Chapter Eight

When she opened her eyes, Khushi realized that it was morning.

Morning already? When did I fall asleep?

Khushi picked herself up and once sleep began to leave her system, she took in her surroundings. The big, plain white room stared back at her and Khushi gasped.

Oh my... wait, then that means....

Khushi looked at her chest, which sat on the floor by the vanity, and the memories of the night before played in her mind. She remembered performing and going up to the room. She remembered Ichchha Baai coming in and speaking with Arnav Singh Raizada. She remembered being sold to him and being brought here to this vast mansion. She remembered of their moment together and of what would happen today.

I'm going to become his wife, he's going to marry me.... But why? Why does he want to marry me?

There was a knock at the door and when Khushi realized she was naked, she quickly covered herself up with the silk duvet. The door opened, revealing none other than the man she had been thinking about.

Arnav came strolling in, wearing nothing but black silk pajama bottoms. By the looks of it, he looked like he had just taken a shower. Khushi's eyes darted to his chiseled chest and the V on his body going down, and forced her eyes back up to his. Arnav walked forward and when he got to the bed, he knelt down on it and tugged away the duvet from her. Before Khushi could react, Arnav crawled forward and placed a kiss on her neck, beneath her ear. Khushi held back her moan and looked at Arnav when he pulled back.

"Good morning, wife to be."

"G-good morning," Khushi whispered.

"Sleep well?"

Khushi shrugged.

"You went out like a light last night once you were sated, so I had to bring you back here to your room." He crossed his arms. "I'll let that slide once, but that's it."

Khushi could see the flames in his eyes, so she nodded with a gulp.

"Good," and he smiled his fake smile. "Now up you get, wash up and get ready. Once breakfast is complete, you'll get your fitting and we'll be wedded tonight."

Arnav pulled back and was about to leave, when he turned back to Khushi. He looked her up and down, taking in her small frame and curves.

"I can't wait to fuck you again tonight," he grinned devilishly.

With a lick of his lower lip, Arnav left the room, leaving a wide-eyed Khushi behind. Seeing the look on his face did two things to Khushi - scare her, as well as excite her.

Is this what I am to deal with for the rest of my life... or will I be sold again, she wondered, thinking of that moment the night before.

Getting out of bed, Khushi went into the bathroom and got ready, taking a shower, which somewhat calmed her. When she got out, she changed into a simple green and white salwar kameez and headed downstairs. When she got downstairs, Khushi was led into the dining room by one of the security, and once again, Khushi found Arnav sitting alone at the big table. She sat down beside him and they were served breakfast.

"Your fitting is about half an hour from now," Arnav said. "Anything you like, take - after all you will be my wife."

Khushi looked down at her lap. However, immediately, she was forced to look back up, Arnav tugging at her chin and forcing her to look at him.

"What," he simply asked.

Khushi looked into his eyes with fear.

"Well," he growled.

Khushi gulped. "I don't understand why any of this happening."

Arnav let go of her chin and Khushi looked back down. "Let me make this clear Khushi...."

She looked back up at him.

"I do not like repeating myself. I've told you as much as I see fit to tell you last night, and that is all you'll get. Now if you're done eating, you can go back up to your room and the designers will be with you soon. Personally, I've chosen out a few that I liked, and now the rest is up to you. Is that clear?"

Khushi gulped. She knew she couldn't push on her question because she could see the threat in his eyes if she were to. So instead she nodded, ate, and got up to go back up to her room. Moments later, people barged into the room and before she could even react, they were all over her, taking her measurements and placing fabrics over her to figure out what on earth she would wear. Not one let her properly speak, only speaking to each other as they shared ideas, going back and forth. Eventually they gave her the chance, asking her to choose between fabrics and lingerie styles. Khushi felt her head blur, overwhelmed by everything. So they offered her the choices Arnav had made and Khushi was stunned. They were all beautiful, from saris to lingerie. When they asked her if she liked it, she told them that she loved them, and that was all she was allowed to speak. They fussed between each other again, doing whatever they needed to and left the room.

