Chapter Twenty One

With Arnav gone to work, Khushi began investigating. Dhruv and his toys were out in the backyard, having a swim and being reckless. At the sight of it, Khushi rolled her eyes and took this opportunity to search upstairs. Last night when Khushi had gone down to get some water after their round of activities, she had seen Dhruv take the girls to an empty bedroom, giving Khushi the assumption that the girls would be staying there.

Khushi went into the room and her assumption was right. Each of the girls' chests were there with all of their belongings. The large bed in the middle was a mess and Khushi was sure it wasn't because they had slept on it.

Three girls given one room to sleep in? Dhruv is in for a nightmare, Khushi thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

She just knew them too well.

Khushi looked into the three chests, hoping to find something that would explain why they were here. Unfortunately, there was nothing more than clothes, jewelry, and other personal belongings in there.

Fuck! 

She looked in the drawers of every furniture in the room, but she found nothing.

Damn it! Nothing to be found!

She began to chew on her nail.

What are they up to? Why the hell would Dhruv bring them here? And since when did Malkeen allow all these sales of her girls? We were the youngest there, and she got rid of all of us? None of this makes any sense.

Khushi headed out of the room and went downstairs.

If I couldn't find anything out in their room, I'm just gonna have to find out from them.

Heading towards the back, Khushi went out by the pool. She found them all by the edge of the pool, Dhruv sitting on the steps while the three girls took turns to suck him off. Unable to help herself, Khushi snorted and looked away with a smile. Given that she's seen her devar's so-called penis already, it was a wonder to her that he really needed the girls to make him cum.

"Humored?"

Khushi looked up at the sound of her devar's voice. He looked at her with a smirk, and hard as he tried, he was nothing like Arnav nor did his smirk do anything like Arnav's smirk did.

"Very," she responded. "Entertained, actually," she pointed at Sheetal's bobbing head.

Dhruv grinned roguishly. "You're more than welcome to join bhabi."

"Yeah, well, I'd rather barf," she mocked.

"Hey, whatever get's you horny, I'm with it," he said, throwing his arms out.

"Ugh," Khushi scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't make that face dear bhabi of mine, join us! Even if you don't wanna have fun with your devar, that's fine. Have fun with your friends at least."

Both Payal and Seema smirked at her and Khushi tried hard not to roll her eyes.

"Been there, done all three," Khushi frowned. "There's only one person I need and he is working hard right now, something you've never done a day in your life."

"What can I say? I got it easy," he smirked.

Khushi scoffed and smirked. "With a flimsy penis like that, of course you have it easy devarji."

Dhruv's eyes widened and he scowled. With a fake smile, Khushi turned on her heels and walked back into the house.

Annoying douchebag!

*~*

Although her plan to find out the reasoning to her former playmates' arrival had backfired, Khushi did not plan to give up anytime soon.

During lunch, Khushi tried hard to keep her food down when Dhruv decided to copy his step-brother once again and fucked Seema over the table. It was just absolutely disgusting to see and even more nauseating when Seema smirked at her and tried to make her jealous.

For the life of her, Khushi could not figure out why anyone would be jealous of her getting fucked by Dhruv. Besides, he was fucking the other two as well, so what was so special?

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Khushi stayed in Arnav's study. Unfortunately, Arnav had a last minute dinner meeting, so he would not be joining them for lunch, which saddened Khushi. However fortunately for Khushi, she was able to have her dinner in peace because the crazy rabbits decided to feast on each other instead.

Thank fucking goodness!

It was around ten when Arnav finally came home. Khushi went running over to him and Arnav swung her around as he kissed her.

"How was your meeting hubby," she grinned as he placed her down.

"A waste of my time," and he covered her lips with his.

Khushi immediately knew what his intentions were. "Did you eat," she said in between.

Arnav pulled back and frowned. "Dinner meeting Khushi. Dinner."

Khushi rolled her eyes and Arnav arched his eyebrow at her. But Khushi didn't care and kissed him again, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. She started retreating backwards and Arnav followed. He helped lead her into the den and was ready to drip her dress off, when the sounds of moaning filled the air.

"What the f-?"

Both Arnav and Khushi looked towards where the noise was coming from and found Dhruv and the girls in a human chain.

"Un-fucking-believable," Khushi scowled.

Khushi frowned as she watched Sheetal finger Seema, who was fingering Payal, who was sucking off Dhruv.

"Well this is an eyesore," Arnav frowned.

Dhruv looked up at them and grinned. "Hey you guys! Wanna join?"

Khushi forced herself not to gag while Arnav motioned a barfing effect.

"Never in an infinity years," Arnav said as he wrapped his arm around Khushi and turned them away.

The two of them walked out of the den and headed upstairs.

"Well that just killed my boner," Arnav frowned.

"Really? Seeing three girls getting it on didn't keep your cock up?"

Before Khushi could even realize it, she was pinned up against the wall by Arnav.

"The only things that makes my cock go up is my tease of a wife," Arnav said, his voice very low but turning Khushi on to the extreme.

"How am I a tease?"

"And there you go again with the questioning. No bueno."

Arnav picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder, erupting a squeal out of Khushi.

"Arnav!"

He walked into their bedroom and tossed Khushi down onto the bed, then pinned her down with his body.

"Arn-"

"What we just witnessed downstairs was nothing more than an eyesore, a bad porno. Of course my dick wouldn't stay up by the sight of that," he said as if it were the obvious.

"But-"

"But. Nothing," he glared.

Khushi sighed and relaxed. "I hate those whores."

"So do I. I see the way they look at you Khushi - I don't like it one bit."

Hearing the concern he had for her made Khushi's heart melt. "Really?"

Arnav frowned. "Duh," once again saying it like it was obvious.

It was typical-Arnav behavior, making Khushi smile. She reached up and caressed his cheek, toying with his scruffy beard. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Another question, but this one I'll let it pass, no," he frowned with a tilt of his head.

Khushi chuckled lightly. "I love you very much, my knight in shining armor."

"Your knight?"

"Mm hmm, my knight. Although you didn't take me away from the brothel with exactly good intentions and was rather rude with me, to put it in nice terms..."

Arnav frowned.

"...you still helped to escape from there. And for that reason, you will always be my knight."

Arnav pulled back slightly as he took in his words. Khushi could see the gears in his brain at work as he processed her words.

"I'm your knight huh... your. Knight," he said, as if he were testing the words. "Knight.... you think they have roll-playing costumes for that?"

Khushi gaped at him. "Arnav!"

She playfully hit his chest and Arnav grinned roguishly.

"It's not funny," Khushi pouted.

"But it's a fun idea," he noted.

Khushi scoffed and nudged him and the two began to go back and forth at each other. When the playful nudges turned into sensual touches and into deep thrusts was lost on them. But what they did know was that what they had between them was nothing and way better than the ridiculous orgy train down in the den.

Chapter Twenty

Khushi looked at Payal, Seema, and Sheetal in shock as she sat up and let Arnav move her into his lap.

"Well you three remember your old friend, don't you," Dhruv said casually.

Arnav arched his eyebrow. "Drunkie, care to explain who these ladies are."

"Of course Bhai," Dhruv mocked in sincerity. "They are your wife's old playmates - Payal, Seema, and Sheetal."

Arnav glanced at his wife and saw the shock on her face. He glanced at the three girls as well and could see the hate and spite they felt towards his wife.

That he would not stand.

"You see," Dhruv continued, "I thought about the way you bought Bhabi..."

Khushi looked down.

"...so I thought why not do it myself," he grinned.

This caught Khushi's attention, so she looked back up at him.

"But unlike you, I got three girls to play with."

Dhruv held his arms out and the girls placed themselves in his hold.

"So they're going to be living with us for now," Dhruv smirked.

"Is that so," Arnav said slowly.

He stood up, taking Khushi with him in his arms.

"And you can be responsible for these three... pets," Arnav scoffed.

"Don't you worry, the four of us will be just fine," he grinned at the girls.

They grinned back at him before throwing daggers back at Khushi.

"Now that'll be a miracle," Khushi muttered.

But everyone heard it and while Arnav chuckled, the others scowled.

"Why wifey, you're so cruel," Arnav teased.

"Why thank you hubby," Khushi winked.

Khushi tilted her head towards Arnav's and kissed him, Arnav kissing her back.

"Let's get you in bed wife," Arnav said lowly.

He walked towards the house, passing Dhruv and his new toys. Harsh as it was to say or think, it was a fact. He knew his stepbrother well, and he knew that there was a game behind this.

What it was, needed to be found out.

"Try not to get an STD," Arnav called out, and Khushi broke into laughter while his stepbrother and his girls scowled.

Heading upstairs to their room, Arnav placed Khushi down on their bed.

