turned, hoping that the sight of Arnav would calm her. So she turned in his hold and found eyes looking at her. Only it wasn't Arnav looking at her - it was Akash.

"Did you miss me?"

Khushi shot up straight, breathing heavily. She ran her hand through her hair, trying to process what had just happens. She never realized when she had fallen asleep and that nightmare....

Arnav stirred and woke up. He saw the condition Khushi was in and sat up. "Angel, what's wrong?"

Khushi shook her head. "Nothing-"

"Angel," he warned.

Khushi sighed and looked down at her hands in her lap. "I had a nightmare that Akash was sleeping beside me instead of you," she whispered.

Arnav nodded in acknowledgement and held her to him. "He's not here Khushi. I understand that telling me this has opened old, unhealed wounds so it's likely for you to have a nightmare like that."

Khushi shook her head, running her hand through her hair. "Why did I have to be so damaged," she muttered.

Arnav took her hand in his. "I guess that's what makes us perfect for each other."

Khushi looked up at him.

"We're both damaged goods."

Khushi smiled sadly, squeezing his hand lightly.

"But that's what makes us perfect. Because we'll fix each other up along the way."

He placed a kiss on her forehead and got up. Khushi watched him for a moment and when he got to the door, she spoke.

"I love you, jaan."

Arnav paused at the door and looked back at her. "I love you too angel," he smiled softly.

Khushi smiled softly with a blush, as if she were a newly wedded bride.

Newly wedded bride?!

Khushi got out of bed and looked at the calendar. They were already more than halfway through summer. The best time for a summer wedding was over. She could do a fall wedding, but weather was unpredictable and it might end up being chilly. And a winter wedding? Snowfall is pretty but the cold? Forget it!

What do I do?

Arnav came back into the room and found Khushi in front of the calendar, looking worried. "Is everything okay angel?"

"No!" Khushi nibbled on her finger nails.

Arnav went over to her and looked at the calendar. It seemed absolutely fine, there was nothing on it-

Oh shit!

Every month, the calendar would always get a big red circle on just one date, and one date only.

This month didn't have that.

"Khushi-"

"Don't you Khushi me!"

"Okay, angel-"

"Don't you angel me!!"

Khushi continued to nibble on her nail and Arnav tried to reach out to her, but she swatted his hand away.

"Angel-"

"Hush Arnav, I need to think."

"Okay, just don't panic-"

"Panic?! Why would I panic? There's no need to panic, I'm not panicking!"

No she wasn't, and that's because she was being hysterical instead.

"Angel-!"

"This is serious Arnav! I mean I can't have my wedding in the cold!"

Arnav's eyebrows shot up.

"Can you imagine that? The breeze will make the flames go out and we won't be wedded! That's awful!"

Arnav blinked a few times. "What the-?"

"Oh don't you start with the what the crap now Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada! If we're going to get married, it's gonna have to be next summer and I can't wait that long!"

Khushi turned to him and gripped his arms.

"Can we elope?"

Now Arnav looked at her with shock. "What?"

"I don't want to hold the wedding off anymore. To be honest Arnav, I haven't thought about marriage and my wedding in years, at least, not in detail. When I was younger I would always dream about it, but for years I didn't have the time to really think specifics. Don't get me wrong, I do want a grand wedding, but I just don't want to wait anymore," she said softly.

Arnav blinked and then brought her into his arms. Khushi hugged him back then rested her chin on his chest with a pout.

"Pweez," she asked sweetly.

Arnav chuckled and kissed her pouting lips. "To tell you the truth, I would love to elope with you."

Khushi's eyes widened with joy and she hugged him again, then kissed him. "Thank you, thank you!"

Arnav smiled softly. "Anything for you angel. Though I have to admit, you had me worried for a moment."

"What do you mean," she asked, scrunching her eyebrows.

"The way you were looking at the calendar and with the absence of the red circle..."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"...it kind of had me thinking something else."

She looked at the calendar and then at him, then mentally calculated. "I've got time."

Arnav nodded.

Khushi thought about it for a moment. "You thought... you thought I was pregnant?"

Arnav nodded. "Or at least thought you did."

Khushi looked down. "That's...."

It hadn't been long that Khushi had gone on the pill. It was some time after they had returned from Dubai that Khushi had decided to go on them. In fact, she had thought of doing it before, but always forgot to. Arnav had agreed with her on it, though he would use a condom now and then to be extra safe and simply out of habit.

"If I were to get pregnant...." Khushi looked up at him.

Arnav caressed her cheek. "I wouldn't love you any less."

Khushi simply looked at him.

"To be honest Khushi, I've never thought of having a family. Ever. Because I thought I was incapable of love."

Khushi looked down, taking his left hand in her right.

"And now here I am, engaged to the most beautiful girl in world."

Khushi blushed, toying with his ring.

"Because I know now that I am capable of love and am getting married to my angel, only now does having a family come to my mind."

He cupped her face and tilted it up.

"And having a little baby girl like you..."

Khushi blushed harder.

"Would be perfect," he smiled.

Khushi looked down and toyed with his t-shirt. "And if I want a baby boy like you," she nearly whispered.

"Then we'll have you on your toes."

Khushi frowned but her smile could not be helped. She buried her face in his chest and hugged him, Arnav hugging her back.

"One day."

"One day," Arnav confirmed. "Now come on, time to get you ready."

"Wah," Khushi pouted.

But Arnav would have none of it, and took her to the bathroom to get her ready for the day.

*~*

After the emotional evening and bumpy morning they had, Arnav had decided that he would take his angel out and lift her mood. Both had gotten ready and while Khushi whined, wanting to know where they were going, Arnav kept giving her the eye, refusing to answer her.

"Keep whining angel, and I'll have to take you over my knee," Arnav warned.

"What's so wrong in telling me," Khushi pouted.

"It won't be a surprise, that's what."

"Wah!"

Arnav tried to frown, but couldn't stop the curving of his lips. "Angel," he tried to warn.

"You're humored, don't deny it," Khushi teased.

She strutted to the door, purposely swaying her hips, and Arnav charged at her, taking her over his shoulder.

Khushi gasped, gripping onto Arnav's waist. "Arnav!"

Instead of responding, he playfully smacked her butt.

"Hey!"

Arnav only chuckled and locked the door. "Behave."

Khushi frowned and wiggled in his hold, hoping that he'd release her. Instead, he smacked her ass again.

"What the-!"

"Oh don't you what the me, angel." He brought her forward, putting her on her feet. "That's my line," he smirked.

Khushi tried to frown at him, but she couldn't help her smile. So she stuck her tongue out at him and when he frowned back, Khushi dashed, Arnav running after her. They both got outside and immediately Khushi halted, Arnav stopping behind her when they saw Shyam.

"Khushi, where have you been," Shyam asked as he went over to her.

He tried to pull his sister into a hug, but Arnav wrapped his arm around Khushi's waist. Shyam's eyes darted to his hold then back at his sister. "Khushi, where did you disappear off to? You just left without a word and wouldn't pick up the phone!"

"As you can see, I'm fine," Khushi said, not looking at him.

"But-"

"Let's go angel," Arnav said softly, and tried to guide her away, when Shyam blocked him.

"My sister and I are having a conversation."

Arnav scoffed lightly. "The way I see it, there wasn't one to begin with." He looked at Khushi. "Let's go."

Arnav tried to go around Shyam again, but again Shyam blocked him.

"My sister and I need to talk, so let her go."

"I don't think she wants to."

"That's for her to decide."

"Well he's right," Khushi said. "I don't want to talk to you."

"What? But Khushi-"

"You've done enough Bhai, seriously, enough. I don't want to talk to you... nor look at you."

Shyam's eyes widened a Khushi tried to go around him, taking Arnav with her.

"He's taking complete control of you Khushi," Shyam called out. "Are you really going to let him-?"

Khushi whipped around and went up to her brother's face. "I am my own person, and I decide for myself. I don't want to talk you, nor look at you!"

"Khushi-"

"You gave Akash my number! How could you?"

Both Shyam's and Arnav's eyes widened.

He did what, Arnav thought as his fists clenched.

"But then again you don't know everything, now then do you? Regardless, you shouldn't have done that, not at all! Just go back to being a pathetic druggie!"

Khushi joined Arnav and grabbed his hand, pulling him away. She didn't want to see her brother, she didn't want to be anywhere near her brother. She just wanted to get away.

*~*

It wasn't the reaction Arnav had wanted and expected, but going into Buffalo Wild Wings lifted Khushi's mood. He had wanted her to jump with joy, knowing how much she loved this place, let alone chicken wings. He didn't understand it, but he chose not to question it - if it brought her joy, then it brought him joy.

Having been together for so long and being engaged, Khushi didn't care if she made a mess of herself in front Arnav. So when their food arrived, she dug right in and she knew Arnav had hard her moan.

"Don't judge me," she said immediately.

Arnav chuckled and reached out to wipe away the sauce that had smeared on her face. "I won't."

Khushi frowned. "You are."

"I am not."

"Then eat."

"Okay," he chuckled.

Khushi eyed him, watching him get his hands dirty, smeared in barbecue sauce. "The great Arnav Singh Raizada is eating with his hands - I never thought I'd live to see this day."

