Chapter Twenty Four

Throwing the doors open, Seema stomped into Dhruv's room. Dhruv turned at the sound of the commotion, holding a tumbler of whiskey.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Instead of answering him, Seema slapped the tumbler out of his hands, the thick glass falling to the floor with a loud thump, its contents pouring to the floor.

"You bitch-!"

Seema slapped him then grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him. "Don't even start," she muttered.

Dhruv was shocked by Seema's actions but anger took over immediately. "You fucking-!"

But once again he was cut off, Seema biting down on his lip, to the point where she tasted his blood. Before Dhruv tried to interrupt her again, she reached into his pants and took hold of his member, caressing it. Even though he was angry with her doings, Seema knew he was also turned on by it, and feeling his hard member, she knew that she was right.

However, what she didn't know, was that Dhruv's mind was working, and wasn't focused on her doings.

What is she up to, the stupid cunt, who does she think she is?!

Dhruv pulled away from her, causing Seema's hand to release his member. "What the fuck-!"

"Oh can it, you nit!" She went towards where all of his drinks were placed, and took a swig of whiskey, straight from the bottle. "As if Khushi hasn't got me pissed enough, don't you fucking add to it!"

"Oh?" Now this caught his attention. "What did my sweet bhabi do now," he smirked.

Seema scowled at his sarcastic tone and took another swig. "That bitch just became one billion dollars richer."

"What?!"

Taking another swig, Seema placed the bottle down. "Just because of who she fucking is, she just inherited one billion fucking dollars!"

Seema went over to his bed and plopped down, waiting for Dhruv to scream, but he didn't. Instead, he chuckled, causing her to lean up on her arms and look at him in puzzlement. "Why the fuck are you chuckling?"

"Your reaction is what has me humored," he said, grabbing himself another drink.

She watched as he poured some brandy into a tumbler and raised it to his lips. "You're not the least bit surprised."

It wasn't a question, but a statement, Dhruv seeming too cool about it.

"I already knew about her inheritance."

"How?"

"Before, I was trying to find her for myself. My father had stated in his will that whoever married her would come into a lot of money. When I looked into her, I also discovered that her father left money behind for her as well. But unfortunately for me, my brother got to her before me."

"But how? You met her first."

"But I didn't know she was the one I was looking for, but my fucking brother did what he could to find her before me, and now he's fucking her every night, his fucking wife."

Seema could see the jealousy in his eyes and it enraged her. "She's not worth it."

Dhruv's eyes met hers. "No?"

Like her, Dhruv could see the jealousy blazing in her eyes.

"No, she's not."

"And I suppose you are?"

Seema stood up, proud and tall. "I am 100% better than she will ever be. I'm prettier and I'm more talented than her."

"In what way," Dhruv snorted in humor, taking a sip of his brandy.

"In every way," she scowled, and she slipped out of her dress, letting it drop to the floor.

Even though Dhruv was trying to make her feel jealous, his lust and desire for her was very much evident in his eyes. He placed the tumbler down on a table and went over to her, caressing and kneading her breast.

"Hmm... I have to ask..."

His hand went straight to her hair, pulling her head back enough to have her eyes meet his.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Because I do," she replied, looking straight into his eyes.

Dhruv chuckled, bringing his free hand to her face. He traced the back of his fingers along her cheek, watching his fingers as they moved. "I'm sure there's more than that," and his eyes met hers again.

Seema didn't respond and Dhruv chuckled once more, releasing her, and walked around her.

"Such jealousy towards her and for no reason? That seems highly unlikely."

He reached between her arms and cupped her breasts, kneading them as he latched his lips to her neck.

"All that matters is that I get revenge," Seema said. "I hate her with all my being, and I will not spare her. I came here to destroy her, now are you going to help me or not?"

Dhruv let go and looked at her. Seema turned her head to meet his eyes, showing him how very serious she was. This brought a smirk on Dhruv's face and he kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth, toying with hers.

"Of course my pet," he said when he drew away. "Of course."

*~*

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

With a loud grunt, Arnav buried himself deep into Khushi, spilling his seed within her as Khushi tightened around his member with a cry of ecstasy. He collapsed onto her, Khushi holding onto him with the little strength she had. The cold marble counter-top beneath her was quite welcoming to her warm and sweaty being, as well as Arnav's cool breath. Khushi gazed up at kitchen's ceiling, trying to catch her breath.

