Chapter Sixty Five

Khushi entered their room, leaving Arnav to feed Aarav. She set up the baby monitor and was about to change and get ready for bed, when her phone rang. Looking down at it, she saw that it was Shalini calling, so she took the call.

"Hi Ammu, how are you guys?"

"We're good, but for a moment we were worried, you guys didn't call us."

Khushi placed her palm on her forehead. "Shoot, I forgot, I'm so sorry Ammu."

"It's okay, I'm sure with all of the excitement you forgot."

"That among other things."

"What do you mean?"

Khushi sat down on the edge of the bed. "Um... on the way here... we saw my parents."

"What? How?"

Khushi told Shalini of her sudden "run-in" with her parents, Shalini quite surprised by it all.

"Wow... I mean for them to be in such a position... I have no words, really, except for one and that's karma."

Khushi looked down at her baby bump, placing her hand over it, caressing it.

"After what they did to you.... It truly boggles my mind that they took a gypsy's words into such high account, I mean honestly," she scoffed lightly.

"They always wanted to know what the future held."

"Still Khushi.... Aryan told me about what Divya had said, how your parents behaved the way they did with you and agreed to her plans, simply because a gypsy said that you would be their demise. Well their demise is right, but you didn't do anything. Everything that happened to them, they brought that upon themselves because they allowed for their hate to be so strong. Now fate is punishing them."

"I guess," Khushi said softly.

"You did them a kindness by giving them some money for food, as well as telling them about the shelter."

"That's what Arnav said as well."

"Hmm.... Where is that son of mine? And how's sweet little Aarav?"

"They're both good, Arnav is just putting him down for bed," Khushi said, glancing at the baby monitor.

"Well I'm sure he had quite the adventurous day, as well as you two. Get some rest, and let my boys and the little on coming know that I love them."

"I will."

"I love you, Khushi."

"I love you, too, Ammu. Give Papa and Ahana my love."

"Of course sweetie, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Both ladies hung up and Khushi let out a sigh. It was the first time that they were away from the whole family, so it all felt a little bit strange. 

Khushi got up and put her phone to charge just as Arnav came into the room. 

"Ammu just called."

"Crap, was she mad that we forgot to call," Arnav asked, going over to her.

"No, she understood, but she sends her love."

Arnav nodded and he set his phone down besides Khushi's.

"I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Khushi went to move, but Arnav stopped her.

"Why, you look good in this," Arnav said, placing his hands at her waist.

"Well I don't know about that, but it definitely is comfortable. When I told Lavanya that you were planning on taking us away, she had us go shopping and helped me pick a few of these out."

"The little devil finally does something right," he muttered.

"Arnav," Khushi scolded, thought she couldn't help her grin.

"Hey, we've been married for almost 3 years now - don't tell me she's not."

Khushi let out a sigh, wrapping her arms around Arnav's neck. "It's really been almost 3 years, huh?"

"Mm hmm, and it's been more than 3 years since we first met."

Khushi smiled, remembering the old days, back when they were still at the university. "It's amazing how things have changed so much since those days. I mean we're married, we have a child, and we have another one on the way. Back then, the only thing that was going on were dreams of you and I-"

Khushi stopped herself, biting her cheek for having let those words slip out, while Arnav arched his eyebrow at her.

"Dreams, huh," Arnav teased with a grin. "What kind of dreams?"

Khushi looked away, but Arnav caressed her cheek and had her look back at him.

"Tell me."

"Um... well... there were a few."

"Like?"

"Um... they weren't really anything like that, just cutesy stuff, well, except for one," she blushed.

Seeing the blush on her cheeks, Arnav knew this had to be good. "What happened in this particular dream?"

Khushi felt her cheeks heat even more. "Uh, well... you, uh... you went down on me," she nearly whispered in the end.

Arnav's eyebrows shot up in surprise, completely humored. "Is that so?"

Looking away, she nodded, the heat on Khushi's cheeks only continuing to get warmer.

Arnav was about to say something, when he noticed the alarm clock. It was past 12, meaning that a new day had begun. Bringing his attention back to her, Arnav tucked away the loose strands of hair that had escaped from her bun. He caressed her cheek, having Khushi turn back towards him. Khushi was still blushing, not meeting his gaze. Without a word, Arnav tilted her head up and kissed her. At first, Khushi stayed still, until finally the embarrassment went away, and Khushi kissed him back.

