Chapter Seven

Going down the halls, Khushi simply looked at Arnav as he went to his room. When he arrived, he put Khushi down and Khushi looked at the room as he shut the door. It was big and spacious, much bigger than her large room. She noticed the black cushioned, larger than king size bed and the combination of gray and white pillows, and the gray duvet. On both sides were black geological shaped night stands, holding black lamps. The wall directly behind the headboard held a large portrait photo of Arnav in black and white in a black frame. Khushi began to notice the same color scheme throughout his room, from furniture to the color of his drapes.

One thing for sure, Khushi noted that this room was darker than the rest of what she had seen of the mansion.

"How do you like your future room," Arnav asked.

Khushi looked back at him confusedly. "You mean I'll be sleeping here with you?"

Arnav looked down, chuckling lightly to himself. "Oh future wife, you truly are something else." He looked back up at her. "Of course you are, you will be my wife. Where else would ones wife sleep?"

Khushi looked down, then back at the room.

"Does my future wife not like the room? And be honest."

"Well... i-it um... it could use a splash of color," Khushi nearly whispered.

"Color? Huh?" Arnav crossed his arms and looked around. "Hmm, maybe. What color did you have in mind?"

"Blue," Khushi automatically replied before she could stop herself.

"Ah, blue.... not bad future wifey. Maybe you do have smarts after all."

Khushi frowned. "I am educated, excuse you."

"Oh? Are you now?"

Khushi stood proudly. "Malkeen believes a woman should have brains to make them more attractive. A body isn't enough on its own."

Arnav stepped forward slowly. "Is that so?"

Khushi gulped down her confidence and looked down. Oh no.

"What else did your Malkeen teach you," he asked, standing before her.

Khushi didn't reply.

"Did she teach you how to pleasure a man?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly.

"And have those methods worked?"

Khushi shook her head. "I personally don't know but the others-"

"Oh right, you were new. I forgot," he shrugged.

Khushi didn't say anything.

"Well it looks like its time for you to figure that out on your own."

Arnav stepped towards her and Khushi walked back. Every step he took forward, she would go backwards, until she fell back on his bed. Khushi landed with a gasp and Arnav straddled her.

"Tell me, have you penetrated yourself," Arnav asked.

Khushi blushed as her eyes widened.

Arnav looked up, going into thought. "Oh wait, Ichchha did mention you using toys." He looked back down at her. "Do you own a dildo?"

Khushi blushed harder, though she didn't quite understand why. All the girls had one and they had used them in their lessons. If it was easy to use it in front of others, surely it would be easy to talk about it in front of one man.

But this man was something else.

"Well," he questioned with an edge in his voice.

"A glass one," Khushi whispered.

"Ah... so you've bled?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

"Hmm, well at least there won't be any issues."

"Issues?"

"You know, cajoling and soothing and shit. And no taking it slow, just deep and fast," he smirked with a wink.

Khushi blushed harder.

Arnav leaned forward and hovered over her, their noses almost touching. "How about this: I'll pleasure you, but I won't fuck you. I want to learn your body well before I fuck you. Okay future wife?"

Khushi gulped. Did she really have a choice?

"Khushi, either you say yes and I do that, or you say no, and I fuck you roughly till you pass out."

Khushi's eyes widened with fear.

"Three..."

Oh my gosh.

"Two..."

Another countdown?!

"One-"

"Yes," Khushi quickly replied.

Arnav pouted. "Once again, I really wanted to get to zero. Ah well," he shrugged, and he captured her lips.

Khushi moaned and placed her little hands on his chest. She felt one of Arnav's hands travel under her kameez and travel up to her breasts. He squeezed it, causing Khushi to moan into his mouth once more. He moved to her neck and began to kiss it and suck on it.

Khushi began to get lost in pleasure as he nibbled away. Arnav felt her erected peak over her bra and pinched it, causing Khushi to moan. She entangled her fingers in Arnav's hair and tugged on it, causing Arnav to take a sharp breath.

For a moment, Arnav paused and looked down at her. Khushi looked up at him and Arnav could see fear, anticipation, and confusion in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he turned them over and sat up them up, Khushi holding onto his biceps.

"You're so muscular," Khushi breathed, her eyes wide as she observed them.

Arnav cocked his head. "That I am," he smirked.

Khushi looked at him, wanting to wipe off the smirk on his face. But instead of doing that, Arnav began to kiss her again. Khushi responded, keeping a good grip on him. Arnav moved both his hands under her kameez and pulled it up, Khushi holding her arms up to let him remove it. Arnav tossed it somewhere without looking and looked at Khushi's body. He cupped her breasts and Khushi shut her eyes, taking a sharp breath.

"Beautiful," Arnav muttered.

He kissed each of them and buried his face in them, inhaling her scent. Khushi gasped and her hands went to his hair, tugging on it once more. Arnav looked up at her and saw her blushing, looking nervous as well. He licked her breasts where it met her lace bra and Khushi moaned.

"These are hot," Arnav commented on her bra. "36C."

Khushi's eyes widened and she looked at him. "How did you know?"

"Just by looking at them," and he buried his face in them once more, causing Khushi to shut her eyes.

"Soft as pillows," he muttered. "I just might turn you into my pillow," he grinned, then unhooked and removed her bra.

Arnav crept his hand into Khushi's salwar and Khushi gasped. He skimmed his hand over the lace fabric of her panties and Khushi moaned.