"I think that's enough distractions wifey," Arnav playfully admonished.

Khushi stuck her tongue out at him. "Is it wrong for a wife to want her husband's time," she asked innocently.

"No. However I do need to work."

"You do nothing but work," Khushi pouted.

"Not true - I fuck you as well," he smirked.

Khushi rolled her eyes with a playful smirk and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Deliciously well."

"Exactly, so that proves your statement wrong."

Khushi pouted again and Arnav pulled himself up, taking Khushi with him. He placed Khushi's legs around him, Khushi holding onto him as he carried her.

"Stop being a brat wifey," and he spanked her.

Khushi moaned, pushing her breasts onto his chest.

"Do that again, and I'll fuck you again."

"Mm, you know it's very sensitive down there right now."

Arnav chuckled as he walked through the house. "That it is - your ass is glowing red."

"Hmm," Khushi pouted, remembering all the spanking and biting her ass received earlier.

Arnav entered the den and placed Khushi down on the sofa. He turned her over and analyzed her butt, caressing it. "Job well done," he smirked to himself.

Khushi picked up her head and scowled at him. "I have a hickey on my butt and can't even sit properly."

"Did I not just say job well done," he said, his tone quite sarcastic.

Khushi rolled her eyes and Arnav spanked her, getting a yelp out of Khushi. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, both Payal and Sheetal entered the room. The two noticed the couple and scowled at Khushi, to which Khushi rolled her eyes.

"If you're that concerned, I'll go get some oil to rub on it," and Arnav got up and left the room.

The fact that his dick was hanging out for the public to see didn't bother him. Nor did it bother Khushi, even as Payal and Seema eyeballed it because at the end of the day, the only person who could have it was her.

The thought of it made her sex clench, and she moaned, snapping Payal and Sheetal out of their thoughts. The two looked at her as Khushi sat up and slipped a finger between her folds, collecting the evidence of her's and Arnav's coupling. She noticed the two looking at her with jealousy and rage, but she didn't care. Instead, she slipped her finger between her lips and sucked on it, moaning around it.

"I just love the taste of us," Khushi moaned.

Payal scoffed. "Please, I bet it's all Raizada Saab that makes it taste good and not you."

"Is that so? If I remember clearly, you used to love the way I tasted."

Payal's eyes widened, but she quickly recovered, looking away.

"You used to love my cunt, let's not forget that," Khushi smirked.

"Did not," but her quick retort made it very evident that Khushi was right.

"Oh?" Khushi spread her legs apart, displaying her femininity. "Sure about that?"

Back when they used to be at the brothel, Khushi used to tease Payal just like this, and like the old days, Payal bit her lower lip, wanting her. And like the old days, Khushi was going to tease her now. She reached down and ran her middle finger and ring finger through her wet cleft, squeezing her breast with her other hand.

"I'm so wet," Khushi moaned.

She watched as Payal bit harder on her lip, her desire becoming stronger and stronger.

"Ugh," Sheetal scoffed, turning her head away.

She knew these games as well; her and Seema used to tease Payal about how weak she was to Khushi's cunt. She knew there was no going back for Payal now, her desires were set. And since she didn't care about this game whatsoever, Sheetal turned on her heels and left the room, annoyed with Payal's weak self.

Khushi smirked as she began to toy with her clit.she continued to knead and squeeze her breast as she moaned and played with her pussy. She thrust a finger within her and replaced it with two, finger fucking herself, while Payal watched with lust.

"Ah! I'm gonna cum," she cried.

At this point, Khushi was too lost in passion. Her mind thought of Arnav, imagining that it was his cock thrusting within her instead of her fingers. She fucked herself even harder and was ready to cum. However just as she was about to, Payal came springing over and tossed her hand aside and thrust two of her fingers in and finger-fucked her, kissing her hard as Khushi exploded around her fingers. She didn't stop and had Khushi ride out her orgasm, Khushi's hips bucking and swaying as she moaned into Payal's mouth.

Payal pulled back first. "You're such a fucking tease, you bitch!"

