Chapter Thirteen

Arnav sat in front of the huge flat screen and watched the basketball game. Khushi and him had already had dinner and Khushi had disappeared of upstairs. It had been a while now and Arnav started to wonder.

I'll go up when the game ends, he decided. After all this is the last quarter.

The game ended and Arnav headed upstairs, turning everything off, the lights off as well. He checked the stove to make sure it was off and locked all the doors to the balconies. Better safe than sorry

He went up the stairs and didn't see Khushi. He went over to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Khushi?"

No reply.

"Khushi?"

Still nothing.

"Khushi?!"

"What?"

Arnav sighed and rolled his eyes. "Khushi, why didn't you reply the first time?!"

"I was in the shower! Geez!"

"Oh. ' sorry."

"Its okay."

Arnav went over to the bed and sat down. He grabbed his MacBook and logged onto Facebook. After a few minutes passed, he heard the bathroom door click. He looked up and his eyes widened so much, he thought they would fall out.

Out came Khushi, in a black romper, that was right up to her upper thighs.

The romper:
http://mobi.victoriassecret.com/sleepwear/corsets-and-teddies/ruffle-trim-romper-sexy-little-things?ProductID=90660&CatalogueType=OLS

Arnav couldn't even remove his eyes off of her. But what also caught his attention was the little pink bow on her head. She looked adorable yes, but once you looked down at her full outfit' speechless.

Arnav shut his MacBook and walked over to her. Khushi smiled at him shyly and once he got in front of her, he looked her up and down. Her legs were entirely on display, her cle*vage being the torture.

And then it hit him.

"Khushi."

"Hmm?"

"You look'."

"I look'?"

"You look like'."

"I look like'?"

"You look'" He walked around her, looking her up and down, his arms crossed. "You look like'."

"Look like what?"

He didn't say anything and continued to circle her, analyzing her. Khushi looked down at herself and wondered.

Does he think I look like a little kid, she wondered. "What do I look like?"

"You look like'."

Oh my gosh, if he says I look like a little kid-!

"You look like a'."

If he seriously says I look like a little kid, I'll get so mad, I'll kill him' okay maybe I won't, but I'll hurt him.

"Khushi, you look like a'."

"Like a what Arnav?"

Arnav stopped in front of her, his arms crossed, and he sighed. "Khushi, you look like a good playboy model."

Khushi blinked once and then sighed.

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "Why do you look relieved?"

"Because I thought you were going to call me a little kid! Thankfully, you didn't."

"Yet I called you a good playboy model'?"

"So?"

"Khushi, do you even know what playboy is?"

"Isn't that like a female version of a player?"

"Are you serious?"

"No, that's just a b*tch. A playboy model is' is'" and she gasped.

Arnav smirked, trying not to laugh and Khushi came at him, pounding her little fists on his hard chest.

"Hey! Hey! Khushi stop-"

"Do I look like a wh*re to you," she squealed, pounding her fists on him.

Arnav was stepping back as she kept hitting him, until he grabbed her wrists and turned and leaned her against the wall. "No. That's why I said the good ones."

"What difference does it make?!"

"Well the bad ones are' self-explanatory. As for the good ones, the good ones wear corsets and have bunny ears on. You on the other hand have a little bow on your head."

Khushi looked up at it. "It's at least cute."

Arnav nodded. "It is."

Khushi just pursed her lips.

"But, um' why, did you do all this?"

"Why do you think silly? For your birthday."

"My birthday?"

"Yup!" Khushi released herself and placed her hands on her hips. "From me to you, I'M your birthday present."

Arnav raised an eyebrow. "You? My birthday present?"

Khushi smiled and nodded happily.

Arnav looked her up and down again. "Hmm, I like."

Khushi placed her arms around his neck. "Me' or the outfit?"

Arnav held her waist and pulled her closer. "Both."

Khushi smirked slyly. "That's why I added a new list to my shopping list."

"And what's that?"

"A "for-Arnav" list."

Arnav raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Hmm, I think I like that list."

Khushi giggled. "I knew you would."

Arnav smiled. "But I must ask, what else did you buy on that list?"

"You'll see for yourself."

"And when will that be?"

"In time sweetheart, in time."

Arnav smiled, Khushi smiling as well and both leaned in for a kiss.

"Do you like your present," Khushi asked, when she broke away, murmuring on his lips.

"I love it," he murmured back.

A smile appeared on Khushi's face and she leaned back in.

"Although," Arnav said, breaking away from her, "I think I'll open this present later."

Khushi blushed and she buried her face into his chest and hugged him, Arnav holding her and kissing the top of her head, holding her close to him.

Chapter Twelve

Khushi and Arnav walked into Victoria's Secret. Arnav decided that he would wait by the entrance while she shopped around. Khushi felt bad but Arnav didn't mind, knowing she still felt uncomfortable about all this.

Khushi went through the store and found some body sprays and lotions that smelled good to her. She did some undergarment shopping, bought some stuff from the PINK section, and then did some extra shopping, which she named for-Arnav shopping.

Once she was done, she paid for it and joined Arnav and they left. On the train, Arnav got curious.

"So what you buy," he asked.

"A: improper grammar."

Arnav smirked.

"B: you'll see."

"Oh? Surprises now, huh?"

She smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see."

They got off at their stop and walked to their building. They got inside the loft and Arnav froze. Khushi looked at him in confusion and then looked at what he was looking at - it was her in-laws.

"My, my, my! I see we're holding hands already," Arnav's mother said. She was smiling end to end and went over to Khushi and gave her a big hug. "So much in just a short time!" She caressed Arnav's cheek. "Always be happy."

Arnav and Khushi smiled.

"Well I'm just glad the two are close now, eh," Arnav's father said, walking over to Arnav and nudging him.

"Dad," Arnav said, slightly embarrassed.

"Anyways, come visit me at the office tomorrow - we have important matters to talk about."

"Uh, sure."

"And a little gift from us to you," his mother said, giving him little gift, all wrapped up in red.

"Mom, you didn't have to."

"How could I not?!"

Khushi got confused and Arnav's mother shook her head.

"He didn't tell you did he," she asked looking at Arnav.

"Uh… I was?" Arnav tried but his mother shook her head.

"It's his birthday tomorrow."

Khushi looked at Arnav in shock, surprised Arnav hadn't told her a thing. And he said that he loved her. Wow.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Its a thing that runs in the family."

"Oh great! Here we go," Arnav's father exclaimed.

"Well its true!" She looked at Khushi. "When I got married to your Papa, I didn't know until my mother in-law told me!"

"Really," Khushi asked.

"Haan! This started way back to my great grandfather in-law. ever since then, it's become a tradition," she chuckled.

Khushi couldn't help but chuckle too and the Raizada men rolled their eyes.

"Sweety, don't give me that look," Arnav's mother said, "or you'll be sleeping alone tonight."

"What?! Why-"

"Don't ask why mister. You know why."

"Oh stop it you two," Arnav said. "Sometimes you guys can be impossible!"

"They're just being couple," Khushi defended.

"Exactly," his mother said. "Oh, my bahu is just so understanding. Unlike you two men."

The men were taken aback.

"Mom-"

"Arnav, it's rude to talk back to your mom," Khushi said.

"But-"

"Dont talk back to her otherwise you'll be sleeping on the sofa."

Arnav stood quiet and confused. What the? What just happened, he thought.

"Oh, he has his "what the" face on," his mother said.

"Mom," Arnav said, embarrassed.

"Chote, I'm your mother. You've had that face since you were a baby. I tell you Khushi! When he was a baby-"

"OKAY mom, I think that's enough," he warned, embarrassed.

"Aww, he's getting embarrassed. Fine," she leaned towards Khushi and whispered "I'll tell you some other time."

Khushi giggled, as well as did her mother in-law and her father in-law shook his head. Arnav was going red from embarrassment and wanted to hide under a rock.

"We'll leave now then," his father said, and the two left.

Khushi couldn't help but giggle after the two left and Arnav was embarrassed. He tried to walk away but Khushi stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going," she asked.

"Upstairs to change."

"How come you didn't tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"About your birthday."

"Cause I don't really care. It's not a big deal-"

"Yeah it is. It's the day you came into this world!"

"So?"

Khushi just shook her head.

"Look, honestly, I don't care. Every year the day comes, I get you few phone calls, texts, presents, and thats it. Nothing special right?"

"But-"

"So why bother?" And with that, he went upstairs to change.

Khushi stood there and wondered. If I were to give him a really good present… could that change his opinion?

She looked down at the bags in her hand.

Maybe… just maybe it might.

Chapter Eleven

"Khushi! How much longer," Arnav whined.

"Arnav, at least let me change!"

