Chapter Twenty Four

The sun shined right through the windows and lit up the room. Both Arnav and Khushi moved slightly and woke up. They looked at each other and smiled sleepily.

"Morning babe," Arnav muttered.

"Morning," Khushi smiled.

Arnav was turned on and thought it was still the booze from the night before. Moving over Khushi, he nuzzled her neck and was about to nibble on it, when his phone lit up. He ignored it and began to nibble on Khushi's neck. Khushi let her fingers entangle in his hair and shut her eyes in pleasure. Arnav was sucking on her neck, not realizing that his phone was still lighting up from a call. He continued and sat up, taking Khushi with him and making her sit on his lap. Arnav moved his hands under her shirt and began to pull it up, when Khushi's phone rang. Both looked at it and Arnav groaned as Khushi picked up her phone.

"Ma," she read on the screen.

Immediately, she got off Arnav's lap and fixed herself up and took the call. "Namaste, Ma."

"Khushi? Where's Arnav? I've been calling him nonstop!"

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "He's right here. He just woke up."

"Just woke up? Oh," and she sighed. "And I was getting worried. I'm sorry, could you give the phone to him, please?"

"It's okay Ma, and of course."

Khushi handed Arnav the phone. Arnav was still grumpy, annoyed that they were interrupted by his mother.

"Yes mom," Arnav huffed into the phone.

"Arnav, what is wrong with you?! You know I get worried when you don't pick up the phone!"

"Mom, I just woke up."

"I don't care!"

Arnav sighed. "Ma, I'm okay."

"Oh? You're okay, waking up at 12?"

"It's 12? Wow, must've been the drinks-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Anyways, the reason why I called: your Masi is missing you and wants you home."

"What? Why?"

"Because she wants to see you. She thought you'd be going home after your's and Khushi's honeymoon, but instead you had to come to the city. She says she feels alone and wants you back home for a while."

"But Mom, I just got the company back under control and people have been lazy and-"

"I don't know. Just call her and talk to her and discuss it out. 'Kay?"

"Gee mom, you sound grumpy."

"Oh, its nothing. Just some crazy work going on for my new line."

"Oh. Then I'll leave you to it. Bye."

"Bye beta. And give Khushi a kiss for me."

"Okay," and he hung up.

"What did Ma say," Khushi asked as Arnav handed her phone back.

"Nothing important really," he said as Khushi put her phone down and sat down beside him. "Masi just wants us back home cause she misses me."

"Oh.... Then you should go."

"You mean "we"."

Khushi smiled lightly.

Arnav sighed. "Oh, and Ma said to give you a kiss," and he pecked her cheek.

Khushi smiled. "I'll thank her for that."

Khushi tried to get up, but Arnav stopped her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, making her lie flat. Arnav came over her and straddled her, giving her no way to escape.

"Arnav, let me go," Khushi gasped.

"Not so easily," he replied, his eyes glinting.

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Arnav leaned in and kissed her. As Khushi got lost in the kiss, he picked her up and lifted the hem of her shirt and disposed it.  Khushi did the same with his shirt and went for his shorts, but Arnav moved her hands away and laid her back down.He kissed her again and traveled south. He kissed her there over her cheekster and rubbed his nose there.

"Arnav," Khushi moaned.

Arnav pulled it off and kissed her legs. Khushi shut her eyes and groaned. As Arnav made his way up her leg, he traced his path with his tongue. When he reached his destination, he kissed her there. Khushi groaned once more and then his assault began. Arnav let his mouth do wonders, kissing her to tease her, and then he let his tongue tease her at her entrance. Khushi tossed her head back and gripped the sheets beneath her. She arched her body to meet his tongue and groaned once more. With one slow lick, he went to her clitoris and the main assault began.

"Arnav please," Khushi breathed.

Arnav smirked and sucked on her clit. Khushi's hands reached out and grabbed Arnav's hair.

"Arnav, baby, please," Khushi begged.

"What do you want Khushi," he whispered against her.

"You," she breathed. "Only you."

Arnav groaned and inserted a finger in her. Khushi groaned, shutting her eyes as she threw her head back. Arnav came up and moved his finger swiftly as he gazed down at the beauty beneath him.

"Who do you want, Khushi," Arnav breathed.

"You," she breathed.

Arnav took his finger out, only to put two back in, and he curled his fingers. "Who do you want, baby?"

Khushi cried out. "You!"

"Who do you want, love?"

"Ah! Arnav I want you! I want you badly!"

Arnav groaned and pulled his fingers out. With the 1% of control he had, he quickly got a foil packet out, tore it open, rolled the condom on, and entered Khushi. Both groaned in approval, and then Arnav began to move. Khushi would roll her hips and soon, they created a rhythm. They met each other every time and then increased their pace. As Arnav teased her breasts, Khushi made daring moves and squeezed him down there. Arnav gasped and nuzzled her breasts.

"Baby," he breathed, "again."

Khushi did it again and Arnav groaned once more. And then sanity went out the door and Arnav wove his fingers through hers, moved them above her head and rocked in and out with no control. Khushi couldn't keep up with his rhythm and within a moment, both came apart by seams.

"Arnaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvv!!!"

"Khussssssshhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

They collapsed, Arnav pushing Khushi into the mattress. As they came down from their high, both looked at each other. Giving a slight peck on her lips, Khushi beamed up at him. Her eyes were filled with love, and Arnav smiled at his wife below, kissed her forehead then leaned his against hers.

*~*

Khushi placed Arnav's coffee mug down in front of Arnav as he went through the New York Times. He looked at her above the paper and gave a smile, and she smiled back. The morning went on, Khushi cooking in the kitchen and Arnav working in his study. He had decided to work from home today so that he could watch his beautiful wife.

Every now and then, Arnav would get distracted and would just watch Khushi. He watched as she moved about in the kitchen, doing her work. He couldn't help but wonder how lucky he was. There were many couples like them in the world who have been married due to an arranged marriage. But Arnav was grateful and felt lucky because unlike some arranged marriages, him and his wife got along perfectly, as if they had fallen in love and had a love marriage.

"Arnav?"

Arnav snapped back to reality to find Khushi standing in front of his desk. "Yeah?"

Khushi cocked an eyebrow. "You've been staring at me for the past 5 minutes," she teased.

Arnav grinned and leaned back in his chair. "I can't help it if my wife is just too beautiful," he said, holding his hands out to gesture his innocence.

Khushi giggled and went around his desk and stood in front of him. Arnav rolled his chair forward and wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned against his desk.