Khushi smirked and pulled Payal's finger into her mouth, sucking around it and releasing it with a pop. "And don't you forget it."

"I know I won't."

Both looked up with a gasp, seeing Arnav leaning against the doorway with a bottle of oil in his hands.

"Arnav-"

Arnav came striding in and without a word, he picked Khushi up and placed her over his shoulder.

"What the-? Arnav!"

But instead, Arnav spanked her. "Naughty wifey, playing with those whores. You need to be taught a lesson."

He took them upstairs to their room and deposited her on the bed. Khushi looked up at him as he tsked at her, his arms crossed as he shook his head.

"Bad, bad wifey. Playing with those whores, bad, bad."

Khushi felt like she was a toddler, given the way he was speaking to her.

"I leave you alone for just moment, and you can't control yourself," and he sighed.

Khushi shrugged. "Well it was your dick that started it," she said truthfully.

Arnav arched his eyebrow.

"It's not my fault that the thought of you thick cock makes my insides react," she smirked.

"So you played with yourself."

It wasn't a question, but Khushi answered anyways. "Yes."

Arnav scoffed with a smirk. He moved over Khushi, causing her to lay down. Without a word, Arnav thrust into her, causing Khushi to throw her head back by the sudden force.

"Fuck," she moaned.

Arnav pulled back slowly, his eyes on her. Khushi waited for Arnav to thrust back in, but he didn't, so she looked up at him. "Arnav-"

"Had fun with that whore," and he thrust into her.

Khushi cried out, her insides clenching onto his member as her hands reached out to his arms. Arnav slowly pulled back again and stayed there.

"Letting someone else make you cum, hmm," and he thrust into her again.

"Fuck!"

Arnav pulled back again slowly. "That's very bad wifey," and he quickly thrust into her again.

"She didn't make me cum," Khushi cried out.

Arnav pulled back and stayed there. Khushi waited for him to thrust into her again, but he was taking his time.

"Oh, she took over when I was making myself cum," she cried out in frustration, and Arnav thrust into her.

Khushi yelped again and Arnav drew back.

"I was thinking of you the entire time," she cried, and Arnav thrust into her.

"What about me," he asked as he pulled back.

"Of your cock," she quickly cried, hoping that it would make him thrust into her quicker.

"Be specific," he said instead, still not thrusting into her.

"I thought of your cock being buried deep within me instead of fingers, Arnav please," she cried.

Arnav smirked. "Someone's desperate," and he thrust right into her, this time not stopping to torture her.

He fucked her hard and quick, Khushi crying out in ecstasy as she wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, desperate for her release. Her hands tugged at his hair while he gripped hers tightly, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to him.

"Arnav!"

Khushi exploded around him and Arnav spilled his seed within her. He bit down on her neck as he did, Khushi crying out with pleasure.

Both collapsed from their high, breathing heavily. When Khushi's heart relaxed, she tugged on Arnav's hair, making him look at her.

"There's nothing to feel jealous of," Khushi breathed.

"Oh I'm not jealous," Arnav smirked. "I'm just reminding you that your orgasms are mine and mine only."

Arnav picked himself up. "Tease those girls all you want, I could care less, because no matter what, you're mine."

Khushi smiled. "Forever yours." She reached up and kissed him, smiling into the kiss. "However," she said, pulling back, "I will slice your dick off and feed it the dogs if you even think about those girls."

"Oh? Possessive wifey," he smirked. "Me likey."

Khushi tightened her grip on his hair. "I mean it husband."

Arnav chuckled. "Never Khushi. Never."

Just hearing those words made Khushi's heart melt. "I fucking love you, gorgeous husband of mine."

Arnav kissed her and placed his forehead against hers. "Likewise, sexy wife mine."



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Chapter Twenty Three

Arnav entered the main hall and giving Khushi another spank, he set her back down on her feet. Khushi, absolutely flustered, frowned at Arnav before turning around to see the lawyer waiting. If it was anyone else in her spot, they would have been embarrassed. As for Khushi, like her husband, she just didn't give a damn.

"Ms. Khushi Kumari Gupta," the lawyer asked.

From the corner of her eyes, Khushi noticed the girls. "It's Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada."

"Yes, yes, of course, apologies..."

The girls rolled their eyes but Khushi could care less.

