Chapter Thirteen

Dhruv Singh Raizada hated being at home. While he did have a large roof over his head, he hated being under it because he shared it with his older step-brother, Arnav Singh Raizada.

Oh how he hated him, always being better than him; Arnav always had to beat him to everything.

Although Dhruv realized that the girl his step-brother had taken wasn't the girl he had met, Dhruv still desired Khushi more than anything. He still wanted her, wanted to feel her, drive her wild with his body.

But of course, his step-brother had to beat him to it.

Dhruv sat at the other end of the table, far away from Arnav. The two never sat together, keeping far distanced as possible. He glanced at the clock and noticed that Arnav was late. And of course, so long as Arnav wasn't here, breakfast would not be served.

Where the fuck is he?

Moments later Arnav came walking in, wearing black silk pajama bottoms and no shirt. Dhruv rolled his eyes at the sight of him, though he was curious why his step-brother wasn't ready for work. Just as Arnav sat down, the workers came out and placed breakfast on the table. As soon as they were done, Khushi came walking in. Dhruv eyed her rear and watched as she sat down beside his step-brother. He had noticed a little stumble to her steps and wondered why, but when he saw the smirk on his step-bother's face, he immediately knew why.

What was worse was the way Khushi smirked back.

Unbelievable! What happened the girl that was scared of Bhai? Now they're exchanging looks? What the fuck?! 

Day after day passed, and Dhruv noted that their relationship was getting better and better.

Even Khushi had noticed it. After that evening, she prevented herself from becoming the weakling she had formed into. She remained strong and one of her Malkeen's points were proven true - confidence is sexy. When she and Arnav fornicated, she would use the skills she had learned and did it with confidence, never doubting herself in the ability of giving him pleasure. Even when she would somewhat push it with her questions, she would not look away when he would glare at her... sometimes. But in majority of cases, it would end with an unable-to-walk situation.

Yes things had slightly changed between the two. Arnav no longer scared her as much as he used to. He was still the man who had bought her, but was also the man who was her husband. His sarcastic nature was still very much the same, and even though he tried to appear the same, Khushi would catch him in his moments of difference.

Now and then she would catch him looking at her differently. She would often see him smirk at her or eye her with carnal intent, but there was something new now beginning to form in his eyes. She had first caught it at a party they had been invited to. They were in their fourth month of marriage and everyone was curious to know who Mrs. Raizada was. Arnav hated parties, which is why he never held one to announce their marriage. But society wanted to know, and so they created an excuse to throw a party and invited them. It was there, when the two were asked to dance, that Khushi noted it. And it most certainly wasn't the last. The last time he had done it, Khushi was putting away a book in Arnav's study. She had caught him looking at her in that way, and when she questioned him on it, he simply covered it up with an excuse and took her against the shelf.

Though she was satisfied with the pleasure, she wasn't satisfied with the answer. 

What's worse was what was happening to her. 

Into their third month of marriage, something was beginning to happen to her - her heart would beat erratically at the sight of Arnav. She didn't understand why at first and would nonstop question herself, until finally, six months into their marriage did she understand and not deny it. 

Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada had fallen in love with Arnav Singh Raizada. 

Hard as she tried to deny it, she couldn't. She had tried to avoid those feelings, trying hard to keep her marriage with Arnav simply physical and nothing else. But the heart was a strange thing and as hard as the mind tried to reason with it, to explain to it that you can't love a man who turns a human into an animal, it denied. It reasoned, asking if Arnav had once treated her like an animal at the zoo. The mind sputtered to come up with an answer, but it had none. 

Arnav was Arnav, there was no denying that - he acted in his own way and Khushi had learned to love the sarcastic CEO. 

But does he love me? Why would he? Or rather how could he? All he does is be a sarcastic dick... sometimes. 

He isn't as bad as he was when we first met; I've gotten quite used to it. Of course when I ask why he ever married me....

Khushi thought of the last time she had asked that question. They were in the den, Arnav helping himself to a drink while Khushi tucked herself into the corner of the sofa, enjoying the warm fire that blazed in the fireplace. From one topic to another they spoke, when Khushi asked him that question. Of course he gave her the eyes, as Khushi liked to call it, but Khushi didn't back down. She asked him again and the next thing she knew, she was fucked deliriously, making it hard for her to walk for the next two days. 

Rough as Arnav was, he was still sweet. He took care of her, massaging her, rubbing baby oil on her, helping the ache between her thighs to go down. He carried her through the house when she needed to get from one place to another, an action she found very sweet but grotesque to Dhruv. 

Not that she cared what her Devarji thought. 