Khushi wrapped her arms around Arnav's neck. "You should tame it down Arnav, or else people will think you're going crazy," she teased.

"Let them - I could care less."

Khushi giggled. "Oh really?"

"Yes really - because at the end of the day i'm with my beautiful wife, getting lost inside her," he winked.

Khushi blushed and hit his shoulder. "Arnav!"

Arnav chuckled and picked her up as he stood up, and placed her on his desk, trapping her in between. "You know you love it," he teased.

Khushi hid her lower lip within her teeth, knowing that he was right. She gripped his shirt and looked up at him. "What if I said I didn't?"

Arnav cocked an eyebrow. "Then I'd make it my mission to make you love it."

"And how would you do that?"

Arnav moved in between her legs and pushed his lower half to her and Khushi gasped, feeling his erection. "How do you think," he asked devilishly.

"I don't know," Khushi whispered.

Arnav smirked. "Someone's being brave," he teased, whispering in her ear.

Tingles ran down Khushi's spine, making her shiver. Arnav smirked, loving that his actions affected his wife so much. But Arnav wanted to have some fun, so he decided to be a tease.

"Shall we go eat," Arnav asked.

Khushi shook her head.

"But I'm hungry baby," Arnav said, trying not to grin.

Khushi looked up at him. "Fine."

By the look on her face, Arnav knew she had been disappointed.

He kissed her forehead. "What's on the menu today?"

"I made-"

"Oh wait! I don't need to ask - there's only one thing on the menu."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

In the blink of an eye, Khushi was lying down flat on his desk, Arnav's hand cradling the back of her head. Khushi breathed heavily as she looked up at Arnav wide-eyed.

"I mean you," Arnav smirked, licking his lower lip.

Khushi was practically panting, her chest heaving. "But Arnav-"

"But nothing babe," and he nuzzled her neck.

Khushi shut her eyes as Arnav began to suck on her flesh. Her fingers traveled to his hair and she gripped onto it as Arnav continued.

Suddenly Arnav's phone began to ring. Khushi looked at his phone beside her and tapped Arnav.

"Arnav-"

"Ignore it."

"But-"

"Ignore," and he bit down on her neck.

Khushi cried out, pulling on his hair, causing Arnav to groan. He pulled back to see his work and he mentally patted himself on the shoulder as he looked at his handiwork.

"You liked that," he asked.

Khushi nodded.

"Again?'

She nodded again.

Arnav moved to another spot on her neck and began again. Out of nowhere, his phone rang again. Khushi went to move her hand so that she could at least see who was calling, but Arnav grasped her hand and kept it in his hair.

"Arnav-"

"Ignore it Khushi."

Khushi gulped, hearing the warning in his voice. She knew not to push it, so she didn't say anything and let him do as he wanted. His phone rang again, but Arnav didn't stop. Khushi wondered who it could be that kept calling him repeatedly, but was taken away from the thought as he bit down again.

"Ah," Khushi cried out.

Arnav pulled back and looked at it, once again proud of his work. He looked at Khushi's flushed state and his urge to take her was way over the top.

"We're going to bed - now."

He wrapped her legs around his waist and picked her up. Just as he was about to walk away, his phone went off again. This time Arnav saw the screen and saw that it was his Masi calling.

"What the," and Arnav took the call. "Hello?"

A deep exhale was released. "Oh my goodness," Masi exclaimed. "Arnav, where have you been?!"

Both Arnav and Khushi flinched to her shrieking.

"I'm at home," Arnav said, once he recovered.

"Home? Why?! Arnav are you okay?!"

"Masi, I'm fine. I just wanted to spend the day home."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Masi, I'm positive." Arnav looked at Khushi. "I just wanted to stay home so that I could stare at my beautiful wife."

Khushi crimsoned. She couldn't believe he had just said that to Masi.

"You have no shame at all, do you? Anyways, when are you coming home?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Didn't your mom call you and-"

"She did and she told me,"" Arnav said, slightly irritated, his irritation clear in his voice.

"Arnav-"

"Listen Masi, I gotta go - I've got something important to do." He winked at Khushi and she gaped at him.

"But-"

"I'll talk to you later," and he hung up.

"I can't believe you hung up on her," Khushi said.

"Well I did-"

"That was so rude though!"

"Oh well! I'm dying here with my throbbing erection. I have you in my hands but can't do anything - do you know how much torture that is?"

"It is," Khushi asked softly.

"Yes baby, it is. You drive me insane, both mind and soul. And if I don't have you, then please have mercy, I will go insane."

Khushi giggled. "You sound like a teenage boy."

"Only for you baby. Now can I take you up before I die?"

Khushi giggled. "Yes you may."

Arnav practically dashed out of the study and went up the stairs, tossing Khushi onto the bed. Khushi could only laugh as Arnav removed his clothes and hers.

"This isn't a funny matter," Arnav said as he went over her.

"Yes it is," Khushi giggled. "You're such a boy!"

"I am not!"

"Yes you are, Arnav. You're a grown man, but you're acting like a horny teenager!"

Arnav gaped at her. "I am not!"

"Aww, you're in denial," she laughed.

Arnav just stared at her. "You're killing my mood."

"Oh? Am I," she asked, trying to stop from laughing.

"Yes, look."

Khushi looked down at his erection and noticed that he had slightly limped.

Khushi gasped exaggeratedly. "Well we can't let that happen, can we?"

Arnav pouted. "No, we can't. So please?"

"Um-"

Suddenly the land line went off. Arnav groaned really loud and got up and went to pick it up.

"Hello," he roared.

"Arnav! Is that a way to talk to your Masi," she yelled from the other end.

Arnav groaned and covered his face with his free hand. Today was definitely not his day. "Sorry Masi."

Khushi casually nodded in acknowledgement as she figured who it was. She was grateful because she herself had gotten scared when he yelled and would've felt bad for the poor soul who had called. Khushi looked at Arnav, who looked like he was in deep agony. He was rubbing his temple as he listened to Masi yell at him for being rude on the phone and that he should never do that. Khushi looked down to his half-limp erection and felt bad. He was really in the mood and was being really sweet, and now it was all ruined. She decided then and there that she would give him the satisfaction he wanted.

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Khushi got up and went in front of him, standing a few feet away from him. Arnav just looked at her, his expression showing his annoyance clearly. Khushi smiled and dropped down to her knees. Arnav's eyes widened as his gaze followed her down. Before she could even ask what she was doing, Khushi took him in his mouth.

"Fuck," Arnav gasped.

"Arnav," Masi yelleed.

