Chapter Five

No matter how hard she tried, Khushi couldn't get out of the car. The doors were locked and the car continued to move, never stopping. She looked back at the man who was now her new owner - Arnav Singh Raizada. He was simply staring forward, not once even looking at her. He wasn't even trying to control her, his hands crossed over his chest. It was when his phone beeped that he had finally moved. He checked it out, responded, and resumed to his previous position.

Khushi wanted to ask him what he wanted with her and just as she opened her mouth, the car halted. She looked forward and gasped. They had simply halted before the gates and were waiting for it to open enough to let the cars through, however the grand mansion she saw up ahead had her head spinning. She understood that Arnav Singh Raizada was rich, but extremely rich, she had no clue.

The car began to move forward and Arnav was once again on his phone. When the car pulled up before the mansion, the driver came out and opened the door for Khushi. Before she could react, Arnav's men came forward and dragged her out as the driver went around to open the door for Arnav. Khushi tried to force herself free, but the men had a tight grip on her. Arnav began to head inside and his men dragged her along.

Khushi once again tried to free herself, however she froze the second she entered the mansion. The interior of the mansion was bright and white. Light reflected off the walls, brightening the rooms up even more. Khushi looked to her left and saw the sitting room. In front of her were two giant staircases, leading upstairs. To her right was a grand dining room.

Arnav began to go up the stairs and his men dragged Khushi along. They went down the halls and Arnav opened the door to a room. His men went inside and tossed Khushi in, causing her to trip and fall to the floor. When she looked back up, the men began to leave and Arnav entered the room, still looking down at his phone. Behind him, two more men came in and set down Khushi's belongings and then left, shutting the door behind them.

Arnav stepped forward and went towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. He typed away on his phone, when there was another beep. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a BlackBerry. He looked at it and then made a call from it.

"Where is he," he said into the phone.

Khushi watched him as he listened to the other person.

"Let me know," and he hung up, then faced Khushi.

Khushi straightened her spine. "Who are you? And what do you want with me?"

Arnav came forward and crouched down before her. "I think we've already gone through who we are, but as it wasn't a proper introduction...."

Khushi just looked at him.

"My name is Arnav Singh Raizada, eldest son of the late Aryan Singh Raizada."

Khushi simply blinked. Raizada? Eldest son? Does that mean Dhruv Saab is...?

"Now I know who you are, Khushi, so I believe the introductions are over."

"You haven't told me what you want with me?"

Arnav stood up and placed his hands in his pockets. "Quite a number of things actually. But first, strip."

Khushi's eyes widened. "E-excuse me?"

"Strip. Come on, I know you must have learned something in that place."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hardly knew the man, yet he was asking so much of her! Then again, if she was still back home, she would have been doing the same thing.

Khushi slowly stood up and looked down at the floor. With shaking hands, she removed her dupatta and let it fall to the floor. She reached up and untied the knot to her choli. After taking a shaky, deep breath, she removed the top, exposing her upper half to him. Moving her hand to the side, she unhooked the skirt and it fell to the floor, revealing all of her natural glory.

It was taught to never wear lingerie when working, but right now, Khushi was wishing she had worn them.

Arnav came forward and looked her up and down . He began to walk around her and Khushi wrapped herself with her arms.

"I can see what she meant," Arnav said softly.

Arnav moved in front of her and moved her arms aside. He took hold of her mounds and Khushi shut her eyes, forcing herself not to cry.

"Such beautiful, soft skin.... I can see why my brother took a liking towards you."

Khushi's eyes snapped open to his.

"You shine as if the moonlight is hitting you. And right now..." Arnav looked up at her. "I'm grateful my brother never got to touch you."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows as Arnav stepped back.

"You are to marry me and to become my wife," he declared.

Khushi's jaw dropped as her eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You will become my wife and I will have you however I please. Is that understood?"

"But-"

"Is that understood?"

"Yes but-"

Arnav walked around her and headed towards the door. When he opened it, he turned back to look at her.

"This room is yours and you will stay here temporarily. Do with it whatever you wish," and he left, shutting the door behind.

Khushi heard a small click, which meant that he had locked the door, but Khushi couldn't think about that. Why on earth did Arnav Singh Raizada want to marry her? She knew that his family was the richest in all of the land, so why would he want to marry a girl like her? And what exactly did he mean about his brother? Do they not get along? And if she was in this mansion, wasn't Dhruv as well?

"Don't worry sweet stuff. I'll be back to fuck that cunt of yours relentlessly."

Dhruv's words echoed in Khushi's head and that fear grew within her once more. But then Khushi thought of Arnav's phone call.

Who was he talking about? Dhruv Saab? Is he not here?

Khushi looked at her belongings and opened up her chest. Within, she found some clothes to change into, choosing a simple white salwar kameez. She found the en suite bathroom and washed up then changed. Just as she came back out, the door clicked and a worker came in.

"Mr. Raizada requests your presence downstairs," he said.

Khushi nodded and followed him. When she got downstairs, she was taken into the dining room. Arnav sat at the head of the large table and the worker led her to him.

"Ah, good, you're right on time," Arnav said. "Sit."

Khushi glanced at the worker and then at Arnav. He waited for her to sit and Khushi couldn't believe he was asking her to.

Shouldn't only the wealthy sit at such a fine table?

"Sit," Arnav gritted.

Khushi did as he said and looked down. Dinner was served and Khushi looked down at it. At least it was Desi food, and not something else.

"I knew you would only be able to eat this kind of food, so I specifically told the chef to cook Indian food."