Khushi immediately felt her body go up in flames, desire flooding through her. For some reason in this pregnancy, Khushi found her libido to be a quite bit more in demand than it had been the first time around. She brought her hands to Arnav's chest, feeling him up over his t-shirt. Arnav brought his hands up to the straps of her jumpsuit, and he brushed them off, the loose jumpsuit beginning to descend on its own. Khushi moved her hands, allowing for her jumpsuit to completely slip off of her and puddle on the floor. She stepped out of it, not breaking the kiss, and she brought her hands back on Arnav, this time allowing them to go under his shirt and feel that chiseled chest of his.

Arnav let go of her lips and moved to her neck, nuzzling and nipping at it. Khushi let out a moan of pleasure, her desire for him only increasing. She brought her fingers up into his hair, entangling them. She tugged on his hair, bringing his lips back up to meet hers. Once they met, Khushi felt Arnav walk them backwards and she felt the bed behind her. She briefly pulled away as the two laid down, then pulled Arnav back to her, their lips colliding once more.

Khushi moaned into him, swaying her hips and getting a feel of his erection. Arnav brushed his hand along the side of her body, Khushi shuddering at his touch, and then brought it in between her legs. Khushi moaned once more, feeling his fingers part through her wet folds.

Arnav pulled back and glanced down at where his hand was. "Baby, you're soaking wet."

Khushi simply bit her lip.

A mischievous grin formed on Arnav's face, and he gave her another kiss, before moving down along her. His lips met her most feminine part and Khushi gasped, her hands immediately grasping Arnav's hair. She shut her eyes and tossed her head back as she moaned, Arnav's mouth doing wonders to her. It definitely had been a moment since they were last intimate, as Aarav managed to take up a lot of their time, as well as work. So in this moment right now, Khushi felt herself go wild with need, desperate for all of this.

Khushi felt her body begin to build as she wriggled and writhed beneath Arnav hold, keeping her in place. In a matter of seconds, she exploded, her body arching off of the bed as she cried out her release. She collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath as her heart raced, her eyes shut. She felt Arnav move and before she could register what was going on, she felt Arnav enter her, causing her to let out a guttural moan. Her eyes peeled open, finding Arnav hovering over her. Khushi reached out and pulled Arnav to her, kissing him and tasting herself on his lips while Arnav continued to pump within her.

It only took a matter of moments before Khushi felt her body rising again. And within a matter of seconds, she exploded around him, Khushi crying out her release while Arnav pumped into her hard and fast before pulling out of her and turning them over. Arnav guided her over him and Khushi let him sink within her. She moaned in pleasure, shutting her eyes as she tossed her head back. Arnav placing his hands at her waist.

Khushi rode his length slowly, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her. She looked down at her husband and saw love and adoration in his eyes. That was because Arnav was not only enjoying the sight of her pleasure, but the sight of her glowing. Khushi leaned forward and placed a hand over his chest. She began to ride him faster, and Arnav began to thrust within her. He shifted slightly so that he was sitting up and continued to thrust up into her.

For a brief moment, Khushi paused, as she got off of him and turned around, facing away from him. Arnav moved up and sat on his knees before Khushi replaced him within her again. She began to ride him again, while Arnav wrapped his arms around her, fondling her breasts as he teethed her shoulder. 

"Arnav, I," and before she could finish her sentence, Khushi came around him, grabbing onto the sheets beneath them.

Khushi gasped for breath as Arnav maneuvered them once more, Khushi bending over as Arnav moved behind her, and he placed his length within her again. Khushi released a noise she had never ever heard in her life before, but she didn't care to think on it. Instead she met Arnav at every thrust, finding her release one after the other, after the other... and after the other.

"Wow baby, I don't think you've ever had this many orgasms before," Arnav breathed in shock.

But he didn't allow for it to stick around, and he bent over her, bringing his face next to hers. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he continued to thrust within her, and Khushi exploded around him. Arnav didn't stop, nibbling at her ear and Khushi exploded around him again with cry, Khushi burying her face, biting onto the sheets beneath her. Arnav felt his body ready to let go, and so with a few more thrusts, he buried himself deep within her as he found his release, his seeds pouring within her.

Before all of his energy let go of him, Arnav pulled out her and collapsed beside her, Khushi plopping to her side as the two of them caught their breath. Several moments passed, the thudding of Khushi's heart slowly going away from her ears.

"Eight," she heard her husband breathe.

Khushi peeled her eyes open and looked at him in confusion. "Eight?"