Arnav frowned at her. "This is not the first time I'm eating with my hands."

"True... eh, it's still a big deal, Mr. Fancy Pants."

Arnav rolled his eyes and Khushi chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

For a moment, neither said a word, though Arnav was watching her as she devoured her food.

"I'm changing your number."

Khushi nearly coughed out her drink. "Whoa, what?"

"He won't even get a chance to talk to you."

Khushi gulped. Oh boy.

"Knowing you, you pick up almost any call you get, and I won't take that chance."

Khushi looked down. Suddenly, the wings didn't seem so appetizing.

Arnav looked at her carefully. "Unless...."

Khushi refused to look at him.

"He already did."

Her pursed lips told him exactly want he needed to know. Khushi knew he was angry and opened her mouth to speak, when their waitress arrived. Only now did she notice the way she was ogling Arnav, and she wanted to punch her as bad as the thought was. But Arnav pain her no attention, looking steely at Khushi as he commanded her for the bill. Khushi heard the waitress speak flirtatiously and her blood boiled, not just to her tone, but the way Arnav's voice was demanding.

"You are not allowed to take to anyone with that tone," Khushi gritted.

Arnav said nothing and the waitress came right back. Immediately, he popped out his black AMEX and the waitress was momentarily stunned before going away to charge the card.

"We're leaving," he said cooly.

Khushi scoffed. "Gee, you sure you wanna use that tone with me, I thought you'd rather use it with her!"

Arnav stared her down and Khushi refused to break. It didn't take long for the waitress to return. As she spoke and thanked them for coming, Arnav took his card, glanced at the receipt for the tip, and pulled out his wallet. Placing more than asked for, he got up from his seat. Khushi twitched her lips and walked away, Arnav following not to far behind.

Times Square was bustling as always, or as Khushi would say, insane! She wanted to stomp down the street, but that was impossible with the number of tourists stopping in front of you every five seconds, and the swarm of people only creating little walk space. So she huffed as she walked, feeling Arnav right behind her. He eventually caught up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Khushi wanted to push him away, but there was no way that she could, no without losing her step and being stomped over, so she had to let him do it.

When they finally got away from the swarm, she released herself and stomped to the parking lot, not stopping until she had gotten to the car. She waited for Arnav to unlock the doors and when he did, she got into the driver's seat. Khushi was somewhat surprised when Arnav didn't say anything, but forced herself to cover it.

Arnav shut the door to the passenger seat. "You know you're failing miserably at hiding your shock, right?"

Khushi growled, staring him down - not that it had any affect on him.

"You're an angel sweetheart, not a little monster."

Khushi growled again. "Don't talk to me like that, I'm not a little girl!"

"You sure about that? If you want, you could be, and I'll be your daddy," he said softly, taking hold of her hand.

But Khushi freed her hand with another growl. "Oh don't try to pacify me with your kinky sex talk!"

For a minute, Arnav was stunned, until he broke out with laughter. It left Khushi stunned, though her heart melted at the sight of him.

"Now how can I be mad at that," Khushi sighed.

Arnav calmed down, a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry," Khushi said softly, hugging herself. "I don't know what came over me."

"Jealousy?"

"Hormones," she said casually.

Arnav grinned and Khushi finally broke out into a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, jealousy."

"That's very cute of you angel."

"Hey," she reached out and fisted his shirt in her hand, pulling him to her. "You're mine."

"Possessive," Arnav said with appreciation, a smirk making its mark on his  face.

"Very. You're mine and I'm yours, and you can only use that tone with me, no one else."

"You sure you went me to tell you what to do?"

Khushi remembered her brothers words, and knew that Arnav was thinking the same. "Arnav, don't."

"He has a point."

"He does't know anything!"

"And if he finds out?"

"He won't."

"Khushi-"

"Arnav, don't. He won't find out, and besides he has no say in my sexual life whatsoever, that is so disgusting and I can't believe that sentence came out of my mouth."

Arnav chuckled lightly. "That's what any normal brother-sister relationship should be like."

Khushi's mind instantly thought of Kalvati as much as she didn't want to. "Forget Kala."

"I know," and he took he hand, placing a kiss on the palm of it.

"I wish Bhai hadn't come like that - he ruined the wings," she pouted.

"True... but I think the thought of Akash really ruined it."

Instantly at the sound of his name, a tremble shuck through her body, and Arnav had noticed it. He held her hand in his with a firm grip. "When did he call you."

As he had expected, Khushi tried to free herself, but he wouldn't let  her. This was one thing he wouldn't let go.

"When did he call you."

Again, it wasn't a question, and Khushi knew better. "Before we left to Dubai," she nearly whispered.

Arnav's eyes widened with shock. "Before we-"

It all made sense now. Arnav now understood why Khushi had quickly changed her mind about going away with him. "Tell me."

Khushi looked down and with a sigh, she spoke. "I already have his number saved on my phone."

She felt his shock before she saw it, but he didn't speak.

"After what I had been through, I just wanted to be cautious. An old friend from high school had given me his number when I asked her for it - she knew everyone in town pretty well, so getting the number wasn't hard. I think she's one of the only people who was on my side in all of it.

"Once she got me the number, I held onto it. I made sure to save it on my landline so that I knew it was him in case he ever got my number, however it was possible. Then you gave me a phone as a present, which still to this day makes me feel myeh cause that's too expensive, and I saved it on there, paranoid he'd get my number somehow. Each phone you gave me, regardless or not I wanted it, I saved it as a warning. I knew it was crazy of me to do, but I needed to do it... and then it finally happened.

"It was right after classes ended, and the day was perfect. But then he called and it all went to shit! My body... it was as if all of the alarms went off and I was stunned, curling into a ball. Etta heard me screaming and came running. Bhai came and I forced the two not to say anything to you. ...I was afraid you'd leave me," she whispered.

Arnav squeezed her hand and she looked at him. It still didn't make sense to her that he was still here, that he still wanted her with all of his heart.

"Bhai kept asking what had happened, and I acted like a maniac, saying that you were going to leave me."

"So... he doesn't know?"

"About what Akash did to me? No, he was always stoned out of his mind."

Arnav scoffed. "Why am I not surprised he was a druggie."

"What is it with all these men in my life who love smoking pot," Khushi said sarcastically, and Arnav frowned, though Khushi could tell he was struggling with his smile trying to come though.

"No, Bhai didn't know," Khushi sighed. "I couldn't tell anyone, not with the way he as torturing me."

Arnav was quiet for a moment, toying with her ring. "What did he do?"

Memories of the past came crashing in her head and she had to grip onto the steering wheel to get her grasp back on reality.

Arnav understood that this was difficult for her. "Khushi-"

"No. I always wanted to tell someone of my problems. I need to get it off my chest."

Arnav squeezed her hand lightly and Khushi took a deep beath.

"It was like he stalked me. Where I was, what I was doing, he knew. Even in my own house I wasn't safe. Bhai and him are friends, so he was constantly over, and I was helpless. He would pop out of nowhere and constantly taunted me of Payal's death. My parents were barely home, working, and with Bhai being constantly stoned, I was basically alone.

"He constantly cornered me... touched me..."

Arnav's grip on her tightened and she squeezed his hand as well.

"He never got a chance to go too far but... he once got close."

"What happened?"

"I had gotten home after going over to Sheetal's - the friend I mentioned earlier. We had just had a study date, so to say. I was in the bathroom washing up, when he came walking right in...I was bent over the sink to wash my face...."

Arnav's grip tightened once more and so did Khushi's at the disgusting memory.

"He... he pressed himself against me and..."

His grip tightened even more and so did Khushi's.

"He gripped my hair and my waist-"

Tears came streaming down Khushi's cheeks. Her mind played the memory before her eyes, remembering how he had grinded against her and how she had felt him. She felt disgusted and wanted the memory out of her mind immediately, so she moved over and straddled Arnav, jamming her lips onto his.

"Make me forget it, get the memory out of mind, I don't want to think about it, I don't, I don't, I don't," she cried.

Arnav didn't respond and simply kissed her, caressing her face. Khushi reached in between them and undid Arnav's jeans, undoing the button and tugging down the zipper. She felt him and ran her hand over his length, making him hard, and released his length. Arnav reached below her dress to the waistband of her panties and pulled them apart, the simple piece of lace disintegrating in his hands. Not wasting a second, Khushi buried him inside of her and groaned, gripping onto Arnav's hair.

"Slowly baby," Arnav whispered.

Khushi did as he said, moving slowly along his length. The bad memories began to fade away with each thrust, removing fear from her mind as bliss took it's place.

"Don't ever let me go jaan," Khushi said softly, through her tears.

"Never, angel, never."

Khushi pulled him closer to her, resting her cheek on top of his head. "Arnav I can't, I need this faster."

Without waiting for his response, she began to ride him faster, her grip tightening on his hair. Arnav gripped onto her waist as she rode him harder and faster, burying his face against her chest.

Khushi kissed the top of his head. "Fuck Arnav, I'm going to cum," she cried with a whisper, afraid someone might her her.

After all, they were still in the lot.

"Cum for me angel."

