Chapter Fifty Two

"What the-?! Ammu went into labor? How? When-?"

"We had just stepped out of the room and just like that, her water broke! She- Jaaneman!"

Aryan dashed over to Shalini, who was sitting in a wheelchair, holding onto her stomach, breathing heavily as a nurse pushed her.

"Jaaneman, are you okay?"

"Just breathing," Shalini replied. "It's been so long since this last happened."

The nurse pushed open the door to the room across from Khushi's and Aryan followed her in. They helped Shalini to lay down and as more nurses came in to do their work, Dr. Fields soon followed in.

"Alright Mrs. Raizada, looks like I'll be taking care of both of you for now."

"What do you mean for now," Aryan asked.

"If both are ready to push at the same time, I won't be able to deliver both babies. If that is the case, we have another doctor on stand-by, she is one of our top doctors, there won't be anything to worry about."

Shalini yelped out and Aryan dashed to her side.

"Jaaneman, are you okay?"

"Fucking contractions," she gritted.

"Dad, are you going to be okay here," Arnav asked.

"We'll be fine Chote, go to Khushi."

Arnav nodded and left the room, dashing over to Khushi, just as Dr. Fields was about to check how far along Shalini was.

Arnav entered Khushi's room and went over to her side. "Hey baby," he said softly, running his fingers through Khushi's hair.

Khushi opened her eyes and smiled at him softly. "Hey. How's Ammu and Papa doing? I'm sure sitting there like that is uncomfortable for Ammu."

"Uh, actually...."

Khushi looked at him curiously.

"Let's just say my little sister is a little too eager to come out early."

"What? Ammu is in labor?"

Arnav nodded. "She's not there yet, but Dr. Fields is taking care of her as well."

"That's good- ah! "

Khushi reached out and gripped Arnav's hand as another contraction came along.

"Wow they're coming in closer than before," Khushi said, biting her lower lip.

Just then, Dr. Fields came into the room. "Another contraction?"

Khushi nodded.

Dr. Fields nodded as well as she out on a pair of gloves. "Let's see how you're doing."

"I hope far enough."

"Well... you're at 6 centimeters," she said, removing her gloves. "It'll take a little bit more time."

Khushi sighed and Arnav ran his thumb over Khushi's hand.

"Don't worry Khushi. You're in good hands."

*~*

Hours passed, Arnav and Aryan notifying the family of anything. They were all excited and couldn't wait to come to the hospital first thing when visiting hours began.

More and more hours passed, when finally, Shalini was ready to deliver.

"Alright Shalini, when I tell you to, push, okay?"

Shalini nodded, gripping onto her husband's hand.

"Okay now... push!"

Shalini did as told and squeezed onto Aryan's hand as she cried out.

"Push!"

Shalini cried out again as she did, curling her body up as she did.

"She's almost here, just one more push."

Shalini pushed one last time, crying out as she did, and her cry was soon joined with another. Shalini plopped back and breathed heavily as Aryan ran his hand over her hair and the nurse dabbed her forehead clean of sweat.

"Mayor Raizada, would you like to cut the cord," Dr. Fields asked.

Aryan nodded and took the scissors from her and cut the cord. A nurse took the scissors from him while the other nurses cleaned up the baby and wrote down her information. Once she was cleaned up, the nurse handed her to Aryan and he couldn't believe his eyes.

His baby girl was here. Their dream of having a little girl had finally come true. All those years of misery, pain, and separation, and now there would be nothing but happiness and love.

Aryan walked over to Shalini. "Would you like to meet our little girl?"

Shalini nodded and the nurse helped her up. With tears in her eyes, Shalini held her arms out and Aryan placed the baby them. Her tears came streaming free as soon as she held her.

"Oh my gosh," Shalini cried as Aryan wrapped his arms around his wife. "I can't believe she's here."

Shalini placed kisses over the little ones face and smiled down at her. "Everything is perfect."

"Well, almost," Dr. Fields said, and the Raizada's looked up at her with confusion.

"Khushi is about to deliver her child."

*~*

Khushi's screams filled up the room and Arnav tried his best to calm his wife. However, it did no help whatsoever.

"I fucking swear Arnav Singh Raizada, I will fucking kill you after this," she growled.

Arnav had never been this scared in his life, but he tried his best to push it aside. It wasn't too hard, since Khushi's grip on him was tight and ready to squeeze the life out of him!

"Push Khushi," Dr. Padmavati told her.

Khushi screamed as she pushed once more, unable to bear it for another second.

"One more time, almost there."

With another push, she let out another cry.

Please come out already, Khushi cried.

When she was asked to push again, she did so with a loud scream and collapsed onto her back as another, louder cry filled the air. The nurses fluttered around in front of her, Khushi's vision still hazy. She heard the doctor speak and Arnav as well, but she paid no attention; she wanted to hold her child.

As soon as the newborn was cleaned and measured, the nurse handed the little bundle over to Arnav. Arnav couldn't believe his own eyes and his eyes flooded with tears. He couldn't believe that after all these months, his little bundle of joy was finally here!

"There's someone who'd like to meet you," he smiled at the babe.

Arnav went over to Khushi and she looked up at him.

"You were right Khushi," he smiled through his tears, and handed the infant over to her.

Khushi reached out eagerly and took hold of the child she had been carrying for so long and eager to meet. More tears streamed down as she gazed at her little baby boy.

"He's so beautiful," she cried, placing kisses all over the baby's face.

Arnav wrapped his arm around his wife as he sat down beside her. He held the child with her and looked at Khushi. "Thank you, Khushi. Thank you so much."

Khushi chuckled through her tears and Arnav placed a kiss on her forehead.

Now everything was perfect.

*~*

Both infants had been transported to their box-like cribs and taken to the nursery. While they were transported there, their mothers were taken to their individual rooms to rest. Both Khushi and Shalini were very much tired out, so they had fallen asleep. Both Arnav and Aryan had waited for the women to fall asleep before going over to the babies, but the nurse advised them to get some rest and get something to eat, as it had been a long night for them, plus it would be better if the babies slept in peace. So both Mr. Raizada's agreed and headed down to the hospital cafeteria, which was open 24 hours.

Surprisingly enough, the food was really good.

It was early into the morning and the Raizada men had eventually gone back to their wives' room to get some rest. They didn't sleep for long, as their excitement was much too high to keep them sleeping. The same could be said for the Mrs. Raizada's as they both woke up early too.

Khushi couldn't help but to smile at her husband. Arnav smiled back at her too before getting up from the chair and going over to her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and took her hand in his.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hi," Khushi replied with a raspy voice.

"How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted, but okay."

Arnav smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. Khushi smiled and glanced around the room.

"Where is he?"

"Probably making new friends as we speak," Arnav smiled.

"Oh? So he's already gone towards his father, hmm?"

Arnav couldn't help his smile. "I can't believe I'm a father."