Arnav turned his head to look at her. "You came eight times."

Khushi's eyes widened. 

"I think that's an all time high," he grinned. 

Khushi felt her cheeks heat in her already-flushed state. Arnav couldn't help his grin and moved over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead before pulling her closer to him.

They stayed that way for the rest of the evening, drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Sixty Four

Since Arnav had done the planning, Khushi didn't know where they were exactly vacationing, other than somewhere warm. But as they drove along the coast and arrived to a grand home with it's own private beach, Khushi was stunned and proud of her husband for making such exceptional plans!

"Arnav I... I'm speechless," Khushi gasped, turning around as she took in the home.

They had only gotten as far as the main hall, and yet, Khushi could find no words to muster up.

"Job well done for me then," Arnav grinned.

Khushi nodded, walking out over to the back patio, Arnav following behind. Aarav, who was in Khushi's arms, waved his hand with joy as he cooed.

"That's right, little man is excited for a fun day at the beach," Arnav grinned.

He took Aarav in his arms, who happily went over to him.

"Honestly Arnav, you've outdone yourself," Khushi said.

"It's the least I can do for my family."

Khushi smiled at him, and then reached up to kiss him. "It's perfect."

Arnav returned a smile of his own. "Come on, let's check out the rest of the house."

Khushi nodded and followed Arnav in. They went through the living room and kitchen first, then made their way to the bedrooms. Arnav had made sure that they got themselves a one-floor house, just to be on the safer end. He had even gone as far as to have a baby room set up, just for Aarav. He had his assistants come out and set it all up, and honestly, Khushi loved it.

Arnav went over to the crib and placed Aarav down. "There we go, all comfy."

"This really is just perfect," Khushi said, looking around the room. "A little too perfect actually, I mean we're only here for a few days."

 "I know, but I don't care," Arnav shrugged.

Khushi couldn't help her chuckle and continued to look around at the room. Aarav cooed away, playing with the stuffies that were in his crib.

"Someone's got some new friends," Khushi smiled.

"Hmm, but he's not the only one."

Khushi looked at Arnav in confusion, and he gestured for her to follow him out of Aarav's room.

"But-"

"I've got an app that allows me to watch him thanks to the camera that's installed on his crib."

Khushi noted the camera that was placed on Aarav's crib, so she nodded and followed after her husband. They entered another bedroom - their room - and not only did Khushi note the baby monitor that was sitting on the nightstand, but the little gray tiger stuffy beside it.

"Oh Arnav, did you really get me the tiger stuffy like I had asked," Khushi grinned.

Arnav went over to her and wrapped his arms around her.  "You bet," and he kissed her cheek.

Khushi turned in his hold and wrapped her arms around him. "You really are the best, you know."

"I know."

Khushi giggled and reached up to kiss him, when a cry broke out from their little baby boy.

"Well, looks like someone is hungry again," Khushi sighed.

"The kid won't let me even have a moment with my wife, huh?"

"Arnav," Khushi scolded.

"I'm joking!"

Khushi shook her head with a grin. "How about we get the bags so I can feed him."

"Leave the bags to me, I'll get them. You just stay with Aarav and watch him and our little avocado."

"An onion would seem to better describe her now," Khushi grinned.

"Even better," and he gave her a kiss, then left to get their bags.

While Arnav went down to do that, Khushi quickly made her way to Aarav, picking him up and calming him. However, he was proving it to be a difficult task, not calming down at all.

"It's okay baby, it's okay. Daddy's coming with your food."

Khushi walked through the house, making her way towards Arnav. He had just brought in the last of their belongings, Aarav's baby bag hanging on his shoulder. He placed it down on the table that sat in the middle of the foyer and took out Aarav's giraffe plush doll, which was sticking out from the bag. As soon as he gave it to his son, Aarav had somewhat calmed down, but he was still rather fussy.

"It definitely has some charm," Arnav frowned.

"That's for sure," Khushi chuckled. "Actually, can you bring the bag to the kitchen, I wanna set Aarav's food aside."

"Sure," and Arnav picked up the bag, as well as another duffel bag, and followed Khushi into the kitchen.

Arnav placed the bags down and took out the baby food and formuula that was within the duffel bag, while Khushi took out the few that were in Aarav's baby bag, as well as Aarav's formula. She quickly prepped a bottle for him and Arnav took it, as well as Aarav, and he fed their son. Khushi couldn't help but to gaze at them, always enjoying the sight of them together. But there was stuff to be put away, so while Arnav fed Aarav, Khushi put away Aarav's food.