"You're so cruel hubby," Khushi grinned, biting her lip.

Arnav brought his face close to hers. "Why thank you wifey," and he kissed her.

"You're welcome hubby," she smiled when she pulled back. "I like calling you that. Hubby. Sounds so cute! Thank you for the nickname."

Arnav smirked playfully and entered her, earning a moan from Khushi. "Less talk, more fuck."

Khushi looked up at him with desire. "With pleasure."

*~*

The Raiazada couple cared very little about Dhruv and his new toys the rest of that night, only focusing on the other. However the next morning, they kept their guard on, staying alert.

Arnav and Khushi sat downstairs in the dining room, breakfast being served. They ate and waited for Dhruv to come downstairs, along with his playmates. Several minutes passed until finally the sound of laughter erupted. Both Arnav and Khushi looked at the entryway as Dhruv came in with the girls, all of them completely naked.

Arnav arched his eyebrow at his brother as they all sat and filled their plates. "And a late morning to you."

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry bhai, we had so much fun last night and fell asleep really late, right girls," Dhruv said.

Payal, Seema, and Sheetal grinned at him. Khushi rolled her eyes at the sight of it.

"Care to explain why I have to see that thing you think is a penis," Arnav asked.

Khushi snorted and scoffed, trying but failing to hide her grin. She looked at her husband, who had his chin in his fingers, and he grinned at her mischievously. Khushi shook her head at him and he winked, making Khushi grin hard. He turned his attention back to his step-brother, who was seething, and he noticed his play things looking down and trying hard to hide their smiles.

"Have some decency, you're gonna give Meghla a fright."

"Or anyone for that matter," Khushi scoffed below her breath, but her husband heard her and smirked at her.

"Why wifey, someone is being cruel this morning."

"Would you rather I be something else?"

"Towards the idiot, no. As for me..."

Arnav held his hand out to her and Khushi took it. From the corner of her eyes, Khushi saw the girls glaring at her. She knew they were jealous, it was just too obvious. But if they wanted to play a game by being here with Dhruv, then she would play as well. 

Khushi got up from her seat and went over to Arnav. She straddled him, caressing his cheeks, and gave him a kiss. The couple heard the others scoff but they could care less, especially Khushi. She undid and reached into Arnav's pants and caressed his length. 

Arnav pulled back. "Now wifey," he mocked. 

"I need you. Right now," she whispered while looking at his lips and stroking his length. 

"Well, can't say no to that," he shrugged, and he stood up with Khushi, pushed his breakfast aside and laid Khushi down on the table. 

 

The other four watched with wide eyes as Arnav pushed her slip up and ripped her panties off before burying himself within her. Both moaned in pleasure and Arnav thrust into her hard and quick. 

"Are you fucking kidding me," Dhruv exclaimed, but the couple could care less. 

Dhruv got up, his chair squealing back, and left the room. The girls got up as well and looked at Dhruv before looking back at Khushi. Khushi opened her eyes and arched her head back, looking at the girls. They glared at her but Khushi could care less. Instead she moaned and cried out in pleasure and Arnav began to pump into her faster. Hearing her pleasure made the girls mad and they left the room just right before the couple hit their high and collapsed. 

Arnav caressed her cheek and made her look at him. "Naughty wifey," he grinned devilishly. 

"More like playful, hubby."

Arnav smirked and kissed her, Khushi moaning around it. 

"Behave while I'm gone," Arnav said when he pulled back.

Khushi sat up, leaning back on her arms for support. "I'll be the one behaving. It's those four who won't be," she frowned. 

Arnav looked towards where those four had left and then at Khushi. "I don't like it one bit. What that dick is up to, however, I'm curious."

"Hmm.... Well, I'll keep an eye on them while you go to work."

Arnav arched his eyebrow. "Is wifey gonna be a spy," he teased. 

"Damn right!" She reached out and pulled Arnav between her legs. "I'm not gonna let those whores just march right into this house like it's the brothel."

"Ooh, why wifey, aren't you sexy by being overprotective," he chuckled. 

"Well I don't want my hubby looking at other naked women."

Arnav looked at her for a moment before entangling his fingers within her hair and giving it a tug, forcing Khushi's head back. He nuzzled her neck and Khushi shuddered. 

"So sexy," he murmured, sending sparks up Khushi's spine. 

"Arnav," Khushi gasped. 

"My eyes only focus on one woman, and one woman only." He tugged on her hair again and had her look at him. "And that's you Khushi."

Khushi looked into his eyes and smiled as she saw the love and appreciation. She caressed his cheeks and kissed him. "I love you," she murmured on his lips. 

"Likewise," he murmured back. 

Whatever it was that those four were up to, Khushi was determined to find out.

Chapter Nineteen

Dhruv Singh Raizada was in a very good mood today. He was getting his money as he should from his stepbrother, he had fucked his whores at Ichcha Baai's brothel the night before, and his bhabi's and stepbrother's relationship was going further downhill as the days passed.

He was ecstatic!

"Get me a mimosa," he directed to a worker.

The worker nodded and left to prepare Dhruv's drink. Dhruv leaned back in his chair and grinned, rather enjoying himself quite a bit this morning.

How I love it when things are bad for Bhai and perfect for me!

The workers came out from the kitchen, placing breakfast on the table, the worker with Dhruv's drink returning as well. Meghla noticed Dhruv's happy mood and was curious.

"You seem in a very good mood Dhruv Saab," Meghla noted as his mimosa was placed in front of him.

"That I very much am," he grinned, taking a sip of his mimosa.

"And may I ask why?"

"I-"

The sound of giggling interrupted him and everyone looked up to see Arnav entering the dining room with Khushi over his shoulder.

What in the world, Dhruv exclaimed in his head.

Arnav went over to their seats and spanked Khushi before placing her down. Dhruv stared in horror as his bhabi grinned back at her stepbrother.

"Behave wifey," Arnav smirked.

Khushi continued to grin as she sat down in her seat. Arnav sat down in his seat as well and looked at what was for breakfast while rubbing his hands, before he noticed his stepbrother.

"Drinking already Dhruv," Arnav flipped casually.

Dhruv didn't respond, his happiness now all dissolved away.

"You know what, I think I'll have one too. What about you wifey," he asked, turning to her.

"Just orange juice will be fine for me," Khushi smiled softly.

The couple began their breakfast and ate happily while Dhruv Singh Raizada scowled at the sight.

What the fuck! They've been ignoring each other for days! Weeks! And now they're all good all of a sudden? What fucking shit!

"Oh, Arnav, you got a little something there," Khushi said.

"Where?"

Khushi pursed her lips to hold back her smile as the dot of cool whip sat on Arnav's cheek - clearly he enjoyed the crepes quite a bit. She was about to point out to it, but instead decided not to. Instead she reached forward and licked it off. Dhruv's eyes widened at the sight and his grip tightened around his fork.

"Oh, naughty wifey," Arnav smirked.

Khushi smiled innocently and resumed eating her breakfast.

"That'll lose you points, I told you to behave," he admonished playfully.

"I can't help it if I'm happy," and she seductively wrapped her lips around her fork.

Khushi watched as Arnav eyed her actions, finding absolute joy from it.

"Okay, you just lost more points," he said, though more to her lips.

"Oh... however will I regain my points," she feigned mockingly.

Arnav met his eyes with hers and winked, earning a giggle from Khushi. All the while Dhruv watched in horror and disgust.

What the fuck?!!!

Dhruv erupted up from his seat, the chair moving back with a groan. Both Arnav and Khushi looked at him as anger began to take hold of him.

"Really? You're starting already," Arnav said with annoyance and boredom.

Dhruv groaned in frustration and walked out of the room with a huff.

Arnav shrugged his shoulders. "I guess he is."

"Forget him; Devarji is always acting up," Khushi sighed.

"That he does. Just like another person I know."

Khushi feigned innocence. "Like another person? Surely you're not talking about me."

Arnav leaned in closer, resting his arms on the table. "I surely am wifey," and he winked.

Khushi pouted. "Do you have to go to work today?"

"For the first time, I unfortunately have to. After all my idiotic stepbrother does nothing for a living so it's all up to me."

"He's an idiot," Khushi scowled.

"Another thing we agree on," and Khushi chuckled.

Khushi looked at Arnav for a moment, admiring him. "I love you."

Arnav met her eyes and Khushi could see a twinkle within his, something she had seen before but had never understood until last night.

"Likewise, wifey."

Khushi smiled and reached over to him and kissed him. "Try to come home early?"

"Will I get a prize if I do," he asked, his playful nature coming on display.

"Um... if there was, would you come home early?"

"Depends. What's the prize?"

A smirk crawled across Khushi's face and Arnav's eyebrow arched up in curiosity.