Khushi reached out and caressed his face. "You are. A very handsome one too," she blushed.

"Is that so," he teased.

Khushi blushed even more and giggled as he nuzzled her cheek. "Stop, someone might come in."

"Like who?"

"Um... a nurse?"

Arnav chuckled and kept his hold on her. Khushi blushed and fussed, trying to get him to release her when the door opened, causing the couple to stop. Both looked up to see Dr. Fields and looked at her with confusion.

Something just didn't seem right.

"Good morning Dr. Fields," Arnav said. "Is everything alright?"

Both watched as the doctor glanced down at the floor, before taking a deep breath. At that moment, something just didn't set for Khushi. She could feel it in her heart, and only the worse could come to her mind.

"Dr. Fields," Khushi breathed.

Dr. Fields pursed her lips and Khushi's lips trembled.

"Please," she begged, her voice breathy.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor began.

Khushi felt a lump grow in her truth and tears came flowing free without her even realizing. "No..."

Arnav looked at the two with confusion. "Can someone please explain what is going on?"

With a gulp, Dr. Fields turned to Arnav, straightening herself. "I'm sorry Mr. Raizada but..."

"But what," Arnav asked, his voice much more fierce.

"But... I'm very sorry to say... your child..."

The world came crashing down for Khushi as she gasped and placed her hands over her mouth. Arnav's eyes widened as the worst came to his mind, but refused to believe.

"What happened to my son," Arnav gritted.

Dr. Fields took a shaky breath. She knew how big this was for first time parents, having their first child. But in her career, only twice had she ever had to give such news, and it was never easy. "He... we were monitoring him all night like with every other baby-"

"What happened. To. My. Son?!"

Dr. Fields recoiled and quickly tried to regain her composure. "He's passed away," she blurted.

As the world gave away for Arnav, his body became numb. Nothing worked, his body beginning to shut down, all except for his hearing, which filled with the screaming and crying of his wife.

In an instant his world had been completed, and in an instant, it had been torn to shreds.

Chapter Fifty One

"The countdown has begun Khushi."

"That it has Ammu. If only I knew how long I had."

Now heavily pregnant and in the month she was due, Khushi was very much waddling like a penguin. Here at the and, she had inflated up far more than she had before.

Shalini reached out and held her hand. "Don't worry sweetie. It's unpredictable when, but when he's ready, we'll all be prepared."

"Thank you Ammu," Khushi smiled. "And when she's ready to arrive, we'll be ready."

"Oh don't worry about me hun, I've got another month to go."

"In a way, you're lucky."

"That's true. But I really can't wait anymore, I just went her to arrive."

"Well if that's the case, her room had better be ready."

"If it isn't, then there's something wrong with her father. We found out months ago we're having a girl, so if he hasn't even picked out the wall color yet, there' going to be problems."

"Don't worry Jaaneman..."

Aryan came into the room, his son right behind him.

"It's all ready," he smiled.

"Really," Shalini questioned.

"Both are done," Arnav grinned with pride.

"So... does that mean we can see it," Khushi asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Babe, I've old you numerous times, you don't need to do that," and he held his hand out to her.

Khushi took it and with the help of Arnav, she stood up. Aryan went over to his wife and helped her up as well and both couples headed upstairs to the rooms.

"Ready," Arnav asked.

Khushi nodded, very excited, and Arnav opened the door. Khushi stepped into the room and gaped - it was absolutely adorable! The room had yellow wallpaper with cartoon giraffes on it. In the center of the room was the baby's crib and a mobile hung over it, little animals hanging on it. On one side of the room was a changing table, several products on the side, ready and prepared, as well as diapers. Against another wall was a toy chest and a bookshelf beside it, filled with books and more toys. There was a playpen on the other side of the room for when the child grew a little older. And the big teddy bear Arnav had gotten months ago with Aryan sat in the corner of the playmat, the rocking chair near it.

"Oh Arnav... it's beautiful!"

"Really? You like it?"

"Oh I absolutely love it! Thank you so much," and she reached up on her toes to kiss him.

Arnav happily kissed her back and cupped her face. "Anything for our child."

Khushi smiled and turned to the changing table. A little gray tiger sat on top of it and Khushi picked it up and hugged it. "Now I'm kind of jealous of the little one. This stuffie is so cute!"

Arnav chuckled and held her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Would mommy like a stuffie?"

Khushi looked up at him and nodded.

"Then a stuffie she shall get," and he kissed her cheek, Khushi bursting into a smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, love. There's just one more thing I need to add however."

Khushi turned in his hold and looks at him curiously. "And what's that?"

Arnav held his finger up to her and went to the walk-in closet. He brought out a large picture frame and Khushi couldn't help her smile - it was a picture of them on their wedding day.

"Arnav... that' so sweet of you."

"I didn't want to do this alone," he smiled softly.

"That's very sweet of you," and she went over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"So, shall we hang this up? You just tell me where and I'll put it."

"Um..." Khushi looked around the room. "Uh.... there. By the play pen. This way he can see it from his crib."

Arnav nodded and placed the frame on the floor, against the wall. Going back into the closet, he found his toolbox and took out a hammer and a nail. Positioning it on the wall, he did the handiwork and placed the frame on it.

"Perfect," Khushi clapped. "You do know you have to get rid of those tools, right?"

"Yes ma'am, I do. And I'll do it now before I forget."

Doing just that, Arnav left the room to put the box away. Khushi sighed and held herself as she looked around the room. It was all coming together now, and all that was missing was her little prince.

Khushi caressed her stomach. Can you see what your father did? Oh I wish you could, you're going to love it! I'm sorry it's not blue, or pink if you're a girl. I'm sorry we chose not to find out and will have you in yellow or white, but what can mommy say? She just wanted to get to know you when she gets to really see you, and not on a picture on a screen. You'll understand one day baby.

With one last glance of the room, Khushi waddled out of the room. She shut the door behind her and headed back to their room. She knew Arnav would fuss at her for walking around alone, but she thought he was being too paranoid-

Khushi froze. Her hand automatically moved over stomach as her eyes widened. Just at that minute, Arnav appeared and at first, he scowled at her for being on her own, when he noticed the look on her face. He rushed over to her and took hold of her arm. "Khushi-"

Arnav felt something on the floor and looked down. The floor was wet.

"Khushi-"

"My water just broke," she gasped.

Arnav took a deep breath. "O-okay, let's stay calm, deep breaths, in and out, in and out-"

"Arnav now is not the time, it's time to go to the hospital!"

"Right, right... right!"

Arnav dashed off and Khushi placed a hand at her back, the other still over her bump. Moments later, Shalini and Aryan came rushing over.

"Oh my gosh, sweetheart, are you okay? Are you in pain," Shalini asked.

"I'm okay, Ammu, I'm okay."

"I'll go get the car ready," Aryan said before dashing off.