"I feel like you over-packed his stuff," Arnav said, watching her put everything away.

 "Well, better safe than sorry," she said, as she put Aarav's cereal away.

"You know, there is a store about half an hour away, we could've always got it from there."

"If it comes to the case where Aarav has eaten everything, then sure, we can always get more from there."

"I doubt that," Arnav chuckled. "Ain't that right little man," he cooed at Aarav.

Aarav waved his hands, waving his stuffy as well.

Khushi leaned over the island, letting out a sigh. "He's drinking his formula for now, but what will I feed him later? And what should I make for dinner?"

"Don't worry about a thing, I will help you out."

"You're gonna help me cook," Khushi asked, looking at him skeptically.

"You bet."

Khushi couldn't help but to chuckle. "This will be interesting."

*~*

After a nice, long nap, all three Raziada's got up and stayed in the living room. While Khushi chilled out on the couch and watched TV, Arnav played with Aarav on the floor, Aarav crawling around.

"Come on Aarav, say Dada! Say dada!"

Aarav cooed and plopped down on his bum, throwing his hands up in the air.

"He's not gonna say Dada first," Khushi chuckled.

"What makes you say that," Arnav frowned.

"Because he's on the verge of saying Mama first, isn't that right baby," she cooed at Aarav. "My little man is gonna say Mama first! Mama! Mama!"

Aarav cooed once more. "M... mmh!"

Arnav picked Aarav up, bringing him at eye level. "Hey, don't let me down," Arnav pouted.

Khushi laughed as she got up. "What can I say, he's mama's little man."

"That's what I'm afraid of. Don't be another NK," he admonished.

Khushi chuckled once more. "Oh stop it. Now come on, you said you were gonna help me make dinner."

"Sure."

Arnav got up with Aarav, and the three went into the kitchen. Arnav placed Aarav in the highchair he had gotten for him and Khushi placed some puff snacks in a bowl for Aarav to munch on, as well as keep his giraffe next to him. Arnav took out the steaks he had set aside to defrost, and then went over to the pantry to get what he needed. Khushi took out some potatoes, as well as some greens, and she worked on those. While the couple cooked away, Aarav played with his stuffy, enjoying his little puff snacks. Occasionally, Arnav would take a few, to which Khushi would frown at him.

"What, they taste good," he said innocently.

Khushi shook her head as she laughed, watching Arnav place a puff in Aarav's mouth, before plopping another one in his.

Arnav soon rejoined Khushi, helping her finish up dinner. Arnav placed the finished steaks down to rest, allowing for them to cool before he sliced them up. He looked over at Khushi and immediately fell into a daze. Khushi was busy finishing the potatoes, having set aside the sauteed greens. Her hair was up in a bun, her baby bump showing off proud through her black strapped-catsuit, her body glowing. Arnav quite liked the look on her, Khushi appearing more casual than she ever did at home. In fact, he was turned on, so he made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her as he nuzzled her neck.

"Mm, how can I help you," Khushi asked, feeling his hard length at her bum.

"I could show you," he whispered into her before nipping at her earlobe.

Khushi let out a soft moan. "Arnav stop, you're distracting me. I'll end up burning these potatoes."

"I don't care."

"Well I do," she chuckled as she tried to wiggle out of his hold.

But her wiggling only did the opposite, her body brushing against his, her bum brushing against his erection.

"Keep that up Khushi, and something will go down in this kitchen," he smirked, and he pulled her closer to him, Khushi feeling his erection even more.

Khushi gasped. "Arnav, you do realize that our son is in the room, yes?"

Arnav paused as Khushi looked up at him. The two briefly looked at each other, before turning their attention to their son, who was currently chewing on his giraffe.

"He seems fine," Arnav shrugged.

"Arnav!"

"Oh come on, he's just a little baby. Besides, I caught my parents in action-"

"I know-"

"And I turned out fine!"

Khushi rolled her eyes, scoffing with humor. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen with us."

She released herself from Arnav's hold, and sat the pan of potatoes aside.

"Now would you please set up the table while I get Aarav's food ready?"

"As you wish m'lady."

Arnav went to prepare the table, while Khushi browsed through Aarav's baby food.

"Hmm, what shall my baby eat tonight," Khushi thought aloud. "Will it be mac n cheese, or chicken, or- oh! How about some beef and vegetables," and she picked up the little container of baby food.