Khushi stood there, stunned, not understanding what had just happened. Moments later, a member of the security team brought in another group of people. Khushi was going to ask what they were here for, but they erupted into talk, taking Khushi to get her ready, stripping her out of her clothes and putting her in a silk robe. While one worked on her facial, another worked on her nails, while another worked on her feet. At first, Khushi felt uncomfortable, but then felt better, being pampered. Usually the other girls got treats like this since they would work, while Khushi did the chores. She used to envy them and now here she was.

Some time later, Khushi's nails were done, painted red, her toes the same. They sat her down before the vanity and someone worked on her hair while another worked on her makeup. Soon after that, a member of the security came in with two boxes. Both were wrapped in silver wrapping with a golden bow on top, one big, the other small. Khushi opened the big one and was stunned by the beautiful red lehenga inside. The ladies around her ooh'd and ah'd, while Khushi gazed at it, running her hand over it.

It's... it's absolutely perfect.

Khushi opened up the small box and stared at its contents in shock. Inside the box were a matching set of a red lace bra and panties. Khushi picked them up and the ladies behind her giggled to themselves. Khushi blushed hard, matching the shade of red.

He wants me to wear this? But there's hardly anything!

It was true - it seemed more like two scraps of material than actual clothing. The lace was sheer and Khushi had experience with these types of things before. Her mind instantly filled with the thought of pasties and she shuddered.

Oh, the pain! ...there is no way I'm wearing pasties!

Khushi glanced down at the box and saw that there was nothing else.

Good, no pasties. ...or should I want pasties?

Khushi remembered the way Arnav had looked at her this morning and how he had licked his lips.

Oh my....

Khushi felt her insides clench and she shut her eyes. She remembered the night before and her body hummed.

Double oh my!

The door opened and a member of the security team told them she had one hour to prepare. As soon as he left, they rushed to get her ready, Khushi slipping into the scraps of cloth and her bridal wear.  When she was finally ready, her makeup team let the security know. While Khushi waited, seated on the bed, she felt her heart race.

Why am I feeling this way? Why am I so nervous? Its not like he loves me, nor that I love him? So why do I feel so-?

A security member came in. "Time to go."

Khushi stood up and was taken downstairs. Khushi followed behind a team of security and was led into the vast ballroom. She couldn't believe how grand it was, how beautiful it was. But her eyes soon went to Arnav, and she was shocked even more. The man looked handsome - too handsome, it had to be a crime. Khushi resisted the urge to bite her lip and continued to follow the men. She was stood beside Arnav at the mandap, and the pandit who was already there, began the prayers. Not a word was spoken between them, only the pandit's voice and the crackle of the fire filling up the room.

I can't believe this is happening, Khushi thought. But why? Why doe he want to marry me? Why won't he tell me?

They were told to stand and to begin their pheras. They did as they were told, and when all seven were complete and they were once again seated, Arnav was handed the little pot of vermilion, and he filled Khushi's parting. Khushi gazed at him when he did, her eyes slightly wide.

All these years, she had dreamed of her knight in shining armor, whisking her away from the brothel and marrying her, filling her parting and transforming her into a happily married woman.

And here she was today.

With the wedding complete, a man come forward, who Khushi had just now noticed was here. He handed Arnav a pen and he signed on several pages, then gave it to Khushi. Khushi looked at Arnav with confusion as she took the pen.

"Well it has to be documented," Arnav said as if it were obvious, cocking his eyebrow slightly.

Oh! Khushi signed the documents, Arnav showing her where to sign. When she finished with the last one, Arnav handed it back to the man, his lawyer.

"I'll take these down quickly," the lawyer said, and sped off.

Arnav sighed, his shoulders dropping. "Phew! Glad that's done with."

Khushi looked at the nearest mirror. She couldn't believe that her parting was truly filled, and that too by someone like him.

"Now then..."

She turned to look at him but Arnav bent down and swept her up into his arms. Khushi was shocked, her arms going around his neck. Arnav carried her through the mansion, Khushi blushing as they passed the guards. 

"You need to understand, Khushi, that my men are always around, either right in front of you or somewhere around you."

Khushi looked up at Arnav. 

"So enough with the blushing. It's like you're some newly wedded bride- oh wait! You are."

Khushi frowned slightly. 

Arnav looked down at her. "So I'll let it pass for once. The next time - you'll get it."

Khushi gulped with a nod. 

"Aman," Arnav called out. 