They were in the dressing room, Khushi changing back into her clothes. Arnav was getting tired from all this and just wanted to go home.

"Khushi," he whined again.

"Arnav," she mimicked him.

"Not funny."

Khushi rolled her eyes and fixed her hair. "Okay. Let's go."

She returned the stuff she didn't want and they paid. They got outside and Khushi's stomach grumbled.

Arnav laughed. "Was that you?"

Khushi's face flushed from embarrassment.

"It's okay wifey. Let's go eat. I'm also hungry."

His stomach grumbled as well, agreeing with his statement. Khushi laughed as well, Arnav feeling a bit embarrassed himself. Arnav took Khushi's hand in his, sliding his fingers within hers, and they crossed the street, walking down a bit, and went inside KFC. They also had a Haagen Daz, as well as a Nathan's in there. They walked to the back and Arnav ordered their food. After waiting a bit they got their food and found an empty table, which was very rare since there were always people there. The two sat down and had their food, talking away.

After lunch, there was one more place Khushi wanted to go to, but wasn't positive about going.

"Khushi? What's wrong?"

"Well…."

"Well…?"

"Um… there's actually… somewhere else… I need to go?"

"Well I've got my energy back, so where to?"

"Um…."

"Yeah?"

"Uh…."

"Khushi?"

"Um, well… uh…."

He held her hand. "Tell me sweetheart."

Khushi's heart fluttered. "Uh, well, um… Victoria's Secret," she said guiltily.

Arnav blinked. "Victoria's Secret?"

Khushi gulped and nodded.

"Um, okay? I don't see a big deal out of it."

Khushi blinked, taken aback. "It is a very big deal."

"Why?"

"Arnav, do you know what's in Victoria's Secret?"

"Yes," he said, as a matter of fact.

"Then?!"

"Then?"

Khushi groaned.

"Khushi, I don't see the big deal in this. It's just a store and unless…." Arnav figured it out. "Unless… this is the first time you're taking a guy there."

Khushi looked away.

"That is the reason. You feel embarrassed because you're taking a guy with you."

"It's not that I feel embarrassed. It's because…."

"Because?"

"I mean that place… it's… it's…."

"It's what?"

"I don't know!"

"Khushi relax. We'll go in, get your stuff, pay, and get out."

"Um… I guess?"

Arnav held her hand and led her across the street. He held the door for her and they went in.

Chapter Ten

Khushi had a guilty pleasure for shopping. She tried not to shop much, but what's a girl gonna do?

Arnav and Khushi both got ready and headed outside. They took the train a few stops down and once they stepped outside, Khushi took in a deep breath, taking in the smell.

Arnav held Khushi around her waist. "Welcome to 34th Street-He-"

"Herald Square," Khushi finished, looking around from corner to corner of her eyes.

"Ah, I see you know your places."

Khushi looked at Arnav. "Yup. I used to come on weekends whenever I wanted to shop."

"All the way from Stony Brook."

"Well…-"

"You're such a girl," he smiled.

Khushi nudged him lightly, smiling as well.

"So, where first?"

"Um," Khushi looked around. "Uh… Forever 21," she smiled, her eyes shining.

Arnav nodded. "Let's go."

They crossed the street and walked a bit and went into the store. Music was blasting in the store and the two went up the escalator. On the second floor, Khushi went looking around for new clothes, asking for Arnav's opinion. It was always easier when shopping with someone else. They can always give an opinion and help find something nice, just like Arnav was doing.

"I'm gonna try these on," Khushi said, walking towards the dressing rooms.

Arnav followed her and stood there on the line. It was long and going in would take time. Khushi looked around, when something came to her mind. When coming onto the floor, to the left were some stuff for men and she had seen a jacket and a shirt that she liked. She left Arnav there, making him hold her stuff, which he had no problem with, and went to get it.

But before she took three steps, she turned back. She looked Arnav up and down. "What size are you?"

"Medium. Why?"

She nodded and went. She got them in his size and came back holding them.

"What the? Khushi-"

"Not a word," she said, taking her stuff and placing the ones for him in his hands.

"Khushi why-"

"Up, pup, pup! No."

"Khushi-"

"No."

"Khush-"

"No."

"Kh-"

"No Arnav," she stressed.

They got to the front and the girl looked at them. Well, mostly at Arnav. Who couldn't? I mean come on! It's Arnav

"You two together," the girl asked.

Before Arnav could say anything, Khushi spoke.

"Yeah," Khushi said, stressing it a bit.

The girl counted the number of items they had and led them to the other side where the trial rooms were bigger. The two went in and Khushi shut the curtain.

"Well, well. My wifey is getting jealous of someone looking at me," Arnav smirked lightly.

Khushi didn't reply and hung everything.

Arnav turned her to face him. "You don't like it Khushi, when someone else looks at me," he asked softly.

Khushi looked down and shook her head.

"And you didn't like the whole Sheetal thing, did you."

She shook her head again.

Arnav held her tight, Khushi burying her face in his chest.

"Arnav… I don't like it at all. Before… I didn't really know how I felt about this relationship. … but now…" she held him tight, "Arnav you give me so much love… every night, not once do you do it for just self pleasure. You always make love to me, instead of treating it as plain sex." She snuggled into his chest. "Arnav, I love you." She gripped onto him tighter. "I love you."

Arnav tilted her face up. "Tell me Khushi, did you mean it before?"

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows and then remembered.

*Flashback*

"I love you Khushi… I love you…."

"I love you too Arnav… I love you too…."

*End of flashback*

She nodded. "Yes Arnav, I did."

Arnav hugged her, squeezing her into him. "Khushi, I love you. I love you a lot! I've never met anyone like you and to be honest, I didn't know if I would be happy with this marriage. But now… Khushi, I love you."

Arnav's words brought tears to her eyes. She looked up at him and smacked her lips on his, sucking away on his lips. Arnav was surprised by her actions and looked at her wide eyed at her when she broke away.

"Sorry," she said, her blushing.

Arnav caressed her face and kissed her softly. "Don't be," he said lightly.

Khushi smiled, holding his hands.

"Khushi?"

"Hmm?"

"We have one problem."

The smile disappeared off of Khushi's face. "What?"

"Its going to be hard to resist you if keep changing out of all these clothes."

Khushi lightly hit his chest and released herself, shaking her head.

She tried on each of them and posed in front of the mirror

"Khushi, seriously," Arnav chuckled.

"Well you're not saying anything!"

"Geez, sorry."

"It's okay," and she continued posing. "Arnav?"

"Hmm?"

"Why aren't you trying your stuff on?"

"Let me watch you first."

"Well I'm done, so now you go."

"Hmm, so wifey wants me to strip for her? Nice," he smirked.

Khushi shook her head. "Shut up Hubby," she stressed.

Arnav smirked. "I like it."

Khushi rolled her eyes.

Arnav took of his jacket and shirt and Khushi gazed away at his sculpted chest. Arnav tried on the shirt and placed the jacket over him. "How do I look?"

Khushi got up and walked around him. "You look handsome!"

"Only?"

"Arnav," she warned.

"Just saying."

"Let's go pay for the stuff."

"Fine," and he changed out and got back into his.

Khushi returned some stuff and the two went to the register to pay. Once they paid, Khushi dragged Arnav across the street and they went into H&M.

"Khushi how much more will you shop?!"

"Arnav, we've only been in one store!"

"So!"

Khushi turned to Arnav. "Clearly you didn't take your exes shopping."

"No, I didn't."

"Hmm, no wonder they left you," she joked.

"And it's a good thing they did."

Khushi smiled and continued her shopping.

Chapter Nine

*MATURE CONTENT*

"Another level? What do you mean, Arnav?"

Arnav entered Khushi from the back and she clutched onto the beam on her right.

"I mean this," Arnav whispered out.

Khushi caught her breath, her left hand on the window. "Arnav," she gasped.

"Khushi," he whispered.

Khushi gulped and held onto the beam for support as Arnav moved, holding her breasts, his arm through hers.

"Aaah! Arnav… oh my gosh!"

"You like that Khushi?"

Khushi gulped and nodded.

"Tell me Khushi."

Arnav quickened his pace and Khushi's breath hitched.

"Oh my gosh… Arnav-"

"Do you like it?"

Khushi nodded.

"Tell me Khushi. TELL ME," he said with a seductive voice, and he quickened his pace.

Khushi quickly held Arnav's hand, her right hand still holding onto the beam. "Arnav!"

"Tell me sweetheart. … tell me."

Khushi nodded. "I do."

"You do what?"

"I do love it," she moaned, her eyes rolling up.