Khushi removed the lid and foil, and placed it in the microwave to heat it up.

"Isn't it funny how they have all of these options, or rather flavors, of baby food," Arnav said, as he set their plates down. "I mean gee, you'd think he was eating off of our plates," he chuckled.

"I like it, it's almost like being like a grown person. And its important for him to acquire tastes, learn what he likes to eat. And since he's got some teeth now, he's learning to bite and chew, so that's good."

The microwave beeped, alerting Khushi. She brought out the food, grabbed a spoon, and made her way to the table. Khushi moved the highchair closer to her seat, removing the puffs that had fallen onto Aarav. With all three at the table, they began to eat, Khushi feeding Aarav as she ate.

"I could feed you to make it easier for you," Arnav said.

"I'm fine," Khushi smiled. "And it looks like Aarav is liking his meal too."

Not once did Aarav fuss, taking every spoonful his mother gave, all while playing with his toy. Dinner went by smoothly, Aarav finishing all of his food.

"Now that's my good boy," Arnav grinned, picking Aarav up.

He took him over to the sink to get him cleaned up, while Khushi tossed out the empty container and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Once everything was cleaned up and Aarav let out a burp, they headed on out to the back patio, sitting down on the big lounger, enjoying the evening breeze as well as the sound of the waves.

"This is just perfect," Khushi sighed.

Arnav hummed in agreement. He took Khushi's hand in his, entwining their fingers together. Aarav sat in between them cooing and babbling, blowing raspberries. As time passed, the little boy began to feel tired, so he crawled over to his mother and cuddled into her.

"I guess it's bedtime."

"Why don't you take him in, I'll get his bottle ready," Arnav said.

Khushi nodded, and she picked up Aarav into her arms, taking him to his room. Several minutes later, Arnav came in with Aarav's formula. He took him into his arms and fed him, Aarav placing his little hand on the bottle, while Khushi went back to their room. Soon enough, the little one dozed off, so Arnav put the bottle down, had Aarav burp, and placed him in his crib. Given the way their son had behaved, Arnav knew that little one would be sleeping peacefully through the night without a fuss.

And that was exactly what Daddy needed.

Chapter Sixty Three

Several weeks passed, Khushi becoming even more pregnant, Aarav growing day by day, Shalini fulfilling her dream with Ahana, and a new member arriving to the Raizada clan. Upon the arrival of NK's and Seema's son, the family had once again gotten crazy. There were parties every other day, gatherings every two, and nonstop fun.

But things were getting a bit hectic and Arnav thought a break was necessary. So he decided to take his wife and son away for a few days, getting away from all of the madness.

Arnav was driving down along the road, Khushi sitting in the back, cooing at Aarav as he waved his hands.

"I thought he was supposed to be asleep by now," Arnav chuckled, glancing into the rear-view mirror.

"He should be, but I guess my little boy is excited, isn't he? Isn't he," she cooed.

Aarav cooed and laughed, and Khushi nuzzled his cheek.

"Looks like mommy is excited too," Arnav grinned.

Khushi looked up at him. "To be honest, I am. This is the first time we're going away as a family. Plus, the last time we really went away like this was during our honeymoon."

Arnav sighed. "Feels like it was just the other day."

"Hmm," Khushi smiled softly, running the back of her thumb on her son's cheek.

Arnav glanced at the rear-view mirror.  "I love you babe."

Khushi smiled at him. "I love you too."

Arnav continued to drive down the road, when Khushi saw a mandhir. She asked Arnav if they could quickly make a stop, and Arnav obliged. Taking Aarav in her arms, Khushi got out of the car, Arnav following behind. They made their way to the mandhir and prayed, hoping for the best of their coming child and of their entire family. Once they were done praying, they decided to hand out some sweets to the poor, who were sitting outside of the mandhir. While Arnav held Aarav, Khushi handed out the sweets, everyone giving them their blessings.

Khushi came upon the last of the poor, who happened to be a couple.  As Khushi moved over to them, Aarav fussed in Arnav's arms.

"Uh, Khushi, I think he's hungry," Arnav said.

"Okay, I made sure to bring enough-"

Khushi paused, bringing Arnav's attention away from their son to her, causing him to pause as well. Sitting down on the ground was none other than Khushi's parents. Khushi looked at them in shock, stunned by their state. They were an absolute mess, their clothes torn and worn out. A dark blanket covered the two, but it was evident that it wasn't enough for them.