The thought of Dhruv made her grimace. Khushi no longer feared him and was only disgusted by him. He would now and then bring his whores home and would fuck them here and there, practically everywhere. One time Khushi was going into the media room to watch some TV and she found Dhruv naked and pounding into a girl. Another time, she and Arnav had come home from one of those society parties and they found Dhruv pounding into a woman as she held onto the banister. These actions of Dhruv's had become so normal, it no longer surprised Khushi. Disgusted, yes, but not surprised. 

"Wifey?"

Khushi opened her eyes and turned to Arnav, who was lounging in bed with his laptop, once again wearing nothing but one of his many black silk pajama bottoms. 

"You're cringing."

Khushi shuddered and cringed and looked back out the window. "Your step-brother has no shame."

In the beginning, Khushi would refer to Dhruv as his brother, but Arnav never considered him that. Slowly Khushi had picked it up, messing up here and there and earning the eyes. 

"I'm afraid that's one thing we share by blood."

Khushi remembered the first time Dhruv had come home after their marriage, finding them together in the living room. Back then she was somewhat embarrassed of being caught like that with Arnav, but now she no longer did. Especially since that wasn't the last time. 

Like Dhruv, Arnav too loved public display. He had taken Khushi in the main hall as well, Khushi clutching onto the banister. He had taken Khushi in the media room, ignoring the movie that they were supposedly watching. 

"He's a copycat," Khushi thought aloud. 

"Of course he is. Do you think that puny brain of his could come up with something creative?"

Khushi chuckled. She really did no longer fear Dhruv; she found him more comical and pathetic than anything. 

Every time he had caught them in the act, he would groan and shout like a child. Yes he would eye her naked body, but his childlike actions would take over in a matter of seconds and he would stomp out. 

Khushi didn't care that her devar had seen her naked. He meant nothing to Arnav, and so he meant nothing to her. And then of course there was her training from Ichcha Baai. So all in all, she could give no shits at all. 

Arnav looked up from his laptop and looked at his wife. She was lost in thought again and he was curious to know what was going on in that mind of hers. 

"Wifey."

"Hmm?" But she didn't look at him, gazing out the window. 

"Come here."

Khushi did as he said and sat across from him. He looked at her for a moment and she looked at him. 

"Tell me..." He leaned forward, bringing his thumb to her lower lip. "What's going on in that pretty mind of yours."

"Nothing," she nearly whispered. 

"Sure, and I'm not working."

Khushi rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. Arnav scowled and Khushi nipped at his thumb. He pulled it back and mocked pain, sucking on the pad of his thumb. 

A grin broke out on Khushi's face. She loved his playful nature over his sarcastic self. Picking herself up, she placed herself in his lap and Arnav placed his hands at her waist. 

"I'm bored," she pouted. 

"Ah, I see.... What would wifey like to do?"

Khushi pursed her lips and went in thought. She knew this would distract him from his questioning of her. "Uh.. play pool?"

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "They taught you how to play pool at the brothel?"

She playfully hit his arm. "No. We had one and the girls and I would play."

Placing his hand into her hair, Arnav clutched it and brought her face closer. "Did you simply play," he asked, his lips brushing over hers. 

Khushi's body heated and clenched. She shook her head, looking at him with innocence, her lips parted. 

She wanted him. 

Arnav smirked and without a word, picked her up. He walked out of their room with her in arms, going to the billiard room. Of course there were other things in there, like bookshelves full of a variety of books and an oak desk to work on.

Arnav placed Khushi down on the pool table and went to a cupboard. He took out the balls and two cue sticks. Handing one to Khushi, Arnav set the table. Once he did, he stood straight with a smirk. By the sight of it, Khushi knew there was something going on in that head of his. 

"What?"

Arnav smirked. "Let's make this a little more interesting."

"Interesting? How?"

"A bet."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. "A bet?"

Arnav tilted his head with wonder. "Is wifey broken?"

Khushi frowned as Arnav went around the table. 

"If you win, you can ask something of me," he said.

Khushi's eyes slightly widened. "I can ask you anything?"

Arnav leaned against the table. "Anything."

Khushi's mind rambled with questions, but one echoed out the most - why me?

"But..."

She snapped from her thoughts and looked at him. 

"If I win..." He looked her up and down, licking his lower lip, "you have to do what I want."

His heated eyes looked into hers and Khushi gasped. She felt her sex clench, ready for him to ask for whatever it is he wanted. 

"Deal?"

"Deal," Khushi breathed. 

"Good. Would you like to go first wifey?"

"With pleasure," she panted. 

Arnav tsked. "Oh wifey," he mocked with distaste. 