"Wifey... what are you up to?"

Khushi winked at him and got up. "I'm done. You should finish up, you don't want to be late to work."

Khushi headed to the entryway and then looked back at Arnav. He was leaning back in his chair with his chin in his hand, watching her. Khushi gave a little shake of her bum before leaving the room, leaving a smirking Arnav behind.

Khushi was heading to the ballroom when she saw Dhruv in the den from the corner of her eyes. Curious, she went to see what her idiotic devar was up to. She wasn't surprised to see him chugging down liquor from a tumbler, but it was always fun to tease him.

"Starting a little too early, are we," she asked, leaning against the entryway.

Dhruv's eyes met hers, his eyes fueled with anger.

"Tsk, tsk. That's too bad," she mocked, as if she were talking to a little baby.

Dhruv clenched his jaw and Khushi couldn't help her chuckle. She turned on her heels and headed out. 

"See you tomorrow when you're hungover," she called out.

Dhruv gripped onto bar, his grip very tight. "We'll just see how long you're smiling, Bhabi."

*~*

It was pretty late, and as usual, Dhruv was out fucking who knows which whore in who knows where. Arnav had tried to come home early, but a sudden video conference intruded on his plans, so he was going to be late as well. Khushi took this as an opportunity and sent all of the workers home. Knowing Dhruv, there was no way for him to intrude them during their, er, special time, so everything would be perfect.

Although, it wasn't like neither her nor Arnav cared.

Arnav had sent her a text that he was on his way home, so Khushi went out to the backyard. The backyard was massive, with the biggest pool Khushi had ever seen in her entire life. It looked really pretty under the star-filled sky and colorful lights which lit it. Discarding the black silk robe she wore, Khushi went into the pool. At first it was very cold, but after spending a moment in it, it wasn't so bad. She relaxed and floated on her back, her eyes shut as she enjoyed the night around her.

"Wet wifey..."

Khushi opened her eyes and looked at Arnav, who was standing at the end of the pool.

"I like," Arnav smirked.

Khushi held her hand out. "Won't you join me?"

Instead of responding, Arnav tugged on his tie. Khushi smiled as she watched Arnav rid of his clothes and remained in nothing but his naked form - his hard naked form.

"Someone must be throbbing," Khushi teased as Arnav joined her.

"At the sight of you? Always."

Khushi pursed her lips as joy filled her form. Arnav made his way to her and Khushi wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I missed you," she pouted.

"I got a little busy with work."

"But what about me," she whined.

Arnav pulled her body to his, Khushi gasping at the feel of his erection. "Don't be a little brat wifey," he admonished.

"But I want you," she said innocently.

"That much I can tell," he smirked, bringing his hand up to her breast and kneading it.

Khushi moaned, bowing her head.

"I think its time we regain some of those points you lost," he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

Khushi moaned in agreement and the two made their way out of the pool. Arnav swept Khushi up over his shoulder and Khushi shrieked with laughter. His hand met her bum, silencing her laughter, replacing it with a moan. Arnav made his way to the gazebo and placed Khushi down on the cot, Khushi grinning up at him.

"Um, I don't think Raizada Saab will be okay with me laying wet on this thing," Khushi teased.

Arnav arched his eyebrow. "Is that so," he smirked, moving over her.

"Mm hmm," Khushi nodded. "He's kind of a hard-ass," Khushi pouted.

"Really?"

Arnav took her nipple into his mouth and Khushi hummed.

"Yes," Khushi moaned.

Arnav smirked around her, tracing his hand up along her leg. Khushi felt tingles run down her spine and she shuddered.

"Arnav," she moaned.

Arnav gazed down at her, watching her chest rise and fall. He brought his hand around and ran his fingers through her cleft, making Khushi moan.

"You're soaking wet, wifey," he said with appreciation.

Khushi moaned, arching her body up into his hand.

"Question is... which hole should I fill?"

Khushi opened her eyes and looked up at Arnav.

He brought his fingers to her lips and traced them. "Should I fill this one?"

Khushi licked his fingers and sucked on them, looking up at him innocently. Arnav's jaw slacked as he watched her lips, feeling his cock harden even more.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and brought it back to her womanhood. "Should I fill this one instead?"

He inserted two fingers inside of her and she instantly clenched his fingers with a moan.

"Greedy little wife," and he curved his fingers, hitting that sweet spot.

Khushi's body arched off the cot as she moaned. "Please," she begged.

But Arnav removed his fingers and Khushi mewled.

"Hush it wifey, no one likes likes a brat," he admonished.

Khushi mewled once more and Arnav gave her the eyes.

"Maybe I should fill this hole instead," he said, his finger hovering over her anus.

Khushi's eyes widened with a gasp.

"Tell me, Khushi, have you ever filled this hole?"

Khushi slowly nodded.

"With a dildo."

It wasn't a question, but like a habit, Khushi answered anyways. "Yes," she breathed.

"And I'm sure your friends were a part of this."

"Yes."

"Kinky."

Without warning, Arnav turned Khushi over and spanked her, Khushi moaning and gripping onto the sheets beneath her. She felt his fingers slide through her womanhood, using her own juices to lubricate her opening.

Khushi moaned. "I want you Arnav."

"What's that? I didn't hear you," and his hand met her bum with a smack.

Khushi cried out with a moan, arching her back. "Arnav!"

His hand landed with another smack and Khushi moaned, burying her face into the sheets. Arnav's other hand dug into her hair and pulled her head back, Arnav nibbling on her ear lobe.

"Oh fuck, please," Khushi moaned.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific wifey," and Khushi moaned.

She met her eyes with his. "I want your cock," she said innocently.

"Where?"

"In my ass."

"Correct answer," he grinned devilishly.

He released his hold on her hair and placed his length at her opening. With a slow thrust, Arnav entered her, Khushi moaning and gripping into the sheets beneath her.

"Holy fuck!"

Arnav stilled over her, clenching his eyes shut. "Fuck," he gasped.

"Please," Khushi moaned.

Regaining his breath, Arnav pulled back and slowly thrust back in. He kept his rhythm steady and slow, enjoying the pleasure both received. Arnav supported himself with one arm while his other hand went around her and teased her clit.

"You like that wifey," he asked, his voice hoarse. "You like the way I fuck your pretty ass," and he spanked her.

Khushi let outback cry of pleasure and moaned as his hand resumed to pleasure that small sensory of nerves. "Fuck!"

"Wrong answer wifey," he sing-songed.

Arnav pulled out from her and Khushi cried at the loss. He turned her over and thrust back into her, moving over her and hovering over.

"You like my cock in your ass, wifey?"

Khushi nodded like there was no tomorrow. "Yes," she cried out as he thrust into her faster. "Fuck, Arnav!"

"Are to going to cum," he smirked.

"Please!"

His hand went back to her clit, pleasuring her. "Good wifey. Cum for me wifey, cum for your hubby."

Khushi's back began to arch up as pleasure began to overtake her. The world around her was disappearing, pleasure being the only thing too exist. She could hear nothing else but her own cries and Arnav's harsh breathing.

She couldn't even hear her devar coming to the backyard with a some guests.

"...and this is the backyard-"

"Holy fuck Arnav, I'm going to cum!"

Four pairs of eyes turned to the gazebo as Arnav pumped into Khushi and pleasured her, both ready for their release.

"Arnav!"

"That's it wifey, cum for me."

His words were her undoing and Khushi came with a cry, her body arching off of the cot. Arnav found his release and he pumped into her with a roar, releasing his seeds within her. Both breathed heavily as they came down from their high, gazing into each others eyes.

"I love you," Khushi sighed.

"Likewise, wifey," Arnav grinned.

He covered her lips with his when gasps filled the air. Both Arnav and Khushi looked up and Khushi felt her eyes ready to pop out.

"What the hell are you whores doing here," Khushi exclaimed.

She couldn't figure out for the life of her what Payal, Seema, and Sheetal were doing here. 

Chapter Eighteen

Things had changed in Raizada mansion. Once filled with teasing and moaning, was now filled with moping and quietness. Arnav wouldn't touch Khushi and Khushi quite preferred it that way. Having her heart broken, she really wouldn't be able to stand it if he had touched her.

They all sat quietly at the table for dinner, Arnav at the head of the table, Khushi sitting beside him, and Dhruv at the other end of the table as always. The wedded couple ate quietly while the younger Raizada merely observed. He had noticed this new distance that had been created between the two and it was wedging them apart. Originally he had a plan to use Khushi's old playmates to do something, but seeing that the two had done it themselves, he didn't need them... for now.

With dinner complete, Arnav and Khushi got up to go their own way. Khushi watched as Arnav left to his study and her shoulders sagged.

He won't even look at me.