Arnav took a deep breath as Khushi continued, holding him in her hand, teasing him with both her hand and mouth.

"Sorry, nothing," Arnav said, trying very hard to stay calm. "Just some work stuff," he lied.

"That's all you ever talk about - work, work, work! Anyways, listen, I have some news."

"What," Arnav asked as he watched Khushi moving swiftly.

"I booked a flight for you three days from now to go to Virginia."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm flying down there and I want you there, so I booked it."

Arnav was about to say something, when Khushi took in his balls in her mouth and sucked on them hard.

"Shit," Arnav yelled.

"Arnav! Watch your mouth," Masi yelled.

Arnav raked his free hand to his hair and tugged on it as Khushi went back to sucking on his length.

Masi sighed deeply. "You're coming to Virginia and that's it!"

"Alright fine! Whatever, I'll talk to you later," and he hung up on her, tossing the phone aside.

Arnav grabbed Khushi's hair and Khushi withdrew and looked up at him. She couldn't tell what Arnav was thinking at all with the expression that was on his face.

"You truly are a minx," Arnav said.

Khushi smiled lightly. She wasn't sure if that was a compliment.

"That's a very good thing," Arnav assured her.

"Really?"

"Yes Khushi, it is. That is something a man definitely wants that from his woman."

Khushi smiled. "Okay."

Arnav grinned, his eyes gleaming. "Now show me how deep you can go."

Without another word, Khushi took him in her mouth and did wonders. Arnav groaned, tossing his head back, his eyes shut. Hearing his harsh breathing and the moans that escaped from his mouth, would only encourage Khushi to do more. Arnav would tug on her hair now and then, showing his pleasure. Something clicked in Khushi and all she could think of was Arnav cumming in her mouth, so she made it her mission. It was just a matter of seconds when Arnav began to thrust his hips forward. Khushi grabbed him by his waist to steady herself as he thrust in her mouth. With a loud groan, Arnav came pouring in her mouth, Khushi taking in every bit he gave. Arnav's jaw slacked as he breathed harshly, watching his wife swallowing his cum. She licked him clean and stood up, smiling at him with a glint in her eyes. Arnav pointed at her face, indicating that there was cum on her face. Khushi took his hand and wiped her face clean with his finger, and then sucked on his fingers.

Arnav took in a sharp breath with his eyes closed. "You're such a tease," Arnav said, looking back at her.

Khushi smiled. "Only for you Arnav. I love you."

Arnav smiled and pulled her in. "And I love you," and he sealed her lips with his.

Khushi could only smile as he kissed her deeply, as if he were thanking her. When she was out of breath, she pulled away and looked at him.

"Why did Masi call," Khushi asked.

The woman is going to drive me insane - she's having us fly down to Virginia."

Khushi giggled. "She's only doing it because she loves you Arnav."

"But she's overdoing it, and I wish i knew why."

Both Arnav and Khushi shrugged in confusion, clueless to what was about to come.

Chapter Twenty Three

"Khushi, are you ready," Arnav hollered.

He was downstairs, ready. They were about to head out to Arnav's friend's birthday party at the hookah lounge. He was ready, wearing a crisp navy blue button down, black jeans, and a blue Gucci belt. Not to mention, he was ready half an hour ago, while Khushi was still deciding on her outfit.

"Khushi! Come on baby!"

"Coming!"

Arnav sat down on the sofa and watched tv. She had said the same thing twenty minutes ago.

Five minutes later, he heard clicks and looked around. Down came Khushi in her outfit:

"Wow," Arnav simply said.

"You like it?"

"I love it! You look amazing!"

Khushi twirled a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

Khushi went over to him and he kissed her.

"Ready baby?"

"Mm hmm. I'm just gonna go get my bag."

"Hurry."

Khushi nodded and quickly ran up and got her bag. She hung it on her shoulder and then helped Arnav lock up. Arnav called down to the lobby, telling the doorman to have his car ready. Checking one last time, Arnav and Khushi went to the elevator.

The elevator arrived and Arnav gestured Khushi to go in. Khushi smiled and went in and Arnav followed. As he was about to close the door, he looked at the big picture of himself.

"Hmm... we should change that," Arnav said.

"What?"

"The picture."

Khushi looked at it. "Why? I like it."

Arnav shut the door and the caged doors. "Do you now?"

"Mm hmm. I love the picture."

Arnav smiled and then inserted his key and pressed the star button. The elevator went down and Arnav explained the "way to lock up". Khushi had her own key, but she just didn't know how to exactly do it.

The elevator dinged and they got off at the tenth floor, then got on the main elevator. They arrived to the lobby and the doorman held the door open for them. They smiled at the doorman then headed to the black Escalade waiting for them outside. Getting in, Arnav's driver drove them down to Brooklyn.

Traffic was clear so the drive was swift. They arrived on time and Arnav led Khushi in. Inside was dark, with music blasted. People were sitting and doing hookah, while other's were dancing, talking, etc.

"Yo Arnav!"

They turned and Arnav smiled. "Aamir!"

They did their bro shake and hug.

"Waddup man?! Haven't heard from you since you got married," Aamir said.

"Well, what can I say? Got busy with my wife here," Arnav said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"This must be the Mrs. Raizada then. Hi, I'm Aamir."

"Hi, I'm Khushi," she smiled.

"Nice to meet you. Well, you two have fun aii? Imma go check up on everything."

Arnav and Khushi nodded and Aamir left.

"He's sweet," Khushi said.

Arnav just looked at her and they sat down at a booth. Arnav introduced more friends to Khushi and Khushi clicked with them instantly. Soon there was a crowd around them, with Aamir with them as well.

Soon everyone went to dance. Khushi at first denied, but she was taken away and Arnav watched as Khushi looked side to side awkwardly. She looked at Arnav and shrugged in confusion and Arnav laughed. He got up and joined her and once they started dancing together, Khushi felt much better.

After some dancing, Khushi decided she wanted to do hookah. She had only done it once before so she had some experience. At first she was somewhat hesitant, but then she got the hang of it. Drinks went around and there was nothing but music, talking, drinking, and laughing.

After that, Aamir did a little cake cutting and everyone got some ice cream cake. Khushi needed some fresh air, so Arnav took her out to the back. The music vibrated through, making the ground somewhat shake.

"Tonight," Khushi hiccuped, "was so much fun."

Arnav smiled. He hadn't drank that much, but poor Khushi went a little over.

Soon the party was over. Deciding to be safe, Arnav called in a worker and had him take the car away and told him where to meet them. Arnav took Khushi to the train station with a plan devised in his head.