After going a bit more faster, he turned her to face him. Khushi's chest heaved and it rubbed along his chest. He caught her mouth back in his and kissed her possessively. Khushi kissed back, loving the feeling of his soft lips on her. He entered her again and Khushi brought her right hand through his left arm, her left hand holding onto the beam, and she clutched onto him.

"Arnav," she moaned.

"You like this too Khushi?"

Khushi gulped.

"Do you?"

Khushi nodded. "I do… oh my gosh! Arnav," she bit her lower lip.

He quickened his pace and Khushi gripped on tighter.

"Aaah! … aaarrrnnnaaahv!"

Arnav turned her back around and Khushi held the beam with her right hand, once again, for support. Arnav held onto her waist as he went in and out really fast.

"Aaah! Arnav… Arnav… oh my gosh, Arnav!"

"Ready to go all the way," he breathed out.

Khushi gulped and nodded. "… yes."

Arnav clutched onto her waist and went really fast.

"Oooh! Oh my gosh! Arnav! … aaah! … aaahaa!"

Arnav couldn't take it himself and buried his face in the crook of her neck, while Khushi was still holding the beam, her face leaning against the window.

"A-a-a-a-Arnav," she managed to whisper out. "W-w-w-wah-what if s-someone we-were to- aaah! … were to actually… see?"

"They can't - the windows are tinted."

Khushi nodded and Arnav went even faster and within a few minutes, he let go and the two went to the bed and laid back, getting their breath.

Arnav turned and went on top of Khushi. "What do you want to do today?"

"Um…." Khushi had a look of guilt somewhat coming over her face.

"Tell me Khushi."

"Well…."

"Come on Khushi - tell me. Let at least do something for you. Please?"

Khushi looked at him. "Uh… shopping?"

Chapter Eight

Arnav had heard the *ding* but didn't want to pay attention to it. Indeed it was the elevator and now Arnav was fuming to know who it was who was interrupting his moment with his wife.

Khushi noticed him fuming and held onto Arnav's hands, as he turned. He looked back at her and she shook her head, gesturing him not to get hot headed.

The doors to the elevator opened. "Arnav," a voice called out - it was a girl's voice.

Khushi didn't recognize it, but Arnav did. He stood in front of Khushi, covering her and he brought her hands through his arms, making her hold onto his shoulders.

"Arnav," the voice called out again.

Arnav stood still, confidence all over. Khushi hid herself behind him as she heard the footsteps.

"Arnav," the voice called out again.

The person came in, revealing a girl. Khushi had no clue who she was. She looked around, looking for Arnav.

"Arnav! Ar-" She saw him standing at the windows and smiled. "There you are! I've been calling you since-"

She stopped. She noticed Khushi poking her was out slowly and she stared right at her. Arnav noticed and looked at Khushi, and Khushi looked back at him. She looked so innocently cute, Arnav wanted to devour her lips at that moment. Of course, right now, he needed to control.

"Arnav? Who is she," the girl asked.

"Sheetal, you must be stupid," Arnav simply replied.

Khushi looked at her. Sheetal, Khushi wondered.

"Arnav, you must be kidding me right?"

"What do you think?"

Sheetal chuckled. "Arnav, you were joking weren't you? I mean when I got your text, I couldn't help but laugh. You? And getting married? That was never in your book," she chuckled.

Arnav just looked away.

"Oh come on Arnav," she chuckled, "you really didn't get married, did you?"

"Actually, I did." He slowly moved Khushi aside, his left hand over her butt, hiding it, and his right arm through her left, going down to her butt too, to hide. "This is my wife, Khushi."

Khushi felt completely awkward, but she gripped onto his shoulders. Sheetal stared wide eyed. She couldn't believe that in front of her was another girl with Arnav, that too that she was naked!

"Arnav-"

"Sheetal, I told you in that text that I was leaving to get married. Plus, we had broke up the week before, and I don't get why you tried to come running back."

"But Arnav-"

"But nothing. Now I suggest you give back the keys to the loft and take all of your stuff."

"Arnav-"

"Now," he said sharply, his voice filled with power.

Sheetal stomped like a child. "Fine!"

She went to the living room area and started getting her stuff.

Khushi looked up at Arnav. "She used to live here?"

"For a while. We lived together for a few weeks."

Khushi looked down, feeling a pang of jealousy. Arnav tilted her face up to meet his eyes.

"Don't worry Khushi, nothing ever happened between us," he said assuredly.

"If only something had," Sheetal grumbled.

Arnav rolled his eyes. "This chick just had to come. I was ready to take that luscious body of yours," Arnav flirted.

Khushi blushed.

"Let's go upstairs to the bed."

Khushi nodded.

Sheetal was looking the other way and Arnav and Khushi quickly went up the stairs. Upstairs wasn't much but just the bedroom. The windows had continued up from below to up there as well. Upstairs was simply a king-sized bed, two bedside tables, some wardrobes, a walk-in closet, a desk, and a bookshelf. Khushi liked it, since the basic theme of the apartment was iron and wood.

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*

Khushi looked around while Arnav got rid of his pants. Khushi was once again mesmerized by the view and Arnav went behind her. He kissed her on the cheek, slowly going down to her neck.

"Arnav," she whispered out.

Arnav groaned. "I want you in bed now," he groaned, pleading also.

Khushi nodded and they went to the bed, Khushi lying down, Arnav coming from on top. From above, Khushi was just as beautiful. It didn't matter what angle you looked at Khushi - she was always stunning.

Arnav pulled off his boxers and Khushi felt his arousal. It was hard and Khushi felt the desire for him to be in her. There was no control left in Arnav, maybe a percentage, but not much. He quickly got the condom on and just as he was about to enter her, Sheeal came in. Thank goodness they had the covers over them and Arnav leaned in closer to Khushi to cover her.

Sheetal flinched at the sight and looked away. "I need to get my clothes."

"Then hurry up," Arnav roared.

Sheetal jumped and quickly went to the wardrobe, while Khushi rubbed his arm, trying the keep him calm.

"Arnav, relax," Khushi said soothingly.

"How?! I'm trying to spend time with my wife and…. Khushi I can't control this for long."

"But Arnav-"

"Khushi I can't. I need to have you right now."

"But Arnav, there's someone in the room-"

"I could give a less damn if someone else is here. Khushi I love you. I need you. … I need you now."

"Arnav please-"

"No Khushi, no more."

All the while Sheetal was getting angrier and angrier at each sentence. Just as she got all her clothes, Arnav lost all control and entered Khushi.

"Aaah! Aaarnaaav," Khushi moaned.

Arnav went in and out of her without control and Sheetal stared wide eyed, unable to believe what she was witnessing with her own two eyes.

"Arnav," Khushi breathed out, scratching his back. "Arnav… stop… pl-"

"No Khushi… I need you… I have to have you…."

"You'll always have me…."

"Then let me have you now."

Khushi was about to say something, when Arnav increased his pace.

"Aaah! Arnav, please!"

"Khushi… I want you!"

"Aaah! Oh my gosh! Oh my- aaah! O-o-oh my gosh! … Arnav!"

Arnav increased his pace, burying his face in the crook of her neck, going extremely fast.

"Aaah! Arnav! … oh my gosh! Aaah!"

"I love you Khushi… I love you…."

"I love you too Arnav… I love you too…."

Arnav came out and collapsed on Khushi. While he rested his head on her breasts to catch up on his breath, and Khushi had her fingers through his sweaty, tangled hair, Sheetal was still in shock. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed with her own two eyes!

Arnav looked up at Sheetal. "What the f*ck are you still doing here? Leave!"

Sheetal was still in shock. "I-I-I-"

"LEAVE!"

Sheetal quickly ran out, taking all her stuff and left. Arnav looked down at Khushi and she was looking down as well.

"Khushi?"

She looked up at him.

"Please don't mind what I did. I just… I couldn't control myself anymore! I couldn't not think of my desires, that I lost it! I'm sorry."

Khushi shook her head. "It's okay, I didn't mind."

Arnav caressed her cheek. "Do you always hide your feelings?"

Khushi looked up at him. "No."

He looked down at her a bit, and then kissed her. "Let me love you for real now," he whispered, looking at her lips.

"Wasn't that real," she whispered back.

"Partially."

He got up and held his hand out. She got up and Arnav led her to the window and made her face her back against him.

"Arnav? What are we doing," Khushi asked, completely curious.

"We're about to love each other… on another level."

Chapter Seven

Four days passed by, each night ending the same way ;-)

Khushi stretched as she was about to get up. She felt a heavy weight on her and slowly opened her eyes to see Arnav's hand on her waist. She slowly removed it and got up to get ready.

As Khushi came out the bathroom, Arnav moved around and then eventually woke up. He looked at Khushi and Khushi paused. She smiled at him.