"Wet," Arnav growled.

In the blink of an eye, Khushi was pushed down onto her back. She felt Arnav slowly peeling off her salwar and panties, his finger tips skimming over her flesh as he did.

"So beautiful," he muttered, then moved up in between her legs, burying his nose in her, causing Khushi to gasp. "So intoxicating," he inhaled.

Khushi tried to clasp her legs shut but Arnav had his grasp on her legs. This was just too intimate for her, even though she and the girls had done this so many times before. She knew this was something to be expected, but for it to actually happen with a man - for it to happen with him - was much more different.

Khushi looked down at Arnav and found him looking at her. Keeping his eyes on her, Arnav watched as he brought his tongue out and licked her. Khushi tossed her head back with a moan, her left hand taking hold of her breast while the other shot forward to his hair.

When she looked at him once again, Arnav noticed something different in her eyes. The fear she had before wasn't as present, as it was replaced with lust and desire.

With a smirk, Arnav licked her once more and put pressure on her clit. Khushi cried out with a moan, kneading her breast as her grip tightened on his hair.

Arnav pulled back and rested his chin in his hand while the other traced her inner thighs."Note to self - future wife loves it when her pussy is being eaten."

Khushi blushed as she bit her lip. Even though his tongue was gone, his fingers were still doing a lot to her.

Arnav brought his hand to her femininity and touched her lips. "Do you wax, future wife?"

Khushi shivered at his touch. "Yes," she nearly whispered.

She felt him run his finger through her folds, causing her to moan. Arnav cocked his eyebrow at her as he watched her shut her eyes in pleasure. Still keeping his chin rested on his hand, he ran his free hand through her folds, getting more sounds out of her. Keeping his eyes on her, he continued to do so, spreading her juices. Then without any warning, he entered his finger.

Khushi's eyes popped open with a gasp mixed with a moan. Arnav felt her insides clench around him and watched as Khushi lifted herself up to look at him. Her eyes were now only filled with pleasure, nothing else. His response to that was by curving his finger to hit that sweet spot. Khushi cried out as her back arched.

Arnav smirked. "Do you like that future wife?"

Khushi panted, wanting it again.

"Duly noted."

Arnav got up and removed his finger. Khushi cried out at the loss and rolled her hips. Arnav smirked and hooked her left leg around his shoulder.

"Second note to self - future wife loves to be finger fucked."

He took hold of her leg and traced his tongue on it, placing butterfly kisses on the path he made. Khushi moaned, wanting him to continue what he was doing before.

Placing a kiss on her leg, he leaned forward, bending Khushi's leg back.

"Huh, you're quite flexible aren't you," he asked.

Khushi nodded with a gulp.

"How exiting," he grinned.

Leaning back just a bit, he hooked her other leg over his shoulder and moved forward again.

"So if I fucked you like this, it wouldn't be a problem."

It wasn't a question, but she answered anyways. "No."

Arnav put on a a fake grin, then released her legs. In the blink of an eye, Khushi was on her front and Arnav was laying on her.

"And if I took you from behind," he asked, tracing his finger over her holes.

Khushi shivered.

"I'm guessing it's no problem."

Khushi shook her head hesitantly as his finger hovered over her anus.

"I look forward to that future wife."

Khushi bit her lip. Yes she wondered what that would bring, but she could only think of him finger fucking her again. She wanted her release more than anything. She wanted to cry out and ask him for more, when Arnav pulled her up and had her on her knees.

"I know I said I wouldn't fuck you, but you know what," she heard him say as she heard the sound of unzipping, "I don't fucking care."

With that, Arnav entered her and both groaned. Khushi clenched around him and she couldn't believe how amazing he felt.

Fuck, he feels so big!

Arnav took hold of her waist. "Your pussy is so tight and warm future wife," he said as he slowly pulled out.

With a slam, he pounded back into her, getting a cry out of Khushi's lips.

"And I can't wait to cum in it."

With no more words exchanged, Arnav pounded into her relentlessly, never stopping. Khushi moaned and cried, loving every delicious thrust she earned. She loved it so much, she began to meet him thrust for thrust.

Oh my... this is what it's like to be fucked by a man. Or at least, by Raizada Saab.

Khushi had always heard about Arnav and his brother. She knew that Dhruv was harsh and cold, but she had heard that Arnav was the one every girl wanted to be with. He knew how to fuck you deliciously well, that you could only think and want his cock for the rest of your life.

And I'm going to be that girl to get it for the rest of her life?

Arnav gathered her hair into his hand and made a make-shift ponytail. He pulled her back by it and leaned back on his knees, taking her up with him.

"Ride my cock," he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Khushi was turned on by it and did as he said. She rode him while he kneaded her breasts and sucked on her shoulder and neck. She could feel herself building, ready to explode.

"Ah, future wife is ready to cum," he growled.

Arnav pulled out and pushed her back, rolling her onto her back. Khushi gasped and moaned as he entered her once more. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clasping onto him as he continued to fuck her. Khushi could tell by looking at him that he was ready to cum as well. She wanted her release desperately, so she met him repeatedly, establishing a rhythm. Khushi squeaked, ready to explode. Her grip on him tightened as she felt her release nearing. With just a few more thrusts, Khushi came undone, crying out as her back arched into him.

"Fuck," Arnav growled, and he thrust into her faster, and burst.