Arnav maneuvered her along his length, meeting thrust for thrust as he kissed and sucked along her neck. In an instant, they came crashing down from their high, Khushi quickly bringing her hand to her mouth to bite back her scream, while her other hand gripped tightly onto  Arnav's hair. Arnav tightly gripped onto Khushi's waist as he released his load into her, forcing back his groan.

Khushi came down from her high and tilted Arnav's chin up to her so that he looked at her. "Marry me."

Arnav smiled softly. "I believe I was the one to ask that first."

"Marry me. Right now."

Chapter Seventy

Sneaking in from a side entrance, Khushi led Arnav into Glendale High School. It had obviously been quite some time since the to of them had been in a high school, yet while it felt like yesterday for Arnav, it felt like a millennia for Khushi.

Arnav had to admit - this high school wasn't like those typical high schools in the cities that looked like trash, but like an actual institute for learning. For some odd reason, he thought of all of those movies he had seen as a teen and how his sister would get excited about going to a high school like this - clean, spacious, and high-school-musical like.

Yup, it was that kind of school.

The hallways were filled with clean, white, pristine lockers, and they weren't even the half sized ones where you would get towered by your neighbor above, but the full-sized ones. Arnav couldn't help but to think of his trashy half-sized locker in high school when he saw these.

Walking down from one hallway to another, they ended up to another side of the school. The lights outside came in through the wide windows, illuminating the dark halls. At the corner, Khushi halted and so did Arnav.

"This was my locker," she said softly, placing her hand over it. "And if I'm not mistaken...."

Khushi turned the lock, Arnav watching her as she put in the combo: 4: 23, 20. The lock clicked and the locker opened.

"Same ol', same ol'."

Of course, as it was summer time, the locker was empty.

"They never change the combination," Khushi shook her head. "But then again, once you got a locker, it was yours till you graduated. They expected us to never tell anyone our combo, but its not like anyone ever listened. And that's how people would get their stuff stolen," Khushi chuckled.

"A lot of my life was here," she continued. "These halls, these classrooms, this locker,"she said, running her hand over the door, "this was the only life I knew."

Khushi took Arnav's hand and led him down the hall.

"But I wasn't alone in all of this. Even though Bhai had already graduated from here, he was constantly a part of it since he was once a member of the football team - he had left a legacy."

Arnav rolled his eyes. I should've known he was once a football-head.

"But besides him, there was someone else... who helped me survive my first two years... was always by my side...."

Arnav looked at her curiously as she took in a shaky breath.

"My older sister, Payal."

Arnav's eyes slightly widened. His thoughts were immediately transported back to the first day he had met Khushi. After their first encounter, Arnav had called his people up to get the security footage from the camera near where the two of them were and to run a facial recognition on her. While his team did that, he worked on the school database, which was why Khushi had seen him in the library then. When his people gave him a name and searched her up, he looked her up on the school database. Of course, the school didn't have much to offer, but that was what his team was for.

When Arnav had gotten home that night, Nigel had handed him the file the team had gathered on Khushi. So Arnav knew what her full name was, her date of birth, place of birth, parents, and of course her siblings. He knew that his sister had passed away while Khushi was still in high school, but didn't care about it to know the details. Today, he was glad he hadn't because he knew now how important this was.

"Payal was two years older than me. So when I came into this school, I wasn't as worried. I mean, it's not like I'd just get away with it if I did nothing, but I did have a guide.

"When it came to pressure, she was by my side. She kept me on track, made sure I did my homework - she was always there... and while she was, I wasn't."

Arnav was confused. "What do you mean?"

"I was in my sophomore year and Payal was in her senior year. She was determined - determined to go out of the school with a bang like Bhai had. She aimed to be valedictorian, which had always been her dream. ...and she wanted to conquer her fears."

"Her fears?"

Khushi stopped in front of a trophy case. Along with the many trophies aligned on the shelves were picture frames as well. Several of them contained pictures of the various teams they had had over the years. Some were of the captains, others of star players. Arnav noticed there was a picture of Shyam as well, holding onto his trophy, and he fought back the urge to scoff.

"Ever since she had entered this school and had seen him, Payal was in love with him, but could never tell him."

"Who?"

Khushi pointed at a picture. "Akash."

Arnav looked at the photo. Like the other photos, Akash was pictured with his winning trophy. But he wasn't alone in the picture, a girl under his arm while holding the trophy with him. Like Khushi, she had had wavy brown hair and her smile was close to hers, but it didn't bring that ray of sunshine like Khushi's did. But it wasn't hard for Arnav to tell that she was Khushi's sister Payal.

"She was in love with him - or so she would say - but could never tell him. She secretly crushed on him for years but when she got to her senior year, she was determined to tell him... and she did.

"It was the first day of the school year and she was determined to tell him, not caring if she'd possibly end up looking like a fool. I told her she was crazy and shouldn't do it, but the second she saw him on the courtyard, she marched right up to him. She told him that she needed to talk to him and he stepped aside from all of his football buddies, and just like that, she told him of her feelings; how she had this humongous crush on him since the first day of their freshman year and all of that. Next thing I know, he's kissing her."

Arnav's eyebrow cocked up on its own.

"No one could believe what they were seeing. I found it hard to believe the most... because I wanted him."

Immediately his eyes met hers, but Khushi looked down.

"Just like my sister, I, too, had fallen hard for Akash my first day here," she said softly. "And while my sister made it known to me, I hid it from her. I didn't just tell her to not tell him of her feelings because she would probably make a fool of herself, but because I was selfish - I wanted him for myself.

"I watched them day after day, and at first it hurt. But slowly, without even realizing it, it grew into jealousy - extreme jealousy."

Khushi released her hand from Arnav's and began to walk away. Arnav followed behind her, the two going back to where Khushi's locker was, only a little more further than it, six lockers down.

"This was Akash's locker. Every day I would see him from my locker and would watch him and my sister with envy; I wanted to be in her place so badly. No one was able to tell how I truly felt though... except for Akash.

"I had stayed after school for tutoring and went to my locker to get my jacket, when Akash came to his. He had stayed after school for practice and was on his way home, when he saw me. I remember it like it was yesterday - I saw him and when he saw me, I flinched away. For a moment, I wondered if I should just leave but then he came over to me. I was speechless, I didn't know what he could possibly have to say to me, and before I could react, he had me trapped in between his arms against my locker."

Arnav's fists clenched and even though he knew he had no control over what had happened in the past and didn't know her at the time, he still wanted to punch the chump.

"Akash told me that he knew how I felt for him, how he could see it in my eyes. He told me how he liked me and wanted me, not my sister, which filled up my heart, but he couldn't leave her for me because that would cause drama. Everyone would be pointing fingers at me and he didn't want that." Khushi looked away. "...so we had a secret relationship."

Arnav's looked at her in shock - he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"While my sister walked these halls with her boyfriend and kissed him in front of everyone, I snuck around with him and would kiss him beneath the stairwell," she nearly whispered, shutting her eyes in shame as a tear trailed down her cheek.

Arnav really couldn't believe what he was hearing. My angel... she really did that?

"At first I would feel guilty about it but then... I just wanted him all to myself. When we were together...."

Khushi walked away and Arnav followed behind. They got out of the school and walked back towards the car. Khushi took the keys from Arnav and went around to the driver's seat. Arnav didn't question her and sat in the passenger's seat. She drove away from the school and while she drove, Arnav watched her - he couldn't help himself. It was just a matter of minutes before Khushi stopped in front of a house. Arnav didn't understand why and looked at her curiously while Khushi gazed at the house.

"The entire year passed. Payal became valedictorian and both she and Akash graduated. On the last day of school, there was a party here. I didn't know the guy, nor did many, but everyone went regardless. The place was loaded with alcohol - from cases and cases of beer to the guy's parents' booze, it was loaded. My sister was excited to go and at first I couldn't understand for the life of me why, because she hated these things. But then I found out her true intentions - she was going to lose her virginity to him."

With that douchebag? Arnav was disgusted.

"I couldn't believe it and it made me seethe with jealousy. The thought of the two together... it had made my blood boil! So I went to the party as well to make sure it didn't happen. She drove her car and I sat beside, thinking of ways to stop it from happening.

"When we got there, Payal got busy with the other football heads' girlfriends. Akash saw me and knew that I meant business so he stepped aside. I told him about Payal's intentions and told him that it better not happen, that I refused to let that happen. I told him that if there was anyone he was going to sleep with... then it was with me."

Arnav's eyes widened and Khushi could feel his shock. It was as if it hummed in the confined space around them.

"I told him that I was sick and tired of seeing him and Payal parading around - so sick and tired, that I wanted her to find out about us, not caring if it broke her heart."

Angel....

"He was mine and I was finally going to let her know. I intended to reveal it that night and when the time was right, I kissed him and he kissed me back, right in front of Payal."

Khushi turned away, not even wanting to look at Arnav. She could feel his distaste, perhaps even disgust to her. She pulled away from the curb and drove away.

"Payal was furious and hurt, and she charged right out of the house. Shyam was at the party too, unknown to us both, and when he found out about the situation, he told me to go after her. I didn't want to, but he gave me his keys, so I went after her."

Khushi drove down a two way road, surrounded by cornfields.