"Take deep breaths Khushi, how are the contractions?"

"Far apart," Khushi breathed.

"Okay, baby, okay. Well we're going to go to the hospital as soon as that son of mine gets all of your stuff, hmm? Everything is going to be alright. We've been prepared for this, we're ready."

Khushi nodded, taking deep breaths.

"Now where is he? Chote!"

Arnav come dashing around the corner, holding two big, stuffy bags, full of items.

"Chote, what the-?"

"No time Ammu, time to go!"

Arnav took Khushi's hand and they headed to the staircase. Just as they did, Aryan came back and helped his wife down as Arnav helped Khushi. They all got in the car, Arnav in the driver's seat, Aryan in the passenger's seat, and Khushi and Shalini in the back, Shalini supporting her. Arnav rushed to he hospital, driving as fast as he could and avoiding as many traffic violations as possible.

Arriving to the hospital, Aryan and Shalini helped Khushi in as Arnav ran to the front desk and told them of the situation. Nurses came rushing with a wheelchair and had Khushi sat down, and they wheeled her off. The family followed behind and when they arrived to the delivery room, only Arnav was allowed inside.

"This is it," Arnav breathed.

"You can do this Chote," Shalini said, caressing his face. "I know you can."

"I hope so."

"You can," Aryan said. "Chote, I have seen you grow into the man you have become and I know with all my heart that you will be a wonderful father."

"You really think so dad?"

"I know, son, I know. After all, look who you've taken after."

Arnav rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help his smile. Shalini playfully hit him and chuckled, a few tears streaming.

"Now go in there and take care of my daughter. Be by her side, she needs you the most."

"Yes sir," Arnav smiled and he went into the room.

Nurses surrounded the room, all of them in their scrubs. Khushi had already been changed and was laying down, machines all around her.

"Arnav?"

Arnav went rushing over to Khushi. He swept her hair aside from her face and kissed her forehead. "How are you doing baby?"

"I'm okay."

The door opened and Dr. Fields came into the room. "Hello, parents to be," she smiled. "How are you feeling Khushi?"

"I'm okay, Dr. Fields."

"Well, let's see how far long you are," she said, putting her gloves on. "Nurse, have Mr. Raizada change into some scrubs please."

The nurse nodded and gestured the way for Arnav. Arnav nodded and placing another kiss on Khushi's forehead, he went away with the nurse. He immediately changed into some scrubs and quickly rejoined Khushi, Khushi laying down with her eyes shut.

"Khushi," he called out softly.

Khushi opened her eyes and smiled at him. Arnav sat down beside her and took her hand.

"How are you feeling now baby?"

"Okay. I'm hooked up to several machines and have ice chips to nibble on."

Arnav chuckled lightly and kissed her hand, which was also hooked up to one of the machines. "Are you ready?"

"I don't know. I'm excited and I really want to meet him or her... but at the same time, I'm scared."

"Why Khushi?"

"I don't know..." Khushi sighed. "What if I won't be a good mother?"

"Nonsense, of course you will!"

"Really? What if our child hates me?"

"Baby, why on earth would our child hate you?"

"I don't know... maybe I won't love it enough."

At first Arnav couldn't understand where this was coming from. Maybe it was the nerves from labor, but he knew better. The thought of her parents came to mind and of her relationship with them, and it all made sense.

"Khushi, you're nothing like your parents."

Khushi looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Baby, you're the most wonderful, kind, generous, and sweetest person I know. You love with all of your heart! Ever since we got married, you have done nothing but shower my family with your love, and everyone loves you. And just as you showered them with your love, you will shower our child with your love. And just as everyone has loved you, our baby will as well."

"Positive?"

"With all my heart."

The door to the room opened and Aryan and Shalini came in with a nurse.

"Hi Khushi, how are you doing sweetheart," Shalini asked softly.

"I'm okay, Ammu," Khushi smiled softly.

"Any pain?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Okay sweetheart. We'll be right outside if you two need anything honey, okay?"

Khushi nodded. "Okay."

Shalini placed a kiss on her forehead and so did Aryan. The two gave Arnav a hug and went back out, as their time allowed in her room as limited.

*~*

A few hours had passed and Khushi's contractions had come slowly closer and closer.

"How are you feeling now baby," Arnav asked.

Khushi took deep breaths, remembering her lessons. "Just another contraction."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay now. I think I'm going to shut my eyes and get some rest for now. You should go check up with Ammu and Papa."

Arnav nodded. "Okay."

Arnav headed out of the room to look for his parents, however he couldn't find them. Where did they go?

"Chote!"

Arnav looked down the hall and saw his father rushing over to him. "Dad, what's wrong? Where's Ammu?"

"There's been a bit of a situation."

"What? Is she okay?"

"She's fine, nothing bad."

"Then?"

"Your mother just went into labor."

Chapter Fifty

Partying with the Raizada's was never a calm thing, especially when it's Lavanya planning it. But because she took her Khushi Bhabi's feelings into consideration, she piped it down a bit and invited only close family member's to Arnav's and Khushi's second anniversary.

"Has it really been two years? Feels a lot more than that," Arnav said to his wife.

"Oh? And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Arnav frowned. "Don't try picking up a fight with me now wifey. Pregnancy may have made you brave but I know how to turn you into putty," he smirked.

Khushi smacked his arm and Arnav chuckled. She looked around at their guests, who were only the immediate family. Lavanya had wanted to invite more family, saying that they were 'close enough', but Khushi didn't really want too many people over, so Lavanya complied.

Shalini came walking over to the couple. "How's it going you two? Feeling alright Khushi?"

Khushi nodded. "Yes Ammu, I'm fine. Though I think I may need to put my feet up," she said, looking down at her somewhat puffy feet.

Shalini led her to a chair and had her put her feet up on another.

"If only the hall had more cushioned seats," she said, looking around for one.

"It's fine Ammu, there's no need."

"That's right," Arnav said as he came walking over.

He picked up Khushi's feet from the chair and sat down on it, replacing her feet on his lap.

"Thank you Chote," his mother smiled, ruffling his hair. "Behave," she warned, and then she left.

Arnav shook his head. "Moody," he huffed.

Khushi narrowed her eyes and Arnav simply rolled his.

"Don't you go starting with that pregnancy bravery of yours."

"I am brave on my own!"

"Doubt it."

Khushi gaped at him. Annoyed, she tried to move her feet away, but Arnav gripped onto them. She squinted at him, her expression telling him to let her go, but instead, Arnav began to massage her feet. In an instant she purred, and Arnav smirked at her devilishly.

Khushi squirmed in her seat. "You know what your foot massages do to me," she nearly whispered.

"That I do."

"So stop."

"Never," and there was a gleam in his eyes.

"Ooh! Look at you two!"

Both Arnav and Khushi looked up to see Payal and Seema. The two sat down beside Khushi and looked at them with adoration.