Khushi felt the warmth of his release within her and sighed. Arnav had collapsed on her, breathing heavily. She couldn't help but to move her hand into his hair and run her fingers through it.

His hair is so soft.

Arnav picked his head up and looked down at Khushi. Khushi's hand froze and she looked into his eyes, hers wide. Without a word, Arnav kissed her deeply and pulled back.

"I'm so glad my future wife has such a glorious pussy. If I was stuck with a bad one, I think I just might've have to kill myself."

Gone was the feeling of ecstasy, bringing Khushi back to reality. Her fear once again returned as she watched Arnav pull out of her. She felt herself drip and Arnav smirked. He parted her folds with his finger, scooping up the evidence of their release.

"Taste it," he said.

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Taste. It."

Khushi blinked.

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Don't act like it's something foreign, I'm sure you've tasted cum before."

Khushi blushed, not understanding why she was in the first place, and picked herself up. "I have," she whispered.

He frowned, tilting his head. "Have you only tasted yourself?"

Khushi shook her head. "I've tasted Payal, Seema, and Sheetal before, mostly Sheetal though since we get paired up more often."

Arnav looked at her with confusion.

"They're some of the girls I trained with. Malkeen usually paired us up together and Payal would get paired up with Seema more often."

"Training huh?"

Khushi nodded.

"So you've never tasted a man before."

Even though it wasn't a question, Khushi shook her head.

"That's good. Now suck," he gritted, holding his finger out to her.

Khushi looked at him and then at his finger. She reached out with a shaking hand and took hold of his finger. Looking at him once more, she wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked on it. She wasn't sure if she had heard right, but she could have sworn she heard him take in a sharp breath. She wasn't positive because her mind was focused on their taste. She loved it - so much, that she moaned around his finger and sucked harder. Her insides clenched, causing more to come out from her folds. Khushi released his finger and scooped up what had come out to taste it.

"Kinky."

Khushi looked at him with her finger in her mouth.

"I like it," he smirked.

Khushi blushed and watched Arnav as he got up and fixed himself up. Only now had she realized that he hadn't taken any of his clothes off.

"Tomorrow, for sure, will be much better than this future wife. I guarantee it."

Khushi gulped. By the look in his eyes, she knew that there was more to come to this. She only wondered if she could take this, and for the rest of her life.

Chapter Forty Nine

It was a lovely afternoon at Raizada mansion, not to mention a lazy one. Work at the office was slow for Arnav, as well as for Aryan down in town hall. That's why the two men headed home, Arnav having already arrived while Aryan was on his way. Khushi and Shalini were relaxing in the living room, watching TV while enjoying some strawberries. Both women sat with their feet up, thanks to the recliners. Arnav laid his head in Khushi's lap, cooing to her stomach.

"... and boy am I glad that work was slow today, because it gave me time to spend with you, my tomato."

Khushi glanced down at him. "Your tomato?"

Arnav looked up at her. "Well you did say she's the size of a tomato."

Khushi giggled. "True, I did."

Arnav kissed her stomach. "Tomato."

"You know, if it is a girl, she'll definitely hate you for this."

"By the time she finds out, I'll have already gotten away with it, ain't that right tomato?"

Both Khushi and Shalini chuckled.

"Well, would the father of my tomato please get us some more strawberries," Khushi asked, batting her eyelashes.

Arnav looked at her for a moment. "That eyelash batting thing isn't necessary," and he got up with the empty bowl.

Khushi giggled and was about to say something when she paused with a squeal. Arnav looked back at her and Shalini moved beside Khushi as Khushi's hands shot out to her stomach.

"Ah," Khushi hissed, holding onto her stomach.

Arnav dashed back to her and placed the bowl down on the floor as he knelt before her on the floor. "Khushi, what's wrong?"

Khushi pursed her lips. "Mm, shaitan."

Arnav pulled back, looking at her oddly with confusion.

"Papa goes away so you punish me by kicking me hmm?"

Arnav's eyes widened. "W-what?"

Shalini's eyes grew with excitement. "He kicked?"

Khushi nodded and both Arnav and Shalini placed their hands over Khushi's stomach. Seconds passed when suddenly they felt the baby kick again.

"Oh my gosh," Shalini squealed, tears coming to her eyes as she gasped.

Arnav couldn't believe it. His hand remained over Khushi's stomach and Khushi watched him.

"I think papa's in shock."

As if the baby had understood, the baby kicked once more, bringing Arnav out of his reverie. His eyes darted to Khushi's and he immediately laid his head on her stomach.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm right here," he smiled.

Khushi smiled and ran her hand through his hair as he nuzzled her. Shalini couldn't help the tears which streamed down her cheeks. The sight before her was one she never thought she'd ever get to see first hand, and now here she was, feeling blessed more than ever.

*~*

"27 weeks Khushi, you're at the last week of your second trimester," Khushi's doctor said. "How are you feeling?"

"To tell you the truth, slightly anxious Dr. Fields."

"That's understandable," she smiled. "It is your first pregnancy, and it's about to feel realer than ever."

Khushi nodded. "Pretty soon he'll be here, out in the real world... I don't know if I'll ever be ready."

Dr. Fields sighed with a small smile. "Well from mother to mother-to-be, I'll be honest with you - I don't think anyone is ever ready. To tell you the truth, when I was in labor and my doctor was telling me to push, I was refusing because I just wasn't ready yet, especially since my daughter was three weeks early."

"How did you overcome it?"