A member of the security team stepped forward and Khushi noticed that he was different than the others. Unlike the dark charcoal suits the other men wore, this man wore a black one. He had a walkie-talkie with a ear bud in his ear just like the others but he wore shades, even though he was inside. But besides that, it was the way he carried himself that was different than the others.

"Yes Sir?"

"You're all dismissed for the night."

Khushi glanced out the window. It's dark already? I never realized how quickly the hours had passed.

"Take all the guys out," Arnav continued. "It's all on me."

Aman smirked lightly. "Yes Sir, and congratulations. To you too Madam."

Khushi blushed and looked down with a small smile. "T-thank you."

Aman gave a curt nod and turned to Arnav. "Where should I take the men, Sir?"

"Wherever they prefer, although I have an idea," Arnav smirked arrogantly.

Aman scoffed lightly and glanced down with a grin. 

"Well its a good day, so go ahead. Drinks, women - they're all on me. Tell Suzanne to put it on my tab."

Aman nodded. "Yes Sir. Although I'm sure she'll be upset to not have you there."

Arnav shrugged. "I've found myself something better to indulge in," he said, glancing down at Khushi. 

Khushi blushed again, slightly turning into his chest.

"Go on, have fun. And if anyone is late tomorrow, well, they know what's to be expected."

"Yes Sir." With another nod, Aman turned away, talking into his walkie, telling all the men to meet him in the front.

Arnav headed upstairs and Khushi looked up at him in confusion. She was surprised that Arnav was doing something generous, at least, in some way.

"You're staring wife."

Khushi looked away.

"Care to share what's going on on that mind of yours."

"Um... well, I was just t-thinking that... that was very nice of you to do."

Arnav glanced down at her and then looked forward. "My men are a strong and committed team. I take no shit, and nor do they. They protect me from harm and will give up their life if needed to protect me. I provide them money and shelter. In special occasions such as this, of course they'd be treated."

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes. "They'd give their life for you?"

"If needed be."

Wow. "They're very committed to their work."

"That they are."

Arnav entered his, or rather their bedroom and Khushi was stunned. The room had been decorated, flowers and candles filling up the room. But there was one thing that had surprised Khushi - the hints of blue.

Arnav placed her on the bed and Khushi looked at the blue roses on the bed. "These are beautiful."

She picked up the bouquet and admired them.

"Do you like it?"

"I love them," Khushi smiled softly.

"Good. Because I got them for you."

Khushi's eyes widened slightly. "For me?"

He got blue roses for me? That's so... kind of him.

"Yes. I did just say that, didn't I," he scowled.

Khushi looked down. So much for a good moment. 

Arnav took the roses from her hands and placed them in a vase on the other side of the room. When he walked back over to her, he pulled her up by her arm, bringing her body against his.

"Now then," he said in a low voice. "Time to ravish in you."

He covered her lips with his, silencing her. Khushi took hold of his arms, trying to balance herself and prevent her knees from buckling over. It was odd to her how this man of secrets and arrogance made her feel this way. Him, her newly wedded husband.

Why does he make me feel this way?

Letting go of her lips, Arnav placed soft kisses along her cheek to her forehead. He removed her dupatta off her head and tossed it onto the bed. Moving to her ear, he placed soft kisses beneath it, causing Khushi to moan.

"I definitely made a good choice with this," he whispered. 

Khushi hummed and turned away, giving him access to her neck. He sucked and teethed it, Khushi moaning in pleasure. Her hands wandered over his chest, and she felt desire build in her. 

Reaching behind her, Arnav pulled on the string of her blouse. It came apart in seconds and Khushi felt the warmth of his hands on her back. Honestly, there wasn't much of a back. A simple clasp held together what little fabric there was, and Arnav unclasped it, the fabric falling off of Khushi's body. Arnav immediately unhooked the skirt and it fell to the floor, leaving Khushi in her lingerie, or scraps of material as she preferred to call it. 

Khushi looked at Arnav as he cupped her breasts. He placed kisses over them, then unhooked her bra, removed it, and tossed it aside. He tugged down the pathetic scrap of cloth that was her panties, and they fell to the floor. Arnav stepped back and looked her up and down. Khushi blushed, looking down to the side. 

"There's just one thing..."