Placing the cue ball down, Arnav stepped away. Khushi moved forward and with a deep breath, she aligned her cue to the ball and broke. The colored balls rolled around but none went into a pocket. Arnav smirked while Khushi frowned, Arnav walking around and lining up his cue stick. With a strike, he pocketed a solid. 

"I guess I'm stripes," Khushi said aloud to herself. 

Arnav pocketed ball after ball, pocketing four solids in total before he missed. Khushi mentally prayed, hoping to pocket a stripe, and indeed she did.

"Yes," she cried out with joy.

"It's only the beginning, wife."

Khushi cocked her eyebrow. Feeling confident with herself, she lined up her stick with the ball and pocketed another stripe. Arnav was impressed as she pocketed three more stripes, pocketing five in total.

"Don't get too confident now," he said.

"And why not?"

"Too much confidence is over-confidence," he said as if it were obvious.

Khushi rolled her eyes and struck again. Unfortunately or fortunately - yet to be determined - Khushi missed.

"Crap!"

Arnav grinned roguishly. "Told you so."

Lining up his stick to the cue, Arnav pocketed the remaining of his solids. Khushi rocked back and forth on her toes, feeling anxious.

Do I want to win or lose, I have no clue!

Arnav straightened. "Tell you what - I'm going to skip my chance to pocket the 8 ball and give you a chance."

Khushi looked at him skeptically. "Really?"

"Uh, yeah."

Khushi ignored his attitude. Instead, she took advantage of the opportunity he had given her. Stripe after stripe went down and Khushi aimed at the 8 ball.

"Too bad Raizada Saab..."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow.

"Looks like I win," and she struck the ball.

It was as if everything had slowed down then. Khushi watched the white ball roll towards the black 8 ball. It struck it and Khushi watched the 8 ball move. It went closer and closer towards a pocket and Khushi's eyes widened with joy. But just as the ball got closer, Khushi realized that the ball wasn't going to go in the pocket.

"No," she cried out, and the ball hit the edge and pushed off, rolling the other way.

"Fuck," Khushi exclaimed.

Arnav chuckled. "Such a potty mouth, wifey."

Aligning his cue, Arnav struck the cue ball and pocketed the 8 ball with ease. Khushi looked away, annoyed with her defeat, while Arnav smirked.

"Looks like I win."

Khushi looked up at Arnav and before she could say anything else, Arnav pulled her to him and kissed her. He picked her up and placed her on the pool table, moving in between her legs. Khushi was wearing nothing but his T-shirt and panties, and he ripped her panties off with ease. 

"You know you truly are wasting money by buying these and having them custom made for me," Khushi whispered. 

"It's fun," and he sealed her lips with his again. 

Arnav disposed of the T-shirt she wore and laid her flat against the pool table. Disposing of his pajama bottoms and tossing it aside, Arnav entered her with one swift move, earning a groan from Khushi. She reached up and gripped onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust. This was going to be quick, Khushi knew it, and she absolutely loved it!

"Bhai- are you fucking kidding me?!"

Both turned their attention to the door, finding Dhruv at the door, looking as angry and pouty as an infant.

Khushi rolled her eyes and turned Arnav's attention back on her, caressing his cheek. Arnav rested his forehead against hers and thrust faster. Khushi met him every time and within seconds, both came with a cry, gripping onto the other so tightly, they were sure to leave a mark.

Meanwhile, Dhruv simply huffed, his brows furrowed. He watched as Khushi caressed her brother's cheek once more before kissing him all over his face. It made him seethe and he stomped out of the room.

"Oh right," and Arnav looked back to his step-brother, but he was gone. "Okay," and he simply shrugged.

Khushi chuckled. "Clearly he needed something."

"When doesn't he, the lazy bastard."

Khushi chuckled once more and tried to pick herself up, when the table wobbled. "Uh..."

Arnav glanced around and pulled out of her. Khushi sat up, the slight wobble still there.

"Um... did we..." but Khushi found herself grinning, entertained by the idea.

Arnav glanced at the table again, checking it. As Khushi moved forward on it to get off, the table wobbled some more. "Well look at that wifey... I don't know how, but it seems that we've broken the pool table."

As Arnav helped her down, Khushi giggled. "That just proves how intense you are."

Arnav gave her wink with a click of his tongue and Khushi nudged him.

"Go see what that devarji of mine is up to."

"Ugh," Arnav rolled his eyes."That idiotic... thing. But first..."

Arnav gripped her hair and kissed her roughly, Khushi moaning into it.

"Off to the moron I go," and he left the room.

Khushi stood there breathless, holding onto the pool table for support. After what they had done, she needed all the support she could get!