"I followed her down this road. It didn't take long for me to catch up with her since she was driving slowly. At first I didn't get why she was going so slow, but then I remembered she had drank at the party. So I honked the horn and called out to her, telling her to stop ...instead she increased the speed."

Khushi pressed down on the break hard, coming to an immediate halt, sending the two jerking forward slightly since they were held back by their seat belts. She stepped out of the car and Arnav followed behind, standing beside her.

"I sped up too and got beside her, telling her repeatedly to stop, but she continued to refuse. She was crying and she was drunk and she was speeding and...."

Tears pooled in Khushi's eyes.

"Payal sped ahead, cutting right in front of me, forcing me to stop and I stomped down on the break. My body jerked forward but was held back by my seat belt and she...." Her tears came free, flowing down her cheek. "I never wanted this to happen, I never ever did but...."

Khushi's fists clenched, her knuckles whitening by her tight grip.

"When she cut me off and sped forward, she wasn't watching ahead and she... she... she  crashed into an electric pole."

Arnav's jaw dropped as his eyes widened in horror.

"The pole came crashing right down onto her car and... and her car burst into flames!"

Khushi broke into a sob as her feet gave away. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing into her hands. Arnav couldn't believe anything of what he had just heard, too shocked by it all.

"Everything else went mute and the only thing I could hear were my own screams," she sobbed. "I dashed out of the car and tried to get to her, but the other drivers who had stopped, stopped me from going any closer. I tried and tried to pry away from them, but they wouldn't let me go. One of them had called 911 and the cops and the fire brigade arrived in a matter of moments. I was delirious and wanted to get my sister out but they wouldn't let me, everything blurred and they tried to get the fire out, my brother somehow arrived and the next thing I know, I had fainted.

"When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital. Bhai was beside me and with just one look of his face, I knew that my sister was gone... Payal was dead and it was all because of me! I had killed my own sister!"

Khushi sobbed even harder and Arnav couldn't stand the sight of it. He knelt down beside her and wrapped her up in his arms as she sobbed, gripping onto him.

"I never meant for it to happen, I swear I didn't, and yet I killed her!"

Arnav hushed and soothed her, running his hand through her hair. Never had I ever imagined that she would have a grave secret like this. "Angel-"

"I'm not an angel, Arnav, I'm a murderer!"

His eyes widened.

"I'm a murderer, I killed my own sister, I'm a murderer, it's all my fault!"

Arnav held her tightly. "Hush, don't say that-"

"It's all my fault," she cried.

Khushi sniffled and pulled back, holding his arms and creating a distance between them.

"I'm not the angel you think I am Arnav, I'm not," she sniffled. "I know you think that - believe that - but I'm not. I'm the devil," and she turned away.

It hurt Arnav to see her like this, but it hurt him more that she felt this way.

She's been through so much, and I'm only now finding out about this. How could I have been so clueless? And how could she think so low of herself?

"You believe that I was a blessing from your mother," Khushi whispered, still not meeting his eyes. "But the truth is, I'm just a bad omen."

Khushi looked down at her hands and as hard as it was for her to do it, she removed her engagement ring and held it out to Arnav.

"Take it," she said, her voice barely audible.

Arnav's fists clenched and anger formed in his eyes. He stared at the ring, his jaw clenched as he channeled his rage. Khushi wouldn't even look at him, just holding the ring out as if it were nothing, and it made him angrier.

One moment, Khushi was kneeling on the floor, and the next she was laying down on the hood of the car, her left hand extended out, with Arnav's body atop of hers.

"Arnav-"

"How dare you," he sneered.

Khushi's eyes filled with fear.

"How dare you take of this ring?"

Arnav forced the ring down her ring finger,  slightly hurting her in the process.

"Don't you ever take that ring off, do you understand?"

Khushi just stared at him wide eyed. When she didn't respond, Arnav gripped her waist tightly with his left hand, causing Khushi to hiss slightly.

"Do you understand?"

Khushi simply didn't understand. "B-but you were supposed to hate me and leave me-"

Arnav cut her off, covering her lips with his as he kissed her roughly. He bit down on her lower lip and teethed it, Khushi moaning to the pain.

"Arnav-"

"How stupid can you be?"

Khushi's eyes widened.

"How could you think something as stupid as that, angel, how?"

Khushi was speechless.

"How could you ever think I would let you go for that?"

"But... I killed someone-"

"No you didn't."

Khushi looked at him with confusion. Arnav pulled her up and stood in between her legs, his left hand still on her waist while his right hand took hold of her left, placing it over his chest.

"You didn't kill her angel-"

"Arnav-"

"You didn't kill her, Khushi."

Khushi looked down.

"How could you possibly think that you killed her? You didn't Khushi, you didn't."

Khushi didn't say anything.

"I will admit that what you did was wrong... and that I'm surprised by it."

She looked back up at him.

"I never expected that from you..."

Khushi turned away in shame.

"...but that was before I even knew you existed."

Still, Khushi was ashamed.

"But you're not the only one at fault; it isn't only your fault that you sneaked around behind your sister's back, but that fucker's as well."

Arnav cupped her face and tried to make her look at him.

"It isn't your fault Khushi, it's his. He killed your sister."

Khushi looked at him in confusion.

"Think about it Khushi - even though he was dating Payal, he still went up to you, his girlfriend's sister, and proposed the idea of sneaking around behind her back. The fact that he wanted to be disloyal to her is what caused this. He wanted to cheat on her with you. He probably thought he was this really cool guy for dating both sisters at the same time, and I'm so fucking sure some of his friends knew; there's no way he hid this ego booster from his fellow meatheads. And I'm damn sure Khushi, that had he gotten the opportunity, he would have slept with you both. He would have lied to you about not sleeping with her, just to sleep with you. And if not her first, well, he's already lying to her as it is."

"But-"

"Khushi, you did not kill her. Yes she left the house because she saw you kissing her boyfriend, yes that did upset her. But he kissed you back - he snuck behind her back as well, he cheated on her, he wasn't faithful. The only person who is a killer here, is Akash."

Khushi looked down. "For some time, I thought that as well," she whispered. "But everyone else was right; I killed her-"

"Who said you killed her?"

Khushi could see the anger in his eyes. "M-my parents...."

Arnav's eyes widened.

"The entire student body at Glendale High, people in town, Akash-"

"How dare he," Arnav sneered.

Arnav's fists clenched and Khushi could see how badly he wanted to beat he living crap out of that guy. "If I ever get my hands on him-"

"Arnav-"

"That will be murder."

Khushi looked at him in shock and caressed his face. "No Arnav, don't even think such a thing!"

"Khushi-!"

"It doesn't matter if he tortured me about it for two years, you will not kill-!"

Khushi realized the words that had just escaped from her mouth while Arnav looked at her in shock.

"He tortured you," Arnav questioned, his voice low and menacing.

With a gulp, Khushi looked down. "Y-yes," she whispered. "After she passed away, for my remaining 2 years here, he taunted me, telling me that I had murdered her. He tried to have his way with me."

Arnav's fists clenched.

"If I had been here any longer... he would have taken advan-"

"Don't. Don't...."

Khushi quietly sobbed and Arnav turned away. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to control his anger, not wanting to snap in front of Khushi; she just didn't deserve it.

"Khushi get in the car."

Khushi looked up at him.

"We're going home."

Crossing her arms, Khushi ran her hands over her arms, her jacket not helping her with the chills within her body. "Are you sure you want to be with a murderer like me-?"

Arnav grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to him. He kissed her roughly once more, bruising her lips, teething it.

"If I ever hear you call yourself that even again Khushi, so help me from above, I will spank the living crap out of you."

Khushi's eyes widened as her cheeks filled with blush.

"And that's a promise." He kissed her once more and cupped her cheeks. "You didn't kill her. Remember that."

"I... you were supposed to go running to the hills. Instead-"

"Angel, don't you understand by now that I can never let you go?"

Khushi was shocked. "Arnav, I'm not an angel-"

"You're my angel, I don't give a shit about anyone else."

"Arnav-"

"I don't. And as for your parents, well, they're no invited to our wedding."

Khushi's eyes widened. "You still want to marry me?"

Arnav looked away, though he couldn't help the slight tug from the corner of his lips. "Oh angel... you humor me."

She simply blinked at him.

"Yes Khushi, I am. No I'm not running to the hills. I love you, and what happened in the past - I'm glad that you trust me enough to tell me; I respect that."

Khushi looked down.

"But the present and your future are in my hands now. And any wrong that was done to you before, I will do my best to correct."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You... you won't leave me?"

Arnav shook his head. "No angel, I'm not."

Tears streamed down Khushi's cheeks. She had truly believed that he would have left her, right here in the middle of the road to get away from her, yet here he was, right in front of her, holding her.

And she didn't want it any other way.

Khushi reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring. It was the very ring she had set her eyes on, the one she had chosen for Arnav. At first she had thought of not buying it, positive that Arnav would leave her once he knew the truth of her past. But then she thought of buying it anyways, as a way of forever remembering him, by putting it on a necklace. She would forever wear it and would have considered herself a widow - she would have even told people that. But now, everything was different.