"Goos morning Arnav!"

"Good morning," he said in a tired voice.

Arnav continued to look at her and she felt uncomfortable. She didn't understand why he was looking at her in way and then she realized. She looked down at her stark naked body, covered in hickeys. Even his hand prints on her waist were still there.

Khushi blushed as Arnav got up and went over to her. Even Arnav was stark naked and Khushi wondered where this would lead to. He simply kissed the top of her head.

"I'll go wash up," he whispered out.

Khushi nodded and Arnav went to the bathroom. Within a few minutes he came out to find Khushi getting her clothes. He slowly walked over to her, admiring every curve of her body. He was about to reach out to her when all of a sudden, his phone rang.

"Hello," he said into his phone, a bit grumpily.

Khushi noticed and couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Oh! Hey dad! What's up?"

Papa, Khushi wondered.

"Um' I guess? ' no, no, no, no. It's okay. ' no dad really, it's okay. ' I understand, but it's okay. ' really. ' love you dad," and he hung up. "Khushi?"

"Yes?"

"We need to pack our things - we're leaving."

Khushi nodded and got her stuff out. Arnav just watched her.

Why isn't she asking why, Arnav wondered.

Arnav went over to her and blocked her from putting clothes into her luggage. "Aren't you gonna ask why?"

"I'm sure because Papa said so?"

Arnav looked at her, expressionless. "You don't have a problem?"

"We've spent nearly a week. No problem," she smiled.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, still smiling. "Positive."

She moved out of the way and continued packing, Arnav still under confusion.

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They finished packing and headed to the airport. Arnav's dad had got the private jet ready and all they had to get was get checked and board the flight. Hours later, they landed in New York City, and instead of going home, they were going to stay in the city.

"Where are we going to stay," Khushi asked as they got in a taxi.

"My apartment."

"You have an apartment here?"

"Yup. Dad bought it for me. Got one for Di as well."

Khushi nodded in acknowledgment.

"We're not spoiled," Arnav said, looking at the expression on her face.

"I know," she smiled lightly.

They drove to Soho and stopped in front of the building. As Khushi got out, she took in the smells of New York: it's soft pretzels, the hot dogs, the numerous gyro stands around her. Yup' she was in New York City.

"Shall we," Arnav asked, gesturing to the building.

She nodded and Arnav took her hand in his and led her inside the building. The doorman welcomed them and Arnav led Khushi to the elevator. He pressed the button and the elevator came and they got in it. They went up to the 10th floor and got out and went to another elevator.

"Another elevator," Khushi questioned.

"This one leads to it."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows as Arnav called the elevator and it dinged. He bent down and pulled the door up and moved the cage-like doors aside. He gestured Khushi to go in and she did, him following behind. He shut both doors and put a key into the panel and pressed a button, and then took the key out. The elevator went up and Khushi was completely curious. What kind of apartment has this sort of function?

The elevator stopped and Arnav opened the doors. The first thing Khushi saw was a huge picture of Arnav, in black and white. He had such a pose, Khushi felt a desire run through her which felt strange to her.

"Come," Arnav said, leading her in.

There was a small wall as you entered, unable to look inside properly, until you walked to the end of the miniature hall, which ended at Arnav's picture. Turn to your right, and then you could see it all, and when Khushi did, she gaped.

"Oh my gosh," she breathed out.

"What?"

"This is what you call an apartment?"

"I guess?"

"Dude, this a frigging loft!"

And indeed it was. There were no walls whatsoever and from floor to ceiling was huge! The living room was in front left corner, the kitchen all the way in the far left corner. There was a small library, and down a few steps to a little hangout area. There were some stairs to the far right corner, which led to the bedroom, keeping it separate from everything else. The windows went from floor to ceiling, gigantic! They were surrounded by beams at each side, so that if you wanted, you could hold onto it, or even try to climb it.

Khushi looked around, and even spun around. "It's beautiful."

Arnav smiled and placed the bags down. He walked over to Khushi, her still spinning around and around. He caught her wrist and pulled her into him. "Wanna see one of my favorite things of this place?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav led her to the window and Khushi gaped at the sight. You could see the Hudson river clearly, since they were only a few blocks away, the highway separating them from the river.

"Wow Arnav! Its beautiful!"

Arnav looked her up and down. "Not as beautiful as you."

Khushi blushed and tried not to look at him, otherwise she'd blush even harder.

Arnav held her around her waist nuzzling his chin on her shoulder. "Like it," he nearly whispered.

"I love it," she also nearly whispered out.

Khushi looked back out at the view. Clear blue sky's, the river flowing, and cars zooming by on the highway below. Khushi relaxed to it and Arnav watched as she shut her eyes, taking everything in.

She was beautiful, and that was all Arnav could think at that moment. At least, until he realized that he had her in his arms. He could fulfill his desires at that moment... and he was.

Arnav slipped his hands under her shirt, moving his hands up to cup her breasts. Thank goodness no one could see what was going on, even though they were at the window. There were no buildings in front that anyone could see and no one would be able to notice from Brooklyn, let alone the highway below and the people.

"Arnav," Khushi whispered out.

He squeezed them again and Khushi gasped.

"Arnav," she said again, this time faster.

Arnav was losing his control and turned her to face him and covered her lips with his. He kissed her, sucking on her lips, tracing them with his tongue. She was so sweet, giving him the intake of sugar he would be missing his whole life. That made him loose it more.

He let go and pulled her shirt above her head and removed it. He took her lips again and while kissing her, he unclasped her bra and got rid of it.

"Arnav," she moaned.

He was losing his edge and got her out of her jeans and panty.

"Arnav' protection-"

"Don't worry," he breathed out, taking a condom out of his pocket. "Always prepared."

She nodded and pulled him back in for a kiss. She sucked on his soft luscious lips, licking his lower lip, tracing it with her tongue. She had feelings overtaking her as she nipped at his upper lip.

Arnav was a step away from falling over. He couldn't resist, and nor could Khushi. Both tugged on Arnav's shirt, pulling it over his head and Khushi's hands went straight to his sculpted chest. His sculpted, lean chest, that many girls had gone crazy for, now belonged to one person - his wife, Khushi.

Arnav encased Khushi in, holding the beams, and roamed all over her neck and shoulders, while Khushi had moved her hand to his hair, her fingers entangled. She kept pulling him in closer and now Arnav was loosing it. He had to have her. At that instant.

"Aaarrrnaaahhhvv!"

More like NOW.

*DING!*

Khushi froze and pulled on Arnav's hair. "Arnav," she breathed out, "stop."

Arnav stopped and looked up.

She was breathing heavily. "Someone' is' here," she said, her chest heaving with every breath.

Chapter Six

Arnav and Khushi headed down to the city and went to JFK Airport. Their private jet was ready and after checking their passports and everything, the two were led out to the aircraft.

After hours of flying, they reached Florence, Italy. Khushi was amazed the minute she stepped out of the airport. It was beautiful, no doubt. They drove to Palazzo Niccolini al Duomo, the hotel where they'd be staying. They got the keys to their room and headed upstairs. All their bags were dropped off and the two crashed on the bed. They shut their eyes for a moment, and then Arnav looked over at Khushi and got on top of her.

"Ready to go on an adventure," Arnav asked.

Khushi nodded.

They both got up and decided to change so they opened up their luggages and got some clothes out. Arnav went to the bathroom first to change and then Khushi did. Once they were both ready, they headed out.

Khushi and Arnav went to the Uffizi and the Galleria dell' Accademia. They spent most of their time at those two place and when they for back to their hotel, they were exhausted.

"Tired," Arnav asked.

"Yeah."

"Why don't you get some rest and I'm gonna go take a quick shower."

"Okay," she smiled.

Arnav got his pjs and headed to the bathroom. About ten minutes later, he came out and Khushi loved how his hair was looking. It was wet and fluffy and Arnav noticed her gazing at him. But he realized she was looking up and he looked up at his hair. He continued approach her and when he got close, he shook his hair and water droplets flew onto her face.

"Ah! Arnav, stop!"

"Want to stare at my hair some more?"

"What?"

"Here, see it," and he shook his head, the droplets landing on Khushi.

"Arnav stop! I have to take a shower!"

Arnav stopped. "Fine."

Khushi shook her head and got her pjs and went to the bathroom. She took about half an hour and when she finished, she turned to her clothes and noticed Arnav's clothes. She picked up Arnav's shirt and held it. It smelled just like him and she felt a spark go up her.

Should I, Khushi wondered.

It was their honeymoon and she knew what was the expected, so instead of wearing her pjs, she wore Arnav's shirt. She came out and saw Arnav standing out at the balcony. He sensed her presence and turned and he gazed away.