His drunkenness was getting to him.

They waited on the platform, holding each other until the Q train arrived. There were barely any people on the middle cart. As they headed towards manhattan, there were less and less people.

As the train pulled away from DeKalb Avenue, there was no one else but them on the cart. Arnav was ready to go forward with his plan.

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Khushi was standing in the corner, holding onto the side rods and Arnav. Arnav held her securely and a rod as well. As the train moved, Arnav started to nibble on her neck. Being drunk, Khushi was turned on fast!

 

"Arnaav," she moaned.

Arnav moved his hand down and went under her dress. Khushi looked up at him innocently, making a small "o" with her lips, pouting. Arnav moved them inside her panty and Khushi gasped. He began to make circles and pleasured her clitoris. Khushi gasped, but Arnav shushed her. As Arnav continued, Khushi held into him tightly. Slowly, he inserted two fingers and continued to tease her clitrois with the palm of his hand and he moved his index and middle finger swiftly. Khushi gasped and buried her face in Arnav's shirt.

"Ahrnahav," she moaned, whispering.

 

"Don't come Khushi. Or I'll have to take you here."

Khushi groaned and held onto him tighter. He pressed her back against the wall, pressing down at her belly. As the train got off the bridge and entered the tunnels again, Arnav quickened his pace.

 

Khushi gasped. "Arnav...."

The train was about to pull in at Canal Street, and Arnav stopped. He pulled his fingers out and Khushi held onto him tightly for support. When she looked up, he smiled back at her. Khushi smiled and Arnav put his fingers in his mouth.

"Yummy," he smirked devilishly.

Khushi shook her head and then rested her head against his chest. 

Fixing her up, Arnav turned them to get off at Canal Street. When he got out, his driver was there, like he told him to. He drove them back to the penthouse.

When they arrived, Arnav saw Khushi asleep. Carrying her out, Arnav led them upstairs. He put her down and began to remove her clothes.

"Mmm," Khushi whined. "Bed!"

"Change first."

"Bed!"

"Khushi, change first so you can comfortably sleep," he admonished.

Khushi pouted. "Bed," she nearly cried.

Arnav chuckled lightly and kissed her forehead. Grabbing a T-shirt, he placed it over Khushi's head and put her arms through.

"Now bed," Arnav said.

Instantly, Khushi dived right in. She curled into a ball and went to sleep. Arnav looked amused but held his laugh back. He quickly changed and then crawled into bed besides Khushi, pulling her into him.

Little did they know that tonight was their last night of fun.

Chapter Twenty Two

A few weeks passed by and things were great between Arnav and Khushi. Arnav would go to work and Khushi would work at home and after Arnav came home, he gave his wife all his time, doing some work in between. Love blossomed between the two and they were crazy for each other.

One day, Arnav was working at his office, which was right below the bedroom, on the far right corner in the back. Arnav was working, when he opened up an e-mail.

"Khushi," he called out.

Khushi was in the kitchen, heating up dinner. "Yes Arnav?"

"Come here please baby."

Khushi turned off the stove, wiped her hands with the dish towel, and went over to Arnav. When Arnav saw her approach, he held his hand out and Khushi held it as he guided her around the table and over to him.

Khushi crawled into his lap, wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "You called?"

Arnav smiled. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Arnav, I'm always free," she smiled. "Why?"

"Well, a friend of mine just emailed me," he said, gesturing at the screen.

Khushi looked at the MacBook and saw Arnav's email opened.

"He's inviting us to his birthday at a hookah lounge."

"A hookah lounge?"

Arnav nodded.

"Uh, sure. Why not?"

"You sure?"

"Arnav, it's your friends birthday. We should go."

Arnav nodded and hit 'Reply' and emailed back that they would be going and sent it. Closing the screen, he looked at Khushi.

"Why are you so beautiful," Arnav flirted.

"Well, Mr. Raizada, I admire your flattery, but I need to prepare dinner."

She tried to get up, but Arnav held her.

"Arnav-"

"What? Besides, my dinner is ready."

"Your dinner? Ready? Meaning?"

"Meaning what it means. It's ready."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"But I do need to warm it up for a few seconds."

"Seconds? Will it warm up in a few seconds?"

The corner of Arnav's lips curved. "Oh I'm sure it will."

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Cupping her cheek in his hand, Arnav leaned in and kissed her, taking Khushi by surprise. Her eyebrows were scrunched, confused by what he was talking about. Slowly getting up, Arnav got both of them on their feet, not breaking the kiss. He moved her back and had her against the desk.

Deepening the kiss, Khushi cupped his face in her hands, trying to gain control. Arnav reached behind her and moved his MacBook aside and pushed all the papers aside, clearing his desk.

Hearing the noise, Khushi broke away.

"Arnav-"

But Arnav cut her off and kissed her again. Khushi leaned back from the sudden force and cupped his face again and held him. Arnav moved his hands under her baggy off-the-shoulder shirt and cupped her bottom and pulled her in.

"Mmph," Khushi moaned.

Arnav moved his hands up and took off her shirt. He looked down at Khushi and saw that she was only in her bra and underwear. Arnav hadn't even realized that she wasn't wearing anything below. He thought she was wearing shorts or something.

"It was hot, so I was just," Khushi broke off. "Plus I thought we'd be going to bed, so...."

Usually, Khushi would just wear a shirt and her underwear and go to bed, so it made sense to Arnav.

"Well then," Arnav breathed. "Better for me."

Arnav kissed her again and moved around her neck and shoulders. Khushi gripped his shirt and held onto him as he pleasured her.

"Oh Arnav, please!"

After the incident, Arnav and Khushi had took some time off sex. They wanted to just reconnect and since then, no sex.

"Arnav... now, please!"

"Khushi, it's been too long, I need to have you now!"

Unhooking her bra, he removed it and threw it back on his chair. He laid her back on his desk and hovered above her. The two gazed at each other, Khushi caressing his face. He leaned in and kissed her, their tongues dancing. Letting go, he slowly kissed his way down.

Khushi squirmed. "Arnav," she moaned.

He removed her panty and tossed it back on his chair. Splitting her legs apart, he kissed her inner left thigh. Khushi took in a sharp breath and shut her eyes. Slowly trailing up, he stopped and moved to her right thigh.

"Arnav," she begged.

She hadn't felt this feeling in a long time and she really wanted it.