"...however, at the time your father created his will, you were still Khushi Kumari Gupta."

Now this caught all of the girls' attention.

"My father's will?"

Khushi glanced from Arnav to the lawyer. Arnav gestured for the lawyer to follow him and they went into his study. Arnav had Khushi sit in his seat while he stood beside her, the lawyer sitting across. He could see the whores trying to poke their heads through the door, but he could care any less.

"You were saying," Arnav said.

"Yes; you see Mrs. Raizada, back when your father still had his company, he had created his will. In it, he said everything he owned would go to you, all of it under your name."

Khushi was shocked. "All under my name? But... but what does it matter now, my father lost all of his money?"

"True, he did. However, for you, he had set aside 500 million dollars for you."

"Fi-!"

Arnav and Khushi knew it was one of the whores but they ignored them.

The lawyer cleared his throat. "Um, he made sure that no matter what happened that money stayed untouched and waiting for you until he passed. Unfortunately, no one knew where he was, when he passed, nor where you were all these years until Mr. Raizada here made it known."

Khushi looked up at Arnav, who had his arms crossed.

The lawyer picked up his briefcase and placed it on his lap. "It's a savings account," he said as he opened it. "So over the years, interest has accrued, so the value has gone up. It's about one billion dollars now."

"One-!"

Again it was one of the whores, but they were ignored.

The lawyer placed some papers on the desk and gave it to Khushi. "This is a copy of your fathers will for you to look at. When you have the chance, please come down to the Provenance Bank so we can further discuss the matters."

"Um, yes, of course."

With that, the lawyer stood up and took his leave. The girls moved out of the way to let the lawyer leave then peered back around the door.

Khushi still couldn't believe what she had heard. Her? Come into all of that money? It was absolutely unbelievable.

Arnav leaned against his desk. "Talk to me wifey."

"I... I...."

"Uh oh. Looks like wifey is broken," Arnav frowned with a tilt of his head.

Khushi shook her head. "No, no... just... I don't know," she sighed. "My head is a blur. I mean its not that I care about the money but... holy shit!"

Arnav couldn't help himself but to grin.

"Looks like my father did some things right in his life."

"That he did. Starting..." Arnav picked her up and placed her on his desk, placing himself in between her legs. "...with you."

Khushi smiled softly, looking down. "I just... honestly what do I even do with it?"

"Not anything now, not necessarily. When you want to use it, you can. Every other time, I'll be spoiling you."

Khushi arched her eyebrow. "Spoiling me? Spoiling me how? By buying me more lingerie so that you can just rip them off," she teased.

"Hey, it's a fun game," he admonished, and Khushi laughed.

For a moment, Khushi gazed at him.

"You're staring wife."

Khushi smiled softly. "Do you love me?"

"I do."

"I love you."

"I know."

With a chuckle, Khushi wrapped her arms around Arnav's neck and kissed him. She slowly laid back on the desk and let her husband take her away from this world.

Meanwhile, the second the girls saw where things were turning, they left and went upstairs to their room, not wanting to see Khushi entangled with Arnav.

"Un-fucking-believeable," Seema exclaimed as they entered. "How the fuck does she get all that money."

"It just goes to show we know nothing about her," Payal said.

"Fuck that! Who the fuck cares!"

"Well that lawyer did," Sheetal said. "And guess what, being her just got her one billion dollars!"

Seema tossed her arms up. "Fuck!!!!"

She went towards the window and stared outside, her arms crossed. With everything that was happening, she was simply not okay with it.

I won't spare you Khushi.

Chapter Twenty Two

As the days went on, Dhruv continued to disgust Arnav and Khushi with his toys. It was just absolutely revolting! Humorous at some points but mainly revolting. But the couple dealt with it, Khushi especially, surprised by her own level of tolerance.

One evening, Khushi was down in the den. Arnav was working in his study and had wanted a drink, but instead of having him losing his focus on the task at hand, Khushi told him that she would make it for him. Having seen him make his drinks so many times, Khushi had eventually learned. She had also began to drink, but only here and there and not to an excess.

Khushi stood behind the bar making her and her hubby a gin & tonic, when Dhruv's toys entered the room.

"Oh! I'll have a gin & tonic too," Payal said.