"Foot massages are the best," Payal chirped. "Lucky you."

"If I could even get NK to get up from his seat, that would be a miracle," Seema frowned.

"Hey!"

All four looked up to see Akash and NK, NK frowning like a child who was denied of candy.

NK plopped down beside his wife. "I don't always sit my butt down on the couch."

"You sure," Lavanya piped as she walked past them, holding a tray of cupcakes to hand out to the elders.

NK glared at his sister before turning to his wife. "How does she always do that," he asked, his glare turning into confusion.

"There really is no explanation there," his wife simply shrugged.

"You deserve it," Arnav smirked.

"I do not," NK frowned.

"Stop acting like a kid."

"I agree with Bhai," Akash said with a frown. "Dude, you're a married man for more than both us couples combined! Grow up."

NK scowled. "I'll have you know that in the three years, ten months, and 27 days that I have been married, I have acted very much like a grown up, thank you very much!"

Everyone simply blinked at him.

"What?"

"Aww, baby," Seema gushed, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Way to go man," Akash said. "Now our wives are gonna be pissed at us."

"Ditto," Arnav scowled.

Both Khushi and Payal scowled at their husbands and the two Raizada men looked away.

"It seems like my younger devar is the better husband out of the three of you," Khushi scowled.

"Thank you, thank you," NK bowed.

"He is not," Arnav defended. "He doesn't give foot massages like I do, now does he," he glared at his cousin.

"No, but-"

"So there!"

Khushi scowled at her husband. "Well its not like she has fat feet like mine, filled with water!"

"Actually, that's only a matter of time," Seema said in a low voice.

Everyone hushed down and all eyes were on her. Even Lavanya, who was passing by them, froze.

"Bhabi say wah," Lavanya squeaked.

Khushi blinked. "You mean you're...."

Seema simply nodded and the other women gasped.

"When," Payal asked mischievously, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh good grief," Akash frowned at his wife.

"How," Khushi asked.

"What the," Arnav frowned at his wife.

"Um, I believe I'm at five weeks now so about two weeks before that, and anger."

"Ooh girl," Payal sang.

"That's the best," Khushi exclaimed.

"I know," Seema gushed.

All the men looked at them oddly and without a word, they stood up and left.

"Better them gone than here," Lavanya said as she sat down. "Now spill! What happened?!"

"Your brother is an idiot, that's what," Seema frowned. "Remember that foster sister of mine? The one I hate?"

"Ugh, her? Yes," Payal scowled.

"Who," Khushi asked.

"Remember when I told you about my foster sister who wanted to steal NK from me," Seema frowned.

"Oh yeah! Been there, over that bitch. What was her name? Tina? Trina?"

"Yeah, Trina, ugh!"

"Oh I remember that bitch. Hated her," Lavanya exclaimed.

"So what happened," Payal asked.

"Well it was date night and that bitch showed up! We went bowling and of all places she just  had to be there! And the nerve of that girl, flirting with my husband at the bar like he was single! She never even knew him when he was single! She only knew him when he was in a relationship with me!"

"Oh boy, you really are pregnant, huh," Lavanya blinked.

"She totally ruined date night and I was furious with him when we got home. Luckily no one else was home that night to hear us."

"Oh is that the night Ma, Pops, and I went out to that party?"

"The coworker one? Yes."

"Ah, I see. Continue with caution."

"Um, okay.... So we got home and I blew up on him, and he totally didn't see any problem in it! According to him, it shouldn't even matter because we're married and because he loves me, can you believe that?!"

"Men," the other ladies scoffed together.

"Exactly! They never understand! So next thing you know, we're fighting and arguing and the next I'm bent over and getting the best angry-fuck of my life."

"Who said children don't come from anger," Lavanya said, her head tilted.

"What could be better than that though," Payal said. "Angry-fucks are the best!"

"Amen sista," and the two high-fived.

"You're so lucky," Khushi said. "You got an angry fuck and I got a silent treatment," and she twitched her lips.

"No," the other three gasped.

"Yes," Khushi gasped back. "Ugh, don't even get me into it, I don't even want to say her name."

Payal turned to Seema. "Are you guys even ready? I mean you graduate in like two months and then real life begins."

"I know, but NK and I have spoken about it. We've been together for so long and married for years... now seemed to be okay."

"But what about spending free time together," Khushi asked.

"Let's face it Bhabi, we're never going to be free ever again. We were free when the only thing we had to worry about was algebra and acne. Never again will we be free, at least, maybe not until we're 60 or something."

"True... but don't you want to go away on trips and stuff and spend time together before having a third member?"

"Not really. We used to do that kind of stuff when we were in high school."

"You did?"

"These two traveled to other countries with friends in high school," Lavanya said.

"No way! How?"

"It was easy for me since my foster home didn't care enough and NK, well... he did whatever," Seema shrugged.

"Now that's true," Lavanya pointed out.

"So we've kinda done all of that. And now we're ready to settle down," she sighed.

Khushi reached out and held Seema's hand."Well I'm happy for you." The other's reached out as well. "We all are."

"Thanks you guys," Seema smiled with tears.

"Oh no!"

NK came running over and covered his wife's eyes.

"NK-!"

"If she starts crying, we'll drown in her tears," he explained.

Seema smacked his hands away and he pulled them back as the other Raizada men joined them.

"Man up bro, stop acting like a baby, you're having one," Akash said as he stood behind his wife.

"Oh ha, ha," NK said sarcastically.

"You should really listen to your elders," Arnav said, taking his seat again and putting Khushi's feet on his lap once more.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You should also listen to me for relationship advice."

Akash scoffed while Arnav cocked his eyebrow at him.

"Excuse me?"

"After all I've been with my sexy wifey for so long," and he kissed her.

Payal smacked Akash's arm. "Why can't you be like that?"

"Like what," Akash defended. "I'm better than him and you know it."

"As if," and she rolled her eyes.

"You really are lucky Seema," Khushi said. "I got stuck with this one."

"And you thank divine above that you did," Arnav smiled.

"As if!" She placed her hands over her very big bump. "I'm sorry your daddy sucks."

"Hey! Don't make me look bad to my kid!"

"I can and I will- ah!"

Khushi gripped her stomach and while everyone else huddled to her side, Arnav smirked.

"Bhai, quit smirking and help," Lavanya exclaimed.

"Sure. Apologize Khushi."

Khushi glared at him. "Sorry."

Immediately, she felt another jab from the baby and when yelped.

"Bhai," Akash exclaimed, but Arnav simply crossed his arms.

"Apologize," he repeated.

"Okay, I'm sorry!"

Just like that, the pain went away.

"Now that's what I call being a daddy's girl," Arnav smirked.

The three ladies blinked. "Whoa."

"Oh my gosh, I can't wait for my kid to so that," NK chirped.

"I can't wait to have my own kid," Akash exclaimed.