"I never have," she admitted. "Everyday is a new adventure and I'm never sure if I'm ready to be a mother, and yet here I am."

Khushi nodded and looked down at her stomach.

"I can guarantee you though Khushi, that it's going to be nothing but an adventure here on out."

Khushi nodded and looked up at her with a smile.

"So, are we ready to see your baby?"

"Very."

"And dad?"

"Unfortunately daddy had a very important meeting so I'm here with my parents."

"Okay," she smiled.

Applying the cold jelly on her stomach, Dr. Fields looked around the screen, the room filling up with the sound of the baby's heartbeat.

"Oh would you look at that," Dr. Fields grinned.

"What?"

"Your baby is sucking its thumb."

"Really?"

Dr. Fields zoomed in and showed Khushi the screen and Khushi couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of her baby sucking its thumb.

"Oh, if only Arnav was here."

"I could get you a photo of this."

"Yes please, thank you."

"Not a problem at all."

*~*

"What the!"

Khushi pursed her lips, holding back her smile as she watched her husband walk back and forth in front of the bed, holding the picture from her ultrasound.

"The one day I miss an appointment, and I missed seeing my kid sucking her thumb. What the f-?!"

"Arnav," Khushi warned.

Arnav pouted with a frown and Khushi could only giggle. He sat down in front of her, still looking at the photograph. "Why did I have to miss this?"

"Because you had an important meeting."

"Meeting, shmeeting, who cares! I missed my kid sucking her thumb! Live!"

Khushi truly couldn't hold back her laugh. "Oh Arnav, stop being a baby."

"I want my baby," Arnav muttered with a pout.

Khushi cupped his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. "She'll be here soon."

"I know but- wait a minute... you said she."

Khushi just looked at him.

"What happened to him being a he?"

"Well you always say it's a girl, so I don't know, I just went with it."

Arnav looked at her carefully. "Did you find out the sex of the baby without me?"

Khushi shook her head. "No, I don't want to know until the little one comes into the world." This time Khushi looked at him carefully. "Do you know?"

Arnav tilted his head with a frown. "How on earth would I know?"

Khushi squinted her eyes.

"I don't know Khushi. ... do you?"

"No!"

Arnav looked back down at the photo. "So... not until delivery?"

"Not until delivery," she agreed.

Arnav nodded and sighed. "She's gotten much more bigger, hasn't she?"

Khushi nodded. "He has. ... I can't believe my seconds trimester is over and I'm entering my third."

Arnav nodded, still looking at the photo.

"It's all about get real now."

He looked at her with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that everything's going to change. For the past few months, he's been growing inside me and that's it. In a matter of weeks, he's going to be here, in the real world, in our arms. It's all about to get real."

"That is true...." Arnav sighed. "It won't just be the two of us anymore."

"No... but it'll be nice having him around."

Arnav nodded.

"I think it's time we started getting things for the baby. Clothes, strollers, diapers - stuff like that."

"Don't you worry about a thing, I've got a lot of it covered."

"Is the nursery almost complete?"

"Not yet, but don't worry, it'll be done in time."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Did you get a swing? I hope you got a swing because I want him to have a swing-"

"Babe, don't worry, I've got it under control."

"I hope so," Khushi muttered.

Arnav frowned and Khushi smiled innocently, making Arnav tease her and send the two into giggles. Everything was about to come together, and it was only a matter of time until their new guest arrived.

Chapter Six

After dinner was complete, Arnav led Khushi to the den. There was a bar and Arnav went to it to set himself up a drink. He had Khushi sit down on the sofa before the fire place, and Khushi huddled herself up, holding onto her legs tightly as she watched the fire burn.

Arnav held a glass out to her. "Drink?"

Khushi shook her head. "I never have."

Arnav placed it down on the table before them. "Good. Bad habit."

He sat down beside her and took a sip of his scotch on the rocks, while watching Khushi as she stared at the fire.

"What are you thinking," he asked.

"Happy birthday to me," she muttered absentmindedly.

Arnav took another sip. "Oh yes, I forgot. Happy birthday to you too, future wife."

Khushi's eyes shot up to his. "How did you know?"

Arnav draped his arm along the back of the sofa. "There's a lot of things I know about you, some things you don't even know about yourself, or probably don't remember."

"Like what?"

"Like your drunken father selling you for four million to Ichchha."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. Four million dollars?!

Even Khushi didn't know how much she was sold for.

"Yes I know these things really well, Ms. Gupta."

Once again Khushi was shocked. "No one has called me by my last name-"

"In ages, I know."

Khushi looked back at the fire. How does he know so much about me, she wondered.

"I always research into the people I'm interested in, making you one of them."

Khushi looked back up at him. "Why?"

Arnav leaned forward and squeezed her cheeks with one hand, causing Khushi to gasp, forcing her lips to part.

"I really don't like repeating myself Khushi. You'd do best to remember that," and he loosened his grip.

"But I'm so confused," she said softly, tears beginning to form. "Why would someone like you want me-?"

"Want you? Oh no my dear, I don't want you. I only want to make you my wife."

A tear escaped from Khushi's eyes, but before it went far, Arnav leaned forward and kissed it away, causing Khushi to gasp.

"Don't be afraid of my touch, future wife. It will be the only thing you ever feel."

Khushi looked up at him with fearful eyes. "You're drunk."