"Could I get a scotch, neat," Seema said.

"I'll have a vodka soda," Sheetal smiled.

Khushi scoffed, putting down the bottle of gin. "You're kidding me right," she said, her eyebrow arched.

She was so not dealing with this shit.

"You're the one making drinks," Payal shrugged. "So we told you what we want."

"I'm not a bartender," Khushi replied with a roll of her eyes.

"You might as well be," Sheetal scoffed and all of them chuckled.

This made Khushi arch her eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"

The three looked at her.

"You come into my home and you're treating me with that attitude? Nuh uh, not gonna happen."

Seema scoffed. "Your home? This isn't your home. You were bought and brought into this palace. So please honey, don't play yourself."

A small smirk grew on Khushi's face. "I'm not the only one who got bought now then am I?"

The girls squinted at her.

Khushi picked up her drink. "But unlike you three, the man who took me, freed me. He married me and he loves me. Your buyer only uses you with his tiny so-called cock," and she took a sip.

Sheetal scoffed. "Love? Raizada Saab doesn't love you. You go on mewling all day to him, telling him that you love him but not once has he said it back to you."

"That's because he doesn't need to. Sometimes actions speak louder than words. He doesn't need to say the words to prove that he loves me. He just needs to show me and that's all I'll ever need."

"Yeah right," Payal said. "Why the hell would anyone love a nobody like you? Get over yourself Khushi, Raizada Saab doesn't love you."

Khushi opened her mouth to retort when she was interrupted.

"Now that's not true."

All the ladies looked up and saw Arnav entering the room. He walked over to Khushi and picked up the other drink she had prepared.

"Timelines is important wifey, you know that."

"That I do. Just got interrupted," Khushi replied, glaring at the girls.

Arnav placed his arm around Khushi's shoulder, dangling his drink from his hand. "I can see that."

Arnav could see the way Dhruv's toys looked at him with desire. Once upon a time, he would have done something, or rather done all three of them. But now it only disgusted him.

"Wifey?"

"Yes hubby?"

"Three whores are looking at me and I'm disgusted."

Dhruv's toys looked at him in shock.

"Before I get sick, do something."

Khushi laughed and turned into him, placing their drinks down on the bar. She held his face in her hands and kissed him, Arnav responding. They could hear the distaste from the girls' mouths but they could care less.

Khushi pulled back first. "Better?"

"Completely," and Khushi laughed. "How would you like to make it better-er?"

Khushi pulled back slightly to get a good look at him. "Better-er?"

"You're questioning again wifey," Arnav scowled with a roll of his eyes.

But Khushi couldn't help her laughter, too humored by the words of her husband. As for her husband, he didn't see what was so funny. So he simply swooped her up and hauled her over his shoulder.

"Wha- Arnav!" Khushi gripped onto Arnav's sides, blowing her hair out of her face. "Put me down."

Instead, Arnav gave her a spank. "Bad wifey. First you were late with my drink and then you question - very bad wifey," and he spanked her again.

"I was not at fault hubby, you know that. It was those disgusting whores that thought of me as a bartender."

Arnav gaped at them. "My wifey? A bartender? How absurd!"

The girls glanced at each other, gulping. Even though Arnav's voice had dripped with sarcasm, the fire that burned within his eyes meant opposite.

"Will hubby put me down now?"

"As if," and he spanked her again.

"Arnav," Khushi chuckled.

Just then, Aman entered the room. "Sir, the lawyer is here."

Arnav nodded and Aman left the room.

"Lawyer? For what," Khushi asked.

"For you."

"Me?"

"Wifey..."

"I mean it Arnav. Why would a lawyer want to see me?"

Arnav glared at Dhruv's toys. "Someone was wrong about calling you a nobody."

Payal gulped, looking down at the floor as her cheeks heated with blush.

"Meaning," Khushi asked.

Arnav sighed. "I really do hate questions."

Giving her another spank, Arnav headed out of the den with Khushi still hauled over his shoulder. Once they were out of earshot, Sheetal turned to the others.

"Why on earth would a lawyer be here to see Khushi?"

"I have no clue," Payal replied.

"You think he might be divorcing her," Seema asked.

All three's eyes widened. Excited and humored by the idea, they followed after them.

This they had to see.