"I bought this ring... I thought I was going to lose you... this was going to be my memory of you...." Khushi bent down on one knee and looked up at him. "But if you're not leaving, I have no choice but to give it to you."

Arnav smiled softly and bent down, kneeling in front of her. "I'm not going anywhere angel - ever. So put the ring on my finger."

Tears formed in her eyes once more and she placed the ring on his left ring finger. Once she did, she threw her arms around him and cried, never wanting to let him go. Arnav placed his hand over her hair, soothing her with soft kisses.

"I promise you Khushi, my angel, that all the people who have wronged you will most certainly get their punishment... no matter what."

Chapter Sixty Nine

Before the alarm even went off, Khushi had woken up. It had become a habit now. It was almost 5:30 in the morning and Khushi started to get ready for work. She washed up, took a quick shower, and dried her hair. She put on some quick makeup and ate some breakfast, and before she knew it, it was almost 7. Khushi left the house and headed to the subway to catch her train.

This was Khushi's mornings now, going to work 5 days a week. She would always have to go one hour early to prepare anything for Arn- Mr. Raizada, and he would come in at 9.

Not only would Khushi do the normal things, like get his phone calls, help make his appointments, etc. but Khushi did more. Since they did have special arrangements, Khushi would also act as his submissive, moving to his beckoning. The other day he was on the phone and he had important paperwork to talk about and Khushi knelt to the floor, holding the papers in her mouth while Arnav read some points off of it.

This was her life now, and she loved it. Being able to spend more time with him, professionally or romantically, was all that mattered to her.

The day went on with the usual, Khushi loving every moment of it. At lunch time, the two ate together, and at the end of the day, both left together.

By working, Khushi had managed to earn and save some money for her paychecks to buy a ring for Arnav. It really wasn't so hard to do, since she never got to spend her paycheck, Arnav always beating her to paying for something.

Khushi had her eyes set on a black rhodium plated ring with small diamonds on it. It had stood out to her when she and Lavanya had gone ring hunting on her day off, especially because of the infinity loops accentuated in the ring. Of course, she hadn't told Arnav about it since she wanted to surprise him.

Khushi had finally gotten around to telling everyone about hers and Arnav's engagement, including Shyam. At first, Shyam wasn't as okay with it, but she told her brother that she didn't care what he thought. She did her duty of telling him that she would be marrying the man she loved, and that was it. So Shyam didn't push on it, respecting his sister's wishes.

Since then, the two hadn't said much, but Khushi felt bad and broke the silence between them. She planned on meeting up with him, inviting Anjali just to be safe. Unfortunately for Khushi, Anjali had to cancel on them, leaving just the two of them.

Khushi went to her brother's place so that they could go together. Shyam went to his room to get ready and Khushi waited for him. She looked around his apartment; it was very him with his simple sense of style. There wasn't too much, since Shyam would go down to Florida every now and then for his job.

Khushi looked at some of the pictures on the wall. There were old pictures of them, their parents, some of himself, and-

Shyam's phone began to ring.

"Bhai," she called out.

"Could you check and see who it is?"

"Okay."

Khushi went over to the counter to see who was calling and she froze. She felt her body turn to ice, numbing her.

It's... no... but... why?

Shyam came out of his room, ready to go. "Alright Khushi, let's-"

When Shyam got to the living room, he realized that he was alone; Khushi had left.

What-? Where did Khushi go?

*~*

Khushi walked down the streets, clinging onto her purse. She could only think of what she had just seen at Shyam's place.

After his phone had rang, a text had arrived and Khushi had seen it.

Sure dude, I'll see ya next week. BTW, thanks for her number.

Bhai gave him my number? But why-? Then again it's not like he knows....

Khushi heard her phone ringing, but she refused to pick it up. She knew it had to be Shyam trying to figure out why she had left. So she let it ring continuously, when the ring tone had changed. Taking her phone out,  it was just who she had suspected - Lavanya. Khushi had made sure to keep special ring tones for those of importance, like Arnav and her. Khushi took the call and before she could even speak, Lavanya growled.

"Ugh I hate men!"

Khushi was confused. "What happened now?"

"Aman's a pig head,  that's what!"

"What did he do?"

"Apparently his ex had been texting him for the past few weeks and I'm only finding out now!"

"No!"

"Yes! He said he thought it didn't matter because he wasn't replying to the desperate whore! Can you believe him," she shrieked.

Khushi pursed her lips.

"Like what is wrong with him? Doesn't he realize that keeping secrets breaks a relationship?!"

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Like how stupid can you be?"

It felt as if a huge lump had grown in Khushi's throat and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't go away.

"Anyways, how are you doing? Save enough money yet?"

Khushi found her voice. "Y-yeah.  Hey listen, something important just came up so I've got to go."

"Fine. Tell Arnav I said hi."

Khushi nodded and she hung up. Looking up to the sky, she shut her eyes and prayed for strength.

Lavanya was right; secrets broke relationships and Khushi knew it. She had though of keeping hers from Arnav, but now she realized that no matter which way she went, she would lose Arnav no matter what.

It just came down to making one decision - hide it from him and let it come out on its own... or tell him the truth and face him unlike a coward would?

Khushi felt a tear stream down her cheek. What do I do?

*~*

Arnav entered the apartment, back from his jog. He headed straight to the shower, ready to get the ick off of him. Once he was showered and clean, he came out to grab a bite. He decided in making a sandwich. There was a Tupperware filed with chicken salad so he took it out and got some bread. As he prepared his sandwich, the door unlocked and Khushi came in.

"Hey angel. Back already?" Though he was glad. He didn't know why, but there was something about Shyam that made him not like him.

Khushi didn't respond and simply headed to the bedroom. Arnav watched her with confusion and when he heard the bedroom door shut, he went over.

"Angel?" He knocked on the door. "Angel?"

Khushi didn't reply, increasing Arnav's confusion.

"Angel? Open the door."

But Khushi didn't and Arnav was beginning to get angry.

"Khushi! Khushi, you open this door right this minute or I swear I'll-"

The door opened, revealing Khushi in a different outfit. Arnav looked at her confusedly, looking at her scarlet floral dress. She wore black tights beneath it and brown combat boots.

"Wanna go for a drive," she asked.

Arnav was puzzled. He searched her face for answers, but he couldn't read it. So to get his answers, Arnav nodded. "Just let me change."

He changed into a navy blue button down and black jeans, taking his leather jacket in case it got chilly. Khushi took her denim jacket in case she got cold as well.

Arnav had called Nigel to bring the R8 over. When he arrived, Arnav gave him the keys to the Cadillac and Nigel gave him the keys to the R8. Nigel headed back to the CitySpire and Arnav and Khushi headed out.

"So where did you have in mind," Arnav asked.

"Long island."

Arnav looked at her with confusion as she put in the address in his phone on Maps, giving him the driving directions. He wanted to question her on it but chose not to.

He knew that the two of them were different when it came to telling their secrets.

Arnav followed the directions Google gave him, driving far out. They were about 3 hours into the drive when his phone told him that they had arrived to a small town known as Glendale. As he continued to follow the last few driving directions, Arnav couldn't help but to wonder why they were in small town like this. But then he remembered the file he had on Khushi, recalling that it had mentioned her coming from a small town.

Note to self: give Khushi that file.

It was only a matter of minutes until they arrived to their destination - Glendale High School

When the car stopped, Khushi got out first and Arnav followed behind. He stood beside her as she looked up at the high school in front of them.

"For a long time, I've always been asking you of your secrets," Khushi said softly. "And when the time was right, you did. I asked, you answered. ...yet I continued to hide my secrets from you."

Arnav reached out and held her hand, giving it a light squeeze.

Khushi took in a deep breath and looked up at him. "It's time I tell you mine."

Chapter Sixty Eight

"FUCK!"

Khushi's body arched off of Arnav's desk as Arnav clawed at her waist and released his load into her, his body stilling. Khushi landed with a thud, her head to the side as her chest heaved to get oxygen back into her system. Arnav kept his grip on her, his head bowed as he tried to calm his crazy heart.

Khushi looked up at Arnav and he looked at her. "I think I now know why you asked me to come to work with you."

Arnav chuckled and placed a kiss on her lips. "Well... I like this better than my original intentions."

"Oh?" Khushi tired to reach forward, but she couldn't. She looked up and remembered that her hands were restrained, tied back to Arnav's desk's top drawer by his tie.

Arnav reached over and untied her hand. Khushi immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him close to him and Arnav rested his forehead on hers.

"That was amazing," she blushed.

Arnav smiled and kissed her forehead. "You did well again, angel. You will be rewarded for this as well."

Khushi smiled. "Thank you."

"It was all you angel."

Arnav pulled out of her and picked her up. He carried her to his chair and sat down, having her rest her head on his shoulder. Khushi sighed in content, holding onto him.

"So, what does my angel want?"

Khushi thought about it for a moment. "I don't know... my mind's blank right now. And my brain may be scattered around the room currently."

Arnav chuckled.

"Get back to me later when it's finished restoring."

"Okay," he chuckled.

With breathing back to normal, Arnav stood up again and walked to the ensuite bathroom, and placed her on the counter. He picked up a small towel and wet it before wiping it between her legs. Khushi leaned back on her hands and watched him as he took care of her. She loved it when he took care of her.