Arnav chuckled. "Hardly. And I'm not a lightweight future wife, and you'd do best than to try to insult me." He ran his thumb over Khushi's lips. "Hmm, another thing Ichchha was right about," he said, continuously running his thumb over it. "Soft and luscious."

Khushi gulped.

"Your lips are crying out to me to be kissed. Is that what you want?"

Khushi blinked at the man. She wanted many things, mostly to be wanted by a man. But would she ever receive it? She was doomed to be with this man.

"One of two things will happen: either you say yes and I kiss you, or you say no and I kiss and fuck you. Which will it be?"

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Three...."

Khushi couldn't believe it.

"Two...."

She was getting a countdown!

"One...."

"Yes," she finally said.

"Oh. I kind of wanted to get to zero," and he covered her lips with his.

Khushi stayed still as he kissed her, but there was something about it that seemed... special. It may have been the first time she was ever being kissed by a man, not to mention getting a kiss on her birthday, but besides that factor, it felt special. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, however her heart bloomed. Her heart was telling her this was right even though her mind was pulling down all the alarms. Unfortunately for it, her heart blocked out all the sirens and took over for her brain while it panicked.

Khushi began to kiss him back and Arnav groaned against her mouth. Khushi moaned and Arnav used that chance to let his tongue explore her mouth.

"So sweet," he whispered in between kisses. "So soft, so innocent."

Khushi moaned.

"Such a vixen," he growled, and then he pulled her over to straddle his lap.

Khushi moved as he guided her and continued to kiss Arnav. It just felt right and she couldn't help herself. Arnav held her around her waist and urged her closer to him. Khushi once again moaned into his mouth and Arnav deepened the kiss.

"I just might fuck you after all," he said when he pulled back for air.

Khushi looked at him with concern, her mouth parted.

"You are on birth control, aren't you," he asked, holding onto her hair behind her neck.

Khushi nodded. It was essential that she was.

"Pill?"

"Yes," Khushi said softly.

"And do you have them?"

Khushi's eyes widened and she pulled back. "I don't know."

Arnav sighed heavily and leaned back, crossing his arms. "Future wife, it is important that you take your birth control seriously."

"I do take it seriously and I've only started taking it! Besides, you're the one who just bought me and-"

Arnav moved forward in the blink of an eye and brought his face right in front of Khushi's. Her eyes widened as he gripped onto her neck firmly and held her in place, their noses only a hair-strand apart.

"Is that accusation I hear in your voice," he questioned, his voice low.

Khushi trembled. Not only did he sound menacing with his raspy voice, but he sounded sexy as well.

"Is it," he said through his teeth.

Khushi shook her head with a gulp.

Arnav gave a fake smile. "Well then..."

He stood up, holding Khushi in his arms, Khushi gripping onto him as her legs wounded around him.

"We have to go check and see."

Arnav began to walk towards the main hall and Khushi stared at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what he was doing. She noticed Arnav's men and blushed, looking down.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of an audience."

Khushi looked up at Arnav.

"You seemed fine when you performed tonight."

"That's different," she whispered.

"Not any different than this."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows as Arnav took her into her room. Arnav placed her on the bed and turned to Khushi's trunk.

"All your stuff is in that," he questioned.

Khushi nodded. "Yes."

He tilted his head. "Hmm. It's not much."

Arnav crouched down and opened it. Inside, he saw several clothes and boxes of jewelry. He searched around and found a small wooden box.

He pulled it out. "Is it in here?"

"It should be."

Arnav opened the box. There were some jewelry and underneath it, he found some pills.

"Good," he said, looking at them. "I don't want to delay anymore than I have."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Delay?"

Arnav turned back to her and tossed her the packet of pills. "Yes, delay. If you knew the location of your pills, then I could have fucked you down in the den instead of wasting time to find your pills."

"But-"

Arnav cocked up an eyebrow, daring her to continue, but Khushi looked down.

"Good, you learn quick. Now listen to me carefully. Tonight, we fuck, and by no means will you forget to take your pill tomorrow. What time do you take it?"

"One on the dot," Khushi whispered.

"Excellent. So in the morning, we are to be wed-"

"What," Khushi asked, her eyes shooting up to his.

"Future wife, don't interrupt me. Now, as I was saying, we are to wed tomorrow. Breakfast will be served at nine, and hopefully at 10, your fitting can be begin."

"M-my fitting?"

Arnav smirked lightly and moved to Khushi, cupping her face with one hand. "My dear, being my wife will have its many perks. Not only will you be fucked extremely well and will be sexually satisfied, but you will have the finest things that can be offered. I only want the best, and as you will be my wife, my wife shall have the best. Which means the finest lingerie, custom made, and only designed for you."

Khushi gulped. "B-but-"

"Hush," he said, placing his finger over her lips. "I look forward to spoiling you with those. After all I will be the one to peel them off and fuck you deliciously."

Khushi looked away.

"Anyways, as I was saying, you will be fitted, but not just for that, but for your bridal wear."

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes. "Bridal wear?"

"Well we are marrying tomorrow. I thought I made that clear," he said, looking side to side as if nothing were the matter.

Khushi looked at him in disbelief. "Why are you doing this?"

Arnav sighed and looked down. "It seems like you'll never stop asking that question, huh?"

Khushi just looked at him, her head slightly tilted.

Arnav sighed and pulled back, standing up. "Well, you're not going to know so oh well for you," he smiled over-sweetly. "Now come on, get up."

"Get up? Why?"