Arnav trailed up and then claimed her, his tongue giving her a bundle of pleasure. His tongue circled her clitoris and Khushi gasped. Again and again and again, he circled his tongue around it and Khushi was lost in satisfaction. Slowly, Arnav eased a finger inside and Khushi gasped. He put in another and Khushi groaned. He moved his fingers in a steady rhythm and then increased it.

Khushi got on her elbows to look at him. Seeing him down there, doing his deed, gave Khushi a heady feeling. She moaned and placed her hand through his hair.

"Ah! Arnav... Aaah!" She tossed her head back.

But Arnav continued. His pressure increased, and his fingers moved faster, pushing Khushi higher and higher.

Khushi's mouth formed into the letter O. "Oh Arnav, I think I'm going to come," she blurted.

Arnav didn't stop and continued his torture. Khushi grasped his hair with both hands and tried to pry away, rubbing onto his face, but Arnav grasped her hands with his free hand and stopped her. Khushi couldn't push away and she groaned from the torture.

"Arnav... Arnav I'm going to come!"

She couldn't sit up anymore and laid back on his desk. Breathing heavily, she tried to keep control, but with Arnav increasing his rhythm and hitting the right spots, Khushi couldn't, and so she shattered.

"Arnav!"

Her body bowed off as she screamed out his name from her orgasm. She felt Arnav kissing his way up her body as she breathed heavily. Opening her eyes, she saw Arnav hovering over her, his face red from her rubbing. He kissed her and Khushi tasted herself on his lips. Letting go, he licked his lips and sat back in his chair.

"And now I'm full," he simply said.

Khushi gasped for air and then sat up. Arnav just gawked at her.

"Seeing you like this on my desk is a mighty fine view," Arnav said, running his index finger on his lower lip.

Khushi stood up and sashayed over to him and stood in front of him. Arnav held her waist and looked up at her.

"Well now that you've done your deed," Khushi began, "now I'm famished."

Arnav smirked. "Of course you are." He got up. "Come, let's get your dinner ready."

Arnav started to walk, but Khushi grabbed his hand and stopped him. Arnav looked at her in confusion. She pushed him slightly back so that he was leaning against his desk.

"Khushi, what are you doing," he asked, really confused.

Khushi leaned in and kissed his jaw. Moving her hands down, she in buttoned his jeans and unzipped it, Arnav not having a clue, stuck on what she was doing.

"Khushi, seriously, what are you up to?"

Khushi looked up at him innocently. "What? I'm just getting ready."

"Ready? For what?"

*MATURE CONTENT AGAIN!*
Khushi dropped to her knees, pulling his jeans and boxers down at the same time.

"What the-"

Khushi grabbed his manhood and Arnav took in a sharp breath.

"Khushi, what are you-"

"Dinner time," and she took in his manhood.

Arnav gasped as Khushi pleasured him. This was really unexpected for Arnav. He didn't think she would really do this. She had only done this with him once, so for her to do it again with such impertinence, it surprised Arnav.

"Khushi... shit!"

Khushi swirled her tongue on the tip and Arnav took in a sharp breath. He gritted his teeth and flexed, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She sucked harder and Arnav cupped her head in his hands.

"Fuck," he hissed. "How far can you go?"

Khushi thought to herself. How far can I go?

Taking him in deeper, she felt him at the back of her throat and sucked harder. Arnav let out a hiss from his teeth and shut his eyes tight. Khushi liked how he was reacting to her and sucked harder, swirling her tongue over and over on the tip, taking him in and out, her lips covering teeth.

"Fuck! Khushi, I'm gonna come!"

And Khushi let out her teeth and grazed him, and it sent Arnav over the edge.

"Khushi," he cried, grasping her hair tightly and pulling.

Khushi felt the liquid ooze down her throat and looked up at Arnav. He looked down at her, his eyes really wide. She slowly stood up and kissed Arnav, Arnav tasting himself. When she let go, she moved her finger to her lips and wiped his come of the corners of her mouth and placed her finger in her mouth.

"Mmm, yummy," Khushi teased.

"I'd say you taste better."

"We could debate about this all day," Khushi smiled.

Arnav pulled her in by her waist and kissed her. Khushi held onto his shirt and melted into his kiss.

Arnav let go. "There are needs that need to be completed?"

Khushi nodded. "Very badly," she whispered, feeling her throbbing core.

Arnav laid her back on his desk and removed his shirt. Going through his drawer, he pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil packet, he rolled the condom on and entered Khushi. Both groaned in satisfaction.

"Oh baby, you're so ready," Arnav whispered.

And he started to move. Khushi crisscrossed her arms, placing them on her shoulders to stop her breasts from moving. Arnav placed his hands beside her head and gazed down at Khushi, who had her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes Khushi," he breathed. "Look at me."

Khushi slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Arnav. One look at his intense gaze, tipped Khushi over and her back arched as she screamed Arnav's name from her orgasm. Arnav pushed in once more and stilled, crying out Khushi's name, pouring himself into her.

Arnav collapsed onto Khushi's chest. They shut their eyes and caught on their breaths. Arnav kissed her breasts and sighed.

"I love you Khushi," he breathed.

"I love to too Arnav."

Chapter Twenty One

Arnav squirmed and was awoken by the sunlight. It came shining in right through the windows and shone on his glorious face. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to Khushi, only to not find her there. He looked around the room, but she wasn't there.

Slowly getting up, Arnav headed to the bathroom and washed up. He got out, dabbing his face with the towel and dropped it aside on the chair. Khushi still wasn't in the room. Just as he was about to call out, he heard:

"Arnav! Hurry down! Breakfast is ready!"

Arnav headed downstairs and saw Khushi in the kitchen. She was making omelets and placed them to two individual plates. As Arnav made his way in, Khushi placed the plates on the breakfast bar. She looked up at Arnav and smiled sweetly.

"Good morning," she said sweetly.

"Um... morning."

He found her behavior strange. After what he said yesterday, he expected her to be upset, but there wasn't a trace on her face. She went over to him and peeked his cheek and then walked over to the fridge to get the OJ.

Arnav sat down on a stool and looked at her. Khushi was flipping the pancakes, not showing any moods. She seemed... normal. Arnav wasn't liking it at all and just as he was about to say something, Khushi placed the pancakes down and sat down across him.

"Well," Khushi said. "aren't you going to start?"

Arnav nodded and started eating and Khushi ate as well. No one said a word and Arnav kept looking at her. She didn't have any expression, focusing on her pancakes. Soon she finished, and she got up to wash her plate. Arnav looked at his barely-eaten plate, all because he kept focusing on Khushi.

Ignoring his plate, he got up and went over to Khushi. Khushi was about to start washing her plate, when Arnav turned her around to face him.