"Khushi."

"Hmm?" She knew it wasn't something bad, so she didn't mind him saying her name.

"I want you to be my personal secretary."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up and she leaned forward. Not again. "Arnav-"

"Hear me out first."

Khushi slightly slouched at his demanding tone.

"My temporary secretary recently resigned because she moved back to Kentucky to take care of her parents. She won't be coming back, which means that the position is open. Immediately I thought of you because who better to hire than the person who knows me so well?"

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I know how determined you were on getting a job, and I respect that. The reason why I didn't want you to apply to any other places or go to any interviews before was because I had planned the proposal, as I had mentioned before. Now I'd like for you to take this job."

"But Arnav-"

"This isn't a request Khushi."

Khushi's eyes widened as she looked into his eyes. She could see that he was serious and that this wasn't just Arnav speaking, but her dominant Arnav speaking.

Khushi bowed her head. "Fine."

Arnav caressed her chin and tipped it up, making her look at him. "Do you understand why I'm making you do this?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Because I know you have potential. Khushi, I'm not just giving you the job because you're my fiance, but because I know what you're capable of. If you go to other companies, they'll want to test you and you'll have wasted your time there. Here, you have the ability to advance forward easily."

"Everyone will just think it's because I'm your fiance."

"I don't care about what everyone else thinks. You're the only one that matters to me, and that's it."

Khushi looked down.

"If you'd like, I can treat you as a regular employee. You come to work at your own time, do your work as you should, and get the proper pay."

Khushi met his eyes.

"That is, if that's what you'd like."

Khushi just looked at him for at moment. "So... there would be nothing like this?"

Arnav couldn't help the smirk on his face. "Would you like for it to be?"

Khushi blushed and looked down.

"I'll take that as a yes," and Khushi blushed harder.

Arnav finished cleaning her up and picked her up again. Holding her with one arm, he opened up the wardrobe and reached in for a burgundy dress.

Khushi turned in his hold and looked at it. "You have clothes prepared for me?"

"Yup."

Khushi looked back at him. "For how long?"

"Since I first asked you to work for me."

Khushi frowned. "You really thought I was going to agree weeks ago-"

"I don't mean then."

Khushi was confused. "Then?"

Arnav set her down and pulled a drawer open. Inside the drawer were a variety of silk and lace lingerie. He picked up a matching set of black and had her turn around, then began to dress her up.

"You still haven't answered," Khushi said as he hooked on the bra.

Arnav bent down and tapped her ankle. Khushi picked up her foot one by one and Arnav slipped the lace panties up her legs and stood straight.

"They've been here longer than that," he said.

Khushi turned to him. "Meaning?"

Arnav unzipped the dress and placed it over her head. Khushi put her arms through the sleeves, still waiting for an answer.

"Think about it," he said, running his hand over the dress to straighten it.

Khushi wondered as he turned her around and brought her hair to the front to bring up the zipper.

Since he first mentioned working with him? When was the first-? Oh my....

"...any ideas where you wanna work?"

"I'm not sure. But if I get into a big company, then that would be great. Better pay, you know, so... yeah."

"You seem like a person who's capable of a big company."

"Really?"

"Really. In fact, you'd be perfect for AR."

"...um, I'll keep it in mind?"

Khushi's eyes widened as she turned to meet Arnav's, who was already looking at her. "You mean... since you first asked me out?"

Arnav nodded.

Khushi took in a sharp breath; she didn't know what to say. Arnav looked down and scoffed lightly with a smile.

"How clueless was I back then," he said. "I was in love with you without even knowing it."

Khushi caressed his face and kissed him softly on his lips. "At least you know now."

"That's true," and Khushi smiled.

Arnav smiled and kissed her. "Now come on, we've got to discuss your employment."

"Sure... but I'm not sure if I want to be interviewed by a naked employer," she smirked, her eyes teasing.

Arnav looked down at himself and remembered that he was still naked. "You really mind?"

Khushi frowned at him. "Arnav!" But she was very much humored.

Arnav chuckled. "Okay, I'll get ready. In the meantime, wait for me at my desk."

"Yes Sir," she smiled and she left him behind, teasing with a sway of her hips. "Don't be long," and she walked away.

Khushi went over to the desk and sat in one of the empty chairs. She couldn't believe that she was really going forward with this. But then again, she wanted to spend more time with Arnav, and here was the opportunity.

Arnav soon joined her, wearing a charcoal suit, no tie, the top few buttons undone. Khushi fought the urge to bite her lip.

After all, this was kind of like role play.

"So," Arnav began as he sat in his seat, "you will be my new secretary."

Khushi nodded.

"Do you understand that you will have many responsibilities?"

"Yes Sir, I do."

"And are you willing to do overtime?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you deem yourself responsible?"

Khushi fought back her frown and nodded. "Yes Sir."

"Good. You're hired."

Khushi's eyes widened. "Really? Thank you so much!"

Arnav nodded with a small smile. "Shall we discuss your pay rate then."

Khushi nodded. "Sure."

"If you have a required pay, you may say so."

"Well... what would you suggest? I really don't have a preference."

"Well my last secretary would get $25 per hour."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"And when she would do overtime, she would get almost about... $40 per hour."

Khushi gulped. Oh my crapola!

"Is that okay? "

"Uh... well... not that I'm exactly complaining- I mean it isn't a complain," she quickly said when Arnav arched his brow. "The thing is... isn't 25 too much?"

Arnav leaned back in his chair. "I find it okay. Now of course it comes down to how hard you work. Do bad and it goes down. Do well, and you get a raise."

Khushi couldn't believe it. How much more could she make?

"So have we come to an agreement?"

Khushi nodded. "Um... yes. I guess we have."

Arnav stood up and so did Khushi. "Welcome to AR Industries."

The two shook hands and by the look in his eyes, Khushi could tell the scene was over and she went around the desk and hugged him with a kiss. Arnav smiled as he kissed her, very happy.

Khushi leaned her forehead on his. I'll work hard for you Arnav. And once I make enough, I'll buy you a ring. I promise.

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.

Chapter Sixty Six

RING!!!!!

The sound of the bell ringing always brought despair for young Arnav. It meant that it was time to go back to the hellhole known as home. He always ignored his father and couldn't stand the sight of his stepmother, nor his stepsister.. The only person he looked forward to seeing was his Di, and that was it. She was the only family he had, the only person he cared for and loved.

He believed there was no one who could ever love him, nor that he was allowed to love. The one person he loved very much, his mother, had left him. Love was probably just not meant for him.

Walking down the street, his book bag hanging off of his shoulder, he buried his hands in his pocket. He walked down the street alone, kicking away the little rocks he came across. Everyday he would walk home slowly, hoping that he wouldn't get home until late in the day, but unfortunately, that was never the case.

Arnav continued to walk down the streets, when he heard grunting. His head turned in the direction the noise came from and walked towards it. He saw a dead end up ahead and the sound seemed to be coming from there. When he looked around the corner, he was shocked by his findings. He saw his stepsister, Kalavati, leaning against a street lamp, with a man's face buried in between her legs, under her skirt. She cried out in pleasure, her hands in his hair.

Arnav couldn't believe what he was seeing and was disgusted. Just as he was about to turn away, she pulled the man up and kissed him, then smacked him away. When Arnav saw that the man was no other than their math teacher, he was shocked. He watched their teacher go into his car and drive away. Kalavati simply brushed her skirt down and was about to head home when she spotted Arnav. It was clear by the look on his face that he had just seen what had occured.

"Well hello there, Arnav. Enjoy the show," she smirked.

Arnav was disgusted. "You should be reported."

Kalavati laughed, tossing her head back. "That's a good one."

But Arnav was serious.

"Oh fine, go ahead, I can always lie and say that Mr. Michaelson forced himself on me and threatened me if I tried to say something."

Arnav's eyes widened. The girl had no shame.

"But then again, it's not like Principal Schwartz would do anything. Then again, he just might get jealous since he loves my cunt as well."

Feeling his jaw about to unhinge itself, Arnav was shocked, but more disgusted, by far. "You're a whore," he growled, disgusted at the thought that they lived under the same roof.

But Kalavati wasn't bothered by what he said. "Tell me something I don't know, Arnav."

Arnav scoffed and turned away, wanting to get out of there immediately.

"You know you liked it."

Pausing, he faced her and looked at her confusedly.

"It excited you - out in the open, cries cutting the silence, anyone able to just walk by and see you being pleasured sexually, moaning in pleasure."

Arnav couldn't believe what he was hearing and scoffed. "Yeah right."

"You know it's true." She walked over to him, her hips swaying as she did. "You liked it," she said, trailing her finger on the strap of his book bag. "Being pleasured like that, being in control like that."

As much as Arnav wanted to deny it, it was true that the way she controlled Mr. Michaelson stood out to him. When she controlled him by keeping her grip on his hair, forcing him to stay put. And when she was done with him, she just tossed him away , done with him.

For Arnav to do that with a woman... that really excited him.

Kala scoffed with a smirk. "Told you so."

Arnav was confused at first, but when she gestured to the bulge in his pants, he shifted away.

"There's no need to hide from me, Arnav. We're quite alike, you and I."