Khushi looked up at him. "Why are you doing this," she whispered.

Arnav looked at his men and with a nod they all left, clearing the room. When they did, Arnav leaned forward, folding his arms on the table.

"Here's how this is going to work Khushi," he began. "I will marry you for reasons I only know of. You will become my wife and I will be faithful to you by only fucking you."

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes.

"I am a good man, and I'll keep my word. You, however, will simply display to the world that we are in love. While that happens on the front, I will fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want. You will be nothing more than my legally wedded wife that I like to fuck. Other than that, you're not important to me and not essential to me."

Khushi looked down, tears forming in her eyes.

"Is that understood?"

Khushi shook her head. "No. It makes no sense! Why did you buy me-?"

"That's for me to know. So now, behave like a good girl and eat," he gritted.

But Khushi couldn't bring herself to eat. It was clear that she would simply be a fuck for Arnav Singh Raizada, however he would please. She wasn't of any matter to him, nor as he said, essential. It only made her heart cave in more, hurting her.

All Khushi had ever hoped for was to be loved and to be wanted by someone. To be loved by a man who needed her. But with what lied for her up ahead, Khushi believed that it would never happen.

Chapter Four

Khushi gaped at the man. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at him, then Ichchha Baai, then back at him.

Ichchha Baai smiled and she took a seat on the lounger behind her. "So, I have finally been graced with the presence of Arnav Singh Raizada in my brothel. How lucky am I," she smirked lightly.

Khushi moved towards her and stood behind her, holding onto the lounger.

"I wouldn't say it's luck," Arnav replied. "I am here to simply buy the girl."

Khushi's eyes flew up to his. He was very serious.

"To buy?" Ichchha Baai chuckled. "Raizada Saab, my girls aren't for sale."

Arnav opened the briefcase and held it out. "Not even for ten million?"

Khushi's eyes widened at the briefcase. There was nothing but bills upon bills in the case. Ichchha Baai leaned closer to get a better glimpse.

"There's five million in here and a check for five million in my pocket. However if a check is an issue, I have men standing by with the remaining five million by my car outside this brothel."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing and continued to stare at the man.

Ichchha Baai leaned back and draped her arm over the lounger. "And why should I let you buy my girls?"

"Wrong. Girl."

Ichchha Baai's eyebrows shot up. "Ten million for just one girl? Why is that," she smirked lightly.

"I have an interest."

Arnav looked at Khushi and Khushi froze. The feeling she had within her was now gone and she felt scared. She glanced down Ichchha Baai, who was now looking up at her.

Ichchha Baai held her hand out to Khushi. "Come around dear."

Khushi took her hand and came forward. She knelt down to the ground and looked down at the floor.

"If I'm not mistaken Raizada Saab, you wish to purchase my newest jewel for ten million? A girl who has never been touched by a man nor penetrated by one."

"Yes," Arnav simply replied, his face expressionless.

"And why is that?"

"That's for me to know," he said with full authority in his voice.

Ichchha Baai simply nodded and hummed. "But are my girls to your standards?"

Arnav opened his mouth, but Ichchha Baai cut him off.

"I've heard rumors about you Raizada Saab. While your brother comes here to my brothel to play with my girls, you toy with, as I heard, fancier types of girls. Girls who are much more modern rather than our traditional girls. What is it that now has you taking a liking for them?"

"As I have said woman, that is for me to know."

Ichchha Baai laughed, tossing her head back. "Oh Raizada Saab, you truly are something else, much different than your drunken brother."

"That I'm well aware of."

She smirked lightly. "Well, are you absolutely sure?"

Khushi looked up at her wide eyes. What?

"Yes," Arnav replied.

"Really? Take a good look." Ichchha Baai held Khushi's chin and had her look at Arnav. "Such fair skin as if the moon were shining down upon her. Such beautiful eyes that change with the color of her surroundings. Such luscious lips that beacon you to kiss them. And of course no man has penetrated her, simply the toys she loves to play with, as well as the girls that have trained with her. Are you sure you want her?"

"Yes. However if the money is not enough for you-"

"Oh no, it's more than enough. You may have her, though I do prefer all cash."

Khushi looked at Ichchha Baai with disbelief. She couldn't believe the woman she thought of as a mother was now selling her away to a rich stranger. As Ichchha Baai had her stand up, the world became numb to Khushi. She saw Ichchha Baai opening the doors and her two ladies-in-waiting turn to her. She saw Arnav hand Ichchha Baai the briefcase and her say saying something to her ladies as she handed one of them the case. The other came forward and took Khushi, while the other one left. Arnav and Ichchha Baai exchanged a few more words as she left the room.

Khushi didn't know what to think. Was this what her life would be? Just being sold away from one person to another? First her drunken father, which she no longer cared about, but Ichchha Baai? The one who helped raise her and become everything she is today? How could she do that to her?

Khushi looked around and saw some of the other girls. As she went downstairs, she saw Payal, Seema, and Sheetal huddled together, and when they saw Khushi, they looked at her in confusion.

"Where is she being taken," Sheetal wondered aloud.

They watched as Khushi was taken away and followed not far behind.

Khushi was taken outside where a bunch of men stood by three cars.

"Who came over tonight, and why is Khushi being taken to those cars," Payal questioned.

Khushi stood numbly as Ichchha Baai's woman held her by her arm. Pretty soon, Ichchha Baai, Rita Baai, and Ichchha Baai's other woman came down and the woman came forward with Khushi's belongings. Arnav came out and Payal, Seema, and Sheetal gawked at him.