It hurt Khushi even more that he would ignore her - more than the fact that he didn't love her. Khushi made her way to leave, when she heard Dhruv tsking. She stood under the entryway of the dining room and Dhruv joined her, standing on the other side and leaning against it.

 

"Trouble in paradise, I see," he smirked.

 

Khushi rolled her eyes and went to leave.

 

"It's such a shame, really," Khushi heard him say, and she paused.

 

"The way you look at him and the way he ignored you... too bad," he fake-sympathized.

Khushi's head whipped around and she glared at him. Dhruv simply smirked at her and feeling annoyed by just his presence, Khushi stomped away.

 

Annoying little fucker!

 

*~*

As usual, Arnav was at the office, Dhruv was getting drunk somewhere, and Khushi was at home. Even though there were many workers wandering through the mansion and a guard standing here and there, Khushi felt extremely lonely. Khushi didn't really feel like doing much, so for the majority of the day, she read in bed and took a nap.

I love you.

Khushi woke up with a start, her eye springing open.

Arnav?

She sat up and looked around the room, but there was no one there. The room was dark but the beady red light from the alarm clock told her it was past 8.

He's not home yet?

Khushi was now curious. Arnav should have been home a couple of hours ago, yet he wasn't. Yet her heart told her that he was, and that he was at one point, in this room. But it made no sense to Khushi, so she ignored it and decided to see for herself if Arnav had returned. So she quickly washed up and headed downstairs, finding no one, not even a guard.

What in the world?

Meghla came walking into the room, drying her hand over her little apron. "Ah, you're awake! I didn't know if you didn't want to be disturbed, so I didn't wake you."

Khushi smiled at the woman lightly. Although she had no idea of how a mother should be, Meghla was a mother figure to her. "Where are all of the guards?"

"Arnav had them all leave. He just came home and dismissed them for the night. Everyone actually, except for me."

Her eyebrow automatically arched. He dismissed everyone?

"I don't know why, but he did," she said, as if she had heard Khushi's thought.

Khushi nodded, dismissing her.

Why would Arnav just send them all away? Is something wrong? But where is he?

Deciding to get to the bottom of this, Khushi went to look for him. She went to his study, but Arnav wasn't there. She checked the billiard's room too, but Arnav wasn't there either.

Great, where do I find him in a huge house such as this?

Khushi thought of looking from room to room, any room she thought he might be in. She checked several bedrooms, even the room that was hers for one night, but he was nowhere to be found. She continued her search, when she arrived to a room with the door locked. Khushi turned and shook the doorknob several time, but to no avail did the door open. For some reason, Khushi felt a strange vibe, and she looked at the door oddly.

What's behind this door?

Giving the knob one last rattle, Khushi walked away, glancing back at the door one last time. She made her way downstairs and glanced from left to right. 

Which way should I go now?

Deciding to go right, Khushi searched through the house. Something in her heart told her that Arnav was around, so she was positive she was going the right way. Suddenly the sound of a piano filled the air, catching Khushi's ears. The tune sounded quite familiar but Khushi was curious as to where it was coming from. She followed the tune down the hall and arrived to the ballroom. It had been a while since Khushi had come in here, not feeling much of her artistic mood to dance nor sing. 

In the far corner of the room sat a grand piano. Khushi had never seen it be used, thinking of it to be used as just a piece to decorate the room. But now seeing it used and hearing it's keys in the air, Khushi knew it was more. 

Especially seeing Arnav sitting behind it, singing. 

His eyes were shut as his fingers moved on their own, as if he had it all memorized. Khushi was marveled not only by that, but by his beautiful voice. 

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

Wow... he sounds amazing. The way he carries out those notes... beautiful. 

Khushi found her feet silently carrying her towards Arnav. She looked at him with a daze, mesmerized by this man who clearly had many talents - a business man who was the mightiest in their land, is also talented at the piano and has a magnificent voice, as well as an expert lover. 

Lover?

My head's under water

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you, oh oh

Khushi leaned beside one of the large windows and crossed her arms. Hearing his voice relaxed her, so she shut her eyes and listened, drowning out everything else around her. 

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you, oh oh

Khushi's eyes drifted open. She watched him for a moment, Arnav's eyes still shut as he lost himself to the music. 

He seems as if he's singing with all of his passion, his soul... his heart. 

Khushi thought about it for a moment. 

Could this be why he sent everyone away? So that no one would end up hearing him sing? But Meghla- then again she's been here a long time, she's like a maternal figure to him. 

She observed him as words poured out of his mouth in their lovely tune. 

But of all songs to sing, why this one? Is it supposed to mean something? Or am I just thinking way too into it? 

But her heart told her otherwise, that she wasn't thinking too into it. Her mind told it that it was crazy, but her heart could care less. Feeling sanity ready to lose itself, Khushi silenced the two and moved behind Arnav. She simply stood there, listening to him end the song. Several moments passed, when Arnav's voice filled the room once more. 

"How long have you been here," he asked softly. 

"Long enough," she replied, her tone matching his. 

Arnav simply hummed lightly in acknowledgement. Not once did he turn to her and Khushi merely observed him. His fingers hovered over the keys, now and then his fingertips slightly brushing along them. Khushi could feel an energy coming off of him, as if he were battling himself. It bothered her, especially after seeing how at peace he was just moments ago. So she moved towards him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Khushi looked down at his bowed head; she didn't know what to say nor if she should say something. 

Seconds passed, when Arnav finally sighed and picked his head back up and leaned it against Khushi. His eyes were shut and Khushi remained silent. 

"This is probably the most couple-thing we have ever done," Arnav sighed, his eyes remaining shut. 

Khushi hummed in response, smiling lightly at the thought of it. Arnav didn't say anything else and curiosity began to get the better of Khushi. 

"Arnav... of all songs to sing... why did you choose this one?"

"Because I like it."

"Oh."

Khushi looked away to the side. The slight bit of hope she had within her, hard as she didn't want to feel it, had been crumbled. 

Arnav placed his hands over Khushi's arms, causing her to look back at him. He didn't say a word and simply sighed, his eyes still closed. 

"Arnav?"

"Hmm."

"Did you send everyone home so that they wouldn't hear you sing?"

"Hmm."

"Oh."

Khushi pursed her lips. As per usual, she never got any answers properly. Disappointed, she tried to pull back, but Arnav's grip tightened. 

"Oh no you don't," he said softly. 

Khushi looked at him with surprise. 

"I haven't touched you in ages. Now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go."

Khushi felt her heart thud and she gulped. 

"So you're staying right here missy."

Khushi couldn't help her small smile. His playful nature was making its appearance and she quite loved it. 

I love you.

Khushi gasped inwardly. "Arnav?"

"Hmm."

"Um... did you come up to our room? While I was asleep, that is."

Arnav opened his eyes and looked at her. "You're asking quite a number of questions, aren't ya!"

Khushi frowned; his sarcastic nature was back. But Arnav ignored her and shut his eyes again. 

"What's behind the locked door," she asked. 

Arnav's eyes reopened immediately. He was giving her the eyes, but Khushi ignored it. 

"When I was looking for you, I came across the room. What's behind it?"

He gave her a little more of the eyes before closing them again. This irritated Khushi - a lot.

"Oh, so you won't tell me," Khushi scowled. "Looks like I'll have to wait for Dhruv to pick this lock before I find out about the truth again."

Arnav opened his eyes and glared at her but Khushi could care less. She tried to pry her arms free, but Arnav's grip was too tight. 

"Let me go."

"I highly doubt it."

His grip tightened, but he made sure that he wasn't hurting her. 

"Let me go Arnav."

Arnav stood up, keeping his hold on her arms. He freed himself for a moment and turned to face her, while Khushi continued to glare at him.  

"No," he finally said. 

Khushi let out a heavy sigh, exhaling hard. Arnav stepped towards her and Khushi stepped back in surprise, her eyes widening slightly. 

"Became a tad sassy, have you."

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

"Oh, I'd beg to differ."

Arnav stepped forward and Khushi stepped back. Her eyes never left his as he approached her and she tried to move away. 

Wait, why am I backing away-?!

Khushi's back met the wall, causing her to gasp. Arnav moved in front of her, leaving her very little space, has arm entrapping her along with his body. Khushi began to feel overwhelmed by her emotions. A part of her was awakening from its slumber, her libido to be more precise. It stretched and purred, and slowly became aware of their situation. Another part of her was glaring at Arnav with her arms crossed, tapping her foot profusely. Her heart was simply gazing at him in adoration. 

All in all, Khushi was confused. 

"It has been a moment," Arnav muttered softly. 

Khushi tilted her head in confusion. There was just something about the way he had said it that poked her. But she had to agree - it had been quite some time since they had been close, since they had been really close. And with each passing second, Khushi felt her desires increasing. 

