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."