"Is it really him," Seema questioned.

"Do my eyes deceive me," Payal gasped.

"It's really him. It's Raizada Saab," Sheetal gaped.

Arnav went towards his car and stood by it, holding his hands in front of him. Khushi still couldn't believe this was happening and looked at Ichchha Baai.

"A fair trade, please, Raizada Saab," Ichchha Bai said.

"Of course."

With a snap of his fingers, one of Arnav's men came forward and held out a briefcase. Arnav took it and stepped forward, and Ichchha Baai came forward, taking a hold of Khushi as she walked forward. Khushi looked at her in disbelief as they walked towards Arnav. When the two stood before each other, Arnav held out the briefcase.

"Count it all if you wish," he said.

"I've heard enough about you to know that Arnav Singh Raizada is no cheat. Here," she said, holding out Khushi's hand.

Khushi looked up at Arnav and as Ichchha Baai took the briefcase, he took hold of her.

In that second, Khushi's brain kicked into gear. "Malkeen, please, don't! Rita Baai!"

Rita held her hand to her chest as her tears flowed down her cheeks. She wanted to stop Arnav from taking Khushi, but no one would ever dare to go against Ichchha Baai's words.

Ichchha Baai waved her hand and the worker brought Khushi's belongings forward.

"All of her clothes and belongings are in here," Ichchha Baai confirmed.

Without a word, Arnav took Khushi towards the car, even though Khushi pulled and tried to free herself. She cried out to the others, but to no avail did anyone come forward. Arnav's workers came forward and took hold of Khushi. They took her to the car and seated her inside, Arnav going around and sitting down. His driver shut the door and all of Arnav's men went into their cars. Soon, they began to pull away.

Rita Baai watched as the man took away her Khushi. When the cars disappeared, Rita Baai looked down and cried. The other workers looked in shock, whispering to each other.

"Oh my gosh," Payal breathed.

"I can't believe she did that," Seema muttered.

"But why," Sheetal wondered.

Ichchha Baai turned back around and went towards Rita Baai. She placed her hand on Rita Baai's shoulder, and she looked up at her.

"Why did you give her away," Rita Baai said through her tears.

"Because we all must face our destiny someday."

With that, Ichchha Baai turned back towards her home and went inside. Rita Baai looked up to the heavens above and prayed for Khushi's well being.

Chapter Forty Eight

That night, both Arnav and Aryan didn't sleep in their rooms. Not once did they complain, although how could one complain if they refused to talk? Dinner was absolutely quiet, the ladies looking at their husbands, trying to figure out what was up. Once dinner was complete, the two men washed up and went to their individual rooms.

"This is odd," Khushi said.

"I really don't understand what they're up to, nor what their reasoning is for locking up those spare rooms."

"Wait, Ammu, you don't think they're...."

Shalini scrunched her eyebrows. "They're what?"

"Do you think they're making the babies' rooms?"

Shalini thought about it. "That would explain the teddy bears."

Khushi burst into a smile. "That's so sweet of them!"

"But why are they being so secretive," Shalini huffed.

"Hmm... that's a good question."

*~*

Later that night, Khushi was restless. She just couldn't fall asleep. So she got up and decided to head down to the kitchen and eat some cereal, since she was suddenly in the mood for it. As Khushi headed towards the stairs, she noticed Shalini walking down the end of the hall. Immediately, Khushi realize that she was going to where Aryan was sleeping.

Khushi headed down to the kitchen and when she entered, she saw Arnav sitting on the island, causing her to flinch.

Khushi held her chest. "You scared me."

Arnav simply gave a nod and continued eating his grilled cheese sandwich. Khushi picked up the smell of his sandwich and she walked towards it, as if it were curling its finger at here in a come-hither motion. Khushi stood in front of Arnav and eyed the other uneaten half of his grilled cheese. Arnav glanced down at the other half and then at her. It was clear from the look on her face that she wanted it, especially because she was slightly drooling.

"Arnav-"

"No."

Khushi's wide eyes shot up to his. "You would deny your pregnant wife of food?!"

Instead of answering her, Arnav got up, taking his plate with him. Khushi followed behind like a puppy eager for him to drop the sandwich.

Arnav opened up the fridge and handed her an apple.

"An apple? That's not filling!"

"It's healthy, eat it."

"A grilled cheese is healthy," she pouted with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest.

"There's a lot of butter in here, I don't want my kid to get fat."

Khushi scoffed. "He won't get fat from a little bit of butter."

"You've already had enough butter and oils today. No more."

"Arnav!"

"I said no."

"You're horrible!"

Arnav didn't say anything, so Khushi groaned and went to get the cinnamon toast crunch. She filled up her bowl with cereal and milk and grumpily ate. As she chewed grumpily, she stared down the back of Arnav's head, hoping she would somehow gain laser vision and would create a hole through his head, just to get the other half of the sandwich.

"Khushi stop it."

"I'm not doing anything," she said, still staring at him.

"I can feel it Khushi, stop."

Khushi huffed and dropped her spoon in the bowl with a clatter. "Good! Soon you'll feel a hole in your head too!"

Arnav turned to her, his expression reading really with humor. Khushi squinted and scrunched up her face, praying for laser vision to come to her now. Arnav could only chuckle and he finished the last bite of his sandwich. Khushi gasped dramatically and ran over to him, taking hold of his shirt into her fists.

"You ate it all,"she shrieked.

"Yes-"

"How could you?"