The three Raizada bahus looked at each other and then at Khushi's bump, with the same thought going through their head.

Oh... my... Raizada!

Chapter Seven

Going down the halls, Khushi simply looked at Arnav as he went to his room. When he arrived, he put Khushi down and Khushi looked at the room as he shut the door. It was big and spacious, much bigger than her large room. She noticed the black cushioned, larger than king size bed and the combination of gray and white pillows, and the gray duvet. On both sides were black geological shaped night stands, holding black lamps. The wall directly behind the headboard held a large portrait photo of Arnav in black and white in a black frame. Khushi began to notice the same color scheme throughout his room, from furniture to the color of his drapes.

One thing for sure, Khushi noted that this room was darker than the rest of what she had seen of the mansion.

"How do you like your future room," Arnav asked.

Khushi looked back at him confusedly. "You mean I'll be sleeping here with you?"

Arnav looked down, chuckling lightly to himself. "Oh future wife, you truly are something else." He looked back up at her. "Of course you are, you will be my wife. Where else would ones wife sleep?"

Khushi looked down, then back at the room.

"Does my future wife not like the room? And be honest."

"Well... i-it um... it could use a splash of color," Khushi nearly whispered.

"Color? Huh?" Arnav crossed his arms and looked around. "Hmm, maybe. What color did you have in mind?"

"Blue," Khushi automatically replied before she could stop herself.

"Ah, blue.... not bad future wifey. Maybe you do have smarts after all."

Khushi frowned. "I am educated, excuse you."

"Oh? Are you now?"

Khushi stood proudly. "Malkeen believes a woman should have brains to make them more attractive. A body isn't enough on its own."

Arnav stepped forward slowly. "Is that so?"

Khushi gulped down her confidence and looked down. Oh no.

"What else did your Malkeen teach you," he asked, standing before her.

Khushi didn't reply.

"Did she teach you how to pleasure a man?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly.

"And have those methods worked?"

Khushi shook her head. "I personally don't know but the others-"

"Oh right, you were new. I forgot," he shrugged.

Khushi didn't say anything.

"Well it looks like its time for you to figure that out on your own."

Arnav stepped towards her and Khushi walked back. Every step he took forward, she would go backwards, until she fell back on his bed. Khushi landed with a gasp and Arnav straddled her.

"Tell me, have you penetrated yourself," Arnav asked.

Khushi blushed as her eyes widened.

Arnav looked up, going into thought. "Oh wait, Ichchha did mention you using toys." He looked back down at her. "Do you own a dildo?"

Khushi blushed harder, though she didn't quite understand why. All the girls had one and they had used them in their lessons. If it was easy to use it in front of others, surely it would be easy to talk about it in front of one man.

But this man was something else.

"Well," he questioned with an edge in his voice.

"A glass one," Khushi whispered.

"Ah... so you've bled?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

"Hmm, well at least there won't be any issues."

"Issues?"

"You know, cajoling and soothing and shit. And no taking it slow, just deep and fast," he smirked with a wink.

Khushi blushed harder.

Arnav leaned forward and hovered over her, their noses almost touching. "How about this: I'll pleasure you, but I won't fuck you. I want to learn your body well before I fuck you. Okay future wife?"

Khushi gulped. Did she really have a choice?

"Khushi, either you say yes and I do that, or you say no, and I fuck you roughly till you pass out."

Khushi's eyes widened with fear.

"Three..."

Oh my gosh.

"Two..."

Another countdown?!

"One-"

"Yes," Khushi quickly replied.

Arnav pouted. "Once again, I really wanted to get to zero. Ah well," he shrugged, and he captured her lips.

Khushi moaned and placed her little hands on his chest. She felt one of Arnav's hands travel under her kameez and travel up to her breasts. He squeezed it, causing Khushi to moan into his mouth once more. He moved to her neck and began to kiss it and suck on it.

Khushi began to get lost in pleasure as he nibbled away. Arnav felt her erected peak over her bra and pinched it, causing Khushi to moan. She entangled her fingers in Arnav's hair and tugged on it, causing Arnav to take a sharp breath.

For a moment, Arnav paused and looked down at her. Khushi looked up at him and Arnav could see fear, anticipation, and confusion in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he turned them over and sat up them up, Khushi holding onto his biceps.

"You're so muscular," Khushi breathed, her eyes wide as she observed them.

Arnav cocked his head. "That I am," he smirked.

Khushi looked at him, wanting to wipe off the smirk on his face. But instead of doing that, Arnav began to kiss her again. Khushi responded, keeping a good grip on him. Arnav moved both his hands under her kameez and pulled it up, Khushi holding her arms up to let him remove it. Arnav tossed it somewhere without looking and looked at Khushi's body. He cupped her breasts and Khushi shut her eyes, taking a sharp breath.

"Beautiful," Arnav muttered.

He kissed each of them and buried his face in them, inhaling her scent. Khushi gasped and her hands went to his hair, tugging on it once more. Arnav looked up at her and saw her blushing, looking nervous as well. He licked her breasts where it met her lace bra and Khushi moaned.

"These are hot," Arnav commented on her bra. "36C."

Khushi's eyes widened and she looked at him. "How did you know?"

"Just by looking at them," and he buried his face in them once more, causing Khushi to shut her eyes.

"Soft as pillows," he muttered. "I just might turn you into my pillow," he grinned, then unhooked and removed her bra.

Arnav crept his hand into Khushi's salwar and Khushi gasped. He skimmed his hand over the lace fabric of her panties and Khushi moaned.

"Wet," Arnav growled.

In the blink of an eye, Khushi was pushed down onto her back. She felt Arnav slowly peeling off her salwar and panties, his finger tips skimming over her flesh as he did.

"So beautiful," he muttered, then moved up in between her legs, burying his nose in her, causing Khushi to gasp. "So intoxicating," he inhaled.

Khushi tried to clasp her legs shut but Arnav had his grasp on her legs. This was just too intimate for her, even though she and the girls had done this so many times before. She knew this was something to be expected, but for it to actually happen with a man - for it to happen with him - was much more different.

Khushi looked down at Arnav and found him looking at her. Keeping his eyes on her, Arnav watched as he brought his tongue out and licked her. Khushi tossed her head back with a moan, her left hand taking hold of her breast while the other shot forward to his hair.

When she looked at him once again, Arnav noticed something different in her eyes. The fear she had before wasn't as present, as it was replaced with lust and desire.

With a smirk, Arnav licked her once more and put pressure on her clit. Khushi cried out with a moan, kneading her breast as her grip tightened on his hair.

Arnav pulled back and rested his chin in his hand while the other traced her inner thighs."Note to self - future wife loves it when her pussy is being eaten."

Khushi blushed as she bit her lip. Even though his tongue was gone, his fingers were still doing a lot to her.