He tilted his head. "I'm going to have sex with my future wife. Of course I'm going to take her in my bed," he said, as if it were the obvious.

"What-?"

"Oh right, of course," he said, patting his head.

He swept down and picked Khushi up. Khushi's hand automatically reached out and grabbed his shirt as she looked at him.

"I can't wait to do this when you're in your bridal wear tomorrow," and he walked out of the room.

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.

Chapter Four

Khushi gaped at the man. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at him, then Ichchha Baai, then back at him.

Ichchha Baai smiled and she took a seat on the lounger behind her. "So, I have finally been graced with the presence of Arnav Singh Raizada in my brothel. How lucky am I," she smirked lightly.

Khushi moved towards her and stood behind her, holding onto the lounger.

"I wouldn't say it's luck," Arnav replied. "I am here to simply buy the girl."

Khushi's eyes flew up to his. He was very serious.

"To buy?" Ichchha Baai chuckled. "Raizada Saab, my girls aren't for sale."

Arnav opened the briefcase and held it out. "Not even for ten million?"

Khushi's eyes widened at the briefcase. There was nothing but bills upon bills in the case. Ichchha Baai leaned closer to get a better glimpse.

"There's five million in here and a check for five million in my pocket. However if a check is an issue, I have men standing by with the remaining five million by my car outside this brothel."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing and continued to stare at the man.

Ichchha Baai leaned back and draped her arm over the lounger. "And why should I let you buy my girls?"

"Wrong. Girl."

Ichchha Baai's eyebrows shot up. "Ten million for just one girl? Why is that," she smirked lightly.

"I have an interest."

Arnav looked at Khushi and Khushi froze. The feeling she had within her was now gone and she felt scared. She glanced down Ichchha Baai, who was now looking up at her.

Ichchha Baai held her hand out to Khushi. "Come around dear."

Khushi took her hand and came forward. She knelt down to the ground and looked down at the floor.

"If I'm not mistaken Raizada Saab, you wish to purchase my newest jewel for ten million? A girl who has never been touched by a man nor penetrated by one."

"Yes," Arnav simply replied, his face expressionless.

"And why is that?"

"That's for me to know," he said with full authority in his voice.

Ichchha Baai simply nodded and hummed. "But are my girls to your standards?"

Arnav opened his mouth, but Ichchha Baai cut him off.

"I've heard rumors about you Raizada Saab. While your brother comes here to my brothel to play with my girls, you toy with, as I heard, fancier types of girls. Girls who are much more modern rather than our traditional girls. What is it that now has you taking a liking for them?"

"As I have said woman, that is for me to know."

Ichchha Baai laughed, tossing her head back. "Oh Raizada Saab, you truly are something else, much different than your drunken brother."

"That I'm well aware of."

She smirked lightly. "Well, are you absolutely sure?"

Khushi looked up at her wide eyes. What?

"Yes," Arnav replied.

"Really? Take a good look." Ichchha Baai held Khushi's chin and had her look at Arnav. "Such fair skin as if the moon were shining down upon her. Such beautiful eyes that change with the color of her surroundings. Such luscious lips that beacon you to kiss them. And of course no man has penetrated her, simply the toys she loves to play with, as well as the girls that have trained with her. Are you sure you want her?"

"Yes. However if the money is not enough for you-"

"Oh no, it's more than enough. You may have her, though I do prefer all cash."

Khushi looked at Ichchha Baai with disbelief. She couldn't believe the woman she thought of as a mother was now selling her away to a rich stranger. As Ichchha Baai had her stand up, the world became numb to Khushi. She saw Ichchha Baai opening the doors and her two ladies-in-waiting turn to her. She saw Arnav hand Ichchha Baai the briefcase and her say saying something to her ladies as she handed one of them the case. The other came forward and took Khushi, while the other one left. Arnav and Ichchha Baai exchanged a few more words as she left the room.

Khushi didn't know what to think. Was this what her life would be? Just being sold away from one person to another? First her drunken father, which she no longer cared about, but Ichchha Baai? The one who helped raise her and become everything she is today? How could she do that to her?

Khushi looked around and saw some of the other girls. As she went downstairs, she saw Payal, Seema, and Sheetal huddled together, and when they saw Khushi, they looked at her in confusion.

"Where is she being taken," Sheetal wondered aloud.

They watched as Khushi was taken away and followed not far behind.

Khushi was taken outside where a bunch of men stood by three cars.

"Who came over tonight, and why is Khushi being taken to those cars," Payal questioned.

Khushi stood numbly as Ichchha Baai's woman held her by her arm. Pretty soon, Ichchha Baai, Rita Baai, and Ichchha Baai's other woman came down and the woman came forward with Khushi's belongings. Arnav came out and Payal, Seema, and Sheetal gawked at him.

"Is it really him," Seema questioned.

"Do my eyes deceive me," Payal gasped.

"It's really him. It's Raizada Saab," Sheetal gaped.

Arnav went towards his car and stood by it, holding his hands in front of him. Khushi still couldn't believe this was happening and looked at Ichchha Baai.

"A fair trade, please, Raizada Saab," Ichchha Bai said.

"Of course."

With a snap of his fingers, one of Arnav's men came forward and held out a briefcase. Arnav took it and stepped forward, and Ichchha Baai came forward, taking a hold of Khushi as she walked forward. Khushi looked at her in disbelief as they walked towards Arnav. When the two stood before each other, Arnav held out the briefcase.