Khushi tried to pull his mouth open, tugging on his chin. Arnav was completely humored and continued to chew the last bite of the sandwich and gulped it down. Khushi stepped away with a gasp, her hand over her heart. She heard her stomach grumble and in a flash, her shock went away and was replaced with sorrow, Khushi beginning to cry.

"What the? Khushi-"

He had tried to reach out for her but Khushi pushed his hand away and continued to cry, wailing like a screaming banshee.

"Khushi, babe, please-"

Khushi wailed even louder, almost taking out Arnav's ears.

"Okay- okay! I'll make you another one, I'll make you another one!!"

Khushi hushed down a bit. "Really," she sniffled.  

"Yes, really."

Khushi sniffled and wiped away her tears with her sleeve and Arnav worked on making another grilled cheese sandwich. Khushi sat on the island and waited for her sandwich, bouncing like a little kid on the stool. Once the sandwich was prepped and given to her, Khushi dug in and Arnav watched his wife gulp down the entire sandwich and burp loudly like a fat truck driver. All she was missing was a cap and a beer in her hand, not to mention a gun.

Maybe the gun would be a bit too dangerous for her to handle... especially since she's pregnant, Arnav thought.

Khushi wiped off some cheese from the corner of her mouth. "What are you thinking about?"

Arnav shook his head and leaned over the island to wipe some crumbs off the tip of her nose. Khushi's eyes narrowed as he did and then she chuckled as he brushed it clean. Hearing her chuckle made Arnav smile softly. He rested his chin in his hand and watched her devour the sandwich. Even though she was getting crumbs all over her and cheese all over her face, he found her adorable more than anything.

Khushi paused on the finger she was licking clean. "What?"

Arnav shook his head again.

Khushi looked down and finished licking her finger clean. "You ignored me today," she said in a low voice.

Arnav straightened and tilted his head, crossing his arms. "I didn't ignore you."

"Y-yes you did."

"Khushi-"

Khushi's shoulder's began to quiver and Arnav knew she was about to start crying again. He went around the island and tugged at her chin, making her look at him.

"I didn't ignore you."

"Yes you did," she nearly whispered.

Arnav sighed and sat down in a stool beside her.

"You ignored me because you're mad at me because I agreed with Ammu and you and Papa avoided us all day because both of you were so mad at us that you're keeping secrets and-"

"Breathe Khushi, breathe."

Khushi's lower lip trembled and Arnav sighed. He stood up and Khushi's eyes shot up to his. Khushi reached out and grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave. But Arnav wasn't leaving, at least, not alone. He picked her up and carried her in his arms. He walked through the house and went upstairs, taking them to their room. Closing the door with his foot, Arnav went over to the bed and laid her down.

"Get some sleep," he said softly.

Arnav pulled back but Khushi quickly took hold of his hand. "Don't go."

Arnav smiled softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Pulling back the duvet, Arnav got in bed beside her and held her to him. Khushi buried her face into his chest and inhaled his scent. This was exactly what she needed - her husband, her love, right beside her. Her restlessness was gone and she could relax... somewhat.

Khushi still felt guilty for making Arnav feel the way he did earlier. She felt so guilty, that she started crying again.

Arnav pulled back slightly. "Khushi? Baby why are you crying," he asked softly.

Khushi sniffled. "Hormones."

Caressing her cheek, he made her look at him. "Just that?"

Khushi bit her quivering lip. "I'm sorry Arnav, I don't like it when you ignore me or are upset with me, I just don't," she cried.

"Hush," he soothed, pulling her back to him. "It was nothing Khushi, I wasn't mad at you nor ignoring you. Okay, yeah, maybe dad and I were upset a little bit in the beginning that you both felt that way, but we understand where you're coming from. In a way, you're right - you're carrying our baby and having so many struggles, and here we are, still normal."

Khushi sniffled.

"But I wasn't mad at you Khushi."

Khushi pulled back to look at him. "Then why didn't you open the door earlier to the baby's room?"

"Khushi, the fumes aren't good for you or our child, the room is a mess! I can't have you going in there."

"Really? You weren't ignoring me?"

Arnav sighed with a soft smile. "How could I keep myself away from you? When you tried to stay away from me, do you remember how hard it was? On me especially?"

Khushi remembered back to the old days when they were simply boyfriend and girlfriend. She remembered how hard she had tried to avoid him and how hard it was on the two of them.

"We've come a long way since then," Arnav said softly.

Khushi nodded and caressed his cheek.

Arnav placed his hand over Khushi's abdomen and kissed her forehead. "I love you Khushi, you know that, don't you?"

Khushi nodded. "I do," she whispered.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you Arnav - more than anything in the entire world."

Arnav smiled and kissed her forehead again. Moving down, he placed his head over her abdomen. "Hear that princess? Your mom loves me more than anything. I love her too more than anything as well. But once you get here, well, we'll have to see."

Khushi smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.

"And if you're not a princess but a prince, always remember that she loves me more than you."

"Arnav," Khushi chuckled.

Arnav held his hands up. "Hey, I'm innocent, I'm just saying the facts."

Khushi chuckled and got up, placing her hand over her abdomen. "I love you both equally, how about that?"

"No, you just said you love me more, no take backs."

Khushi frowned. "Things will change once he gets here."

"Well until then, I'm number one."

Khushi tossed her head back with laughter. "Oh Arnav. Okay fine, until then."

"And even after."

"Arnav!"

"What?"

Khushi was about to say something, when she paused then gasped. "Oh my gosh!"

