Khushi couldn't believe it. She was actually married. And that too to Arnav. She honestly didn't know how to react. Should she be happy she got married to Arnav, the man she was strongly attracted to? Or should she be upset that in a way, Arnav had technically been forced in this marriage.
Khushi glanced at her husband of only a few minutes. His features seemed calm, his body relaxed as he drove to his- no, their castle. Their home. Khushi couldn't help wonder what he was thinking about.
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He was married!
Arnav couldn't believe it. What must she be thinking about him? What if she thought he took advantage of her situation? A bloody opportunist?
It was hard but Arnav kept his features loose and gentle, not wanting her to see his worry. He glanced at her and saw her bite her lip. Those lips...
Arnav forced himself to look straight and focused on driving. The last thing he wanted was for his new wife to think he had only married her for their wedding night.
Their wedding night...
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Arnav gave her a gentle smile "Come in. It's officially our home" Khushi smiled softly and nodded. Arnav fidgeted a bit "If you want you can go to our room"
Our room. Khushi blushed a bit and nodded lightly. She climbed up the stairs and disappeared into their room with Arnav's stare following her.
Arnav felt a change in the atmosphere and turned around "Lavanya?" he frowned.
"I forgot my cellphone" she said picking up her device from the couch. She looked at him weirdly "You seem different"
Arnav mentally swore. The very last thing he wanted was for Lavanya to know he married Khushi. If she found out, Lavanya would go on forever about how finally he heeded her advice and then she would begin spouting her ideas about how Arnav could fall in love with her and blah blah blah. Arnav wanted to take things a bit slow with Khushi even though he knew his time was limited.
"You're bluffing" Arnav said looking away hoping she'd leave him be.
"Oh my god!" Lavanya gasped "You married Khushi!"
"What? Why would I marry her? I have no reason to"
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Khushi felt her heart break a little. No reason to marry her? Just what the hell did he think of himself? Anger coursed through Khushi's veins. She'll show him. Show him she didn't need him. With that she stormed into their bedroom.
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"Oh quit lying. You know you're not good at it so why bother" Lavanya grinned " You can finally-"
"Not another word" he said "I'll settle this on my own. Don't you have some patients to attend?"
Lavanya pouted "Fine. Be like that. Good bye!" With that she disappeared.
Arnav sighed, running a hand through his hair. Time to go see his bride.
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The minute Arnav entered his room, he heard a smash. Staring at the wall the lamp had unfortunately met it's demise, he barely escaped from the next flying object. He swore "What the hell Khushi"
"Don't come near me!" she screamed, throwing another vase. She somehow managed to find another one and throw that too.
Where the hell was she getting all these vases from? She already threw 3 at him, all of them being close shots. Damn her aim.
Arnav looked up to see her ready to throw her fourth vase. He also noticed she was about to step on a glass shard. Arnav raced to her with quick speed, blocking her from taking another step. He ducked again when she took aim. Damn, that was a closer shot. He even felt the vase graze against the top of his hair lightly before smashing against the wall, joining the other vase pieces and the lamp.
Just as Khushi was reaching for the alarm clock on the nightstand, Arnav jumped on her.They both fell on the bed with a crash. Arrnav on top, Khushi on the bottom.
Khushi shrieked "How dare you!"
"Listen goddamn it!" Arnav roared.
Khushi immediately turned silent, never having actually been on the receiving end of his anger. "What" she squeaked.
"Look Khushi. Obviously you're angry about something but I don't know what it is. You were fine when we returned to the mansion but now all of a sudden you're a tigress attacking me out of the blue"
"Well how was I supposed to know an unwanted wife wasn't supposed to be angry on her husband" Khushi said through gritted teeth.
Arnav frowned. Unwanted wife? What gave her that notion? "What are you talking about?"
Khushi's bottom lip trembled "I-I heard you downstairs" a tear slipped her eye "Talking to your girlfriend"
Arnav wiped her tear tenderly "Girlfriend?" he repeated with a frown "Who? Lavanya?" Khushi turned her head, refusing to look at him. Arnav sighed. He held her face with his hand "Look at me Khushi" He pushed her head up towards him "She isn't my girlfriend. She's my friend. Only friend. Nothing else"
"Then why did you tell her you had no reason to marry me?" she whispered hurt "Why did you marry me?"
"Because...I-I..." he looked away unable to complete his sentence.
She wiped her tears and pushed him away "I don't want such marriage" Khushi said standing up, facing the bedroom door.
Arnav grabbed her hand "Don't you dare walk out on me" he growled.