"A-amma? Babuji?"

The couple looked up, shocked by the sight of their daughter.

Khushi came down to her knees, meeting them at eye-level. She still couldn't believe that it was actually her parents, sitting here, in this state.

"What... what are you guys doing here? How...?"

Garima looked down in shame, Shashi wrapping his arm around her.

"What happened?"

Shashi looked down as well. "After... after what happened, it just wasn't possible to stay in town anymore... so we left everything behind ."

"But how- why didn't Shyam say anything?"

"He probably still doesn't even know. He never told us that he and Anjali wouldn't be staying with us, that they were going to be living separate from us. We had tried to contact him, at least they would have the house to themselves but...."

Khushi glanced back at Arnav, who had a stern expression, holding onto Aarav securely. Her eyes moved over to their 8 month-old son, who was cooing away, drooling on his fist.

"He's grown so much."

Khushi brought her attention away from her son and looked at her mother.

"You used to do the same when you were this little, always putting your fist in your mouth," she smiled sadly.

Khushi looked away. Given their history, she really didn't want to hear any baby stories of her, especially coming form the woman who had taken her son away for the first 4 months of his life. But Khushi, unlike her parents, wasn't cruel. Khushi looked up at Arnav and he looked at her. For a moment, neither said a word, but Arnav understood what she was trying to say. So he reached into his pocket and retrieved his wallet, and took out some bills. He handed it over to Khushi and Khushi held it out to her parents. Both Shashi and Garima looked at her with wide eyes.

Shashi shook his head. "Khushi we-"

"Take it."

Garima shook her head. "No, Khushi, not after what we-"

"Take it. I'm not just gonna leave my parents here with a few sweets to munch on, I'm not cruel."

Both Shashi and Garima looked down in shame.

"Take the money. Buy yourselves some real food. There isn't a shelter too far away from here, we passed it when we were driving. Do yourselves a favor, and go there, restart your lives. ...just don't ever come back into mine."

Garima opened her mouth to say something, but Khushi cut her off, taking her hand and placing the money in it. Without another word, Khushi got up and walked away, heading back to the car. For a moment, Arnav watched her, before turning his attention on his in-laws. They were looking at Khushi's departing figure, and to be honest, he thought that they deserved what they got, although he'd be much more happier pressing charges against them and putting them in jail. But in doing so, in a way, he'd be doing them a kind gesture. You see, in Arnav's point of view, putting them in jail gave them shelter and security. But out here, they had none of that - no proper home, the questioning of when they'd next have a decent meal. His wife may have bestowed some kindness on them, by telling them of the shelter, but that was his wife. If it was him in her position, then he wouldn't have said a word.

Arnav walked away from them, heading towards the car. He unlocked the car and placed Aarav in his seat, Khushi going around to sit as well. As Arnav got in the car and pulled away, he would glance back at his wife through the rear-view mirror. Khushi had taken Aarav's food out from his baby bag, and was feeding their son, Aarav distracted by his favorite giraffe plush toy, allowing for his mother to feed him in peace.

"Are you okay," he asked softly.

Khushi let out a sigh and glanced at her husband, before returning her attention back to their son. "I don't know," she replied softly, wiping away the bit of food Aarav had drooled out.

"You did them a kindness."

"I know....  I just... I never expected to see them like that. Granted, I had no idea that this was what their lives were like now, I mean after everything that had happened, there was no way I was ever going to reach out to them but... I just really don't know what to think, I'm just so in shock."

Arnav hummed in understanding. "You could've not told them about the shelter."

"I'm not cruel like them."

"I know."

Khushi glanced up at Arnav, who was glancing up at the rear-view mirror.

She let out a sigh. "Whatever, I don't want to think about them. We're on vacation, I want to have a clear mindset while I enjoy my time with my husband and my son, and that's all that matters, I don't want to think about anything else."

Arnav smiled. "With pleasure."

Chapter Twenty Four

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

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

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

"You bitch-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I already knew about her inheritance."

"How?"

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

"But how? You met her first."

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

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

Dhruv's eyes met hers. "No?"

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

"No, she's not."

"And I suppose you are?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why do you hate her so much?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*~*

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

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

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

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

"No. However I do need to work."

"You do nothing but work," Khushi pouted.

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

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

"Exactly, so that proves your statement wrong."