Arnav's eyebrows met at the middle. "What's wrong?"

Khushi took his hand and placed it over her abdomen. "Did you feel that?"

"What-?" Arnav paused. "It... like a flutter...."

"That's our baby," Khushi grinned.

Arnav gasped. "No way." He put his ear against her tummy and felt the fluttering. "Whoa."

For the rest of the night, the couple spoke an marveled with their child, who even though wasn't out in the world yet, was already in their world.

While the young couple patched up in their own way, on the other side of the house, well, if Shalini wasn't pregnant all this time, she sure would be now.

Chapter Three

Khushi didn't sleep one bit that night. She had heard of the things Dhruv Singh Raizada could do, and it sounded very harsh. Once the sun began to rise, Khushi finally got up to wash up. Once that was complete, she opened the door and looked outside. There were only a few people around, working. Behind her, Khushi heard a groan. She turned back and saw Dhruv stirring. She moved closer to see if he truly was waking up, when Dhruv brought his hand over his eyes.

"Holy fuck," he breathed.

It was obvious to Khushi that he was suffering from a hang over. She had heard that he would drink a lot.

Dhruv slowly got up and held his head. Khushi poured him some water and handed it to him. Dhruv drank it down and looked up at Khushi.

"You're still wearing clothes," he said.

Khushi pursed her lips.

"Did I fall asleep?"

Khushi looked down and nodded.

Dhruv held his head and the groaned. "What the fuck," he roared.

Khushi's eyes widened and she stepped back.

Dhruv noticed and he got up, ignoring the swirl in his head. "Where do you think you're going?"

He grabbed her arm harshly, causing Khushi to yelp.

"She isn't going anywhere..."

Khushi and Dhruv looked up to see Ichchha Baai at the door.

"... however you are leaving."

Dhruv knew better than to mess with this woman so he reached into his pocket, pulled out some bills, and tossed them on the bed. Before leaving, he turned to Khushi.

"Don't worry sweet stuff," he whispered to her. "I'll be back to fuck that cunt of yours relentlessly."

Khushi gasped and looked at him in horror as he left the room. Ichchha Baai glanced at him as he went past her, and then looked at Khushi.

"Come here child."

Khushi ran over to her and hugged her.

"There, there, child. Did he do anything to you?"

"No, he fell asleep," she whispered.

Ichchha Baai hummed and ran her hand over Khushi's head. "It's okay, he's gone now. If I knew he would be coming, I would have waited a bit more longer before putting you out there."

Rita Baai came towards them and looked at Khushi. "Khushi, are you okay."

Khushi let go of Ichchha Baai and hugged Rita.

"I can't believe he came on her first day," she huffed. "We can't put her out again."

"He won't be back for at least two days," Ichchha Baai said. "I've followed his patterns. Now if Khushi is willing to perform-"

"I will Malkeen," Khushi said, turning to her.

"Child, are you sure," Rita Baai said, running her hand over Khushi's head.

Khushi nodded. "I'm sure. I don't want to let you down Malkeen."

Ichchha Baai caressed her face. "You could never let me down, Khushi."

*~*

Khushi was in her room, looking at her jewelry, deciding what she would wear tonight. She wanted to dress up extra special, as it was her birthday. Suddenly, there was a knock at her door and Payal, Seema, and Sheetal came in.

"You're performing again tonight," Payal asked, surprised.

Khushi nodded.

"But I thought I was supposed to go tonight," Sheetal said.

Khushi shrugged and pursed her lips.

Before Sheetal could say anything, Seema cut her off.

"What happened between you and Dhruv Saab?"

Khushi shook her head. "Nothing, he fell asleep."

The three of them gaped at her.

"He fell asleep," Payal gasped.

Khushi nodded and the three looked at each other as Khushi looked back down at her jewelry.

"How did he fall asleep," Seema asked.

"He was very drunk," Khushi replied.

"But he always gets drunk! How could he-?"

"Girls."

All four looked up to see Rita Baai.

"Go to your rooms and let Khushi get ready, she is to perform tonight."

"But what about me Rita Baai," Sheetal asked.

"It is Malkeen's wish."

Sheetal looked down. No one had any higher word than Malkeen, and no one could say anything to her.

"Now come on, let's go. You also have to get ready, or have you decided to not come down tonight like last night?"

The girls shook their heads and left.

Rita Baai turned to Khushi and sat down beside her. "Are you nervous, child?"

Khushi shook her head, but Rita Baai knew she was lying.

"You know that I can tell, don't you?"

Khushi sighed and looked down.

"Don't worry," she smiled softly. "He won't be back tonight. Tonight will be much better, perhaps even the best night of your life, as it is your birthday."

Khushi looked up at her. "You think so," she asked.

"I know so."

But only the future would decide if tonight would be Khushi's best night, or her worst.

*~*

Khushi decided that tonight, she would wear a red choli. Putting on her jewelry, she placed her dupatta over her head and headed downstairs. The lights were dimmed and workers were preparing for the evening. Khushi took her seat on the floor and fully covered her face. Once people came in and the musicians were set, the candles were lit and the music began.

Khushi sung and danced freely, as she felt something bloom within her. Something in her body told her tonight would be different, that tonight would much better than the night before. As far as Khushi could see, Dhruv wasn't here, and she wasn't worried at all.

When her performance was over, she bowed down to the audience and they cheered. Khushi went away to let the next girl perform, when once again a worker came to her to tell her that she had been requested and to go up to a room. This time Khushi did feel nervous, however she didn't feel scared. She still had that feeling within her, so she tried to gather up her confidence, reminded herself of her teachings, and went upstairs to the room.