"Arnav-"

"Not one. Word. Understood?"

Khushi looked up at him confused.

"Why are you acting like this?"

Khushi scrunched his eyebrows. "Like what?"

"Like this? Like I didn't say anything."

"Say what?"

"You know what I said! How I didn't care about the marriage! How I only did it for my company!"

Khushi looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about," she tried to say confidently.

Arnav turned her to face him. "Yes you do! Khushi-"

"Arnav please. Just forget about it," and she moved over to the counter.

Arnav followed behind her. "And see you hurt? Never!"

"Arnav-"

Arnav whipped her around and trapped her against the counter. "Khushi, stop hiding your feelings. I know you're hurt. You're just not saying anything."

"Arnav-"

"No! Don't "Arnav" me!"

Khushi gulped.

He grasped her chin. "I know you're hurt! Why are you acting like you're not?!"

"Because I'm not-"

"Don't gimme that crap!"

Khushi stilled, scared.

"I know you're fucking hurt so just admit it! I don't get why you're hiding shit for!"

Khushi looked at him in shock. She had never heard him like this before.

"The fuck Khushi?! Why can't you just say it straight? You wouldn't even let me say anything last night! Yeah, at first I didn't wanna marry you but after I saw you, I wanted you. You're beautiful! Fuck that, you're more than beautiful! I wanted you all to myself! What do you not get?"

Khushi said nothing and looked down.

"Damn it Khushi, I wanted to marry you once I saw you. Yeah, now I regret being the dick i acted like, because there could have been a chance that I never would've met you. ... And I'd regret that."

Khushi looked at him.

"Dammit Khushi," and he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

Khushi stayed still, and Arnav wasn't liking it whatsoever. He bit her lip and Khushi moaned out, gasping, and he entered his tongue. He wanted her to understand how much she meant to him. How much she valued to him. How much he wanted her. How much he craved her.

How much he loves her.

Arnav kissed her all over her face. "I love you Khushi," he murmurs in between kisses. "I love you so much."

Khushi started to cry, hearing these touching words. The way he was showing his affection and showing his love, it just made her emotional. Arnav kissed away the tears and held her tightly against him. Khushi cried into his chest and Arnav comforted her, not wanting her to feel pained anymore.

When she calmed down, Arnav picked her up and made her sit on the counter. "You okay baby?"

She nodded. "Yeah," she said in a low voice, using the sleeve of her baby blue v-neck to wipe her nose.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she said lowly, her lips quivering.

"Oh, baby, come here," and he hugged her, nuzzling into her hair.

Khushi held onto him and Arnav ran his hands on her back.

"Hush baby," he said soothingly. "Don't cry."

Khushi bit her lower lip to hold back her tears.

Arnav pulled away and looked at her. "Baby, I'm so sorry. Really. I am. I feel like... beating myself up wouldn't even be enough."

"Ssh.... Don't say things like that Arnav-"

"No Khushi. I deserve to be punished."

"Arnav-"

"I can't see you hurt, Khushi. I can't. It hurts me more. The fact that I thought of using you in the first place, it makes me...."

Arnav looked away and covered his face with his hands.

Khushi reached out and held his wrists. "Arnav, no. Please," she said soothingly, but Arnav felt guilty.

She pulled him to her and hugged him, making him rest his head on her breasts.

"Ssh, Arnav. Please? You're hurting me this way," she said, her voice almost cracking.

Arnav looked at her.

"Please don't tare yourself apart," she whispered.

Arnav shook his head. "Do you forgive me?"

Khushi nodded.

"I love you Khushi."

"I love you too, Arnav," she smiled.

Arnav pulled her in to a kiss and Khushi wrapped her arms around his neck. Arnav went from her lips to her face, ears, hair, and neck, murmuring "I love you" to her, nonstop. And all the while, Khushi replied "I love you too" holding him close to her heart.

Chapter Twenty

Khushi looked into his eyes. "What?"

Arnav sat up and looked away.

"Arnav?" She tried to sit up as well, but Arnav stopped her.

"Khushi what are you doing? Lie down."

She shook her head, but Arnav wouldn't allow her up.

"Khushi, you need to relax."

"Fine, but what do you want to tell me?"

Arnav sighed and leaned closer to her and held her to him, holding her tightly by her waist.

"Khushi, I haven't been very honest with you," he whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"Khushi I...." He sighed.

Khushi caressed his face and turned his face towards hers. "Go on."

"I..." He took a deep breath. "I lied."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"I've lied about certain things with you."

"Like?"

"Like AR? That's not my fathers company."

"It isn't?"

"No, it's not. It's my company."

"Your company?" Khushi felt confused.

"Yeah, my company. I started off that business with the help of my fathers money. From a just a small business, it has expanded out throughout the world."

"Wow. That's incredible."

Arnav shrugged. "I focused on my business. I didn't care about anything else, just that. I became the dominating business man, cutting off many companies and making them fall, even into bankruptcy."

"That's kinda... ruthless."

"Yeah.... Anyways, I was so focused into my business, that marriage was out of my head. My parents kept asking me too, but I wouldn't accept."

"But then you did?"

"Only because my father had taken my company."

"Meaning?"

"He seized my company, so I wasn't CEO anymore. He took over and said that in order for me to get my company back, I have to get married."

Khushi looked down.

"So I married only for my company."

So he wasn't committed for our marriage, Khushi thought in her head.

"I begged Di to get me out of it but she yelled back at me instead. She was on my parents side and she wanted me to get married." He sighed. "So I agreed, only to get my company back. I didn't care about anything else. I didn't want to get married. I didn't even want to meet you, let alone marry you."

It hurt Khushi, realizing that Arnav never cared. He didn't want any of this. He just did it for his benefit, his company - himself. He didn't want her. He didn't want to meet her.

Tears swelled in her eyes.

Arnav looked at her and saw her eyes swelling with tears. Khushi looked side to side and made her tears go away.

"Khushi, I'm sorry-"

"No. It's okay. I understand."

"But Khushi I-"

"It's okay Arnav. Really." She looked at the alarm clock. "It's getting late. You should sleep."

Khushi turned and turned off her bedside lamp and shut her eyes. Arnav just looked at her and understood that she was hurt. Approaching her now would only mean her diverting the topic. So Arnav decided not to say anything and would talk to her in the morning.

Arnav turned off his bedside lamp and lifted the duvet over him. He snuggled into Khushi and held her around her waist and nuzzled into her hair. Khushi didn't react and stayed still. Arnav knew she was hurt so it was obvious she wouldn't snuggle into him.