Arnav brought his hand to her femininity and touched her lips. "Do you wax, future wife?"

Khushi shivered at his touch. "Yes," she nearly whispered.

She felt him run his finger through her folds, causing her to moan. Arnav cocked his eyebrow at her as he watched her shut her eyes in pleasure. Still keeping his chin rested on his hand, he ran his free hand through her folds, getting more sounds out of her. Keeping his eyes on her, he continued to do so, spreading her juices. Then without any warning, he entered his finger.

Khushi's eyes popped open with a gasp mixed with a moan. Arnav felt her insides clench around him and watched as Khushi lifted herself up to look at him. Her eyes were now only filled with pleasure, nothing else. His response to that was by curving his finger to hit that sweet spot. Khushi cried out as her back arched.

Arnav smirked. "Do you like that future wife?"

Khushi panted, wanting it again.

"Duly noted."

Arnav got up and removed his finger. Khushi cried out at the loss and rolled her hips. Arnav smirked and hooked her left leg around his shoulder.

"Second note to self - future wife loves to be finger fucked."

He took hold of her leg and traced his tongue on it, placing butterfly kisses on the path he made. Khushi moaned, wanting him to continue what he was doing before.

Placing a kiss on her leg, he leaned forward, bending Khushi's leg back.

"Huh, you're quite flexible aren't you," he asked.

Khushi nodded with a gulp.

"How exiting," he grinned.

Leaning back just a bit, he hooked her other leg over his shoulder and moved forward again.

"So if I fucked you like this, it wouldn't be a problem."

It wasn't a question, but she answered anyways. "No."

Arnav put on a a fake grin, then released her legs. In the blink of an eye, Khushi was on her front and Arnav was laying on her.

"And if I took you from behind," he asked, tracing his finger over her holes.

Khushi shivered.

"I'm guessing it's no problem."

Khushi shook her head hesitantly as his finger hovered over her anus.

"I look forward to that future wife."

Khushi bit her lip. Yes she wondered what that would bring, but she could only think of him finger fucking her again. She wanted her release more than anything. She wanted to cry out and ask him for more, when Arnav pulled her up and had her on her knees.

"I know I said I wouldn't fuck you, but you know what," she heard him say as she heard the sound of unzipping, "I don't fucking care."

With that, Arnav entered her and both groaned. Khushi clenched around him and she couldn't believe how amazing he felt.

Fuck, he feels so big!

Arnav took hold of her waist. "Your pussy is so tight and warm future wife," he said as he slowly pulled out.

With a slam, he pounded back into her, getting a cry out of Khushi's lips.

"And I can't wait to cum in it."

With no more words exchanged, Arnav pounded into her relentlessly, never stopping. Khushi moaned and cried, loving every delicious thrust she earned. She loved it so much, she began to meet him thrust for thrust.

Oh my... this is what it's like to be fucked by a man. Or at least, by Raizada Saab.

Khushi had always heard about Arnav and his brother. She knew that Dhruv was harsh and cold, but she had heard that Arnav was the one every girl wanted to be with. He knew how to fuck you deliciously well, that you could only think and want his cock for the rest of your life.

And I'm going to be that girl to get it for the rest of her life?

Arnav gathered her hair into his hand and made a make-shift ponytail. He pulled her back by it and leaned back on his knees, taking her up with him.

"Ride my cock," he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Khushi was turned on by it and did as he said. She rode him while he kneaded her breasts and sucked on her shoulder and neck. She could feel herself building, ready to explode.

"Ah, future wife is ready to cum," he growled.

Arnav pulled out and pushed her back, rolling her onto her back. Khushi gasped and moaned as he entered her once more. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clasping onto him as he continued to fuck her. Khushi could tell by looking at him that he was ready to cum as well. She wanted her release desperately, so she met him repeatedly, establishing a rhythm. Khushi squeaked, ready to explode. Her grip on him tightened as she felt her release nearing. With just a few more thrusts, Khushi came undone, crying out as her back arched into him.

"Fuck," Arnav growled, and he thrust into her faster, and burst.

Khushi felt the warmth of his release within her and sighed. Arnav had collapsed on her, breathing heavily. She couldn't help but to move her hand into his hair and run her fingers through it.

His hair is so soft.

Arnav picked his head up and looked down at Khushi. Khushi's hand froze and she looked into his eyes, hers wide. Without a word, Arnav kissed her deeply and pulled back.

"I'm so glad my future wife has such a glorious pussy. If I was stuck with a bad one, I think I just might've have to kill myself."

Gone was the feeling of ecstasy, bringing Khushi back to reality. Her fear once again returned as she watched Arnav pull out of her. She felt herself drip and Arnav smirked. He parted her folds with his finger, scooping up the evidence of their release.

"Taste it," he said.

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Taste. It."

Khushi blinked.

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Don't act like it's something foreign, I'm sure you've tasted cum before."

Khushi blushed, not understanding why she was in the first place, and picked herself up. "I have," she whispered.

He frowned, tilting his head. "Have you only tasted yourself?"

Khushi shook her head. "I've tasted Payal, Seema, and Sheetal before, mostly Sheetal though since we get paired up more often."

Arnav looked at her with confusion.

"They're some of the girls I trained with. Malkeen usually paired us up together and Payal would get paired up with Seema more often."

"Training huh?"

Khushi nodded.

"So you've never tasted a man before."

Even though it wasn't a question, Khushi shook her head.

"That's good. Now suck," he gritted, holding his finger out to her.

Khushi looked at him and then at his finger. She reached out with a shaking hand and took hold of his finger. Looking at him once more, she wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked on it. She wasn't sure if she had heard right, but she could have sworn she heard him take in a sharp breath. She wasn't positive because her mind was focused on their taste. She loved it - so much, that she moaned around his finger and sucked harder. Her insides clenched, causing more to come out from her folds. Khushi released his finger and scooped up what had come out to taste it.

"Kinky."

Khushi looked at him with her finger in her mouth.

"I like it," he smirked.

Khushi blushed and watched Arnav as he got up and fixed himself up. Only now had she realized that he hadn't taken any of his clothes off.

"Tomorrow, for sure, will be much better than this future wife. I guarantee it."

Khushi gulped. By the look in his eyes, she knew that there was more to come to this. She only wondered if she could take this, and for the rest of her life.

Chapter Forty Nine

It was a lovely afternoon at Raizada mansion, not to mention a lazy one. Work at the office was slow for Arnav, as well as for Aryan down in town hall. That's why the two men headed home, Arnav having already arrived while Aryan was on his way. Khushi and Shalini were relaxing in the living room, watching TV while enjoying some strawberries. Both women sat with their feet up, thanks to the recliners. Arnav laid his head in Khushi's lap, cooing to her stomach.

"... and boy am I glad that work was slow today, because it gave me time to spend with you, my tomato."

Khushi glanced down at him. "Your tomato?"