"As if."

"Oh, but we are. We desire control - control of our lives and control of our pleasure."

She had a point - Arnav did want and liked control.

"I'll tell you what - there's a place I can take you where you could get just that, that is, if you go with me."

Arnav looked at her curiously, her smirk not helping him figure this out at all.

"You'll love it. You can finally stop rubbing off to playboy and bury your cock in a girl for once."

Arnav's eyes widened. He couldn't figure out how she knew if he was a virgin or not.

"So are you in or are you in?"

Arnav let out a sigh. "I don't know why I'm saying this but... I'm in."

*~*

Music thumped and Arnav couldn't believe his eyes. While people were dancing to the music, they were also fucking. Some fucked on the dance floor, some in the booths, some even at the bar. From fucking to cock sucking, to even pussy licking, there was everything going on. Arnav noticed guards around the club, keeping an eye on things, making sure things never got too crazy or went too far.

Arnav made his way to the bar, following Kalavati.

"The usual Ryan," she said.

The bartender nodded and prepared her drink. Arnav was shocked when the bartender gave her a scotch.

"You're not even 21," he said.

"So? I turned 18. Besides, I've got connections."

"Connections?"

"Yes, connections. Now what do you want to drink?"

Arnav really didn't have a clue, but he decided to go with a gin and tonic since he had heard of that drink before. When the bartender gave it to him without question, he couldn't believe it. Fifteen, almost at sixteen, yet here he was, drinking like a grown man.

"Come on, follow me," she said, and Arnav followed behind.

They went to the upper level and looked down at the club.

"Over there is where all of the prestigious people are. You can't just get in there so easily, you have to earn it and I aim to do so. Down that hallways is where the glory wall is."

"A glory wall?"

"Yeah, shove your dick into a random pussy that looks good to you - fuck it, eat it - whatever floats your boat."

Arnav couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"And over there is where things get a little more kinky," she said, pointing at another hallway.

Arnav was curious and Kalavati could see it. The two went that way and when Arnav got to the other side of the velvet curtains, he was shocked. There were St. Andrews crosses along the wall, many other contraptions as well. People here were doing the deed, only it was much more intense. Arnav heard the cries of pleasure mixed with the cries of pain. He saw women dangling and wrapped up tape. He saw women bent over laps and getting spanked. He saw men with their cocks locked in some type of contraption. He also saw men on leashes, crawling.

Seeing the people who had control over them turned him on. To be able to control passion and pleasure like that, excited him.

"Well lookie there."

Arnav looked in Kala's line of sight and saw a girl flinch her gaze away from him. He saw the blush on her face and Arnav could tell she liked him.

"Why am I not surprised." Kalavati walked over to where the girl was and Arnav simply followed. 

Arnav never felt shy of going up to a girl. However at school, he just never paid attention to any of the girls there.

They went to the girl, who was sitting alone on a black leather couch.

"Why hello Amani. Enjoying the view, are you."

The girl looked down.

"Still waiting for a new Master, I see."

The girl said nothing.

"Well, in the meantime, be a doll, and suck his cock."

Arnav hid his shock and looked at Kala.

"Does Master wish me to," the girl said in a low voice.

Master? I'm a Master already?

"Yes. Now do it," she gritted.

The girl got up, keeping her eyes to the floor.

Kalavati looked at Arnav. "Sit."

Arnav did so and Amani knelt down to the floor. She reached forward and undid his belt and jeans, then tugged them down, Arnav lifting his hips, releasing his length. Amani gazed at his length while Kalavati couldn't believe how big he was... and how sexy it was.

Amani removed his jeans and boxers, putting them aside, then caressed his legs. Arnav couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He would usually jerk off, imagining of this moment, and now it was about to happen.

Amani placed kisses on his legs, moving up. She took his cock in her hand and Arnav hissed. When she took him in her mouth, Arnav tossed his head back against the couch. The girl moaned around his cock, pleasuring him. She started off slow, bobbing her head along his length. Eventually, Arnav wanted more, so he gripped onto her hair and urged her forward. She began to take him faster, moving at the rhythm he made her move. He began to force her faster, Amani moaning around his length. He was going to cum, and he knew it, but he wanted to fuck her, so he forced her off of him.

He saw how desperate she was for his cock, reaching out with her tongue. But he wasn't going to have it and forced her up by her hair. It was then that he had realized that she was toying with her clit as well.

"Did I say you could pleasure yourself," he growled.

Amani shook her head hesitantly. "N-no Master-"

Before she could even finish, she was tossed down into the couch and Arnav hovered above her. Her dress had ridden up, revealing that she had worn no panties at all. At the sight of her cunt, Arnav wanted to bury his cock in her.

And she wanted the same.

"Please bury your cock in me," Amani begged. "Please fuck my pussy, I want your cock."

It turned him on, hearing her beg, but he needed more. "Beg."

"Please Master, fuck me. Use me, use my cunt. Put your dick inside my holes, please Master, please," she begged.

Arnav slightly picked her up and tugged the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and Arnav liked that. He took her nipple into his mouth out of instinct reaction and sucked on it. Amani cried out, arching her back.

"Please Master, fuck me! I want your cock!"

Arnav bit her nipple and she cried out.

"Please Master, please!"

He moved to the other one and teased it as well, bringing more cries from her lips.

"Please!"

Arnav spanked her as and gripped her hair tightly. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me Master," she nearly whispered.

"What's that? I didn't hear you," and he inserted a finger inside her.

Amani moaned in pleasure but she wanted more. "Please oh please Master, put your big cock in my pussy and use it, please!! Use me please Master, fuck me!"

Arnav withdrew his finger and plunged his dick right into her. Both grunted in pleasure and Arnav fucked her. His grip tightened on her hair while he clawed her ass, smacking it now and then. He fucked her roughly... and they loved it. 

It dawned on Arnav that there really were two types of people in the world - the ones who wanted to have plain sex and the ones like him who enjoyed the kink. Of them, there were the ones wanted to receive it and there were the ones like him, who loved to control it.

"Can I cum Master, please," Amani writhed. 

Arnav smirked cunningly. "I don't know. Can you?"

He decreased his speed and the girl cried out. "Please Master!"

The grin on his face was plastered. It was cunning and almost evil.

He decreased his speed even more and Amani squealed. "Please Master, please! Please may I cum?!"

"Now that's more like it."

He increased his speed and pounded into her, and her cries urged him faster. Within seconds, the two came, Arnav grunting as he released his load into her. Once he had, he pulled out and walked away, not even looking back at her, and went to the bar.

Kalavati watched as he did and looked at the sated girl on the couch. Truth be, she was impressed. She didn't really think Arnav was cut up for this, and yet here they were.

Picking up the girls head, she sat down and had her lay her head in her lap. "Did you like that doll?"

Amani nodded. "Yes Mistress."

Kala reached out and ran a finger in between Amani's folds, scooping up their release on her finger. "Taste it," and she put her finger in Amani's mouth.

Amani sucked on it and moaned around her finger.

"Do you like it doll?"

She nodded around her finger.

"Good girl."

She placed a kiss on her forehead. "We'll see you around," and she got up. 

"Um, Mistress?"

Kala looked back at her with an arched eyebrow and Amani looked down. "What?"

"I-is... is Master looking... for a new submissive?"

Kala thought about it. "I don't know," and she turned away.

*~*

After that day, Arnav went to the club everyday. He carried himself highly though, only fucking Amani and not just any random girl who caught his eye. While he continued to go day after day, Kala hadn't, enjoying her time with the school staff and student body instead.

It had been a while since she had gone back to the Dark Paradise, so she decided one evening to go. It was only when she got there that she had realized the difference in Arnav.

Arnav was now with the prestigious members of the club, and she was shocked. She had been trying for so long, and yet here Arnav was after only being here for a few weeks. Kala also noticed the change in his physical appearance. He didn't just wear a random T-shirt he would find in his closet, but he wore button down shirts with his jeans. His hair was done, unlike it's usual one-swipe-through-his-hair look.

Arnav had truly changed... and she was turned on.

Making her way to the bar, Kalavati sat beside Arnav. 

"Fancy seeing you here," she said to him.

Arnav sipped his gin and tonic. "I could say the same."

"I knew this place before you."

"You haven't been here in the past 3 weeks."

"Ah... so he notices me."

"Kala, I keep my eyes out on everything."

Kalavati nodded and the bartender came with her scotch on the rocks. "I see that there's been some changes to you."

Arnav scoffed lightly. "You could say that." He turned in his stool, facing her. It was only then that Kala had noticed Amani, naked and in a collar, huddled on the floor and acting as his footrest. 

You've improved, she smirked to herself.

"What are you doing here?"

Kala glanced down at his pet and took a sip of her drink. "Amani, hmm?"

Arnav glanced down at her and Amani simply stayed huddled at the floor.

"You're welcome."

"You're not welcome, Kala."

Kalavati cocked her eyebrow at him.

"You may have introduced me to this place, but it was Melinda who helped me."

"Melinda?"

"Oh right, you wouldn't know any of the VIP."

Kala's fists clenched automatically. 

"It's probably because of how messy you are. Ah well." Arnav got up. "Let's go."