"I love you Khushi," he whispered, trying.

But Khushi said nothing, her asleep.

Chapter Nineteen

After some "fun time", Khushi left home and Arnav worked the rest of the day. Soon it was time for Arnav to leave and he went home. When he entered the loft, he saw Khushi lying on the sofa and she moved really quick. She tried to look innocent, but Arnav knew something was up. He walked over to her and sat beside her.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," she smiled.

Arnav looked into her eyes and Khushi tried to avoid.

"Khushi, I know you're hiding something from me," he said confidently.

Khushi looked down and then reached over to the side and pulled out a hot water pack. Arnav looked at her curiously and Khushi looked down.

"I got my period," she whispered.

Arnav got confused. "Oh. ... Okay. So why do you have a hot water pack?"

A lump formed in her throat. "I have really bad cramps."

Arnav saw the pain in her eyes and he felt bad. He moved over to her and held her, trying to comfort her. Khushi took in a sharp breath and cuddled into him.

"Aww baby, please don't cry," Arnav whispered.

Khushi nuzzled into his chest. "Arnav, it hurts."

"It's okay baby. Let me go get you some Tylenol, hmm?"


Khushi nodded and Arnav went upstairs to the medicine cabinet and got out the Tylenol. He went back down, got a glass of water, and sat down beside her and handed it over to her. Khushi took the meds and drank water.

"Come upstairs to bed," Arnav said soothingly, getting up.

"I would, but it hurts to move," she said in a low voice. "I'll just sleep here tonight-"

Arnav bent down and picked her up and Khushi gaped at him. He walked over to the stairs as Khushi gazed at him. He looked at her and didn't break their eye lock as he went up the stairs. Walking over to the bed, he placed her down and tucked her in. He turned and Khushi grabbed his hand, not wanting him to go yet. Arnav reassured her that he'd be back in a second and went to the barroom with a change of clothes.


He came out and went over to her, lying beside her, and he ran his fingers through her hair. "You feeling any better baby?"

Khushi nuzzled into his chest. "Somewhat."

"Around what time did you get your period?"

"About two hours ago."

"Did it hurt then?"

Khushi nodded. "That's how I figured out I got my thing."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "Then why didn't you call me then? I would've came home-"

"That's why I didn't call. I didn't want to bother you."

"Bother," he asked, taken back. He cupped her face and made her look at him. "Khushi, how could you say that? It would never be a bother."

Khushi shrugged and Arnav turned away. She made him face her and she snuggled into him. "I thought... I just didn't want to disturb you." She looked up at him. "Honest."

Arnav looked at her and her eyes said it was true. He rested his cheek on her hair and held her tightly. Khushi felt weird about it, like he wanted to tell her something.

"Khushi?"

"Hmm Arnav?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

She looked up. "What?"

"Well... speaking of being honest here..." Arnav looked at her, "there's something I need to tell you."

Chapter Eighteen

Khushi filled up Pyrex containers with food and got a bag to put it in. The buzzer buzzed and Khushi went over to it and pressed the talk button.

"Yes," she spoke into it.

"Ma'am, you car has arrived." It was the doorman.

"Okay. I'll be down."

Just as Khushi was about to leave, she realized she didn't know how to lock up the place. She quickly got her phone and called Arnav.

"Arnav Singh Raizada."

"Arnav? It's me."

"Oh, hey Khushi. Sorry, I didn't look at my phone."

"It's okay."

"So what's up? The car didn't come yet?"

"No, it's here, but um... how do I lock the place up?"

"Don't worry. Just leave it."

"What?"

"Yeah. Don't worry."

"But-"

"Just come down. 'Kay?"

"But Arnav-"

"Khushi don't worry. It's safe. Now hurry over here."

Arnav hung up and Khushi shook her head. She did as he said and went downstairs. There was an Escalade waiting for her and she went in. They drove near to Rockefeller Center, where the Raizada's office is.

She walked into the building and gazed. It was beautiful! Mainly focusing on white, the black and silver blending in, everything looked metallic. Khushi walked to the front desk. There was a woman sitting at the reception, blonde, with straight hair, looking about 25-ish.

"Welcome to AR," the woman said.

"Hi," Khushi said timidly. "I'm here to see Arnav - Arnav Singh Raizada?"

"Do you have an appointment with Sir?"

"Um... no. I'm here to give him his lunch, actually."

The woman raised her eyebrow. "I'm sorry ma'am, but without an appointment, you can't go in. Not even if you have food for him. Unless you have some relation-"

"I'm his wife."

The woman stood up in a shot. "Oh! Oh my gosh! Ma'am! I'm so sorry-"

"No, it's okay. I should've said it from the start."

The woman looked scared to death. "U-um," she stuttered, "S-sir's all the way upstairs. Take the elevator at the end of that hall," she pointed, with all the elevators. "The one on the right."

Khushi nodded with a smile and went towards the elevator. She went to the one as instructed and saw two big bodyguards there, standing by. Khushi gulped.

"Name," one of them said.

It sounded like as if his voice was on amp. Khushi felt scared but she gulped and shook it off.

"K-Khushi K-Kuma-ari Gupta Sssingh Raizada."

So much for keeping it cool, she said in her head.

They nodded. "Welcome Ma'am," they boomed together.

Khushi timidly smiled and the other bodyguard called the elevator. It came in seconds and Khushi headed in. There were only two buttons on the panel, one for the ground floor, and the other with a "R" on it, written very fancy.

She pressed that and the doors shut. It went up, not stopping anywhere else at all.

Guess it only goes to those two places, she thought.

The elevator went all the way up and she was welcomed to the top floor. Khushi was in shock. All around, it was spacious, with glass walls. To her right was a conference room, about 14 seats, with all the right technology needed. In front her was a reception desk, with a young brunette sitting there. Behind her was all glass windows. Khushi headed towards her.

"Hello Mrs. Raizada," the woman said. "Mr. Raizada is inside," she gestured left.

Khushi smiled timidly and went in. She opened the door and walked in and gaped. The room was huge! It must be covering the rest of the floor! Arnav was standing by the window, talking on his phone.

"Alright, get that done within the hour," he said, and he hung up.

He turned around and looked at Khushi. He was in daze, taken over by her beauty. Khushi had changed into a navy blue anarkali, matching Arnav's shirt.

Khushi smiled and went over to him. "Hi," she said softy, almost a whisper.

"Hi baby," he said huskily.

Khushi could understand from his voice that he was getting attracted. Before any thoughts came to mind, she went over to his desk and placed the bag down.