Arnav looked up at her. "Well you did say she's the size of a tomato."

Khushi giggled. "True, I did."

Arnav kissed her stomach. "Tomato."

"You know, if it is a girl, she'll definitely hate you for this."

"By the time she finds out, I'll have already gotten away with it, ain't that right tomato?"

Both Khushi and Shalini chuckled.

"Well, would the father of my tomato please get us some more strawberries," Khushi asked, batting her eyelashes.

Arnav looked at her for a moment. "That eyelash batting thing isn't necessary," and he got up with the empty bowl.

Khushi giggled and was about to say something when she paused with a squeal. Arnav looked back at her and Shalini moved beside Khushi as Khushi's hands shot out to her stomach.

"Ah," Khushi hissed, holding onto her stomach.

Arnav dashed back to her and placed the bowl down on the floor as he knelt before her on the floor. "Khushi, what's wrong?"

Khushi pursed her lips. "Mm, shaitan."

Arnav pulled back, looking at her oddly with confusion.

"Papa goes away so you punish me by kicking me hmm?"

Arnav's eyes widened. "W-what?"

Shalini's eyes grew with excitement. "He kicked?"

Khushi nodded and both Arnav and Shalini placed their hands over Khushi's stomach. Seconds passed when suddenly they felt the baby kick again.

"Oh my gosh," Shalini squealed, tears coming to her eyes as she gasped.

Arnav couldn't believe it. His hand remained over Khushi's stomach and Khushi watched him.

"I think papa's in shock."

As if the baby had understood, the baby kicked once more, bringing Arnav out of his reverie. His eyes darted to Khushi's and he immediately laid his head on her stomach.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm right here," he smiled.

Khushi smiled and ran her hand through his hair as he nuzzled her. Shalini couldn't help the tears which streamed down her cheeks. The sight before her was one she never thought she'd ever get to see first hand, and now here she was, feeling blessed more than ever.

*~*

"27 weeks Khushi, you're at the last week of your second trimester," Khushi's doctor said. "How are you feeling?"

"To tell you the truth, slightly anxious Dr. Fields."

"That's understandable," she smiled. "It is your first pregnancy, and it's about to feel realer than ever."

Khushi nodded. "Pretty soon he'll be here, out in the real world... I don't know if I'll ever be ready."

Dr. Fields sighed with a small smile. "Well from mother to mother-to-be, I'll be honest with you - I don't think anyone is ever ready. To tell you the truth, when I was in labor and my doctor was telling me to push, I was refusing because I just wasn't ready yet, especially since my daughter was three weeks early."

"How did you overcome it?"

"I never have," she admitted. "Everyday is a new adventure and I'm never sure if I'm ready to be a mother, and yet here I am."

Khushi nodded and looked down at her stomach.

"I can guarantee you though Khushi, that it's going to be nothing but an adventure here on out."

Khushi nodded and looked up at her with a smile.

"So, are we ready to see your baby?"

"Very."

"And dad?"

"Unfortunately daddy had a very important meeting so I'm here with my parents."

"Okay," she smiled.

Applying the cold jelly on her stomach, Dr. Fields looked around the screen, the room filling up with the sound of the baby's heartbeat.

"Oh would you look at that," Dr. Fields grinned.

"What?"

"Your baby is sucking its thumb."

"Really?"

Dr. Fields zoomed in and showed Khushi the screen and Khushi couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of her baby sucking its thumb.

"Oh, if only Arnav was here."

"I could get you a photo of this."

"Yes please, thank you."

"Not a problem at all."

*~*

"What the!"

Khushi pursed her lips, holding back her smile as she watched her husband walk back and forth in front of the bed, holding the picture from her ultrasound.

"The one day I miss an appointment, and I missed seeing my kid sucking her thumb. What the f-?!"

"Arnav," Khushi warned.

Arnav pouted with a frown and Khushi could only giggle. He sat down in front of her, still looking at the photograph. "Why did I have to miss this?"

"Because you had an important meeting."

"Meeting, shmeeting, who cares! I missed my kid sucking her thumb! Live!"

Khushi truly couldn't hold back her laugh. "Oh Arnav, stop being a baby."

"I want my baby," Arnav muttered with a pout.

Khushi cupped his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. "She'll be here soon."

"I know but- wait a minute... you said she."

Khushi just looked at him.

"What happened to him being a he?"

"Well you always say it's a girl, so I don't know, I just went with it."

Arnav looked at her carefully. "Did you find out the sex of the baby without me?"

Khushi shook her head. "No, I don't want to know until the little one comes into the world." This time Khushi looked at him carefully. "Do you know?"

Arnav tilted his head with a frown. "How on earth would I know?"

Khushi squinted her eyes.

"I don't know Khushi. ... do you?"

"No!"

Arnav looked back down at the photo. "So... not until delivery?"

"Not until delivery," she agreed.

Arnav nodded and sighed. "She's gotten much more bigger, hasn't she?"

Khushi nodded. "He has. ... I can't believe my seconds trimester is over and I'm entering my third."

Arnav nodded, still looking at the photo.

"It's all about get real now."

He looked at her with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that everything's going to change. For the past few months, he's been growing inside me and that's it. In a matter of weeks, he's going to be here, in the real world, in our arms. It's all about to get real."

"That is true...." Arnav sighed. "It won't just be the two of us anymore."

"No... but it'll be nice having him around."

Arnav nodded.

"I think it's time we started getting things for the baby. Clothes, strollers, diapers - stuff like that."

"Don't you worry about a thing, I've got a lot of it covered."

"Is the nursery almost complete?"

"Not yet, but don't worry, it'll be done in time."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Did you get a swing? I hope you got a swing because I want him to have a swing-"

"Babe, don't worry, I've got it under control."

"I hope so," Khushi muttered.

Arnav frowned and Khushi smiled innocently, making Arnav tease her and send the two into giggles. Everything was about to come together, and it was only a matter of time until their new guest arrived.

Chapter Six

After dinner was complete, Arnav led Khushi to the den. There was a bar and Arnav went to it to set himself up a drink. He had Khushi sit down on the sofa before the fire place, and Khushi huddled herself up, holding onto her legs tightly as she watched the fire burn.

Arnav held a glass out to her. "Drink?"

Khushi shook her head. "I never have."

Arnav placed it down on the table before them. "Good. Bad habit."

He sat down beside her and took a sip of his scotch on the rocks, while watching Khushi as she stared at the fire.

"What are you thinking," he asked.

"Happy birthday to me," she muttered absentmindedly.

Arnav took another sip. "Oh yes, I forgot. Happy birthday to you too, future wife."

Khushi's eyes shot up to his. "How did you know?"

Arnav draped his arm along the back of the sofa. "There's a lot of things I know about you, some things you don't even know about yourself, or probably don't remember."

"Like what?"

"Like your drunken father selling you for four million to Ichchha."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. Four million dollars?!