Khushi looked at Arnav in confusion as he walked around her. Arnav reached up and let Khushi's hair loose, her hair falling out from her bun and cascading down. 

Arnav came back around and stepped back. "Now that's more like it."

Khushi looked down at herself. All of her clothes had been removed, but her jewelry were still in place, from earrings, bangles, necklaces, everything. Even her anklets and waistlet were still on.  

In a snap, Arnav had her a lying down on the bed and she gasped. Arnav removed his sherwani and stood before her naked. Khushi's eyes darted to his hard length and then up to his eyes. His arrogant smirk proved to her that he had caught her, and he traveled up along her body. His hand followed him as he moved, tracing over her body, causing Khushi to shudder. 

Khushi's chest rose and fell, desperate for him to be inside of her. She had never felt this way before, never with any of the girls. It somewhat scared her that she felt this way towards him, and she also somewhat didn't care. 

Arnav traced his tongue around her nipple and Khushi moaned. Her hand moved to his hair and her bangles clinked. 

"Mm, I like the sound of that."

In the blink of an eye, Khushi was straddling Arnav. She gasped and placed her hands on Arnav's chest as she stared down at him, wide eyed. 

"Ride my cock," he demanded. 

Hearing his deep raspy voice, Khushi couldn't help but to bite her lip. It turned her on and she rocked her hips forward, unintentionally. 

"Take my cock and ride it," he demanded again. 

Khushi moaned and slightly raised herself up. She took his length in her hand and heard him hiss when she did. Placing him at her entrance, Khushi let him fill her up and moaned loudly. She rocked her hips slowly,  her waistlet slightly clinking. Her right hand kneaded her breasts while the other rested on Arnav for support. 

"Ride it," he ordered. 

Khushi moaned and did as he said. She rode him slowly at first, but gradually her speed increased. She moved up and down along her newly-wedded husband's length, her jewelry clinking at each thrust. For Arnav, that sound turned him on more than anything! His hands grabbed at her waist, urging her, making the thrusts quicker and deeper. The waistlet dug into his hands and her waist, hurting the two slightly, but turning them on more than anything. 

"I'm gonna cum," Khushi cried. 

"Take my cock, don't stop."

Khushi met him faster than before, on the verge of her release. Arnav met her thrust for thrust and soon she clenched onto his member, and cried out as she came. Khushi shuddered and shook, moaning as pleasure took over her. As soon as she came down from her high, Arnav flipped them over and slowly thrust into her. Khushi moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, her anklets clinking. Her hands went to his hair, her bangles clanking. Khushi gazed up at Arnav as he continued to thrust into her slowly. He kissed her before moving down to her chest, kissing and nibbling around her jewelry, taking her nipple in his mouth. Khushi cried out as he toyed with it, teething it. Her legs tightened around her waist, her anklets pressing into their flesh, causing Arnav to  hiss and lose his motion for a split second. He looked down at her and Khushi saw something dark and sexy form in his eyes. She tightened her hold on him and arched her back, meeting his thrust. 

"Oh wife, you are so kinky," and he took her lips in his. 

Arnav thrust into her hard and fast, not letting go of her lips. When Khushi tired to pull back, he bit her lower lip, refusing to let her go, and Khushi moaned. Her grip on him tightened as his thrusts became faster. Her anklets, bangles, waistlet, and earrings clinked as he thrust into her, emphasizing the fast rhythm they had created, mixed with their breathy moans and groans, orchestrating a piece like nothing else ever heard. 

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Khushi chanted. 

Arnav smirked devilishly and pounded into her relentlessly, Khushi screaming out as she came. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back as her insides clenched onto Arnav tightly. Arnav grunted and buried himself deep within Khushi has he released his seed within her. Both groaned and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, filling up the air. 

Arnav lifted himself up slightly and Khushi gazed up at him.

"Now that was something different."

Khushi said nothing, her chest rising and falling quickly. 

"And that was only the beginning."

Khushi felt a twitch within her. She gasped and gazed into Arnav's eyes. Arnav smirked and licked her lower lip before enveloping her tongue with his. 

Khushi moaned and tightened her hold on him again. Though she didn't understand him and somewhat feared him, there was a part of her that now wanted him. 

More than anything.