Chapter 31
Arnav entered the room and found her parents with Khushi taking care of her. He had spoken to the doctor and he had assured him that she was better and could be taken home. The only thing to watch out for was if she saw double or any fainting spells. The doctor was to be consulted immediately if anything happened, he had discharged her as he had explained that he was not her husband but husband to be and their wedding was in a day.
He informed them about the discharge and told them to get Khushi ready as he finished the formalities. Khushi's smile vanished the minute he had entered the room. She had given him a monosyllable answer to his enquiry about her health. There did not seem any need for her to be civil to him when he had been so rude in the morning. She felt relief wash over her the minute he had left the room.
He had pushed the wheelchair, he had insisted she sit on even though she felt capable of walking. He also assisted her to sit up in the passenger seat next to him and strapped her in. She let him help without exchanging any words.
Once home, he carried her in his arms to her room despite protests from her. Her parents settled her and as she seemed exhausted, she had been forced to sleep after some light lunch.
She woke up as she felt something prickle her senses. The room was in semi darkness as the curtains were drawn and the only sound was the humming of the air-conditioner. Once her eyes got used to the minimum light in the room, she realized Arnav was sitting in an armchair, staring at her pensively. She immediately alerted sat up.
He got up and came to sit next to her on the bed and said, "How are you feeling? Do you want water?"
She nodded her head for the water and he brought a glass and put it to her lips as she drank looking over the rim into his eyes. She could not make out what they were saying other than this questioning look he seemed to be giving her.
"Thanks. I am feeling better. Did I sleep for long?" Khushi squinted and looked on the bedside table to make out the time and saw it was going six in the evening. She did sleep longer than she had expected. Must have been the pills.
"We need to talk." Arnav announced without preamble.
"Can we not do it some other time? I really don't want to talk about anything?" Khushi tried to evade.
"Nani ne mujhe bheja hai." Arnav spelled out. Khushi tensed. She schooled her face to not let any emotion be reflected.
She kept quiet not wanting to say anything lest any emotion seeped through in her voice.
"Khushi, tumne suna maine kya kaha?" Arnav asked in a louder voice, irked that she was not even listening to him
"Hmm! Kyon?" Khushi asked reluctantly.
"She has asked me to marry you. And I guess she has a point. So we will get married day after tomorrow." He announced pacing the floor.
"And what makes you think I am going to agree meekly?" Khushi countered sarcastically. "I mean i know you are the great Arnav Singh Raizada, but you cant really be that egotistical to actually believe that I, Khushi Kumari Gupta will marry you." She let out a guffaw. She could not believe, he had just made an announcement as if it was a deal that was a foregone conclusion in his favor. Arnav Singh Raizada saw it fit, so it had to be it.
He had another think coming if he thought he was getting it so easy. "Mera naam bhi Khushi Kumari Gupta nahi agar, meine naak nahi ragdi iski" she mentally thought to herself. Though a part of her was astounded, she smiled at the way he seemed to think she would agree so readily.
Arnav had stopped hearing those words and turned to face her. She looked beautiful even when she had no make up, a huge white bandage around her head that competed with the color on her face which was pale, hell almost white.
He felt like a heel for doing this to her and felt rage bubble within him towards Nani for having twisted his arm. And he knew he had to keep cool, but with her there was no middle ground, she evoked in him emotions he had thought himself incapable of.
"Why cant you marry me? I will make it worth you while." He gave a sneer. "I know about your father's loan and I will pay it off. I am sure, the money I have to offer is something you cant refuse." He stood with his arms folded and chin tilted saying with his stance that he got her where he knew it would work.
Khushi got out of bed feeling at a disadvantage at him standing over her imposingly. "Who the hell you think you are. You think you will buy me to marry you? Not even if I am dying. You hear that? You can take your money and burn it. I am not interested in the offer or a marriage with you. No deal. You can leave the room." She had walked up to him and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
"Even if I offer you, a million Rupees? Soch lo Khushi, aaj ke baad Mausa ko koi chinta nahi rahegi. You will lead a life of the lady of leisure. Itna paisa ki tumhein ek aur din kaam karne ki jaroorat nahi padegi." He lured her further.