"Please sit," Arnav said as he sat.

Khushi did and looked at her sexy husband. "Um, you hungry?"

"Yeah."

His eyes were dark and Khushi understood that he wasn't talking about food. She took out the food anyways and Arnav was intoxicated by the smell.

"Yum," Arnav said, his mouth watery.

Khushi giggled as she set up the bowls. Arnav could wait no more and charged at the food. He began to eat and he sighed, taking the first bite.

"God, I love your food," he moaned.

Khushi giggled and shook her head. "Oh Arnav, will you grow up."

He shook his head, a bunch of food in his mouth. Khushi giggled and reached over and rubbed her finger on the corner of his lips, removing food. Arnav went to grab her finger with his mouth, but Khushi moved away and licked her finger.

"Oh, you're such a tease," Arnav said.

Khushi smiled proudly.

"Only one problem."

"What," Khushi asked.

Arnav reached out for her hand and Khushi placed hers in his. He brought her around and pulled her into his lap. "Much better."

Khushi shook her head and kissed him on his cheek and then rested her forehead on his. "I love you."

"I love you too."

They heard the door open and Khushi tried to get off, but Arnav held onto her. The brunette came in and she flushed, seeing the two like this.

"Um," she stammered, "sir. Lenex called, saying he wanted to discuss the deal with you."

"Tell him that we'll discuss it tomorrow. As for today, I want my meetings canceled - all of them."

"Yes sir."

"Oh, and you can go on your lunch break. Tell the boys downstairs to not let anyone upstairs for the next two hours."

"Yes sir," and she left.

"Arnav, can you do that," Khushi asked.

"Yup. I am the boss after all."

"What? But I thought-"

"So did I, but my dad promoted me. You are now looking at the CEO of AR Group of Industries," he said proudly.

Khushi was in shock. "Oh my gosh," she squealed. She hugged him tightly and kissed him.

Arnav kissed her back and placed his left hand in her hair.

Khushi smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling, and she hugged him again. "I'm so proud of you."

Arnav smiled. "Thanks Khushi. This is all because of you."

"No it's not. Arnav, this because of you being such a devoted son. You care for your family, and now you're going to continue the line of your family business."

"I still say its because of you."

Khushi shook her head and Arnav kissed her. When he broke away, he spoke.

"Let's celebrate," Arnav said, his voice husky.

He looked up at Khushi and Khshi saw how his eyes had darkened. He wanted her.

"Arnav, I don't think it's a good idea," she whispered.

"I can't control it."

"Arnav...."

"Khushi...."

Arnav ran his right hand to her back and pulled the zipper down.

"Arnav," Khushi gasped.

But he continued and pulled it all the way down. "Let me love you," he whispered.

Khushi felt his hand on her back and she leaned into him. "Love me," she whispered.

*MATURE CONTENT*
Arnav nodded and stood up, making her get up as well. He moved her sleeves down her shoulder and it came down to the floor. Khushi's chest heaved, eager for his touch on her body. Arnav had gotten rid of every string on her body, Khushi not even realizing.

"Take your sandals off," he said, his voice raspy.

Khushi did as he said and Arnav looked at her sweet, beautiful glory. Arnav didn't wait any longer and took of his suit jacket and laid it out on the desk. He loosened his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not removing his eyes from Khushi.

Khushi was getting impatient and helped Arnav unbutton his shirt. Arnav smirked lightly at his impatient wife. Khushi spread his shirt apart and revealed his chest. She ran her hands over it and took in a sharp breath, feeling every ridge and bump.

"Your chest is amazing," Khushi whispered, running her finger down his abs.

"What are you going to do," Arnav asked.

Khushi looked up at him and grabbed his tie and pulled him in and caught his lips. The two kissed, pulling the other in, Arnav's hands at her waist, Khushi clutching onto his shirt.

Khushi broke away and Arnav rubbed his nose behind her ear and nibbled from her earlobe down to her neck.

"Oh, Arnav! Now," she begged.

Arnav let go and nodded. He unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and got rid of it, along with his boxers, his pride springing free. He sat down on his chair and had Khushi sit on his lap, on her knees.

"Reach into my left pocket," Arnav whispered. "There should be a condom in there."

Khushi nodded and reached into it and found the condom and then looked at Arnav confused. "Wait, why do you have a condom in your pocket?"

Arnav smirked and Khushi gaped.

"You planned this all along," Khushi gasped.

Arnav smirked. "Hmm, aren't you very smart."

Khushi scoffed. "Guess I picked it up from you Mr. Raizada."

"Ah! Very good Mrs. Raizada."

Khushi shook her head and kissed him. "At least it worked," Khushi murmured in his lips.

"I didn't have a doubt," and he kissed her again.

Khushi ripped the foil packet open and handed Arnav the condom, kissing him. Arnav sucked on her lower lip as he got the condom on. He let go and lifted Khushi up slightly, rolled it on, and then carefully placed her over.

Khushi groaned, taking in his length, letting him fill her up. She moved slowly, going up and down, holding onto the back of Arnav's chair.

"That's it baby," Arnav whispered out.

Khushi increased her pace, trying to control her moans so that the brunette outside wouldn't hear. She began to gyrate her hips and made circles.

"Oh yes, Khushi! I love that!"

Khushi smirked. She loved circles too and loved the way how Arnav would react even more to it, though he loved it all. She continued her torture and Arnav had his head leaned back against his chair, groaning.

Arnav caught hold of her waist and moved her up and down. Khushi gripped onto his shoulders and moaned.

"Oh Arnav! This is amazing!"

Arnav held onto her hips as he made her go up and down, him going in and out of her. He caught her lips in his and kissed her hard, Khushi moaning into his mouth.

"Arnav!"

Arnav caught her breast in his mouth and sucked on it. He flicked his tongue on her erected nipple and bit it.

"Arnav!"

She caught a fistful of his hair and tugged. Arnav repeated his actions on her other breast and Khushi tugged harder.

"Oh Arnav, please!"

"Khushi... come for me."

Khushi tried to keep her control, but soon enough, she shattered into a million pieces, yelling out "Arnav" and she buried her face into the crook of his neck as she came. But Anav hadn't reached his point yet and held her waist tight and moved his hips up and slammed into her and yelled out her name as he came.

The two held onto each other, covered in sweat, regaining their breath. Khushi had her arms wrapped around his neck and had her eyes shut, while Arnav nuzzled into her hair, holding her hair.

"I love you Arnav," she breathed.

"I love you too Khushi," he breathed back.