His shirt just went to about the height of booty shorts for her. Her hair was dripping wet, the little droplets plopping down to the soft, white carpet under their feet. Arnav went over to her and pulled her in gently, by her waist. The two gazed at each, their eyes under an intense interlock.

*Rabba Ve Moment*

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*

Without a word, they kissed. It started off slow and then intensified. Arnav kept pulling her in, even though there wasn't any space left between them. Khushi fisted his hair, pulling on it every now and then.

"Khushi," Arnav said, his voice very raspy. "I can't control it anymore."

"Okay."

He kissed her again and then let go and led her to the bed. She laid down and Arnav came on top and looked straight down at her. He kissed her and Khushi kissed him back. It was getting to intense and Arnav was getting irritated by his clothing. He got up and took off his shirt and pants and went back to kissing her. Khushi could feel his manhood, the only thing separating it from her was his boxers.

"Khushi' let's do it' now," he said in between kisses.

Khushi nodded and sat up. Arnav helped her unbutton the shirt and got her out of it, revealing milky-skinned body to him. Without delay, Arnav kissed her again and roamed all over her body. He had her sit on his lap as he roamed all over her body. The wind blew in, giving Khushi the shivers and she held onto Arnav close.

"Arnav," she whispered.

Arnav laid her back and positioned himself. All the while, they were looking right at each other. Khushi knew what was about to happen and she kissed Arnav. Arnav got out a condom and got it on and entered Khushi. She didn't yell out this time, but it took her a while to calm down.

"Arnav," she whispered.

Arnav kissed her as he slowly thrusted. Khushi gripped onto his shoulder the entire time, creating marks on them. He paced up and Khushi felt like she was going to float  away.

"Aah' Arnav," she whispered out.

"Khushi'."

They continued to make love to each other and then stopped, laying down beside each other.

"Khushi?"

"Hmm?"

"You think you could try to make love to me?"

"I don't know. ' do you want me to?"

He looked at her. "That would be nice," he simply smiled.

Khushi looked down. "But' wouldn't I be whore?"

"Yes and no. You'd just have a quality a wife needs."

Khushi just shook her head and got on top of Arnav. She had learned a little bit from him and hoped for the best now. She kissed him slowly and softly and looked down at him. He looked right back at her and she gulped. He was so handsome, he was irresistible and then a feeling took over Khushi and she captured his lips with hers.

She kissed him possessively and felt something at her lower region. She didn't know what exactly, but she knew she needed Arnav in her that very moment.

Giving him a love bite before she let go, she sat up and was about to let him enter when he asked "Where'd you learn that?"

"Learn what?"

"To give a love bite."

"My ex used to do it."

"Your ex."

Khushi nodded.

A bit of jealousy came over Arnav and Khushi noticed.

"Arnav' are you getting jealous?"

"No! Why would I be," but it was clear in his voice that he was and he realized an looked away.

"What's there to worry about, Arnav? If anything, I'm only yours."

"Really," he asked, looking back at her.

She nodded. "I'm your wife, and nothing can change that."

He caressed her cheek and kissed her. "So are you gonna do it?"

"Do what?"

"Making love to me instead of me loving you?"

Khushi smiled lightly. She positioned herself properly and the minute she felt him in, she let out a sigh. Arnav watched her as Khushi shut her eyes and felt a feeling she had never felt before, her chest heaving. She opened her eyes and looked down at Arnav and Arnav could notice the transformation in her eyes.

She started to gyrate her hips slowly, and then paced up. Arnav held her hips and couldn't believe that she was doing this. She looked so innocent, who could've thought she had this inside her.

"Aah! ' aaah!"

Arnav couldn't believe this was the Khushi he was married to. She seemed' unlike herself. She was moving up and down, him going in and out of her, at an insanely fast pace.

"Arnav," she moaned.

That turned Arnav on and he started moving along with her. Their steady beat and them panting was like music to Arnav.

"Aaah! ' aaah! Oh my gosh' aaah!'  Aaah! Arnav'."

Arnav's mind was blown away and he was still in the state of shock. "Khushi," he moaned out.

Khushi didn't know what overtook her but it made her act more. After another couple of hours, Khushi collapsed beside him, and pulled the blanket up, keeping her arms out. She couldn't believe what she had done, but she had done it. She looked over at Arnav and he was looking up, catching his breath. She didn't know if she should say something, and instead she turned away.

She wondered if what she did was good. She wondered if she did everything right.

I just wanted to give what my husband wanted, she thought, and if I didn't get it right'-

Arnav wrapped his arm around her waist and pecked her on her cheek. "Looking at you' no one would ever think you had a crazy side."

He kissed the crook of her neck and Khushi blushed. The two eventually fell asleep, both having a smile spread across their lips.

Chapter Five

Khushi waited for Arnav to come down. Unlike the day before, it would just be Arnav and her, as well as Masi. Arnav came down and went into the dining room. He was about to sit down when Masi came in.

"Masi, you," Arna questioned. "When did you come?"

"This morning," she smiled.

Arnav went over to her and hugged her. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, my baby."

Arnav smiled and remembered something. "Oh yeah, have you met my wife, Khushi?"

Both Masi and Khushi looked at him. It was the first time Arnav called her as "his wife" and Khushi was touched.

"Yes, I did," Masi replied.

She looked at Khushi and Khushi smiled.

"Too traditional, don't you think," Masi questioned.

Khushi figured she didn't like her, but ignored it and continued to smile.

"Actually Masi," Arnav said, "she went to Stony Brook."

"What? Stony Brook?"

"Yeah. She has western flare. Trust me," he looked at Khushi in the eyes, "I know it."

Khushi looked down, thinking about their exchange the night before, before everything got intense.

Everyone had breakfast, that is, after Arnav convinced Khushi to sit down with them and eat breakfast. She kept saying no and Arnav said that if she didn't, then he wouldn't eat. Since breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Khushi sat down, not wanting Arnav to miss his breakfast because of her.

Masi noticed the exchange and didn't like it.

This girl, Masi said in her head, what does she think of herself.

She rolled her eyes and continued to eat breakfast.

"So Chote," Masi said, "what are your plans now?"

"Well… dad texted me this morning; said something about having to tell me something really important and he'll tell me when he gets back. Other than that, I'm going to Florence-"

"You're going to Florence? Meaning Italy? It is beautiful there!"

"I know, that why I booked a hotel there for us."

"Us?"

"For me and Khushi."

Khushi widened her eyes and looked at Arnav, while Masi looked at Khushi.

"Why," Khushi asked.

"Simple. Honeymoon," Arnav smiled.

"Honeymoon," Masi questioned. "In Florence?"

"Yup."

"But I… I don't even know Italian," Khushi said.

"Oh right," Masi said. "I'm sure they don't teach other languages back there, do they?"

"Actually, I learned Spanish here," Khushi said lowly.

"Close enough," Arnav said. "Now, we need to pack our bags."

"What?"

"Yeah. Flight's in the afternoon at 4."

"But-"

"No buts. We're going."

Khushi just shook her head, not able to say back anything else. Masi didn't like it one bit but didn't say anything.

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Khushi packed up their bags and when Arnav came into the room, she was done.

"What the? Khushi, did you pack my stuff?"

"Uh… yeah…?"

"Why?"

"Because I did?"

"But they're my bags."

"What are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is you pack your bags and I'll pack mine. Khushi I don't want you to do extra work. I know you're trying to help me out, but it's okay. I know you're just trying to the wifely thing."

Khushi just looked down. "Fine… I'll just keep my hands off your stuff."

She was about to head to the bathroom to change when Arnav stopped her.

"Khushi, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you to do all the extra stuff. From now on I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

"What? Why-"

"I'm your husband, and it's my responsibility to take care of you," Arnav said, cupping her face in his hands. "You left everything for me, now I'm going to fill your life with happiness, okay?"

Khushi just looked up at him. Not only did he call her his wife, but he claimed himself as her husband. She smiled and gave him a hug and Arnav held onto her.

He let go first. "Quickly get ready. We're leaving soon."

Khushi just nodded her head and he let her go and both got ready.

Chapter Four

Khushi woke up and felt the hardness around her. She looked down and saw Arnav's chest and looked up at him. He was asleep and looked adorable. She felt a breeze and felt chilly immediately. She looked down at herself and realized she was naked.

Khushi thought about the night before. They made love to each other and Khushi remembered every intense moment. She blushed at the thought of it and looked back up at Arnav. He was breathing lightly and Khushi didn't want to bother him.

She carefully moved his arm aside and got up. She got her clothes and took out an anarkali from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom, taking one last glance at Arnav and then walked in.