Kalavati watched as Amani crawled after him, Arnav holding his drink as he left. She couldn't believe it - he was acting as if he was more highly than her.

And it excited her. 

*~*

Later in the night, Kalavati sat at the black leather couch, watching the scenes play out before her in different parts of the room. But her eyes mostly wandered to Arnav and Amani, watching Arnav as he flogged Amani, whose arms were strapped to the carabiners. There were people around them, watching the scene as Amani was forced to hold back her screams. It was a challenge for her, being pleasured and wanting to cry out in pleasure, buy she couldn't. She wished he had gagged her to help her, but that was the point of it all.

Kalavati couldn't believe how much Arnav had changed in 3 weeks. With him never home and the two never seeing each other at school, she had no idea! But seeing the way he was now... she loved it. 

She watched as Arnav wrapped his arm around Amani's waist, his hand splayed out on her stomach. He was whispering into her ear and she could see the difficulty on Amani's face, how she wanted to cry out in pleasure. She watched him nibble her earlobe then suck and bite her neck.

Seeing him act like this made Kalavati want him to do it to her. Even though she preferred to be in charge, she wanted Arnav to control her. 

And she was determined to have it.

Kalavati got up and went near the two. Arnav was once again flogging her and Amani twirled on her feet from side to side, biting down on her lip very hard to stop herself from screaming in pain and pleasure. Arnav came around, the straps of the flogger being skimmed over her body.

"You've shown your own restraint very well, my pet," Arnav said softly. "Well done."

Amani smiled lightly and Arnav undid his belt and jeans, lowering them slightly. He bent down and picked her up by her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

"Time for your reward," and he thrust into her.

Amani gasped at the pleasure and she pulled on her restraints. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but she couldn't because of the restraints. Arnav continued to fuck her hard and Amani continued to cry out in pleasure. Kalavati watched as the girl filled up with pleasure, ready for her release. She came at that instant and screamed in pleasure as she did, tossing, her head back. Arnav soon came and he released his load into her. He whispered into her ear as he released one of her hands. Immediately she wrapped it around his neck, breathing heavily as she came down from her high.

With the scene over, people dispersed, but Kalavati remained. Amani was released and Arnav held her in his arms. He was about to leave when Kala came in his way.

"That was very impressive," she said.

Arnav didn't say anything and went to a couch to lay Amani down. He turned to get water for her, but Kala was once again in his way.

"That was hot."

Again he said nothing and went to the bar. He asked for a bottle of cold water and the bartender went to get him one. 

"You know what's good after a good fuck? Or better before a fuck?"

Arnav couldn't believe it. Go away bitch!

"A smoke."

This caught his attention and he cocked his eyebrow at her.

Kalavati smirked. "Ever smoke pot before?"

*~*

Smoke was in the air, the smell of pot in the air. It always felt good to Arnav, smoking up a joint after a scene. He had been for the past few years. And one thing that hadn't changed was Kalavati always trying to be in his case.

Arnav was at the back of the club, in the alley, smoking his joint. Kalavati had had a drink too many and was smoking beside him. He ignored her as he always did, but little did Arnav know that today would be a bit different.

Kalavati looked at Arnav. He wore a light blue button down with jeans. She could see the definition of his muscles and she loved it.  Arnav had changed in the past few years, a much better and highly respected Dominant. Submissives wanted to be his sub the second he was free. He was friends with the elites and they believed in him so much, that they were starting to loan him money to start up his own business and have his own company.

Arnav had truly become something else and the more he did, the more it turned her on... but she still didn't have him. Night after night, she dreamt what it would be like to have his cock in her cunt, pounding into her. She wondered what it would be like to have his cock in her ass while he fisted her. 

She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Rolling away from the wall, Kalavati moved in front of Arnav. Arnav ignored her as usual and she tugged him by his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"Kala-"

"Hush," she hissed, placing her finger on his lips. "Ugh, they're so soft... I want them all over my body."

Arnav arched his eyebrow with disgust.

"I want that mouth of yours on my pussy and my ass. I want that cock of your to fill my holes. I want you to fuck me Arnav, to dominate me."

Arnav tried to push her away but Kala clung onto him.

"Fuck me Arnav. Feel how wet I am for you."

"Get off of me Kala, that's never going to happen!"

He pushed her away and went back inside, leaving a smirking Kala behind.

"We'll see about that."

*~*

"Where have you been, dear," Melinda said as Arnav joined beside her.

"A smoke."

Melinda's nose crinkled. "That's a bad habit, I've told.you to stop it."

"I tried... didn't work."

Melinda shook her head. "Unbelievable."

Arnav chuckled. "So where's Lance?"

"He's been good so he's probably getting his cock sucked off at the glory wall."

"Oh? What did he do?"

"I had a horrible day at work and he sent me flowers and chocolates."

"That really was sweet of him."

"How could I not reward him for being such a good husband? He'll be grinning like a fool tonight. But if he thinks too much on it, I'll have to punish him."

Arnav chuckled as a waiter came up to them. "For you Sir."

Arnav looked at the gin and tonic on his tray. "I didn't order anything."

"The Mistress wanted me to give you this."

Arnav knew that the only person who would send Ryan into this room was Kalavati, since she still couldn't come in here with the elites, even after all these years - she was just too reckless.

Arnav took the drink anyways and shooed him off.

"There's one more thing Sir."

Arnav looked at him confusedly as he handed him a black envelope. Ryan walked away and Arnav put his drink down to open the envelope. Melinda looked at him curiously as he did. When he had, he reached inside and pulled out a pair of dark purple, silk panties.

"Ugh, she didn't," Melinda said, repulsed. 

Arnav shoved it back inside and called a waiter. He asked him to burn the envelope and he went away.

"How much longer will she continue to do this," Melinda asked, annoyed, while offering Arnav hand sanitizer.

"Well its been more than a year since she's told me she wants to fuck me, so who knows."

"She is unbelievable, and she keeps trying to get in your way."

"Why do you u think I stay in here most these days? She's any eyesore."

"That she is. ...at least you have the guards to keep track on her and keep her away from your scenes."

"You have to do what you have to do."

"Speaking of which... where is your little Brittany?"

"Who said only your husband could be rewarded that way?"

Melinda's eyes widened with humor. "You didn't."

"I did. Who knows how many guys have filled her holes."

"She's a greedy one."

"That she is."

"Are you really going to let her go?"

"I am."

Melinda nodded. "How's school going? Your sophomore year going well?"

"It is. I see no need for me to be there, but it's all for my mother."

"May she rest in peace."

Arnav nodded, toying with the tumbler which held his drink. 

"You should head on up and finish up your assignments."

Arnav nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right. Where would I be without you Melinda?"

"Probably getting screwed by Kalavati."

Arnav's eyes narrowed. "Melinda."

Melinda couldn't hold back her laugh. "Oh if you only saw your face!"

Arnav rolled his eyes and left, heading on up to his apartment. He really didn't want to do any of his assignments, but he didn't really have a choice.  His mother had always wanted him to go to college, and now he was fulfilling that wish. 

Entering his apartment, he prepared for misery, but when he got in, he realized he should have been prepared for horror. On his couch was Kalavati, naked and wanting as she laid there, masturbating.

"Kala," he screamed.

Kalavati only moaned, writhing as she pleasured herself. Arnav went over to her and pulled her up by grabbing her wrist. Kala pushed her body onto his and Arnav pushed her away.

"What the fuck are you done here," he roared.

"I bet you loved smelling my panties," she moaned. 

"Kala you have officially crossed the limit. I want you to get out right now!"

"But-"

"GET OUT!"

Kalavati flinched, but she didn't move one foot. So instead, Arnav dragged her out of the apartment and threw her out. He shut the door behind him, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

"This isn't over," he heard her scream. "I will have you!"

Arnav ignored her and headed upstairs, over Kalavati and her shit. He also needed to throw this couch out, not to mention burn it.

*~*

"You threw the couch out?" Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"And burned it."

Khushi's eyebrow shot up. "Wow."

"And that's the take between me and Kalavati."

Khushi couldn't believe it. So that's why he can't stand her? Because she tried to get in bed with him? But isn't that illegal? ...then again don't share blood. Legally they could get together, even get married-

"Angel..."

Khushi looked up at him. 

"I can tell what your thinking. Don't."

Khushi frowned, wondering how he could tell. But besides that she had other concerns. "It's clear now why she cant stand me... she's gonna be a pain, isn't she?"

"More than she is now. "

Khushi nodded. "Well... it doesn't matter to me."

She reached over to him and straddled him. 

"You're mine Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, all mine."

Arnav smiled and held her waist. 

"Thank you."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "For what?"

"For telling me this secret."

He smiled at her softly. "You're welcome angel."

"I love you Arnav; so much, it makes my heart hurt."

Khushi could see the love in his eyes and smiled when he gave her his special smile, the one that was just for her. He pulled her into him and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I love you too angel. Promise me you'll be by side forever."

She kissed him on the cheek. "I promise. I'll be with you forever and always," and she hugged him once more.

While Arnav held her with a smile, Khushi felt a fear within her.

Everything I've been wanting to know, I'm starting to find out. How can I let him do this when I can't do it for him?