Chapter Ten

Although she didn't want to, Khushi headed downstairs. She tugged on the shirt she wore, but it wasn't going any lower. Fortunately for her, it was enough to cover her lower region, and the fabric was thick enough from anyone seeing anything.

When she got downstairs, she looked around to see if any of the security were around. She didn't spot any and wondered if they were late or were supposed to come later. She headed into the dining room and found her husband sitting at the head of the large table.

Why have a large table if only one person is going to sit there? I mean two- er, three.

The thought of Dhruv came to mind and she gulped. She remembered the last time she had seen him and remembered his words. It made her shudder with disgust and she shut her eyes.

"Well are you just going to stand there all day?"

Khushi gasped and looked up at Arnav. He looked at her as if she were the most strangest thing on the planet. Brushing aside her thoughts, Khushi joined him. Their food was already at the table and the sight of food brought her joy. Her stomach grumbled with joy as she devoured her breakfast. They both ate in peace and quiet and Khushi couldn't understand if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The man absolutely confuses her and she just can't seem to understand him. 

Arnav's phone began to ring and he took the call. "Arnav Singh Raizada...good. For the time being, monitor the grounds until further notice," and he hung up. 

Khushi looked at him in confusion but he ignored her. 

"Are you done," he asked instead. 

Khushi nodded; she was absolutely full. 

"Good. Go wait for me in the living room."

"Why?"

His eyes met hers and Khushi looked down with a gulp. She hated the fact that his heated glare would affect her so quickly. Without a word, she got up and left, tugging on the shirt, hoping to stretch it lower but to no avail.

Khushi entered the living room and looked around. Almost everything was white, the grand chandelier glistening bright. She browsed around, looking at the contents of the room. Truly, in comparison to Arnav's, or rather their room, this room was much brighter. 

That room has to be the darkest out of all of them... but why? Is it supposed to reflect his dark heart?

Khushi noticed a photograph on one of the shelves and picked it up. It didn't take long before she realized that she was looking at a much younger version of the man who was her husband. But unlike the man she knew, this boy had a genuine smile on his face. 

He looks so adorable. Will I ever see that smile?

Suddenly the picture frame was taken out of her hand and Khushi turned to see Arnav. He placed the picture back and looked at her. "Don't be so touchy. At least, not to anything else but me."

Khushi held her hands behind her back. "It's just caught my eyes."

"Really," he questioned, cocking his eyebrow. His humor was evident. "And why is that?"

"Just... your smile," she confessed, and again for some reason, Khushi was blushing. 

The humor on Arnav's face began to fade. "My smile?"

Khushi nodded. "Yes."

Arnav said nothing and kept his eyes on her, causing her to look down. 

"It's cute," she muttered, though shocked by her own words. 

What is wrong with me?

For a moment, Arnav said nothing, his heated gaze on her. Khushi glanced up at him through her eyelashes but she couldn't figure out what was going on in that mind of his. Before she could push forward on it, Arnav suddenly picked her up and placed her on a side table and pushed her back, forcing her to lay onto the sofa next to it. In that blur of a moment, Arnav undid his pants and buried himself within her, Khushi gasping out in surprise as her back arched. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and she swung her hips. 

After all she still desperately needed her fill. 

Khushi slightly picked herself up and watched as Arnav slowly pulled back and thrust into her. A moan escaped from her lips and she tossed her head back. When Arnav pulled back again, he thrust back in and increased his pace. Cries and moans escaped from Khushi's lips as she buried her hand in his hair, feeling the intensity through her body. She met him thrust for thrust, her other hand reaching out to his as he gripped her waist tightly. 

"Arnav," she moaned. 

Khushi felt her body ready to fall off the edge and in a matter of seconds, both came together, Khushi's back arching as she cried out in ecstasy. Arnav grunted and gripped her waist tightly, pouring himself within her. Both calmed and returned from their high, and Khushi gazed up at him. Hard as she tried, she simply could not remove her gaze from him. 

What are you doing to me?

"What the fuck?!"

Khushi gasped and both turned to the sound of the voice. Standing by the entry was Dhruv Singh Raizada himself, and Khushi could feel her blood run cold. Dhruv's eyes went from his brother to Khushi, confused and shocked. 

The corner of Arnav's lips crooked up. "Dhruv!"