But he doesn't love me, her brain cried. 

Then we'll make him love me, her heart argued. 

Before Khushi could even realize what she was doing, she took a fistful of Arnav's shirt and pulled him down to her, smacking her lips onto his with a moan. Arnav was shocked by her actions, but only for a second before his own brain kicked into gear, as well as his heart. 

Khushi trailed her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, urging him closer to her, standing on her tiptoes. To make it easier for her, Arnav picked her up and Khushi's legs automatically wrapped around him. Releasing her lips, Arnav trailed to her neck and Khushi turned her head away, giving him more access. 

"You're mine now," she heard him growl. 

Before Khushi could open her mouth, Arnav pulled them away from the wall and headed out of the room. He took them upstairs to their room, all the while kissing her, and placed her down on their bed. Khushi's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Arnav's shirt and once all of them had been released, Arnav pulled back. 

"You're not going anywhere tonight wifey," he announced, removing his shirt. 

"I don't want to," Khushi breathed, her chest rising and falling. 

Arnav smirked, tossing his shirt aside. He picked Khushi up so that she was sitting up. Khushi looked up at him as he reached down for her nightgown. She lifted herself slightly so he could pull it up from beneath her and held her arms up to let him remove it. Once he tossed it aside, Khushi placed her hands on his chiseled chest. They wandered across, tracing it. 

"You're beautiful," she said softly. 

Arnav arched his eyebrow. "Beautiful?"

Khushi could hear the teasing in his voice but she ignored it. "Beautiful... handsome...." She looked up at him. "Lovely."

"Lovely?"

Khushi nodded. "Lovely."

Arnav simply looked at her. He looked deep into her eyes and could see the love she felt for him. It was as clear as daylight how this woman felt for him. In that moment, he wanted to share with Khushi that he felt the same way for her as well. However, given the past, Arnav simply could not voice it. 

No, that you can't Raizada... but you can show her. 

Without another thought, Arnav cupped Khushi's cheek into his hand and kissed her softly. Khushi found this to be slightly strange but she said nothing and instead got lost into his kiss. She once again felt the sheets against her back and after that was a blissful blur. It was nothing like anything Khushi had ever experienced before. What they had done was different - soft, slow... loving. 

Khushi looked up at Arnav, resting her chin on his chest. Arnav's eyes were shut as he focused on steadying his breath. 

Do it Khushi. Just do it!

"Arnav?"

Arnav opened his eyes and gazed down at her. "Hmm?"

Khushi pursed her lips and glanced down at his chest. "Um... well... I... I... well, um... well-"

Khushi looked up at him and was shocked to see him waiting patiently. Knowing him, she expected him to interrupt her the second she began stumbling. Yet there he laid. Quiet and waiting. 

Why?

Because he loves you, her heart chanted. 

Khushi's brain was stunned. /What nonsense!

No, not nonsense - fact. You can see it in his face. 

Khushi blinked. Only now did she realize that there was something different about Arnav. He wasn't his usual self at all! He was still waiting for her to say what she had to say... which was actually quite strange, coming from Arnav Singh Raizada. 

See? Told you he loves you, her heart smirked. 

Oh my- does be really? Could he really...?

Khushi pushed herself up and moved over Arnav, straddling him. Her eyes stayed on him as she tried to figure him out and hoped that her heart wasn't wrong. 

"You're staring wife."

Khushi pursed her lips. He hadn't said it rudely, but she was still confused. 

"What do you have to say wifey," he asked, his hands moving to her waist. 

Khushi sighed at his touch and placed her hands over his. Whether he loves me or not, I should tell him. At least he'll know how I feel and my chest will feel lighter. 

"Arnav I... I... well I... I-"

Arnav sat up, bringing his face close to hers. Khushi's eyes slightly widened as she looked at him and as he gazed at her. 

"Khushi, I know what you're trying to say," he said softly. 

Khushi's eyebrows automatically met in the middle. "Really?"

Arnav arched his eyebrow. "What did I say about questioning me," he frowned. 

Khushi ignore him. "You know?"

"Yes Khushi, I do," he replied, surprising Khushi when his voice wasn't filled with irritation. 

"Oh.... And...?"

Arnav looked at her for a moment. Khushi didn't remove her eyes off of him, waiting anxiously for him to say something. Then he finally broke their contact and looked down, his thumbs tracing small circles on her flesh. 

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell you those words, Khushi."

Khushi's lips parted as pain began to ebb in her heart and tears threatened to form. He really doesn't love me. 

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that... I mean the feelings mutual..."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. 

"...I just probably won't be able to say it."

Now Khushi was confused. 

"You have to understand by now wifey that I'm not exactly the most emotional person. I don't know how to exactly connect the words to them." He looked up at her. "But what what can tell you is that the feeling is mutual."

"So... you love me," see asked, hope very much evident in her voice. 

Arnav nodded. Tears began to form in Khushi's eyes as happiness filled her heart. A smile spread across her face and she cupped Arnav's face in her hands and kissed him with all of her love. 

"I love you," she whispered. 

"Likewise," he smiled softly. 

Khushi couldn't help her grin. Arnav may have not been able to say the words she wanted to hear but it was okay - what was most important was that he felt it.

Chapter Seventeen

"Oh my gosh, what a night!"

"Seriously," Payal agreed with Sheetal.

Payal, Seema, and Sheetal entered Sheetal's room and Sheetal plopped back onto her bed.

"It's nights like these that always makes everyone go insane," she sighed.

"Ditto," Payal said, plopping down beside her.

"Though I'd say it's different types of insanity for everyone," Seema smirked as she sat down in front of Sheetal's vanity.

Both Sheetal and Payal picked themselves up and leaned on their elbows.

"How so," Payal asked.

"Well there's those stupid teenagers going crazy, hanging their cocks out at the sight of any girl, so that's one type of insanity," Sheetal said.

"And the girls who are older than us are putting their claws on those guys, feeling the urge to feel young again. They go insane whenever young customers come," Seema said.

"Well they're not that young, they're legally adults," Payal said.

"Eighteen years old, so what?! They're still like fucking teenagers."

"Amen to that," Sheetal muttered.

"While nights like these do get crazy thanks to those youngsters, it sucks for us," Seema frowned.

"I think the older girls will highly disagree," she said, noticing one of the older girls taking a customer with her from her window.

Seema snorted. "Please, they're just desperate to feel like our age again. They know they're losing their touch."

"Seriously," Payal frowned. "And they're nothing like us. Some of them still don't even know how to handle a cock, forget a pussy."

"Didn't one girl say she didn't want female customers," Sheetal asked

"Yeah, and Malkeen got super pissed," Seema said.

"Oh damn."

"Well forget her," Payal exclaimed. "Almost all of the older girls, if not all, are getting action tonight. I want some too," she pouted.

"Would you like an 18 year old to shove his cock in you," Seema asked arching her eyebrow.

"No fucking way! They hardly have any experience."

"Yet the older girls love them," Sheetal chuckled. "But then again they feel like they're giving those young ones a lesson."

"Who fucking cares," Payal frowned. "I need attention.

"I bet you do," Sheetal smirked before kissing her softly.

"Don't tease me," Payal frowned.

"Oh? But it's always so fun to do so," Seema said, walking over to them.

Payal scowled at her as Seema took off her clothes. "It most certainly is no fun, not to me."

"Oh? Is that so," Sheetal teased, getting up and moving behind Seema.

Sheetal took off her clothes and reached around Seema, cupping her breasts and kneading them while she pressed her beasts against Seema's back.

Payal shot up and crossed her arms. "Hey! I said I was the one who needed attention."

Both Seema and Sheetal chuckled while Payal frowned. Before the girl could say another word, both Seema and Sheetal removed her clothes off of her body, covering her lips with theirs. Once her clothes were off, they pushed her back and Payal landed on the bed.

"You're in desperate need of attention," Sheetal teased, running her finger through Payal's wet folds.

Payal moaned as Seema crawled over the bed. "Very desperate," she teased, and took Payal's nipple in her mouth.

"Mm, you guys are the worst," Payal panted.

Both Seema and Sheetal smirked at each other. Moving over her, Seema sat on Payal's face, feeling her tongue teasing her. Payal moaned into her as Sheetal placed her mouth on Payal, pleasuring her. Seema writhed, kneading Payal's breasts. Payal moaned into Seema, causing her to sway her hips urgently. She grasped onto her waist to still her, while waving her own hips against Sheetal's mouth.
Running her tongue through her wet folds one more time, Sheetal let go of her and moved up. She moved her leg and placed her pussy on Payal's, and began to gyrate her hips. She reached out to Seema and placed her lips over hers, circling her tongue and taking over her mouth. Seema moaned into her mouth and Sheetal moaned as well, shaking her hips urgently against Payal.