When she got out, he was still asleep. Khushi carefully crept out of the room and carefully shut the door, not wanting to wake Arnav up. She headed down to the kitchen and helped Hari Prakash out with breakfast (omg, just imagine Hari Prakash dressed up in pants and button down shirt - improvement!). She sent him to the table to set it up and finished up, now making the tea.

"Oh… so you're Chote's wife?"

Khushi turned around and saw a woman. She was older, but she dressed like she was young. Her eyeliner was heavy and her eyes seemed to go through you.

"Of course, you don't know who I am. I'm Arnav's Masi."

"Masi?"

"His father is my brother. Chote just calls me that & that's always how it's been. Even Anju does too."

Khushi got confused.

"Anjali. We call her Anju."

"Oh," Khushi shook her head, feeling silly for not realizing.

"It's okay. I knew you'd be slow."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"I knew that marrying some traditional girl from back home would mean getting a slow, un-smart girl like you."

Khushi looked down at the floor.

"Typical desi girl. No class, no taste," she remarked on Khushi's clothes.

While Masi's were designed clothes by her bhabi, Khushi was wearing something she got as a gift from her parents.

"Whatever," Masi said. "Anyways, I came to apologize. I was out of town and had stuff to do so I couldn't come to the wedding." She sucked her teeth. "What's the word? For forgiveness?"

"Mafi?"

"Yeah, that's it, "mafi". I guess you do understand English. Good, otherwise, who knows how you'd survive out here."

Khushi just looked away.

"I just hope your English isn't bad. If it is… oh dear!"

Khushi looked at her. "It's okay Masiji. My English is perfectly fine."

Masi was surprised. Khushi was speaking fluent English.

"And it's okay Masiji, I don't mind if you didn't come. I'm sure you had very important work to do."

Masi didn't say anything and the tea was ready. Khushi poured it into the teapot and got a cup ready for Arnav. She took some sugar with her, not sure how much he needed, and headed upstairs, Masi watching her as she left.

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Khushi opened the door and saw Arnav still asleep. She shook her head and set the tray down. she walked over to the huge windows and spread the curtains apart, sunshine pouring in. It hit down on Arnav's face and he recoiled.

"What the," Arnav said in a tired voice.

He slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his wife, his newly wedded wife, who was only his, with her arms crossed, shaking her head and smiling. She looked beautiful in her royal blue anarkali.

He sat up and Khushi picked up the tray, and Arnav moved aside to let her put the tray down on the bed.

"How much sugar," Khushi asked.

"Um, none."

"You don't like sugar?"

"I'm diabetic."

Khushi gasped. No wonder her mother had told her to also make sugarless sweets, back when him and his family were coming.

"Oh… I'm so sorry," Khushi said softly.

"Why are you sorry?"

"You can't have sweets!"

"Yeah I can. Sugarless ones."

"But it's not sweet, it's bitter."

"Why do I need anything sweet tasting, when I have someone sweet as you?"

Khushi looked at him and then away and blushed. Arnav hadn't even realized what he had said. He looked away and then looked at her. She was red, no doubt, and she looked even cuter.

"Um, I'll go wash up," Arnav said.

Khushi nodded and Arnav got up and headed to the bathroom, taking his clothes. Khushi smiled and noticed something from the corner of her eyes. It was his clothes from last night. They were all on the floor, each in a different place. Khushi blushed at the thought of the night before and she got up and picked up his clothes and put it in the laundry basket.

Arnav eventually came out and Khushi handed him his tea. He drank a little bit and then looked at Khushi. "Wow, tea in my room? This is a first."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Usually we're all together, whenever everyone is here, at the table."

"Oh." Khushi felt a bit stupid.

"Relax Khushi," Arnav smiled. "I think I like this treatment better."

Khushi looked up at him. "Really? Or are you pulling my foot?"

"Serious."

Khushi smiled and Arnav smiled back and finished his tea. Khushi took his cup and went over to the tray to put it down. Arnav watched her and wondered, she seems… so normal… after last night.

Khushi was about to pick up the tray, when Arnav made her face him. He pulled her right into his chest and Khushi just looked up at him, wide eyed. Arnav smiled down at her and Khushi's breathing intensified.

"Khushi, from now on, every morning, I want something," Arnav said huffily.

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"I want a kiss every morning."

Khushi went red and she blushed, looking away. "yeh… yeh aap," but Khushi couldn't finish her sentence, blushing too hard.

"Please Khushi, no formalities."

Khushi looked up at him.

"Just say my name, okay?"

"But… but I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's not right to bring my husband's name to my mouth."

"What? That's ridiculous? What is this? The 1500s?"

Khushi couldn't help but laugh.

"Khushi, just say my name."

"But… no, I can't."

"Please Khushi? Say my name?"

"Uh…."

"Come on, what's my name?"

"I…."

"What's my name?"

"Um…."

"What's my name?"

"Uh… I… I can't say it."

"Why not Khushi? You said it last night?"

Khushi's eyes widened and she looked at him. She remembered the night before and how she was moaning his name out every now and then. Her face turned as red as a tomato and she looked away. Arnav liked seeing her like this, thinking she looked really cute. He didn't realize he was dazing away at her and she released herself and tried to run away, when Arnav caught her dupatta.

Khushi froze and stood still, her heart racing. Arnav entangled her dupatta around his hand, causing Khushi to move back. He kept doing it until her back was on his chest. Khushi had her eyes shut, her chest heaving, and Arnav rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Khushi," he whispered into her neck.

Khushi gulped down her last bit of confidence.

"Khushi," he whispered again.

Khushi thought she was going to drop dead if she kept breathing like this.

Arnav got caught away and without thinking, he began to nibble on her neck. Khushi clutched her anarkali and her breathing paced up more.

"Arnav," Khushi whispered out.

Arnav stopped and looked at Khushi. She had her eyes shut and she was breathing heavily. Arnav smirked and moved to her ear.

"Don't tell me that I have to do this all the time just to get you to say my name," Arnav whispered.

Khushi's eyes popped open, thinking of what he said. She imagined him romancing with her in front of everyone and she got nervous, a bit scared.

Khushi tried to run away, Arnav's grip on her dupatta loose, but at the last second he grabbed it. Khushi paused and looked down at her hands. Arnav walked over to her and placed his hands around her waist.

"I'll be more than happy to do that," Arnav whispered in her ear.

"Khushi didi," Hari Prakash called out.

"I have to go," Khushi said, but Arnav didn't let go.

"Not letting you," Arnav said.

"Please?"

"No Khushi," he said, emphasizing her name, making Khushi shiver.

"Khushi didi," Hari Prakash hollered again.

"Coming," Khushi called out. "Please let me go!"

"No Khushi," he said again with that thing in his voice.

"Arnav, please let me go!"

Arnav let go of her and Khushi stood still, realizing what she just said. She turned and gasped, covering her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Khushi said.

"Why? Khushi listen, I want you to say my name. Okay? WANT. I can't get to know you if you don't even say my name."

"What? That makes no sense."

"But it does to me. Go ahead downstairs, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Better."

"I will," Arnav smiled.

Chapter Three

"Like I said, you're my husband now, and I'm your wife. I have nothing to hide from you now."

"Fine then. If you say so, then have it your way."

Arnav took off his shirt and Khushi gulped. His chest was amazing. It was hard and sculpted. His 8-pack was visible and Arnav noticed her looking. He flexed and Khushi was amazed by it. She reached out and touched it and ran her fingers on it.

"Wow, impressive," was all she could say.

"Just wow?"

"Obnoxious much," she sing-singed.

"Right, sorry. Just used to other comments."

"Ex-girlfriends?"

"Yeah."

"Uh huh. Yet you never lost it?"

"No. I'm more respectful and I honor my parents."

"And respectful and honorable. Wow."

"What now?"

"Nothing, but, are you my dream guy?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you?"

"I dunno."

Khushi smiled and rolled her eyes. She looked back at him and then looked down at herself. She laid her pillow flat down and laid down, taking in some deep breaths.

"What are you doing," Arnav asked.

"Trying to stay calm. It's my first time."

"Me too."

"You don't understand. I… I always wanted to loose it to my husband, but to the man I love. And you… well, I don't know if I love you."

Arnav went on top of her and looked down at her. "Then are you sure you wanna do this?"

Khushi nodded. "Yes. I've been fantasizing this day for a long time." She chuckled. "It is the teenage dream after all, to loose your virginity and be loved."

"Yeah, it is."

"I'm sure you had some dreams too."

"No," but Khushi could tell he was lying. "Besides, that's what porn sites are for."

Khushi slightly smacked him on his arm. "You're such a guy!"