"Count it all if you wish," he said.

"I've heard enough about you to know that Arnav Singh Raizada is no cheat. Here," she said, holding out Khushi's hand.

Khushi looked up at Arnav and as Ichchha Baai took the briefcase, he took hold of her.

In that second, Khushi's brain kicked into gear. "Malkeen, please, don't! Rita Baai!"

Rita held her hand to her chest as her tears flowed down her cheeks. She wanted to stop Arnav from taking Khushi, but no one would ever dare to go against Ichchha Baai's words.

Ichchha Baai waved her hand and the worker brought Khushi's belongings forward.

"All of her clothes and belongings are in here," Ichchha Baai confirmed.

Without a word, Arnav took Khushi towards the car, even though Khushi pulled and tried to free herself. She cried out to the others, but to no avail did anyone come forward. Arnav's workers came forward and took hold of Khushi. They took her to the car and seated her inside, Arnav going around and sitting down. His driver shut the door and all of Arnav's men went into their cars. Soon, they began to pull away.

Rita Baai watched as the man took away her Khushi. When the cars disappeared, Rita Baai looked down and cried. The other workers looked in shock, whispering to each other.

"Oh my gosh," Payal breathed.

"I can't believe she did that," Seema muttered.

"But why," Sheetal wondered.

Ichchha Baai turned back around and went towards Rita Baai. She placed her hand on Rita Baai's shoulder, and she looked up at her.

"Why did you give her away," Rita Baai said through her tears.

"Because we all must face our destiny someday."

With that, Ichchha Baai turned back towards her home and went inside. Rita Baai looked up to the heavens above and prayed for Khushi's well being.

Chapter Forty Eight

That night, both Arnav and Aryan didn't sleep in their rooms. Not once did they complain, although how could one complain if they refused to talk? Dinner was absolutely quiet, the ladies looking at their husbands, trying to figure out what was up. Once dinner was complete, the two men washed up and went to their individual rooms.

"This is odd," Khushi said.

"I really don't understand what they're up to, nor what their reasoning is for locking up those spare rooms."

"Wait, Ammu, you don't think they're...."

Shalini scrunched her eyebrows. "They're what?"

"Do you think they're making the babies' rooms?"

Shalini thought about it. "That would explain the teddy bears."

Khushi burst into a smile. "That's so sweet of them!"

"But why are they being so secretive," Shalini huffed.

"Hmm... that's a good question."

*~*

Later that night, Khushi was restless. She just couldn't fall asleep. So she got up and decided to head down to the kitchen and eat some cereal, since she was suddenly in the mood for it. As Khushi headed towards the stairs, she noticed Shalini walking down the end of the hall. Immediately, Khushi realize that she was going to where Aryan was sleeping.

Khushi headed down to the kitchen and when she entered, she saw Arnav sitting on the island, causing her to flinch.

Khushi held her chest. "You scared me."

Arnav simply gave a nod and continued eating his grilled cheese sandwich. Khushi picked up the smell of his sandwich and she walked towards it, as if it were curling its finger at here in a come-hither motion. Khushi stood in front of Arnav and eyed the other uneaten half of his grilled cheese. Arnav glanced down at the other half and then at her. It was clear from the look on her face that she wanted it, especially because she was slightly drooling.

"Arnav-"

"No."

Khushi's wide eyes shot up to his. "You would deny your pregnant wife of food?!"

Instead of answering her, Arnav got up, taking his plate with him. Khushi followed behind like a puppy eager for him to drop the sandwich.

Arnav opened up the fridge and handed her an apple.

"An apple? That's not filling!"

"It's healthy, eat it."

"A grilled cheese is healthy," she pouted with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest.

"There's a lot of butter in here, I don't want my kid to get fat."

Khushi scoffed. "He won't get fat from a little bit of butter."

"You've already had enough butter and oils today. No more."

"Arnav!"

"I said no."

"You're horrible!"

Arnav didn't say anything, so Khushi groaned and went to get the cinnamon toast crunch. She filled up her bowl with cereal and milk and grumpily ate. As she chewed grumpily, she stared down the back of Arnav's head, hoping she would somehow gain laser vision and would create a hole through his head, just to get the other half of the sandwich.

"Khushi stop it."

"I'm not doing anything," she said, still staring at him.

"I can feel it Khushi, stop."

Khushi huffed and dropped her spoon in the bowl with a clatter. "Good! Soon you'll feel a hole in your head too!"

Arnav turned to her, his expression reading really with humor. Khushi squinted and scrunched up her face, praying for laser vision to come to her now. Arnav could only chuckle and he finished the last bite of his sandwich. Khushi gasped dramatically and ran over to him, taking hold of his shirt into her fists.

"You ate it all,"she shrieked.

"Yes-"

"How could you?"

Khushi tried to pull his mouth open, tugging on his chin. Arnav was completely humored and continued to chew the last bite of the sandwich and gulped it down. Khushi stepped away with a gasp, her hand over her heart. She heard her stomach grumble and in a flash, her shock went away and was replaced with sorrow, Khushi beginning to cry.

"What the? Khushi-"

He had tried to reach out for her but Khushi pushed his hand away and continued to cry, wailing like a screaming banshee.

"Khushi, babe, please-"

Khushi wailed even louder, almost taking out Arnav's ears.

"Okay- okay! I'll make you another one, I'll make you another one!!"

Khushi hushed down a bit. "Really," she sniffled.  