Beneath them, they heard Payal squeal. They knew that she was close, so Sheetal moved her hips faster, Seema grabbing Sheetal's waist and urging her forward. Payal moaned and mewled against Seema, unable to take it. Seema gyrated her hips as well, making Payal moan even more. Within seconds, she came apart, crying into Seema's pussy.

Seema moved off of her and kissed her, Payal still coming down from her high. Sheetal slowed her movement and took Payal's nipple in her mouth, teasing and licking it. Payal pulled away from Seema and took Sheetal's lips in her own, nibbling on her lower lip. She turned them over and climbed over her, sitting on her face. Sheetal moaned into her as she licked her, tasting her release. Seema moved between Sheetal's legs and placed her mouth on her, stilling her when she swayed her hips.

Payal squeezed her breasts and kneaded them as she swayed her hips, enjoying Sheetal's tongue. Sheetal moaned as Seema inserted her finger within her. When she curved her finger and hit that sweet spot, Sheetal cried out but it was muffled by Payal. Payal began to sway her hips faster, ready for another release. Sheetal was ready for her release as well and in an instant, both hit their high together.

Moving off of her, Sheetal breathed heavily as Payal went to Seema and kissed her. With her breath back, Sheetal moved to Seema and took her nipple in her mouth, teasing her. Keeping her distracted with her kiss, Payal entered her finger within Seema's folds. She let out a cry, which was muffled by Payal's lips. Sheetal straddled Seema and began to gyrate her hips on her, earning her another moan from Seema's mouth as she took her other breast into her mouth, Payal having moved to her neck.
Seema was close, and her grunts and cries were proof of it. Sheetal moved her hugs quicker and Payal fingered her faster, curving it to hit that sweet spot in a matter of seconds, Seema came with a cry, which were instantly muffled by Sheetal's lips.

Breathless, Seema let go and landed flat on her back, Payal laying down beside her, Sheetal sprawled over her.

"Well that was fantastic," Payal grinned.

The other girls chuckled as well and reached over to kiss her.

"Mmm, you know what's strange?"

Both Seema and Sheetal looked at her curiously.

"Normally at events like these, Dhruv Saab shows up. Why didn't he this time? Especially after his last visit?"

The two thought about it, finding it strange as well that Dhruv wasn't here.

"Maybe he's plotting," Seema said, running her fingers through Sheetal's hair.

"Do you really think so," Sheetal asked.

Seema nodded. "After what he said last time, I have a feeling he is."

"But will he actually go through with it," Payal asked. "We all know very well that Dhruv Saab doesn't exactly do much."

"That is true," Sheetal agreed.

"True, but I have a feeling he's up to something," Seema said. "Now what exactly it is, is the question."



This was probably one of the most hardest chapters I have ever written lol definitely different, yet hard
I don't know how you guys took it, but let me know in the comments below

Chapter Sixty Two

After a hard day of work, Arnav was grateful to be home. It was rather quiet, but only because his parents had gone out, taking Ahana with them. They had asked to take Aarav as well, but Arnav and Khushi had thought it would better for it to be just them, plus Khushi could use Aarav's company.

Arnav was still mad at Khushi for what she had said to him back in the hospital. He was mainly upset that she had thought of him to be as such and didn't understand how much he loved her with all his heart. Normally after they fought, it wouldn't take too long for them to patch up. But this time was different, this time Arnav had been truly hurt.

Arnav made his way to their room and found Khushi alone, laying in bed, reading. Normally he would find Aarav beside her, sleeping, but Aarav was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Aarav?"

Khushi looked up from her book and took in Arnav, looking absolutely handsome in his navy blue suit, white shirt, and black tie. "His room," she said softly.

Arnav arched his eyebrow in confusion.

"Well he's getting older so... I thought it would be best to start shifting him there. He can't sleep in between us forever."

Arnav nodded in understanding before turning to leave the room. "You know what's best," and he left.

Khushi reached her arm out to call out to him, but he left before she could. She let out a sigh and turned to the baby monitor beside her, sitting on the night stand. She saw Arnav enter the room and loom over Aarav's crib.

"Hey little man," he whispered.

Aarav's chest slowly rose and fell as he breathed, his little hands formed into fists by his head. Arnav bent forward and placed a kiss on Aarav's forehead, then left the room. Moments later, Arnav came back into their room and Khushi looked up at him. She watched him as he took off his jacket and went into their closet. Moments later he came out with a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

When the door clicked shut, Khushi sighed and laid back in bed. This was how it usually went between them, hardly any words exchanged unless necessary. She absolutely hated it!

Should I do what Lavanya suggested? It wouldn't hurt to try....

Khushi put her book aside and got up. She went into the bathroom and found Arnav in the shower. The sound of water pouring filled up the room, making it easy for Khushi to slip out of her clothes and join him quietly.

Arnav was lost in thought, his eyes shut and his hand on the wall. He was suddenly taken away from them when he felt his wife wrap her arms beneath his, holding onto his shoulders as she buried her face in his back. Arnav placed his hands over Khushi's to free himself and turn to her, but her grip tightened.

"I'm sorry," Khushi whispered.

Arnav could feel her warm tears on his back, unlike the cool water that cascaded down both of them. Arnav once again tried to free himself, but Khushi refused.

"I'm so sorry Arnav," she cried. "I never should have said such hurtful things. I wasn't thinking clearly when I said that, I was just too sprung up by my emotions. The last thing I could remember then was what the doctor had said and what I had asked of you, so I reacted that way even though I shouldn't have. I'm really sorry, I know how much you love me, I do, I never should have said any of that!"

Her grip on him tightened as she cried even harder. Arnav didn't say anything and simply looked down at the floor. Moments passed and neither said a word, Khushi sniffling and resting her head against his back. When Arnav felt her grip loosen on him, he removed her hands from his shoulders. Khushi looked at him with wide eyes as she felt her heart crack. He didn't say a word and continued to face his back towards her. Khushi felt even more hurt by that and more tears poured.

He's really that mad at me....

Khushi slowly stepped back from him, watching him. He didn't make any attempt to turn and look at her, and that hurt Khushi even more. So without another word, Khushi got out of the shower and walked back to their room, not caring that she was pouring wet.

He's that angry with me? Did my words really hurt him so much? So much that he wouldn't even turn to look at me? ...he hates me. I hurt him so much that he now hates me!

Tears streamed down Khushi's cheeks as she shuddered and cried, her head bowed. Suddenly she was whipped around and Khushi looked up into Arnav's anger-filled eyes.

"Arnav-"

But she was cut off immediately as he covered her lips with his. Khushi let out a moan and felt him walk them back. When she felt the bed behind her, Arnav let go and turned her around, bringing her back to his chest.

"Bend over," he said, his voice hoarse.

Khushi shuddered and did as he said, supporting herself on her arms. She watched from the corner of her eyes as Arnav grabbed some pillows and placed them under her tummy - not that she needed it, but it was most welcome. Arnav ran his fingers through her wet folds and Khushi shuddered. Without a word, he entered her, causing Khushi to gasp.

The intrusion was most welcome and she absolutely loved it! During her first pregnancy, they had kept sexual activity to an absolute minimum, Arnav very worried about the baby and paranoid the baby would know what they were doing. Now, the second time around, with absolute knowledge from the first pregnancy, Arnav knew better. And with each measured, slow and delicious thrust, Khushi moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

Though the plan was to apologize and seduce him in the shower, this was so much better. Arnav was never demanding during sex, always being the loving man that he is. But right now, the way he had demanded her to bend over had turned her on to the extreme. Maybe it was the hormones or maybe it wasn't - all she knew was that she absolutely loved it.

Arnav brought his hand to her clitoris and Khushi moaned, tossing her head back. She met his thrusts with her own and she was on the brink of an orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," Khushi chanted.

"Oh no you don't," and Arnav pulled out.

Khushi cried out at the loss, arching her back.

Arnav bent over her and nipped her ear. "Turn around."

With a shudder, Khushi turned to her back. Arnav placed the pillows beneath her lower back, arching her up. Again without another word, Arnav entered her, Khushi arching her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, Arnav holding onto them as he thrust into her. They were well measured strokes, doing things to her Khushi didn't think was possible, especially at this rate. And once again, it didn't take long for her to start reaching her high.

"Arnav," she whimpered.

But instead of hitting that peak, Arnav pulled out. Khushi mewled at the loss, tossing her head back. She felt Arnav pick her up and when she opened her eyes, she found herself straddling Arnav. She was surprised at their position, but she quickly shoved it away and placed his length inside her. Khushi felt absolutely wonderful, placing one hand on his chest, while the other went into her wet hair. She rode him at the pace she wanted, enjoying every delicious thrust he gave from beneath. This time when she was hitting her peak, Arnav made no attempt to stop her. And when she hit that high note, she felt Arnav tense and thrust into her, releasing his seeds within her.