Arnav laughed and Khushi laughed as well. The two stopped and then looked at each other. Arnav looked down at the beautiful girl he had between his arms. He couldn't believe it. In the beginning he didn't want to get married and now he had this feeling inside that was boiling his blood over, wanting to make love to her and show her how much he cared, when he barely even knew her. Yet she was the kind of person, ready to give her virginity away to her husband, who she didn't even know.

"Khushi…?"

Khushi shuddered. "I… I feel nervous…."

"Why," Arnav asked, almost sounding like a whisper.

"I… it might hurt…."

"I won't let anything happen to you, nor will I do anything that would hurt you."

Khushi chuckled a bit. "It's my first time. Of course its gonna hurt."

Arnav shrugged.

Khushi looked at Arnav and reached out and caressed his cheek, unable to help herself. "I don't know why… but I'm getting this feeling you are the one I've been dreaming about for years."

"Why?"

"I feel like I can trust you."

Her honesty touched Arnav.

"Make… make me your's."

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*

Khushi was being serious and Arnav couldn't help but wanting to love her. He leaned in and kissed her. Khushi was still at first, but then she gasped and her lips parted. Arnav slipped his tongue in and tasted her mouth, getting familiar to it. She was sweet, no doubt, and it made Arnav want her.

He let go and looked down at Khushi. She had her eyes shut, catching her breath, and then looked at Arnav and smiled.

"You're a good kisser too," Khushi smiled.

Arnav felt offended again. Good, he questioned in his head, I'm awesome.

"Obnoxiousness," Khushi sing-songed.

"Right, sorry."

"It's okay."

Arnav moved aside a strand of hair from her face. She may seem a bit modern, but his touch sent her eyes shutting immediately. She felt tingled by his touch and she looked him in the eyes. Arnav came in again and kissed her and they went at it.

Khushi needed to catch some air, so Arnav trailed down to her neck and nibbled on it. As she breathed, she kept her eyes shut from the sensational feeling. It was everything she had dreamt about. He was loving her and she felt it would only be fair if she was loving him back. But how?

Arnav bit into her neck and Khushi's hand went into his hair and tugged on it.

"Aah," she moaned out.

Arnav was turned on instantly and did it again and he felt Khushi tug on his hair. It felt good and he kissed her collarbone and then took over her lips. He was good, no doubt, and Khushi kept pulling him in close. It made Arnav desire her more and he sat up, taking Khushi up with him. He held her waist and pulled her in close and continued to kiss her. Khushi let out a moan from her throat and Arnav let go of her lips and kissed her throat and then moved to her shoulder. Khushi held onto him, not wanting him to let go.

It surprised Khushi how within just these few minutes, she couldn't think of not letting him go and wanting him close. Same thing with Arnav. He barely knew her at all and now he was desiring her. He tried to think about it, but he couldn't focus and only thought of Khushi.

"Aah…."

Arnav hadn't realized he had bitten into her shoulder, but her moaning turned him on. He ran his lips all the way to her other shoulder and Khushi held him close. She loved what he was doing, no doubt.

"Arnav," she whispered out.

In all their time together, this was the first time she had said his name. Right now, it did come out in a whisper, but to Arnav, it was like music to his ears. How was it possible that from just saying his name, had turned him on so much and that now he was getting serious about all this? He was practically a whole other person now!

Arnav kissed her neck softly and Khushi clutched onto his hair softly, feeling a little sting from all the places he had sucked on her neck. He let go and looked at Khushi. All the places he had nibbled and bitten into was slowly going purple.

Khushi opened her eyes and looked at Arnav. She blushed and looked down and Arnav tilted her chin up. He kissed her again, giving her a short kiss, and slowly crept his hand under her tank top. Her body seemed a bit cold and at his warm touch, she moaned. Arnav slowly picked up her tank top and pulled it off.

Khushi was frozen, her hands at her side. She wanted to cover herself, but she was nervous, unable to move. Arnav tossed her shirt aside and he took in her lips in his mouth. She was frozen, but Arnav understood and he kissed her softly. He traced his tongue on her lips and Khushi let out a silent moan.

Arnav's hands traveled to her back and he unclasped her bra. Khushi froze and Arnav let go to meet her eyes. She looked back at him, trying to catch her breath. She could feel the tips of Arnav's fingers on her back and it felt really good.

Khushi looked at Arnav and from the look in her eyes, Arnav figured out that she wanted him to continue. Arnav slowly removed her bra, not taking his eyes of hers, and Khushi looked back. Her bra came down her shoulders and revealed her breasts. Khushi gulped and Arnav gazed at them. He held them and Khushi shut her eyes. He saw the pleasure she was getting and squeezed them and Khushi gasped. She loved it, no doubt, and he kissed them, licked them, sucked on them, and bit them. Khushi's hands moved throughout his hair, tugging it every now and then.

Arnav needed to cross every barrier at this point. He needed to fulfill his desire at that very moment. It was a good thing his friend Aman had gifted him all those condoms before Arnav had left to India. Of course, Arnav did yell at him, but now he was glad his friend did that.

Arnav laid her back down and kissed her again and then pulled her shorts and panties off, revealing Khushi's stark naked body. She was beautiful, no doubt, and Arnav was grateful that such a beauty was his, and only his. He took off his sweats and boxers as well and went in between her legs.

"Arnav," Khushi breathed out in a whisper.

Arnav kissed her passionately and when he let go the two were stuck in trance, gazing away at each other.

*Rabba Ve moment*

"Khushi… you sure you wanna do this?"

Khushi gulped and nodded. "But…."

"But what?"

"Um… protection?"

Arnav smiled and reached out to his side table, where he had out the condoms away. He took one out and showed it to Khushi. "We're safe."

Khushi simply nodded once and Arnav kissed her and then let go and got the condom on. Khushi looked at his manhood and then at him.

"What is it khushi?"

"N-nothing… just that… it's big."

"You've seen others?"

"No but yours… it's the biggest I've seen!"

Arnav just smirked, rolling his eyes and then came in and kissed her. "Ready," he breathed out.

"Ready," she said, taking deep breaths.

Arnav positioned himself properly between her legs and he slowly entered her. Khushi held into Arnav's shoulders and she screamed. Arnav paused and Khushi caught up in her breath.

"Ar… nav…."

"Khushi? Khushi, you okay?"

"Ar… nav… go… all the… way…."

Arnav nodded and fully entered her and Khushi cried out from pain. He didn't move, letting her relax and when she did, he started off slow.

"Arnav…."

It turned Arnav on and he went faster.

"Aah! Arnav…."

It made him go faster.

"Aah… Arnaav…."

Her moaning had turned Arnav all the way on and he went fast, in and out of her in swift moves. As much as Khushi felt pain and wanted him to stop, the pleasure felt amazing and helped her get over the pain.

They finished quickly, not having so much energy left in them and Arnav collapsed beside Khushi. He looked over at her and she was still looking up, catching her breath.

"Khushi?"

Khushi turned and looked at him and smiled. She leaned over and kissed him.

"Thank you," Khushi whispered.

"For what," Arnav whispered back.

"For making love to me."

Arnav pulled her into him and made her rest her head on his chest. "Thank you for letting me."

The two looked at each other. They gazed away and eventually, it was getting late and Arnav and Khushi both fell asleep in each others arms.

Chapter Two

Arnav was checking his phone for texts he received while he was away. He called some friends and just as he finished, he heard the bathroom door click. He turned and his eyes widened instantly.

Khushi wasn't wearing something a very traditional girl would wear. Instead, she came out with a tank top and sweat-shorts. She was putting her hair up and about to tie it in a bun, when she noticed Arnav gaping at her.

"What," Khushi asked.

Arnav shook his head.

"What? Never saw a girl in a tank top and shorts?"

"What? No, no- I mean yes, I have, but you…." He was at loss of words.

Khushi walked over to him and stood in front of him. "But I what?"

Arnav just looked at her. He could see her cleavage clearly and he had to fight himself to stop looking at her cleavage. Khushi realized immediately and looked down at her breasts and then at him.

"What you looking at," she hinted.

"Um, I," he stammered, but he was talking to her breasts.

Khushi tilted his chin up. "My face is up here."

"Um, I... I... I um, well-"

"You're so cute," Khushi smiled.

Arnav felt offended. Cute, he exclaimed in his head. All my life girls have said how I'm irresistibly sexy and she's saying cute?

Khushi smiled and ruffled his hair. She tried to walk away but Arnav grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

"I don't get you. How does a girl go from an anarkali to a tank and shorts?"

"Simple, by changing."

Arnav rolled his eyes. "Duh! I mean it just doesn't seem like you'd be a person like that."