When Khushi got inside, she saw a man standing by the window. With a deep breath, she closed the door and slowly went towards him. The man stayed still even though he knew of her presence.
Khushi went behind him and as she reached him, the man turned around and faced her.

Khushi gasped. From the light that burned from the candles, Khushi couldn't help but to gaze at the beautiful man before her. He was handsome, tall, well dressed, with beautiful chocolate eyes that Khushi desired to be gazed with.

He stepped forward and looked down at her as she looked up at him. Khushi felt desire build within her and she couldn't help but to wonder why this man was simply standing here and not doing anything to her.

"Your name is Khushi, yes," he asked.

Khushi slightly tilted her head. "Uh, y-yes.... But how did you-?"

There was a knock at the door and the man went to it. He opened the door, revealing Ichchha Baai.

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Malkeen, what are you-?"

"I was requested," she replied, looking up at the man.

"Requested?"

"So it would seem."

She stepped in, telling her two ladies-in-waiting behind her to stand outside. They simply nodded and Ichchha Baai closed the door and locked it. She stepped forward and turned to the man.

"And to whose wishes have I been requested," she asked.

The man turned back to a table and picked up a briefcase. "The name is Arnav Singh Raizada and I am here to buy this girl."



So idk about you guys, but that last line makes me so damn giddy lmaoo

Chapter Two

"I can't believe this," Payal exclaimed, sitting down on her bed with a huff.

"Relax Payal, you don't want anyone else to hear you going against Malkeen's words," Seema warned.

"But tonight was supposed to be my night!"

"It's always your night."

"That's not true. You and Sheetal go sometimes, even the girls older than us!"

"Yes, but now-a-days, you perform the most."

"Well it can't be helped if I'm the best dancer!"

Seema rolled her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. "That may be, but I'm better looking than you."

Payal rolled her eyes.

"I'm bolder and sexier than anyone else. When men see me, they crave for my body, as if they would die without me."

"Sure," Sheetal said, joining them with an apple in her hand. "But my voice seduces a man by the slightest bit. At least I don't have to display my body," she smirked, biting into her apple.

"At least my men don't go into dismay when they see what they end up with," Seema smirked.

Sheetal scowled and Seema took her apple and took a bite.

"Why you-!"

"Forget her," Payal said, getting up. "What took you so long?"

Sheetal turned her attention Payal. "Oh yeah, I completely forgot."

"Well?"

Sheetal had them all sit down. "Be grateful that neither of you are performing tonight."

"Why," both asked.

"Because he's coming."

*~*

Khushi looked at all of the clothes and jewelry before her. She had never seen so many before that were just for her. Whenever she did, it was for her and the other three to choose between.

"Malkeen got these all for me," Khushi beamed.

Rita Baai nodded. "Mm hmm. Her beautiful girl has to look stunning on her first night after all."

Khushi smiled from end to end and picked up some of the jewelry. "They're beautiful," she gushed.

Rita Baai smiled. "Now quickly decide what you'll wear tonight. You do have to get ready after all."

Khushi nodded and gave her a hug. "I'm so nervous Rita Baai."

Rita Baai caressed her face and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry, all will be well."

*~*

Men began to pour into the brothel, and Payal, Seema, and Sheetal watched from above.

"Are you sure he's going to be here," Payal whispered.

"That's what I heard," Sheetal said.

"How can you be so sure," Seema asked.

"Am I ever wrong?"

Before any of them could answer, the lights went down. Music began to play and Khushi came out. She sung and danced her heart out, smiling away. As she did, another man came in. He slipped within the shadows and took a seat. With a snap of his fingers, he was brought a drink. He gulped it down and got another, and watched Khushi.

She was new and he knew it, coming to the brothel so often. She was beautiful to him, and he would have her, no matter what.

Khushi ended her performance and the men drunkenly clapped and cheered for her. As she bowed down to thank them, one of the workers came to her and told her to go up to a room. Khushi nodded and began to head up. She was nervous and scared. Although she had learned everything up to this point, she didn't want to do this. All these years they had learned, they had used each other and toys to learn of pleasure. But now, to be with an actual man, scared Khushi.

As Khushi got to the room, she was pulled inside and the man shut the door. She looked up to see who it was but the light was off, only the candles being their faint source of light.

"You are so sexy," the man slurred.

Khushi gulped. For some reason, she felt fear grow within her.

"Those eyes... so beautiful."

Khushi slowly backed away.

"Come here you sexy cunt. You're new."

Khushi gasped. How does he know?

He moved closer to her and came into the light. Instantly, Khushi recognized him. He came closer, but he tripped on the rug and landed on the bed, face forward. Khushi's eyes were wide as she looked down at the man. He began to softly snore and Khushi let out a sigh of relief. Picking his legs up, she properly placed him on the bed and let him sleep. She couldn't leave yet, as it was against the rules, so she sat down beside him and watched Dhruv Singh Raizada sleep.

*~*

Payal, Seema, and Sheetal were hanging out in Seema's room

"That Khushi is a goner," Sheetal said.

"And it's her first night. What bad luck she has," Payal snickered.

"If she was as good as me, it wouldn't have been a problem," Seema said.

Payal scoffed and moved to her vanity to brush her hair. "As if. You even said so yourself that he's rough, and you can take rough."

"Well yeah, but it only helped me to learn to take it more."

"Yeah right," Sheetal said, tossing her hair back.