Even Khushi didn't know how much she was sold for.

"Yes I know these things really well, Ms. Gupta."

Once again Khushi was shocked. "No one has called me by my last name-"

"In ages, I know."

Khushi looked back at the fire. How does he know so much about me, she wondered.

"I always research into the people I'm interested in, making you one of them."

Khushi looked back up at him. "Why?"

Arnav leaned forward and squeezed her cheeks with one hand, causing Khushi to gasp, forcing her lips to part.

"I really don't like repeating myself Khushi. You'd do best to remember that," and he loosened his grip.

"But I'm so confused," she said softly, tears beginning to form. "Why would someone like you want me-?"

"Want you? Oh no my dear, I don't want you. I only want to make you my wife."

A tear escaped from Khushi's eyes, but before it went far, Arnav leaned forward and kissed it away, causing Khushi to gasp.

"Don't be afraid of my touch, future wife. It will be the only thing you ever feel."

Khushi looked up at him with fearful eyes. "You're drunk."

Arnav chuckled. "Hardly. And I'm not a lightweight future wife, and you'd do best than to try to insult me." He ran his thumb over Khushi's lips. "Hmm, another thing Ichchha was right about," he said, continuously running his thumb over it. "Soft and luscious."

Khushi gulped.

"Your lips are crying out to me to be kissed. Is that what you want?"

Khushi blinked at the man. She wanted many things, mostly to be wanted by a man. But would she ever receive it? She was doomed to be with this man.

"One of two things will happen: either you say yes and I kiss you, or you say no and I kiss and fuck you. Which will it be?"

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Three...."

Khushi couldn't believe it.

"Two...."

She was getting a countdown!

"One...."

"Yes," she finally said.

"Oh. I kind of wanted to get to zero," and he covered her lips with his.

Khushi stayed still as he kissed her, but there was something about it that seemed... special. It may have been the first time she was ever being kissed by a man, not to mention getting a kiss on her birthday, but besides that factor, it felt special. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, however her heart bloomed. Her heart was telling her this was right even though her mind was pulling down all the alarms. Unfortunately for it, her heart blocked out all the sirens and took over for her brain while it panicked.

Khushi began to kiss him back and Arnav groaned against her mouth. Khushi moaned and Arnav used that chance to let his tongue explore her mouth.

"So sweet," he whispered in between kisses. "So soft, so innocent."

Khushi moaned.

"Such a vixen," he growled, and then he pulled her over to straddle his lap.

Khushi moved as he guided her and continued to kiss Arnav. It just felt right and she couldn't help herself. Arnav held her around her waist and urged her closer to him. Khushi once again moaned into his mouth and Arnav deepened the kiss.

"I just might fuck you after all," he said when he pulled back for air.

Khushi looked at him with concern, her mouth parted.

"You are on birth control, aren't you," he asked, holding onto her hair behind her neck.

Khushi nodded. It was essential that she was.

"Pill?"

"Yes," Khushi said softly.

"And do you have them?"

Khushi's eyes widened and she pulled back. "I don't know."

Arnav sighed heavily and leaned back, crossing his arms. "Future wife, it is important that you take your birth control seriously."

"I do take it seriously and I've only started taking it! Besides, you're the one who just bought me and-"

Arnav moved forward in the blink of an eye and brought his face right in front of Khushi's. Her eyes widened as he gripped onto her neck firmly and held her in place, their noses only a hair-strand apart.

"Is that accusation I hear in your voice," he questioned, his voice low.

Khushi trembled. Not only did he sound menacing with his raspy voice, but he sounded sexy as well.

"Is it," he said through his teeth.

Khushi shook her head with a gulp.

Arnav gave a fake smile. "Well then..."

He stood up, holding Khushi in his arms, Khushi gripping onto him as her legs wounded around him.

"We have to go check and see."

Arnav began to walk towards the main hall and Khushi stared at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what he was doing. She noticed Arnav's men and blushed, looking down.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of an audience."

Khushi looked up at Arnav.

"You seemed fine when you performed tonight."

"That's different," she whispered.

"Not any different than this."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows as Arnav took her into her room. Arnav placed her on the bed and turned to Khushi's trunk.

"All your stuff is in that," he questioned.

Khushi nodded. "Yes."

He tilted his head. "Hmm. It's not much."

Arnav crouched down and opened it. Inside, he saw several clothes and boxes of jewelry. He searched around and found a small wooden box.

He pulled it out. "Is it in here?"

"It should be."

Arnav opened the box. There were some jewelry and underneath it, he found some pills.

"Good," he said, looking at them. "I don't want to delay anymore than I have."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Delay?"

Arnav turned back to her and tossed her the packet of pills. "Yes, delay. If you knew the location of your pills, then I could have fucked you down in the den instead of wasting time to find your pills."

"But-"

Arnav cocked up an eyebrow, daring her to continue, but Khushi looked down.

"Good, you learn quick. Now listen to me carefully. Tonight, we fuck, and by no means will you forget to take your pill tomorrow. What time do you take it?"

"One on the dot," Khushi whispered.

"Excellent. So in the morning, we are to be wed-"

"What," Khushi asked, her eyes shooting up to his.

"Future wife, don't interrupt me. Now, as I was saying, we are to wed tomorrow. Breakfast will be served at nine, and hopefully at 10, your fitting can be begin."

"M-my fitting?"

Arnav smirked lightly and moved to Khushi, cupping her face with one hand. "My dear, being my wife will have its many perks. Not only will you be fucked extremely well and will be sexually satisfied, but you will have the finest things that can be offered. I only want the best, and as you will be my wife, my wife shall have the best. Which means the finest lingerie, custom made, and only designed for you."

Khushi gulped. "B-but-"

"Hush," he said, placing his finger over her lips. "I look forward to spoiling you with those. After all I will be the one to peel them off and fuck you deliciously."

Khushi looked away.

"Anyways, as I was saying, you will be fitted, but not just for that, but for your bridal wear."

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes. "Bridal wear?"

"Well we are marrying tomorrow. I thought I made that clear," he said, looking side to side as if nothing were the matter.

Khushi looked at him in disbelief. "Why are you doing this?"

Arnav sighed and looked down. "It seems like you'll never stop asking that question, huh?"

Khushi just looked at him, her head slightly tilted.

Arnav sighed and pulled back, standing up. "Well, you're not going to know so oh well for you," he smiled over-sweetly. "Now come on, get up."

"Get up? Why?"

He tilted his head. "I'm going to have sex with my future wife. Of course I'm going to take her in my bed," he said, as if it were the obvious.

"What-?"

"Oh right, of course," he said, patting his head.

He swept down and picked Khushi up. Khushi's hand automatically reached out and grabbed his shirt as she looked at him.

"I can't wait to do this when you're in your bridal wear tomorrow," and he walked out of the room.

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.