"I guess. But I've got some western influence over me and… yeah."

"Right…." He let go of Khushi and Khushi put her anarkali away and put her hair in a bun.

Arnav was still looking at her, amazed by her. She looked like your average traditional, shy, cultural girl when you saw her in traditional clothes but now? You wouldn't even think that. It was like as if she lived here her whole life instead of four years.

"So, which side do you sleep on," Khushi asked.

"It doesn't matter."

"Me neither."

The two climbed in, Arnav on the left and Khushi on the right side of the bed, and leaned their pillows up and laid back. It was awkward and the two were completely quiet.

"So," Khushi said.

"So..."

"So... what do we do now?"

"Um, well... it's... it's supposedly... supposed to be... technically... really is... our suhag raat."

The two looked side to side, anywhere but the other's face.

"So... do you wanna," Khushi asked.

"I dunno. ... do you?"

"I dunno..."

They were awkward again.

"Did... did you... did you ever do it before," Khushi asked.

"I... um, well... no."

"Really," Khushi asked, facing him.

"Yeah." Arnav turned, looking at her. "Why? Is it so hard to believe?"

"Well... you're rich... so I thought... you know..."

"Just cause I'm rich?" Arnav laughed. "My parents have raised us better than other rich folks. We were raised and act like we're middle class people. Not obnoxious rich jerks."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Wow... so my husband isn't a rich obnoxious jerk... good."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I though that you would be obnoxious, but clearly you're not. ... I trust you."

"Trust me? For what?"

"To give my virginity away to you."

"What?" Arnav sat up.

Khushi sat up as well. "Yes." She sighed. "At first I didn't want to, thinking you'd be a jerk but... you're sweet."

Sweet? First cute, and now sweet, he said in his head.

"I see obnoxiousness running over your face now."

"What? Oh... sorry."

"It's okay." She sighed. "I guess I'll decide if you really are sexy, after we've done it."

"You sure?"

"Positive. And I'm your wife." She lightly smiled. "I have nothing to hide from you. And aww! You're also caring. You've so far got three qualities of my dream husband."

"Uh... okay. But I mean, I don't wanna force you into anything."

"Like I said, you're my husband now, and I'm your wife. I have nothing to hide from you now."

"Fine then. If you say so, then have it your way."

Chapter One

"Arnav, please stop being annoying," Anjali exclaimed.

"Di, I'm not going to just marry some chick, end of discussion!"

"No! You WILL! END OF DISCUSSION."

Arnav held back his despair as his future mother in-law got up to get his future bride. He didn't want to marry 'some chick' his parents wanted him to. He looked at his parents from the corner of his eyes and cursed in his mind.

His future mother in law came down with her daughter, her face covered with a veil.

Great, Arnav said in his head. Just great.

She sat her down directly in front of Arnav and removed her veil. Arnav was looking around and just as the veil was removed, he looked at her and his eyes widened.

She was beautiful, no doubt, and Arnav felt like drooling on the spot, but he controlled himself.

Amazing. How can a simple girl be this beautiful, let alone sexy?

She looked up at Arnav and instantly looked away. She was slightly blushing and Arnav wanted her to look at him.

"What's your name, dear," Arnav's mother asked.

"Khushi."

Khushi, huh? Nice name.

"What do you do," Arnav's father asked.

"I recently graduated from Stony Brook University in New York," she smiled faintly.

What?

Arnav himself had graduated from Harvard University in Boston, and his parents had been living in the US for years now. In fact, Arnav was born in New York, and his parents and sister, Anjali, lived there. Arnav's parents wanted Arnav to marry a good, traditional, girl from India, which was why they contacted the Gupta's.

"That's really good," Arnav's father said. "Arnav graduated from Harvard University recently as well."

Arnav's parents continued to "interrogate" Khushi and Arnav felt bad. After a while, the parents came up with their decision and the wedding was planned.

*~*

Khushi was brought to the mandap and looked stunningly beautiful in her red lehenga. Arnav's eyes could have popped out from the way he was looking at her. Good thing everyone was too busy looking at Khushi.

The ceremony began and Arnav and Khushi made their 7 rounds, making their wedding vows. He placed the mangalsutra around her neck and stroked the vermillion over her parting.

At the end of the wedding, when it was time for Khushi to part from her parents, there was a lot of crying and Arnav felt bad. Within a few hours, they would be departing for New York and who knows how long later she would see her parents.

"Arnav bitwa," Khushi's father said, "please take care of her. Don't ever hurt her. Promise me that."

Anav nodded. "I promise." Yet I didn't even agree to this marriage in the first place, he wanted to add.

*~*

Their flight to New York was in a few hours, giving them time to get back to the hotel the Raizada's were staying at, and were able to change into more comfortable clothing. After they were all ready, they headed to the airport and got on their private jet.

The flight was about 18 hours or so and then they arrived in New York. Khushi was very familiar with JFK airport and had no problem saying "thank you" with a proper American accent, when a staff member welcomed to the United States.

They drove off upstate, where their mansion was: Raizada mansion. Khushi was amazed as they pulled up to the iron gates with the initial "R" on it. It opened up and the car went in and Khushi was amazed at the mansion. It was beautiful, no doubt and they had a whole bunch of space around the house.

They entered the house and it was beautiful. Arnav's mother properly welcomed her in and led Khushi up to her new room: Arnav's room. His room was huge! Practically the size of her living room, plus her room. It was amazing how big it was.

Truth is, Arnav's after wasn't always a rich man. He was just an odd worker, working as a regular average man. One day he got hurt at work and sued his boss and managed to open his own company and now he would travel around the world just for business meetings. His wife was with him all the way, and she herself was once a small person too. After her husband became big, he helped fulfill her dream and made her a major fashion designer, and she too, as well, would travel around the world.

"Khushi, I hate to say this," Arnav's mother said, "but your father in law and I have to leave within half an hour for work."

"But Ma, you just arrived-"

"I know, but we can't leave work for too long."

"Are you sure Ma? How about I make something for you-"

"Are you crazy? No Khushi. You haven't been in this house five minutes and you want to work? I can't have my bahu doing that at all!"

"But Ma, it's not a big deal-"

"Please sweetie, for me?"

Khushi smiled. "Okay Ma."

Arnav's mom kissed her forehead. "I knew you'd be the perfect bahu. Love you my child."

Khushi smiled and Arnav's mom left. She turned and Arnav and her stood very awkwardly, nothing but an awkward silence.

"Um, why don't you go freshen up," Arnav said, breaking the silence. "I'm sure you're tired."

Khushi nodded and headed to the bathroom. Arnav was tired too and exhausted. He took off his shirt and stretched out, his body aching from being unable to move around freely from traveling. Khushi came out and she dropped her towel on the floor and gaped at Arnav.

He was standing by the huge windows that went from floor to ceiling, taking up one whole wall. He looked irresistibly good. Arnav felt like he was being stared at and turned around and saw Khushi looking at him.

"Oh, sorry," Khushi said, looking away.

"No, its my fault. I guess I'm not used to the fact that there's also someone else in here, sorry."

Khushi just shook her head and went over to her bags. She took her clothes and went into the bathroom and then eventually Arnav did and then they headed downstairs to eat. It was time for dinner and Anjali came down with her duffel bag packed.

"Hey Chote, I'm heading to the city."

"Already? What's it been? A few hours we got back?"

"I know, but I haven't seen Shyam in so long!"

"Of course! Tell him I said hi."

"No prob." She looked at Khushi. "I'm so sorry Khushi that I'm leaving like this, but I just have to go."

"No Di, it's okay," Khushi said.

"Really? Oh, now I feel bad."

"No, Di, don't. I'm guessing you love the guy?"

Anjali blushed. "Yeah," she said shyly.

"Then you should definitely go."

"You're so sweet! I knew you were the perfect one for my Chote! See you guys in a week!"

Anjali left, leaving only Arnav and Khushi behind.

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After dinner, all the workers left. There was a separate home for the workers to stay in, not far from Raizada mansion.

Arnav got changed into his sweats and a white v-neck. Khushi was folding some clothes and looked at Arnav as he came out of the bathroom al changed up.

"Bummy swag."

Arnav turned and looked at her. "What?"

"I'm just saying, bummy swag."

Arnav smiled. "Yeah, I guess."

Khushi put the clothes away in the wardrobe. "You don't look bad either."

"Uh' thanks? Although now I'm curious."

"About what?"

"A traditional girl is commenting me in my bummy swag?"

"Don't forget I was here for four years."

"True, but still."

"Oh, well, I was just saying that because, well, you'll find out later."

"Find out what?"

"You'll see," Khushi said, grabbing some clothes and heading into the bathroom to change.