Khushi struggled to free her hand "Leave me!"
Arnav twisted her arm behind her back, pulling her against him "This is my house. I get to decide what stays and what leaves. You staying here was my decision. You leaving will also be if I ever decide"
"I am not an object you can just play around with" she cried "I don't want your pity!"
"Pity!" he roared "Do you actually think I do things out of pity?" he twisted her arm harder without realizing it "You don't know me at all. I am a selfish man Khushi. I only do things that make me happy and marrying you is one of those damn things!"
Khushi lifted her lashes at him, her divine innocence shining from within. Arnav groaned and slammed his lips on hers.She whimpered but didn't push him away. He let go of her arm and pulled her closer to get rid of any space between them. Biting her lip, Arnav explored her mouth. It was so sweet. Almost like nectar. She let out a moan.
Arnav let go of her arms and nipped at her neck. So swan-like. Finding her sweet spot he nibbled on it making her clutch on him tighter and sigh. Oh how he just wanted to sink his fangs into her...
That made him immediately take a step back. What was he doing? He had to stop. Arnav took a deep breath and turned around.
Khushi wrapped her arms around him from the back "Don't stop" she murmured.
Arnav held her hands "No" he whispered "Let me stop before I can't"
That made her clutch him harder "No" she whispered back "Stay with me. Make love to me"
Arnav turned around and slammed his lips back on hers.
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He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Khushi snuggled up to him and sighed with content. She smiled at him.
Arnav felt his eyes darken with pleasure. The pleasure of wanting her blood. He stared into her eyes for a full minute before her eyes began fluttering shut "Go to sleep" he cajoled.
Khushi struggled to keep her eyes open but his intoxicating voice managed to persuade her and she did as he said.
The second he was sure she was asleep, Arnav hovered over her, looking no less than a predator. He needed his dose. Earlier he had been completely occupied with her to even have a sip of his usual supply. Arnav needed the blood. Her blood. It was like a drug.Leaning to her neck, he breathed in her scent and without delaying any more time, he sank his fangs into her.
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Khushi woke up to a sweet ache throbbing in her body in specific areas. She sighed in pleasure reaching for Arnav. She frowned when she didn't feel a hard muscular body next to her. In fact why did Arnav feel so furry and soft? Reluctantly she opened her eyes. She gasped.
"Arnav?" Khushi said confused.
What was the cat doing in the bed? In Arnav, her husband's, spot? In fact, where was Arnav?
Khushi sat up straight. When she followed the cat's gaze to her chest, she immediately gathered the cover up to her shoulders. She narrowed her eyes at the cat "What are you doing here? Where's Arnav?"
Arnav meowed. He walked over to her and plopped in her lap.
Khushi frowned "I meant my husband"
Khushi pushed the cat away and got up, covering herself with the duvet. She suddenly gasped when the room began spinning. She clutched her head ready to faint when strong arms caught her "I got you" she heard a familiar masculine voice but her senses were too drowsy to notice.
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Arnav swore. He took too much blood last night. He picked up her unconscious body and laid her on the bed. He turned around and went to the kitchen, quickly organizing breakfast.
Arnav grimaced, a headache pounding in his head. His body ached. His bones throbbed wanting to transform. The pain was unbearable but Arnav knew he had to take care of Khushi. He had to give her her breakfast or else her condition could worsen. Arnav couldn't live with the fact that he would be the reason her health would deteriorate.
Somehow he managed to climb up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shook Khushi awake "Khushi" he gasped "Wake up"
Thankfully she did wake up quickly "Arnav" she smiled.
He pushed the tray of food to her "Eat. I have to go"
Khushi grabbed his hand "Don't go" she pleaded.
"I have to. I'm sorry" he replied feeling short of breath.
With that he quickly left. Khushi was too weak to chase after him so she stayed in the bed.
Arnav, the cat, walked up to her and sat back in her lap. This time Khushi didn't push him away. She sighed "I don't want to sound like a clingy wife" she said to the cat "It's just...I was hoping he'd stay with me for a little while. I mean it's technically our first day as husband and wife. And last night..." she blushed "I was hoping he'd stay with me, maybe cuddle and comfort me...but I guess business is more important"
Khushi smiled at the breakfast tray "But this was sweet of him" she said to the cat "It shows that he cares"
Oh she had no idea...
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Gerli @Gerli
1 years ago
Hi, sorry aber ich weiss nicht wie ich es schreiben soll, aber ich hätte auch gern den nicht jugendfreien Blog gelesen. Was ist eine PM. Liebe Grüsse Gerli