"Oh please, don't complain. Don't you remember the last time when he took us both?"

"He had my wrists bound behind me and then tied it down to my legs! I had to sit there and take his cock in however he moved me."

"Well it's not like he had full control. Remember how he was eating my pussy while he did that to you?"

Sheetal frowned.

"You think that's bad," Payal scoffed. "He tied me down to the bed and had me take his cock in my mouth. I didn't even get my release because he denied me of it, no matter how much I begged!"

"And that's when you went to Sheetal, right," Seema smirked.

Payal frowned.

"Okay, so he's a bit more rough? So what? Dhruv Saab has money and he's good in bed. Besides that one time, has he ever not made you cum?"

Both girls looked down.

"And remember when he took all three of us together?"

Payal and Sheetal remembered that day clearly.

"And did you both cum?"

"Yes-"

"So?"

Sheetal frowned. "We have experience, but Khushi? The girl's never taken a cock up her cunt."

"Serves her right for taking my night," Payal scowled.

Seema chuckled and Sheetal shook her head.

"So, are we having a threesome or not?"

The other two nodded and let the fun begin.

Chapter One

Khushi quickly threw her dupatta around her as she ran out of her room. She had once again been staring at the mirror for too long to perfect her looks. If she were late by even one second, she knew she would get a mouthful from Ichchha Baai. Running down the stairs, Khushi went down the hall and joined the other girls in Ichchha Baai's main room. This room had been their teaching quarters ever since they were eighteen. When they were children, growing up, they would learn their education in a separate room, being taught by a teacher. Once they turned eighteen, they were completed with their education and began to learn for when they would begin to perform. They learned to sing here, dance, seduce, and much more in the art of seduction.

Ichchha Baai came in and everyone bowed as she sat in her chair. The maid beside her handed her the hookah pipe beside her and Ichchha Baai took it, dismissing her. The four girls looked up at her and sat on their knees.

"You have all learned of what you needed to for your education years ago. Some wonder why I choose to do this, and that is because a woman must be smart as well. If women are to just be housewives and take care of children, how will they help if their child has a question. But you, my darlings, have only learned to prove to our male visitors that you are so much more than a lovely body."

Khushi, Payal, Seema, and Sheetal nodded.

Ichchha Baai inhaled from her pipe and let out the smoke. "Strip."

The girls did as she said, remaining in nothing but their natural glory.

"Look at yourselves. Look at what beautiful bodies you have. Touch yourself. Feel what you have been blessed with."

The girls did as she said.

"Be proud of what you own. Learn to use it to your advantage. Now look at the others."

They did as she said.

"We are all different. Some smaller and some bigger. But the pleasure you can get isn't any different. Sheetal, Seema, rise and come before me."

The two girls did as she said.

"Rita, demonstrate."

Rita baai nodded and got up. "All women are different, but pleasure, is pleasure my dears. A simple touch can do many things."

Rita touched Sheetal's erected peaks, and Sheetal took in a sharp breath She then did the same to Seema, and she reacted the same.

"See? Pleasure is pleasure, and no matter what size you are, the result is the same."

Khushi and Payal nodded.

Rita sent Seema and Sheetal back to their spots.

"Face each other," Ichchha Baai said.

The girls did as she said.

"Now pair up."

Khushi and Sheetal paired up, while Payal paired up with Seema.

"It isn't always necessary to only feel pleasure from a man. For the past few years, I have taught you how a man can pleasure you and how you can pleasure yourself. I'm sure you've been practicing."

The girls nodded anyways.

"Now you must learn that your companions can also pleasure you. We have been doing this for a while now, and I hope you will all soon master this. Khushi, Payal - lay down."

The two did as she said.

"Sheetal, Seema - pleasure them but only by touching."

The two did as she said, and Khushi and Payal shivered.

"Man or not," Ichchha Baai continued, "we are all still human. And in this day of time, even women come and visit us here. You must learn to pleasure your customers well, be it that they are male or female. Now, check to see if you are wet."

The girls checked and nodded.

"Lick you partner's finger clean."

Khushi took Sheetal's finger into her mouth and did so, tasting her.

"Now check you partner and repeat."

Khushi checked if Sheetal was wet and put her finger in Sheetal's mouth. Sheetal placed her finger in her mouth and Khushi tasted herself.

"Learn your taste. Learn to understand the different tastes of others. Now, cross your leg over the others and bring your bodies closer."

Khushi crossed her leg over Sheetal's and pulled her body closer to her.

"Feel with your cunt. Feel how wet the other is. Feel the anticipation, the desire, the want."

All Khushi could think about was being wanted.

"Now show your passion."

Khushi slowly began to grind her lower half against Sheetal's lower half. Payal and Seema were doing the same, all four girls moving slowly.

"As you gradually build, increase the pace. Understand the other's wants. Take over them and show them the passion and desire you feel. Show them the want and how essential you are to their desire."

Khushi increased her pace and held onto Sheetal's leg. She felt herself build and needed more. She noticed Payal and Seema beside her from the corner of her eyes, and saw how Seema had moved Payal back and controlled her.

"Don't ever be afraid to take control."

Khushi took in Ichchha Baai's words, and moved Sheetal back. She moved her legs apart and laid her flat, then came in between and continued to grind against her. She held her down by placing her hand over Sheetal's throat, but not to tightly. Khushi thought of nothing else but of her pleasure.She held Sheetal's leg to her chest for balance, shutting everything else out but for her want of release.

"Remember to think of your partner," Khushi heard Ichchha Baai say.

