Chapter Five

No matter how hard she tried, Khushi couldn't get out of the car. The doors were locked and the car continued to move, never stopping. She looked back at the man who was now her new owner - Arnav Singh Raizada. He was simply staring forward, not once even looking at her. He wasn't even trying to control her, his hands crossed over his chest. It was when his phone beeped that he had finally moved. He checked it out, responded, and resumed to his previous position.

Khushi wanted to ask him what he wanted with her and just as she opened her mouth, the car halted. She looked forward and gasped. They had simply halted before the gates and were waiting for it to open enough to let the cars through, however the grand mansion she saw up ahead had her head spinning. She understood that Arnav Singh Raizada was rich, but extremely rich, she had no clue.

The car began to move forward and Arnav was once again on his phone. When the car pulled up before the mansion, the driver came out and opened the door for Khushi. Before she could react, Arnav's men came forward and dragged her out as the driver went around to open the door for Arnav. Khushi tried to force herself free, but the men had a tight grip on her. Arnav began to head inside and his men dragged her along.

Khushi once again tried to free herself, however she froze the second she entered the mansion. The interior of the mansion was bright and white. Light reflected off the walls, brightening the rooms up even more. Khushi looked to her left and saw the sitting room. In front of her were two giant staircases, leading upstairs. To her right was a grand dining room.

Arnav began to go up the stairs and his men dragged Khushi along. They went down the halls and Arnav opened the door to a room. His men went inside and tossed Khushi in, causing her to trip and fall to the floor. When she looked back up, the men began to leave and Arnav entered the room, still looking down at his phone. Behind him, two more men came in and set down Khushi's belongings and then left, shutting the door behind them.

Arnav stepped forward and went towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. He typed away on his phone, when there was another beep. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a BlackBerry. He looked at it and then made a call from it.

"Where is he," he said into the phone.

Khushi watched him as he listened to the other person.

"Let me know," and he hung up, then faced Khushi.

Khushi straightened her spine. "Who are you? And what do you want with me?"

Arnav came forward and crouched down before her. "I think we've already gone through who we are, but as it wasn't a proper introduction...."

Khushi just looked at him.

"My name is Arnav Singh Raizada, eldest son of the late Aryan Singh Raizada."

Khushi simply blinked. Raizada? Eldest son? Does that mean Dhruv Saab is...?

"Now I know who you are, Khushi, so I believe the introductions are over."

"You haven't told me what you want with me?"

Arnav stood up and placed his hands in his pockets. "Quite a number of things actually. But first, strip."

Khushi's eyes widened. "E-excuse me?"

"Strip. Come on, I know you must have learned something in that place."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hardly knew the man, yet he was asking so much of her! Then again, if she was still back home, she would have been doing the same thing.

Khushi slowly stood up and looked down at the floor. With shaking hands, she removed her dupatta and let it fall to the floor. She reached up and untied the knot to her choli. After taking a shaky, deep breath, she removed the top, exposing her upper half to him. Moving her hand to the side, she unhooked the skirt and it fell to the floor, revealing all of her natural glory.

It was taught to never wear lingerie when working, but right now, Khushi was wishing she had worn them.

Arnav came forward and looked her up and down . He began to walk around her and Khushi wrapped herself with her arms.

"I can see what she meant," Arnav said softly.

Arnav moved in front of her and moved her arms aside. He took hold of her mounds and Khushi shut her eyes, forcing herself not to cry.

"Such beautiful, soft skin.... I can see why my brother took a liking towards you."

Khushi's eyes snapped open to his.

"You shine as if the moonlight is hitting you. And right now..." Arnav looked up at her. "I'm grateful my brother never got to touch you."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows as Arnav stepped back.

"You are to marry me and to become my wife," he declared.

Khushi's jaw dropped as her eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You will become my wife and I will have you however I please. Is that understood?"

"But-"

"Is that understood?"

"Yes but-"

Arnav walked around her and headed towards the door. When he opened it, he turned back to look at her.

"This room is yours and you will stay here temporarily. Do with it whatever you wish," and he left, shutting the door behind.

Khushi heard a small click, which meant that he had locked the door, but Khushi couldn't think about that. Why on earth did Arnav Singh Raizada want to marry her? She knew that his family was the richest in all of the land, so why would he want to marry a girl like her? And what exactly did he mean about his brother? Do they not get along? And if she was in this mansion, wasn't Dhruv as well?

"Don't worry sweet stuff. I'll be back to fuck that cunt of yours relentlessly."

Dhruv's words echoed in Khushi's head and that fear grew within her once more. But then Khushi thought of Arnav's phone call.

Who was he talking about? Dhruv Saab? Is he not here?

Khushi looked at her belongings and opened up her chest. Within, she found some clothes to change into, choosing a simple white salwar kameez. She found the en suite bathroom and washed up then changed. Just as she came back out, the door clicked and a worker came in.

"Mr. Raizada requests your presence downstairs," he said.

Khushi nodded and followed him. When she got downstairs, she was taken into the dining room. Arnav sat at the head of the large table and the worker led her to him.

"Ah, good, you're right on time," Arnav said. "Sit."

Khushi glanced at the worker and then at Arnav. He waited for her to sit and Khushi couldn't believe he was asking her to.

Shouldn't only the wealthy sit at such a fine table?

"Sit," Arnav gritted.

Khushi did as he said and looked down. Dinner was served and Khushi looked down at it. At least it was Desi food, and not something else.

"I knew you would only be able to eat this kind of food, so I specifically told the chef to cook Indian food."

Khushi looked up at him. "Why are you doing this," she whispered.

Arnav looked at his men and with a nod they all left, clearing the room. When they did, Arnav leaned forward, folding his arms on the table.

"Here's how this is going to work Khushi," he began. "I will marry you for reasons I only know of. You will become my wife and I will be faithful to you by only fucking you."

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes.

"I am a good man, and I'll keep my word. You, however, will simply display to the world that we are in love. While that happens on the front, I will fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want. You will be nothing more than my legally wedded wife that I like to fuck. Other than that, you're not important to me and not essential to me."

Khushi looked down, tears forming in her eyes.

"Is that understood?"

Khushi shook her head. "No. It makes no sense! Why did you buy me-?"

"That's for me to know. So now, behave like a good girl and eat," he gritted.

But Khushi couldn't bring herself to eat. It was clear that she would simply be a fuck for Arnav Singh Raizada, however he would please. She wasn't of any matter to him, nor as he said, essential. It only made her heart cave in more, hurting her.

All Khushi had ever hoped for was to be loved and to be wanted by someone. To be loved by a man who needed her. But with what lied for her up ahead, Khushi believed that it would never happen.