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.