Khushi looked at Arnav. There was something in Arnav's voice that told her that even though he sounded happy to see him, he really wasn't and was faking it, or rather, mocking it. 

Without looking at Khushi, Arnav pulled her up and pulled her against him, Khushi's arms automatically wrapping around him, her body being covered by his. 

"You're home early," Arnav continued, his arms wrapped around Khushi. "What brings you home so quick?"

Dhruv looked from his brother to Khushi and he recognized her instantly. 

"Oh yeah, have you met my wife? Khushi, this is Dhruv, my stepbrother, your devar. Dhruv, this is Khushi, my wife, your bhabi."

Khushi gulped and her mind echoed with Dhruv's words. She absentmindedly gripped onto Arnav even tighter and it wasn't missed by him. 

Dhruv opened his mouth but couldn't find the right words to say. He mumbled and muttered at first, before he finally got his wording. "You married the whore I wanted from the brothel?"

Khushi looked from Dhruv to Arnav. 

"Yeah. So," Arnav shrugged. 

Dhruv scoffed and looked away, rolling his eyes. "You just have to do that, don't you? Always take everything first, everything I want."

Khushi looked back at Dhruv. 

Dhruv looked back at his brother. "Seriously Bhai, you just take everything away from me. First my credit cards, and now this... this prostitute."

"Careful. She's your bhabi now," Arnav pointed like Dhruv was toddler, learning a lesson. 

Dhruv huffed and scowled. "You just always have to be the better one, don't you! I'm fucking nothing and you're fucking everything!"

"Wrong. I'm everything but you're a pathetic excuse who drinks and fucks."

Dhruv's eyes widened and he clenched his jaw. "Bhai-!"

"Yeah yeah, go to the brothel and fuck it out of your system," he waved. 

Dhruv seethed and huffed. He glanced down and noticed the state of the two. "Oh great! Another thing you had to beat me to! You just had to be the one to fuck her first!"

Khushi glanced down between her and Arnav and realized that he was still buried within her. She gasped and tried to pull away, but Arnav didn't let her move. Normally it wasn't something she'd feel shy about, considering her lessons, but this was different. 

"Of course. And she is just amazing." Arnav smirked.

He lifted Khushi's face up and kissed her, surprising Khushi. Dhruv huffed and growled, and without another word, he stormed out. 

"Won't you at least have breakfast," Arnav called out, turning back, but Dhruv was gone.

With a shrug, Arnav pulled out of Khushi and she looked at him in confusion. 

"Go upstairs and change," he said, fixing himself up. 

But Khushi just looked at him. Arnav glared at her and pulled her up by her arm, surprising her. 

"By now I hope you know that I really don't like to repeat myself. Go."

He released her with a slight shove and Khushi went forward. She looked back at him but he was focused on his phone. Walking with confusion, Khushi headed to the main hall and towards the stairs. She noticed some of the security men were now inside, which must have meant that Arnav had told them to come in now.

But why now? Why not before?

Khushi headed upstairs and found Aman at the top.

"Good morning, Madam. Sir had your items shifted to your bedroom," he said when she reached him.

Khushi nodded and sped towards Arnav's- er, their bedroom, feeling uncomfortable, tugging on the shirt.

If Ichcha Baai saw me now, she would've been so mad!

Memories of the evening she had been sold to Arnav, flashed in her mind. She remembered how easily Ichcha had sold her for all of that money. In that moment, anger filled up within her, tears of anger streaming down her cheek without her even realizing.

How could you do this to me?!

Khushi entered the bedroom and found one of the security in the room. Beside him was her chest, which meant that he must have been the one to bring her chest here.

"Good morning, Madam. All of your belongings have been brought here."

With a nod, the man left, shutting the door behind him. Once he was gone, Khushi wiped her tears and went to the chest. However, before she could even open it, the sound of beeping echoed in the room. Her head instantly turned to the sound and she was surprised to see a phone on the bed. Curious, she went to it and looked at the screen. She saw that there was a text from Husband, saying be a good trophy wife while I go to work. It didn't take long for her to understand that Husband was Arnav, but she didn't understand why he had left her a phone, that too an expensive one.

Khushi had always dreamed of having her own phone, just like the other girls. However because she wasn't working like the others, she had no money. So they would always make fun of her on that as well, just like they did with other things. Now that she had one, now that she had an iPhone of her own, she felt more confused than happy.

Nothing, and absolutely nothing, made any sense whatsoever.