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

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

Khushi moaned, pushing her breasts onto his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm so wet," Khushi moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know I won't."

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

"Arnav-"

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

"What the-? Arnav!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arnav arched his eyebrow.

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

"So you played with yourself."

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

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

"Fuck," she moaned.

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

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

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

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

"Fuck!"

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

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

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

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

Khushi yelped again and Arnav drew back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Arnav!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arnav chuckled. "Never Khushi. Never."

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

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



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

Chapter Twenty Three

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

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

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

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

The girls rolled their eyes but Khushi could care less.

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

Now this caught all of the girls' attention.

"My father's will?"

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

"You were saying," Arnav said.

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

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

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

"Fi-!"

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

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

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

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

"One-!"

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

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

"Um, yes, of course."

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

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

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

"I... I...."

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

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

Arnav couldn't help himself but to grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment, Khushi gazed at him.

"You're staring wife."

Khushi smiled softly. "Do you love me?"

"I do."

"I love you."

"I know."

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

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

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

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

"Fuck that! Who the fuck cares!"

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

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

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

I won't spare you Khushi.

Chapter Twenty Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was so not dealing with this shit.

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

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

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

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

The three looked at her.

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

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

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

The girls squinted at her.

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

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

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

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

Khushi opened her mouth to retort when she was interrupted.

"Now that's not true."

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

"Timelines is important wifey, you know that."

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

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

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

"Wifey?"

"Yes hubby?"

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

Dhruv's toys looked at him in shock.

"Before I get sick, do something."

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

Khushi pulled back first. "Better?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will hubby put me down now?"

"As if," and he spanked her again.

"Arnav," Khushi chuckled.

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

Arnav nodded and Aman left the room.

"Lawyer? For what," Khushi asked.

"For you."

"Me?"

"Wifey..."

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

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

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

"Meaning," Khushi asked.

Arnav sighed. "I really do hate questions."

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

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

"I have no clue," Payal replied.

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

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

This they had to see.

Chapter Twenty One

With Arnav gone to work, Khushi began investigating. Dhruv and his toys were out in the backyard, having a swim and being reckless. At the sight of it, Khushi rolled her eyes and took this opportunity to search upstairs. Last night when Khushi had gone down to get some water after their round of activities, she had seen Dhruv take the girls to an empty bedroom, giving Khushi the assumption that the girls would be staying there.

Khushi went into the room and her assumption was right. Each of the girls' chests were there with all of their belongings. The large bed in the middle was a mess and Khushi was sure it wasn't because they had slept on it.

Three girls given one room to sleep in? Dhruv is in for a nightmare, Khushi thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

She just knew them too well.

Khushi looked into the three chests, hoping to find something that would explain why they were here. Unfortunately, there was nothing more than clothes, jewelry, and other personal belongings in there.

Fuck! 

She looked in the drawers of every furniture in the room, but she found nothing.

Damn it! Nothing to be found!

She began to chew on her nail.

What are they up to? Why the hell would Dhruv bring them here? And since when did Malkeen allow all these sales of her girls? We were the youngest there, and she got rid of all of us? None of this makes any sense.

Khushi headed out of the room and went downstairs.

If I couldn't find anything out in their room, I'm just gonna have to find out from them.

Heading towards the back, Khushi went out by the pool. She found them all by the edge of the pool, Dhruv sitting on the steps while the three girls took turns to suck him off. Unable to help herself, Khushi snorted and looked away with a smile. Given that she's seen her devar's so-called penis already, it was a wonder to her that he really needed the girls to make him cum.

"Humored?"

Khushi looked up at the sound of her devar's voice. He looked at her with a smirk, and hard as he tried, he was nothing like Arnav nor did his smirk do anything like Arnav's smirk did.

"Very," she responded. "Entertained, actually," she pointed at Sheetal's bobbing head.

Dhruv grinned roguishly. "You're more than welcome to join bhabi."

"Yeah, well, I'd rather barf," she mocked.

"Hey, whatever get's you horny, I'm with it," he said, throwing his arms out.

"Ugh," Khushi scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't make that face dear bhabi of mine, join us! Even if you don't wanna have fun with your devar, that's fine. Have fun with your friends at least."

Both Payal and Seema smirked at her and Khushi tried hard not to roll her eyes.

"Been there, done all three," Khushi frowned. "There's only one person I need and he is working hard right now, something you've never done a day in your life."

"What can I say? I got it easy," he smirked.

