Chapter Nine

Khushi awoke as the sun lit up the room. She slowly got up and the sound of her clinking jewelry helped her to come out of her sleepy state. When she noted the jewelry she was still wearing, she looked to her right and found Arnav asleep beside her.

He... I can't believe he's my husband.

Memories of the night before flashed in her mind and she found herself blushing. She didn't understand why, as this wasn't their first night together, but still, it felt different.

Stop it Khushi, you know the type of man he is. Besides, he bought you, don't you forget that.

Yet, as she looked down at Arnav, she couldn't help herself. She placed her hand through his hair and slowly ran her fingers through it.

No matter what the situation is, he's still my husband. And my values on that will never change.

Ever since she was young, Khushi always believed that marriage was something sacred and no matter what circumstances she would marry in, or who she married, she would still do her right of a good wife.

But something about Arnav struck out to her. Yes he could be, well, an asshole at moments, but there was something about him - something she still didn't quite understand yet - which struck out to her. She only wished she knew what it was.

"Mm, who knew marriage would be one of my best decisions yet."

Khushi gasped and paused and Arnav blinked his eyes open.

"Oh don't stop on my account, wifey. Continue," and he shut his eyes.

At first Khushi didn't move, but when he glared at her, she resumed her motions.

"Ah... now that's more like it."

No one said anything for a moment, Khushi doing as she was told.

"Tell me wife, are you sore?"

Khushi's lips parted as she blushed. Again. She just couldn't understand why she was behaving this way. "Slightly," she confessed.

How could she not be after the countless fucks and orgasms she had?

Arnav blinked up at her. "Well that just won't do. There's so much more to do."

Khushi looked at him in confusion as he slowly got up. He splayed his hand over her stomach, forcing Khushi to lie flat on her back. He moved between her legs and split them apart, causing Khushi to gasp and sway her hips.

"Oh, someone's greedy," Arnav smirked.

Khushi brought her finger to her mouth.

"Kinky.... Well you're lucky that I am famished after the night we had. Now, for breakfast."

Arnav latched his mouth to her pussy and Khushi moaned, tossing her head back. Arnav smirked against her and watched as she moaned and tossed her head in pleasure. He groaned against her and she ground her hips against his face. Her fingers went entangling into his hair as she continued to sway her hips against him. Arnav growled and gripped her waist tightly, stilling her. Khushi moaned, ready for her release. She tried hard to pry away, but Arnav wasn't letting her go. In a matter of seconds, Khushi cried out and tried to pry away from Arnav's expert tongue as waves of pleasure rode through her, but Arnav kept his grip on her, sucking and licking away her juices.

Her body landed with a thud and she breathed heavily. Arnav lifted himself up and Khushi saw how his face had gone red due to her movements.

"A very good morning to you too, wifey," and he got up.

Khushi still left like mush, and sighed. She couldn't believe the mass amount of pleasure he could make her feel. Placing her hand through her hair, she took a deep breath and got up. She reached out to her dupatta, which laid half on the bed and half on the floor at the corner. She placed it around her and slowly stood up. Immediately she felt the soreness between her legs and tried to resist it.

She walked over to the vanity and looked at herself. Something about her was different, and it wasn't because of the numerous hickeys all over her body. She couldn't exactly figure out what it was, but she felt it, and that wasn't the soreness.

Pushing it out of mind, Khushi began to remove her jewelry. Each time she removed a piece, she remembered the night before - how they clinked with each move, with each thrust. Blush instantly filled her cheeks and she paused.

What's happening to me?

"Need help?"

Khushi gasped and looked up at the mirror. She saw Arnav looking at her and approach her. Khushi looked down as he got closer to her, fidgeting with her hands. She felt him before he reached her and had to force back her moan when he touched her waist. She felt him unhook the waistlet and placed it on the vanity. He brought her hair to the front and Khushi looked up through the mirror as Arnav removed her necklaces. When he unclasped it, Khushi placed them down on the vanity.

"Thank you," Khushi nearly whispered.

Arnav looked at her through the mirror and Khushi held her breath. She couldn't remove her eyes off of him, even though she mentally urged herself to do so.

Why can't I stop looking at him?

"Come," he said, and walked away.

Khushi turned around and silently followed behind him. She followed him into the bathroom and she couldn't help but to admire the black marble that covered the room. Almost everything was black marble, from the counters to the floor. Arnav led her to the tub, which was already filled. He turned to her and removed her dupatta, and just as he was about to drop it to the floor, Khushi stopped him.

"Please, don't drop it."

Arnav looked to the side. "Why not?"

"Because it's special."

Arnav's eyebrows met in the middle. "Special?"

"It's a part of my bridal wear, of course it's special," she said softly.

"Huh." Arnav looked down at the dupatta in his hands and then at her. "If you say so," he shrugged, and walked over to large wardrobes that went within the wall. He folded it up and placed it inside one before going back to her.

He held his hand out to her and Khushi glanced at it before taking it. She went up the two short steps before getting into the tub. The water was slightly a bit too warm, but she knew this would help dull the ache between her thighs. Arnav joined in behind her and once he sat down, Khushi did as well, placing herself between his legs. She wasn't sure of she should lean back against him, but when he tugged her back against him, her confusion ended.

Neither spoke a word and just soaked in the water. Eventually Arnav began to run a sponge over her, cleaning her up. Khushi sighed, unable to hold it back.

"Wifey likes being treated to luxury."

Khushi rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at him.

"Tell me, has anyone ever taken care of you like this?"