She looked down at Sheetal and did Ichchha Baai said. She raised Sheetal's leg up and began to kiss it. Sheetal moaned and Khushi loosened her grip over Sheetal's throat. Sheetal began to urge Khushi's body against her.

"That's it, Khushi and Sheetal. Show your passion and want for each other. Desire each other. Show the other what you want."

I want to be desired, Khushi thought to herself. I want to be wanted. I want my release.

Khushi let go of Sheetal and took both of her legs in her hands. She held them up and sat over her cunt and continued to grind against her. Both cried out in pleasure, wanting their release more than ever.

"Good job girls, give in to your pleasure. Whoever cums first, shall be rewarded."

Khushi only aimed to find her release. Perhaps if she came first, then Ichchha Baai would let her start early, rather than wait for twenty first birthday, even though it was tomorrow.

Khushi maneuvered them again and pushed Sheetal down onto her back. She forced her legs apart and held onto her leg and rode her cunt like she never had before. Khushi moaned and cried out, close to her release. She could hear Seema getting close too, but she would not give up. She bent Sheetal's leg down farther and laid down on it as the two grinded against each other. Within seconds, Khushi came, crying out loud.

"Ride out your release Khushi, don't stop," she heard Ichchha Baai say. "Sheetal, help her."

Khushi did as she said, shaking from an intense orgasm as Sheetal continued to grind against her and spanked her ass. Khushi came down from her high and breathed heavily.

"Stop."

The other three girls stopped and they all looked at Ichchha Baai. She stood up and went over to Khushi. Khushi looked up at her with hopeful eyes as Ichchha baai caressed her face.

"You have truly mastered the art of pleasure."

Seema glared at Khushi.

"You shall be rewarded."

"Thank you," Khushi sighed.

With a smile, she pulled back and sat in her seat. "Lick her clean."

Khushi moved back and the other girls came forward and did as Ichchha baai said.

"Do you feel that Khushi. That is your success."

Khushi leaned back on her hands as the girls cleaned her up.

"Don't ever forget the art of passion, especially with a man. Now that you've pleasured yourself, have learned of what pleasure could be like with a man, and how pleasure feels from a woman, you are all truly ready."

Khushi looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"Congratulation Khushi, tonight will be your first night."

Khushi gasped and the other three looked at Ichchha Baai, Payal trying hard to hide her scowl.

"Really," Khushi asked with bright eyes.

Ichchha Baai nodded and Khushi went rushing over to her and hugged her.

"Thank you so much," Khushi beamed.

She truly couldn't wait for tonight!

Prologue

All I've ever wanted was to be wanted - to be desired by someone, to be essential to someone. However, all my life, I have been a no one. When I entered the world, my mother left it, leaving me behind with my drunken father. I don't know if he has always been that way. As far as I knew him, he was always a drunk, wasting money on booze. That caused him to get into trouble, leading to big trouble. He took loans from people so that he could buy more booze, as I would hide some of his earnings for food. But my father would only borrow more and more money, putting him into debt. He was under a huge debt and he was being threatened to pay back. Having no money, he didn't know what to do.

Then I revealed to him the money I had hidden from him. It only earned me a beating and he simply wasted it on more booze. The man lived off of it, his mind only thinking of when he could have his next drink. It was the reason why he became known as the town drunk. But my father didn't care. He only thought of alcohol and getting money for his alcohol. He would do whatever it took for him to get money in his hands - pick-pocketing, begging.

Even selling his own daughter.

At the age of seven, my father sold me to Ichchha Baai. She was the owner of the only brothel in our town. The woman held power, people moving out of the way when they saw her palki. With the number of girls she had, she made as much money as the wealthy, even more than some. When my father had discovered this, he had ran over to her home and begged for money. The woman had denied him though, saying that she would never give money away to a drunkard like him.

And that was when he offered me.

My father sold me and I became hers. All relations were broken off and I was no longer his daughter. I now belonged to her, my Malkeen.

For years, she and her fellow ladies raised me. What once seemed a palace to me became known as my home. As I grew, I learned to sing and dance. My ankles would always be adorned with anklets, be it the bells I wore for when I danced, or the anklets Malkeen would gift to me.

As the years passed, I forgot about my father. Malkeen and Rita Baai were the closest things I knew to a mother. Payal, Seema, and Sheetal were the closest things I had to friends. As children, we were the best of friends, but as we got older, invisible walls formed between us. Though we would act as friends, it was clear that everyone was jealous of each other. At first, I wouldn't understand. I had always been nice to the girls, yet they would act behind my back.

But as I got older, I understood.

Payal was the best dancer, true to her name as her payals would clink. Seema mastered the art of seduction, surely to catch any man's attention. And Sheetal carried a lovely tune, her voice catching men, them floating to our doors to hear more.

And I knew nothing.

Rita Baai told me numerous times that I was wrong because I was a master of all three. But I never believed it. That's because when we turned eighteen and began our lessons, Malkeen allowed Payal, Seema, and Sheetal to perform starting their nineteenth birthday. However, I would have to wait until I was twenty one.

I was jealous. I would watch from above, watching the girls perform and taking men up to the rooms. Every time I would pass them, the girls would always ask me to do one of their chores, as they were too busy. It seemed like I had become a maid!

Which is why as my twenty first birthday comes nearer and nearer, I am getting more and more excited. Maybe once I begin performing, I'll be wanted by my audience. And maybe some day, I will be whisked away from here by my white knight in shining armor.

But what did I know that a white knight wasn't waiting for me, but a black one.