Arnav picked her up, pulling out of her. He dragged himself up and Khushi wrapped her arms around him tightly, refusing to let go.

"I-"

Arnav hushed her and Khushi looked down, pursing her lips. He stood them both up and Khushi let him take them back into the shower. The coolness of the water felt really good to Khushi, especially after their heated activity. Khushi watched as Arnav picked up her shampoo and squeezed some into his hands. He worked her head, massaging her scalp. Khushi shut her eyes and hummed, relaxing to his touch. He washed her hair and did the same with her body, cleaning her up with her body wash. Khushi watched Arnav as he cleaned her up, before working on himself. When he went get his body wash, Khushi stopped him. Instead, she took it and squeezed some into a bath sponge, then worked across his body. She felt his eyes on her, even as she bent to her knees and worked on his legs. She noticed his length getting hard and she looked up at him. Neither said a word as they searched each others eyes. Khushi couldn't discover much, however, past his steely eyes. So she did what she wanted and took his length in her hands. Arnav hissed at her touch, but Khushi focused on his length. She worked him up with her hands, her hands sliding over the soap. Arnav's hands made their way to her hair, caressing it. He stepped forward slightly, coming back under the cascading water and washing away the soap suds. Khushi continued to work her hands along his length, moving up and down along it, twisting them. As the soap beneath her hands wash away and Arnav was getting closer and closer, Khushi replaced her hands with her mouth.

"Shit," Arnav cried out.

Feeling him swell and pulsate in her mouth, Khushi knew he was almost there. So she brought her hands back where her mouth couldn't reach and worked his length. She looked up at him as his hooded eyes looked down at her, swirling her tongue around his swelling head. In a matter of seconds, Arnav came apart and Khushi felt his hot and creamy cum invade her mouth. She didn't take her mouth off of him, milking him until she got every last drop. When she finally did, Khushi looked up at Arnav. He quickly bent down and hooked his hands under her arms and brought her mouth to his.

"You really do get brave when you're pregnant," he whispered, placing his forehead against hers.

Khushi hummed, shutting her eyes. Neither said nothing for a moment, letting the water cool them.

"I'm really sorry Arnav," Khushi whispered. "I never should have said such things."

Arnav pulled back and looked at her.

"I blamed you for being selfish but... I'm the selfish one."

Arnav's eyebrows met in the middle.

"After all these years of my life, I finally got what I wanted - love, family, to be wanted and essential to someone. And after everything you said to Divya I... I was satisfied with the fact of my life ending because I had gotten what I wanted." Tears pooled into her eyes. "I didn't even stop to think how me leaving this world would hurt you."

"Damn right," he gritted out.

Khushi looked up at Arnav and he caressed her cheeks in his hands.

"How could you even think that? Do you think I could live without you, Khushi? Huh? How could you think that was ever possible?"

Khushi's tears came free as she held onto his hands.

"I love you baby, oh so very much! We all love you and we could never lose you. I need you, Aarav needs you - did you even think how that poor boy would have felt, losing his mother?"

Realization hit Khushi and she gasped.

"Khushi, I know better than anyone what it's like to lose your mother. Even though I got mine back, Aarav wouldn't have. On top of that, he would have lost you way earlier than I had lost my mother. If me losing my mother affected me so much, what do you think it would have done to Aarav?"

The thought of it hurt Khushi and she cried. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a horrible mother and a horrible wife!"

Arnav brought her to his chest and rested his cheek on her head. "Hush... it's okay baby," he said softly. "What's done is done. All that matters now is that both of you are safe and sound, nothing else."

Khushi looked up at him. "Do you forgive me?"

Arnav looked into her eyes. "Your words hurt me a lot Khushi, but I understand now where they came from. I love you Khushi, more than anyone and anything in the world."

Khushi sniffled. "Even if we have a baby girl?"

"Even if we have a baby girl," he chuckled lightly.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, Arnav turned the water off and wrapped them up in towels. He blow dried her hair for her, not wanting her to get sick. He put her in her fluffy white robe and put her in bed to get some rest.

"Stay with me," Khushi whispered.

Arnav nodded and laid down beside her, pulling her into his chest. "Sweet dreams baby."

"Hmm... don't ever let me go."

"Never baby. Never."

Chapter Sixty One

The sound of a steady beep echoed in the room, pulling Khushi away from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and was struck by light, forcing her to shut them immediately. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open and became aware of the white hospital room.

I'm alive?

Khushi glanced around, when she noticed Arnav sleeping on the couch on the other side of the room.

He didn't do it.

As if he had heard her thoughts, Arnav's eyes shot open. He blinked a few times and groaned, before opening them and meeting Khushi's eyes. "Khushi."

Khushi instantly looked away, feeling hot tears stream down her cheeks. Arnav got up and went to her side, placing his hand in her hair. "Baby-"

"How could you," Khushi cried. "How could you? After I asked you to-"

Khushi broke into tears, paining Arnav.

"Khushi-"

Khushi faced him. "How could you be so selfish," she whispered. "How could you steal one's life away?"

"I-"

"You're so selfish. I thought the man I loved would do the right thing.... You are not the man I fell in love with and you most definitely do not truly love me," and she turned away again, crying.

Just then, the door opened, Dr. Fields entered.

"I'm glad you're awake Khushi," she smiled softly. "My colleague, well... she still can't believe it."

Khushi looked at the doctor in confusion as she checked her charts then turned to a monitor.

"Now then, let's check on the little one."

Now Khushi was truly confused. "What?"

"The baby of course. Although both of you are miraculously okay..."

Khushi glanced at Arnav, who was looking at Dr, Fields, and looked back at the doctor.

"...we still want to keep you under our watch, especially the baby. Now let's take a good look."

Khushi just looked at Dr. Fields in confusion as the good doctor prepared for the ultrasound. She registered the cold feel of the jelly, but her eyes stayed fixed on her. Dr. Fields checked the monitor, locating the baby, while Arnav watched.

"And there's the little one."

Khushi looked at the screen and gasped. Her child was truly there.

"Judging by the size, your baby is at least 8 weeks." She looked back at Khushi. "You're still in the first trimester and even if luck was by your side during this critical event, you must take good care of yourself. With a husband and family like yours, I'm sure you'll be fine, but still, as your doctor, I must repeat myself."

"Don't worry Dr. Fields," Arnav said, his arms crossed. "We'll take extra good care of my kidney bean."

"Almost the size of a grape," Dr. Fields smiled. "I'll leave you two to it then. Khushi, get a lot of rest, okay? I'll have letter sent home with a date and time of your next appointment."

"Thank you Dr. Fields."

"Not a problem." She made her way to Arnav and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I may be watching out for the little one and its mother, but you are the true protector."

Khushi looked at them in confusion.

"If it weren't for you faith and strong belief, who knows, we probably wouldn't have ever seen such a miracle. But the love you have for your wife and your unborn child shows how much even modern science can't do." She turned to Khushi. "You're really lucky to have a man such as Arnav who loves you oh so very much."

A lump grew in Khushi's throat as tears once again threatened to fall. The doctor left, leaving the two in the room. Khushi still couldn't believe it - her child was alive! They were both okay, and she had accused Arnav so wrongly.

"Arnav-"

Arnav grabbed his jacket from the couch and went to the door. "I'm getting a bite to eat."

"Arnav-" but he left the room.

Shalini instantly came walking in, looking confused as she watched her son's retreating back before entering the room. "Khushi dear, how are you feeling?"

"Like an absolute bitch," she cried.

"Oh, sweetie, what happened?"

Khushi told Shalini of what had happened while tears poured down her cheeks. Shalini sat down beside her, taking her hand in hers.

"I was so awful to him!"

"Oh sweetheart, you didn't know. It was just your motherly instincts reacting-"

"That doesn't excuse me of accusing him of not truly loving me."

Shalini sighed and placed her hand in Khushi's hair. "He loves you a lot. He loves you both very much. So much, he prayed and begged to DM."

Khushi's eyes widened. "He did what?"

Shalini told him of what had happened earlier and Khushi was shocked. It made her feel even guiltier of what she had said to him, making her cry even more.

"He'll never forgive me," Khushi whispered.

"Of course he'll forgive you, he can't live without you!"

Khushi sniffled wiping away her tears.

"Trust me, I know my son. He may be stubborn like his father-"

Khushi frowned at her.

"Okay," she chuckled. "He may be stubborn like both his father and I, but he'll come around."

"Are you sure," she whispered.

