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."



Btw, how many of you are fans of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? 😉