Khushi scoffed and smirked. "With a flimsy penis like that, of course you have it easy devarji."

Dhruv's eyes widened and he scowled. With a fake smile, Khushi turned on her heels and walked back into the house.

Annoying douchebag!

*~*

Although her plan to find out the reasoning to her former playmates' arrival had backfired, Khushi did not plan to give up anytime soon.

During lunch, Khushi tried hard to keep her food down when Dhruv decided to copy his step-brother once again and fucked Seema over the table. It was just absolutely disgusting to see and even more nauseating when Seema smirked at her and tried to make her jealous.

For the life of her, Khushi could not figure out why anyone would be jealous of her getting fucked by Dhruv. Besides, he was fucking the other two as well, so what was so special?

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Khushi stayed in Arnav's study. Unfortunately, Arnav had a last minute dinner meeting, so he would not be joining them for lunch, which saddened Khushi. However fortunately for Khushi, she was able to have her dinner in peace because the crazy rabbits decided to feast on each other instead.

Thank fucking goodness!

It was around ten when Arnav finally came home. Khushi went running over to him and Arnav swung her around as he kissed her.

"How was your meeting hubby," she grinned as he placed her down.

"A waste of my time," and he covered her lips with his.

Khushi immediately knew what his intentions were. "Did you eat," she said in between.

Arnav pulled back and frowned. "Dinner meeting Khushi. Dinner."

Khushi rolled her eyes and Arnav arched his eyebrow at her. But Khushi didn't care and kissed him again, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. She started retreating backwards and Arnav followed. He helped lead her into the den and was ready to drip her dress off, when the sounds of moaning filled the air.

"What the f-?"

Both Arnav and Khushi looked towards where the noise was coming from and found Dhruv and the girls in a human chain.

"Un-fucking-believable," Khushi scowled.

Khushi frowned as she watched Sheetal finger Seema, who was fingering Payal, who was sucking off Dhruv.

"Well this is an eyesore," Arnav frowned.

Dhruv looked up at them and grinned. "Hey you guys! Wanna join?"

Khushi forced herself not to gag while Arnav motioned a barfing effect.

"Never in an infinity years," Arnav said as he wrapped his arm around Khushi and turned them away.

The two of them walked out of the den and headed upstairs.

"Well that just killed my boner," Arnav frowned.

"Really? Seeing three girls getting it on didn't keep your cock up?"

Before Khushi could even realize it, she was pinned up against the wall by Arnav.

"The only things that makes my cock go up is my tease of a wife," Arnav said, his voice very low but turning Khushi on to the extreme.

"How am I a tease?"

"And there you go again with the questioning. No bueno."

Arnav picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder, erupting a squeal out of Khushi.

"Arnav!"

He walked into their bedroom and tossed Khushi down onto the bed, then pinned her down with his body.

"Arn-"

"What we just witnessed downstairs was nothing more than an eyesore, a bad porno. Of course my dick wouldn't stay up by the sight of that," he said as if it were the obvious.

"But-"

"But. Nothing," he glared.

Khushi sighed and relaxed. "I hate those whores."

"So do I. I see the way they look at you Khushi - I don't like it one bit."

Hearing the concern he had for her made Khushi's heart melt. "Really?"

Arnav frowned. "Duh," once again saying it like it was obvious.

It was typical-Arnav behavior, making Khushi smile. She reached up and caressed his cheek, toying with his scruffy beard. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Another question, but this one I'll let it pass, no," he frowned with a tilt of his head.

Khushi chuckled lightly. "I love you very much, my knight in shining armor."

"Your knight?"

"Mm hmm, my knight. Although you didn't take me away from the brothel with exactly good intentions and was rather rude with me, to put it in nice terms..."

Arnav frowned.

"...you still helped to escape from there. And for that reason, you will always be my knight."

Arnav pulled back slightly as he took in his words. Khushi could see the gears in his brain at work as he processed her words.

"I'm your knight huh... your. Knight," he said, as if he were testing the words. "Knight.... you think they have roll-playing costumes for that?"

Khushi gaped at him. "Arnav!"

She playfully hit his chest and Arnav grinned roguishly.

"It's not funny," Khushi pouted.

"But it's a fun idea," he noted.

Khushi scoffed and nudged him and the two began to go back and forth at each other. When the playful nudges turned into sensual touches and into deep thrusts was lost on them. But what they did know was that what they had between them was nothing and way better than the ridiculous orgy train down in the den.