"Yes, really."

Khushi sniffled and wiped away her tears with her sleeve and Arnav worked on making another grilled cheese sandwich. Khushi sat on the island and waited for her sandwich, bouncing like a little kid on the stool. Once the sandwich was prepped and given to her, Khushi dug in and Arnav watched his wife gulp down the entire sandwich and burp loudly like a fat truck driver. All she was missing was a cap and a beer in her hand, not to mention a gun.

Maybe the gun would be a bit too dangerous for her to handle... especially since she's pregnant, Arnav thought.

Khushi wiped off some cheese from the corner of her mouth. "What are you thinking about?"

Arnav shook his head and leaned over the island to wipe some crumbs off the tip of her nose. Khushi's eyes narrowed as he did and then she chuckled as he brushed it clean. Hearing her chuckle made Arnav smile softly. He rested his chin in his hand and watched her devour the sandwich. Even though she was getting crumbs all over her and cheese all over her face, he found her adorable more than anything.

Khushi paused on the finger she was licking clean. "What?"

Arnav shook his head again.

Khushi looked down and finished licking her finger clean. "You ignored me today," she said in a low voice.

Arnav straightened and tilted his head, crossing his arms. "I didn't ignore you."

"Y-yes you did."

"Khushi-"

Khushi's shoulder's began to quiver and Arnav knew she was about to start crying again. He went around the island and tugged at her chin, making her look at him.

"I didn't ignore you."

"Yes you did," she nearly whispered.

Arnav sighed and sat down in a stool beside her.

"You ignored me because you're mad at me because I agreed with Ammu and you and Papa avoided us all day because both of you were so mad at us that you're keeping secrets and-"

"Breathe Khushi, breathe."

Khushi's lower lip trembled and Arnav sighed. He stood up and Khushi's eyes shot up to his. Khushi reached out and grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave. But Arnav wasn't leaving, at least, not alone. He picked her up and carried her in his arms. He walked through the house and went upstairs, taking them to their room. Closing the door with his foot, Arnav went over to the bed and laid her down.

"Get some sleep," he said softly.

Arnav pulled back but Khushi quickly took hold of his hand. "Don't go."

Arnav smiled softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Pulling back the duvet, Arnav got in bed beside her and held her to him. Khushi buried her face into his chest and inhaled his scent. This was exactly what she needed - her husband, her love, right beside her. Her restlessness was gone and she could relax... somewhat.

Khushi still felt guilty for making Arnav feel the way he did earlier. She felt so guilty, that she started crying again.

Arnav pulled back slightly. "Khushi? Baby why are you crying," he asked softly.

Khushi sniffled. "Hormones."

Caressing her cheek, he made her look at him. "Just that?"

Khushi bit her quivering lip. "I'm sorry Arnav, I don't like it when you ignore me or are upset with me, I just don't," she cried.

"Hush," he soothed, pulling her back to him. "It was nothing Khushi, I wasn't mad at you nor ignoring you. Okay, yeah, maybe dad and I were upset a little bit in the beginning that you both felt that way, but we understand where you're coming from. In a way, you're right - you're carrying our baby and having so many struggles, and here we are, still normal."

Khushi sniffled.

"But I wasn't mad at you Khushi."

Khushi pulled back to look at him. "Then why didn't you open the door earlier to the baby's room?"

"Khushi, the fumes aren't good for you or our child, the room is a mess! I can't have you going in there."

"Really? You weren't ignoring me?"

Arnav sighed with a soft smile. "How could I keep myself away from you? When you tried to stay away from me, do you remember how hard it was? On me especially?"

Khushi remembered back to the old days when they were simply boyfriend and girlfriend. She remembered how hard she had tried to avoid him and how hard it was on the two of them.

"We've come a long way since then," Arnav said softly.

Khushi nodded and caressed his cheek.

Arnav placed his hand over Khushi's abdomen and kissed her forehead. "I love you Khushi, you know that, don't you?"

Khushi nodded. "I do," she whispered.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you Arnav - more than anything in the entire world."

Arnav smiled and kissed her forehead again. Moving down, he placed his head over her abdomen. "Hear that princess? Your mom loves me more than anything. I love her too more than anything as well. But once you get here, well, we'll have to see."

Khushi smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.

"And if you're not a princess but a prince, always remember that she loves me more than you."

"Arnav," Khushi chuckled.

Arnav held his hands up. "Hey, I'm innocent, I'm just saying the facts."

Khushi chuckled and got up, placing her hand over her abdomen. "I love you both equally, how about that?"

"No, you just said you love me more, no take backs."

Khushi frowned. "Things will change once he gets here."

"Well until then, I'm number one."

Khushi tossed her head back with laughter. "Oh Arnav. Okay fine, until then."

"And even after."

"Arnav!"

"What?"

Khushi was about to say something, when she paused then gasped. "Oh my gosh!"

Arnav's eyebrows met at the middle. "What's wrong?"

Khushi took his hand and placed it over her abdomen. "Did you feel that?"

"What-?" Arnav paused. "It... like a flutter...."

"That's our baby," Khushi grinned.

Arnav gasped. "No way." He put his ear against her tummy and felt the fluttering. "Whoa."

For the rest of the night, the couple spoke an marveled with their child, who even though wasn't out in the world yet, was already in their world.

While the young couple patched up in their own way, on the other side of the house, well, if Shalini wasn't pregnant all this time, she sure would be now.