"Positive. Now, get some rest. I had Aryan go out and get you some food and not this crap they serve here in the hospital. Don't worry, we've asked the doctors and they've given the go. Now quickly get better, there's a little man waiting for you, who happens to be driving his Akash Chacha and Payal Chachi crazy with his tears."

Khushi nodded and Shalini placed a kiss on her forehead. She left the room and Khushi stared up at the ceiling.

I am a horrible person.

*~*

When the doctors deemed it right, Khushi was sent home. She was so happy to see Aarav and the little guy was very happy to see his mother. Khushi stayed in bed all day, getting her rest. She wouldn't let Aarav out of her sight, keeping him with her. Shalini and Aryan took good care of her. Arnav did as well, but he was cool and distant.

A little more than a month passed and the young Raizada ladies decided to get together, all of them hanging out at NK's house.

"You're still pregnant," Payal questioned.

"You're still not," Seema huffed.

"Well we are trying."

"Well here's some advice - don't. I don't know how much longer I can tolerate being pregnant!"

"How far are you again," Khushi asked.

"Well after that pregnancy test came out full bust when we told you guys back during your anniversary, we tried again and became really pregnant. I have to admit, that was quite embarrassing. But thanks to this bump, I know for sure I'm really 9 months pregnant."

"Then it's only a matter of time," Khushi smiled. 

"How are you feeling," Payal asked her.

"We're doing okay," Khushi said, placing her hand over her stomach. "Now that I'm in my second trimester, I feel slightly better."

"Is Bhai still mad at you," Lavanya asked softly. 

Khushi looked down at her folded hands and nodded. 

"I'm sorry my brothers are such idiots."

"Don't be. It's my fault really."

Everyone reached out and held her hand. 

"I was so mean to him," Khushi whispered. "He should never forgive me."

"Don't say that," Seema said softly. 

"Bhai loves you," Payal cajoled. 

"Then why won't he talk to me unless necessary. Or look at me?"

None of the ladies said anything. 

"I don't know how to make it up to him," she whispered. 

"I'm sure he knows you love him and that you know he loves you with all of your heart," Payal said. 

"Doubt it," Khushi whispered. 

"Well... why not show him then," Seema said. 

Khushi looked at her in confusion. 

"Remember, men always best understand love and show love through sex. Get a little naughty with him."

"Gross," Lavanya said, mocking distaste. 

"You know, that just might work," Payal agreed. 

"You really think so," Khushi asked. 

"Absolutely," Payal and Seema said together. 

"I can't believe I'm saying this - gross! - but yes," Lavanya said. "And I just might have an idea how."

"Tell me," and Lavanya told Khushi of her plan. 

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Of course, just have some faith."

Khushi nodded and leaned back in her chair with a sigh. I really hope this does.

Chapter Sixty

When Khushi opened her eyes, light invaded her sight. She tried adjusting to the light as her hearing began to clear, the sound of static going away. She heard both Arnav and Aryan calling out her name and that was when she finally looked at them. Before she could say a word to Arnav, she was taken away from them, the two being prevented from joining her.

Seeing the lights and people around her, Khushi realized she was in the hospital. Barely anything registered afterwards, the doctors doing whatever they needed to. When things began to clear for her, she saw Arnav bent over her, running his hand through her hair.

"Arnav," she weakly whispered.

Tears escaped and flowed down Arnav's cheeks, and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Mr. Raizada?"

Both turned their attention to the doctor and Arnav placed another kiss on Khushi's forehead before joining the doctor. They stepped to the side and that made Khushi curious.

"I'm afraid the condition is quite critical," the doctor began. "I'm afraid it's either the mother or neither can survive, not both."

Both Arnav's and Khushi's eyes widened.

"We can try to save the child, but it won't do good for Mrs, Raizada and it may end her life. The situation is critical - you must decide what to do," and she left the room.

A sob escaped from Khushi's lips and Arnav quickly dashed to her side. He held her tightly in his arms as both cried.

"Khushi-"

"Save her."

Arnav pulled back and looked at her in shock. "What?"

"Save her, Arnav. Please, you have to save her."

"What-? No! No, I will not risk losing you Khushi-"

"You have to save her Arnav. She deserves her chance at life-"

"Not by losing you. Khushi she needs you, Aarav needs you, everyone needs you," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I need you."

Khushi shut her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You can't leave me," he whispered.

Khushi opened her eyes and looked into his. Memories since the first day they had met flashed in her mind. For every moment, she was grateful for and she mentally thanked divine above for all of them.

"Save her Arnav," she whispered. "Or I'll never forgive you."

Arnav's eyes widened as his jaw slacked. "Khushi," he breathed.

"Save her so I can die in peace."

Arnav recoiled at her words, stepping back as he looked at her in horror. Khushi turned her face the other away as tears continued to pour down her cheeks. Arnav was stunned by her words, his mind no longer working. He found his legs walking him out of the room, his parents spotting him immediately.

"Chote? Chote how is she? How is the baby," Shalini cried.

But Arnav didn't answer and his legs continued to walk him away.

"Save her Arnav, or I'll never forgive you."

Arnav felt his heart constrict as he continued to walk down the hall.

"Save her so I can die in peace."

Arnav shut his eyes as his jaw and fists clenched. I can't let you go Khushi. I can't.

Arnav stopped and he opened his eyes to find himself among a few others, praying to DM. He was shocked that he had absentmindedly brought himself here - he, a man who had no faith.

"For years I didn't believe in you. Ammu would teach me that you were the answer to all prayers, and when I asked you for my mother's happiness, you did nothing but give her torture. You took her away from me and I stopped believing in you."

Behind Arnav stood Aryan and Shalini, both with tears in their eyes.

"You broke my faith, you broke my belief in you. Then many years later my wife managed to bring it back, bringing back my mother. I thought it was one of your miracles Ammu would always speak about, that Khushi was that miracle. For a long time I couldn't believe it, until it happened before my eyes. Khushi was my miracle from you and she started to help me in believing in you once more.

"Then why? Why after all she's done, after you brought her into my life, are you trying to take her away from me? What did she ever do that was wrong? All she ever wanted was love and a family, and you punish her," he yelled.

Shalini placed her hand over her mouth to stop a sob and Aryan held her.

"The one who deserves to be punished is simply locked up in a cell, breathing just fine! The one who did all the wrong deeds is doing absolutely just fine! Why?! Why is my Khushi being punished for nothing, why?! Why is my son being punished and losing his mother?! Why is my unborn child being punished when she hasn't even been able to take a single breath?! WHY?!!!"

Arnav's legs gave away beneath him and he fell to his knees. Shalini quickly ran over to him and cupped his face in her hands, but Arnav hid his face behind his hands as he cried.

"Chote please-"

"Why is she doing this to Khushi," he asked, looking at her. "What did Khushi ever do? She did nothing wrong! Why should she be punished? Why should Aarav be punished, my unborn child be punished? Why should I-?"

Arnav's eyes widened and Shalini looked at him with concern as she wiped his tears away.

"It's all my fault... isn't it," he whispered.

"Chote-"

"It's my fault. My lack of faith is what's killing my wife, what's killing my child, what's ridding my son of his mother."

"No Chote-"

"It is! It's my fault they're dying! I killed them-"

Shalini's hand made its way across Arnav's cheek, Arnav stunned by her action, even Aryan. This was the first time Shalini had ever struck Arnav. "Now you listen to me, and you listen to me very carefully, Arnav - you did not kill them. Both are alive and both Khushi and your baby will live, and Aarav will have his mother. You are not responsible for any of this, Divya is. Your disbelief did not kill anyone because you do believe, you do have faith. If you didn't have faith, why would you come here? Why would you come to DM? It's because deep down, you do believe."

Arnav simply looked at his mother.

"You and I will stay right here, even your father, and pray for their well being, for both. Khushi and my grandchild will come out of this just fine, I promise you that."

Aryan came forward and placed his hand on Arnav's shoulder. "And the one who deserves to get punished, will get what they deserve."

Arnav nodded and Shalini took his hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Mr. Raizada?"

The three Raizada's looked up at the doctor. Arnav wiped his tears away and stood up, making his way to the doctor.

"Have you decided?"

Arnav looked back at his parents, at DM, and then to the doctor. "Both will live."

"Mr. Raizada-"

"Both will live. I have absolute faith both will live."

"It's nice to hear that you believe as such, Mr. Raizada, however the condition-"

"Doesn't matter. Both will live."

The doctor nodded with a sigh and looked down. "We'll do our best. But in case something goes wrong-"

"Both. Will. Live."

The doctor nodded and walked away, heading back to Khushi to prepare with the team. Shalini came to Arnav's side and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I know she won't forgive me for my decision, but I don't care. I need her more than anyone."

Arnav turned back to DM and put his hands together, shutting his eyes. Save them.