Khushi nodded.

"Who?"

"Rita Baai."

Arnav's hand paused and he looked at her. "Who?"

Khushi forced herself from smiling at Arnav's funny expression. "Rita Baai. She would take care of me and the others."

"Others?"

"Payal, Seema, and Sheetal."

Arnav resumed his work. "So she would bathe you?"

"Now and then. We have this really big tub, almost half the size of a pool, where we would all bathe together."

"Uh huh... and she would take care of all of you?"

"When we were younger, always. But as we got older, she would just do it for old times sake or so that we wouldn't fool around when we were needed."

"Fool around?"

"Sometimes the girls can get... well...."

Arnav understood immediately and a devilish smirk grew on his face. "Oh? Did my wifey get naughty with the other girls," he teased.

Khushi blushed and she cursed herself for doing so. "Yes," she whispered.

"Oh really?"

Arnav put the sponge aside and Khushi felt his hand move to her body and travel down. "What would you do?"

"W-well... they w-would mostly do it to me."

"Is that so?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly as his hand slowly went lower. "They would do it to tease me because I wasn't allowed to service like they could."

"And what would they do to you, wife?"

"Uh, well... Seema would mess with me the most. Even Payal and Sheetal would do it. "

"Like?"

Khushi felt his fingers slide between her folds and she pursed her lips. "They would do this."

"Do what?"

Khushi began to breathe heavily. "Play with my pussy."

Arnav used his other hand to move her hair aside and exposed her neck to him. "And?"

"T-they would come at me together. So they would hold my hands back, kiss me, and penetrate me."

"Like this," and he entered a finger.

Khushi moaned and arched her back. Arnav held her feet down with his and took hold of her arms in front of her. Khushi leaned back on his shoulder and looked up at him as he continued to fuck her with his finger. Arnav looked down at her and saw the lust in her eyes. He kissed her and Khushi moaned, wanting to reach up and kiss him. Unfortunately his grip was tight, and she couldn't.

Taking out his finger, Arnav replaced it with two and curved them to hit that sweet spot. Khushi cried out and tried to pull back, but Arnav caught hold of her lower lip, biting it. Khushi moaned and swayed her hips, ready for her release. In a matter of moments, Khushi came, crying out. Arnav removed his fingers and wrapped his arms around her, kissing and nibbling her neck as she sagged against him, trying to catch her breath.

"From now on, you'll be getting a lot better than what you got back there."

Khushi blinked up at him. That was a promise that she knew he was going to keep.

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Wrapped in a towel, Khushi looked at Arnav, who had had a towel wrapped around his waist. She had let him take care of her, and truth be told, she liked it. She didn't understand why he was doing it, but she liked it.

He's so confusing.

Arnav moved over to the wardrobes and while he rummaged through it, Khushi simply stood there, enjoying the fluffy white carpet at her feet; it was very soft. Arnav pulled out his own clothes and turned to her with a shirt in hand.

"Wear this," and he handed it to her.

Khushi looked at it in confusion. "But my clothes-"

His steely eye met hers and she looked down. Without a word, Khushi dropped her towel to the floor and wore Arnav's shirt.

"You can dry your hair over there," he pointed.

Khushi nodded and walked over to the basin. There was a blow dryer and she picked it up and used it. A few minutes later, her hair was good and dry. Arnav came behind her and she looked at him through the mirror. He was working on his hair and Khushi simply watched him. For a moment, she desired to touch his hair.

"Haven't had enough?"

Khushi snapped out of her thoughts and looked away, blushing.

"How could you," he smirked, and he moved behind her, pressing himself against her.

Khushi gasped at the feeling of his erection.

"You haven't had your fill yet."

She really hadn't, and her biting her lip didn't help to deny it.

"Unfortunately for you, you're going to have to wait."

Arnav pulled away and left. Khushi caught her breath and forced herself to calm her crazy heart.

Stop it Khushi, just stop! Just because he's your husband, doesn't forgive him for what he's done!

Khushi straightened and went into the bedroom. She saw Arnav placing his cuff links on and he looked at her through the mirror.

"Time for breakfast."

Khushi eyebrows automatically met at the middle. "I have no underwear on."

"So?"

"So? I can't go down like this."

Arnav looked at her and Khushi tried hard not to look down, but eventually did.

Dammit!

"You're right. You can't go down like that."

Now that caught her attention. She looked at him in confusion and watched as he picked up her mangalsutra from the vanity and turn to her. Khushi's hand went to her neck and she remembered that he had taken it off before they took their bath.

He simply curled his finger at her and Khushi came forward. With a twirl of his finger, Khushi turned and faced her back to him. Arnav swept her hair aside, placing it over her shoulder, and placed the mangalsutra on. She felt his fingers sweep over her skin, and it made her body hum.

She truly needed her fill, and fast!

Once he hooked it on, Khushi turned to him. She watched him turn back to the vanity and pick up a little pot, which he revealed to contain vermilion. Without a word, he took a pinch of it and placed it over her parting. Khushi gasped as her eyes widened; she never expected this from him.

"Now you can," he said, his voice low.

Khushi looked into his eyes. She tried to figure out what was going through his mind, but she couldn't. "Why are you doing his," she whispered, the words escaping before she could process the thought.

She expected him to reply with a sly comment or to yell at her for repeating the same question, but instead, he walked out of the room. Khushi just stared at the door, even after Arnav was gone.

It seems that no matter what, I just can't seem to understand him for the slightest bit.