"You'. You' Tum samjhte kya ho apne aapko. Ki sab ko khareed sakte ho. Toh jao, kisi aur larki ko kharido, apni Nani ke sharton ko poora kar lene ke liye. Waise Lavanya ne mana kyon kar diya? Tumne usse bhi paise diye kya apne saath shaadi karne ke liye? I am sure it was she who refused to marry you and no wonder. Tum jaise se kaun shaadi karega?" She sniggered at him
"Ha! Arnav Singh Raizada. A pathetic piece of a man, who cannot get any woman to marry him, unless he offers her money. Kyon, aisi kya problem hai... Arnav... scared you wont be able to perform... unless you pay?" She accused.
"Khushi... watch what you are saying.. " Arnav warned.
"Kyon..?" Now riled beyond reason, she continued, "It is okay for you to buy me to marry you as if I am a commodity but you can't it when I show you a mirror huh? If I question your ability... ?" she stopped. For Arnav had closed the gap and pulled her roughly to him. He had closed her mouth in a punishing kiss.
Khushi struggled. Her nails on his arms trying to find skin to rake and she did. She dug and scratched him, till she felt the wetness of blood.
He yelped, and said, "You wildcat." As he captured her hands letting go of her mouth and tucked them behind her. She grunted in pain as he pulled her against his hard chest and took her mouth in another kiss that was a punishment for having scratched him. She not easily subdued, bit his lip. But he did not let go. He instead took advantage of her parted lips and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He captured her tongue between his teeth and held not too tightly but any movement would have made her bleed. So she stopped struggling biding her time for some slack to pull away. But he was a strong man and she did feel woozy. The second he felt her fight go away, he changed tactics.
He let his tongue touch hers. And knew she had felt a jolt the way her eyes had widened slightly as she had glared back at him. He had kept on staring into her eyes as he started a sensual assault on her senses. He let his tongue work for him creating a need in her that he knew she felt, for he felt it too. He had started the kiss as a punishment but there was something about her that cried out to him. She easily enraged the animal in him and yet she was also the one who tamed it. He laced his fingers in hers and pulled her between his legs to let her know what she did to him. To make her see that this thing was not one sided, he let of her hands and put his hand under her kameez and ran his hand on her back. He flicked the hooks on the bra loose he encountered on the way and moved his hand to the front under the slack of her bra and captured her breast. She moaned and her eyes closed. He still kept looking at her. Working both his lips and hand on her breast. He flicked the peaked nipple with his thumb and heard her hiss. He captured it between his finger and thumb and massaged it gently yet knew from the sounds emanating from deep within her throat were evidence of what was happening to her. Her grounded his hips into her so that she felt his hardened crotch against her belly.
He kissed her with a smile as her arms wound around him and dug her fingers in his scalp showing her need to him. He complied by putting his other hand on her bum and pulling her against himself so that she knew what she was doing to him and pushed into her to let her know what he intended to do.
He squeezed her breast in his hand and groaned when she kissed him back with fervor. He picked one of her legs to gain better access to her femininity and felt her heat through the layers of clothes. Frustrated, he let go for a second, held the edge of the kurta and pulled it over her head before she could protest.
Khushi had never felt this way. What was happening to her? She felt as if she was floating somewhere above it all and yet she felt each imprint on her soul as she felt his hand, his lips, his manhood grind into her and she felt helpless, even dazed. Before she could think, she felt the cool air on her heated skin and again heat replacing it when he took her in his arms.
Something had changed, for he did not kiss her as if it was a punishment anymore but a need, a need that he had to assuage, even though his hands were trembling. She felt the brush of his shirt against her skin and she did not like it. She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and slid her hands under and sighed as if she had found home. She felt an electric current run through her as he bent her backwards and kissed her breast through the loose bra. Then he pushed it up with his teeth and captured her lips with warm lips. Lips that covered her in wet kisses. The tongue slathered her nipple in a stroke that elicited a cry from her as her head dropped back and she said, "Arnav'."
He just murmured acknowledgement as he continued to run havoc on her breast. She had clutched at him. Then she felt herself floating and realised he had lifted her up without letting go of her breast with one arm around her waist and the other under her butt. Once near the bed, he bent with her and lay on the bed, with her under him and his legs dangling from the side of the bed.
He then kissed her breast in a leisurely fashion. Giving her attention as if there was nothing else that he ever wanted to do. His other hand kneaded her other breast and she felt her own arms which seemed have a life of their own reach his nipples under the shirt. She copied his movements and heard him groan. Suddenly he let her go. Got up and tore his shirt open and shrugged out of it.
Khushi had been stunned at that action and had forgotten to cover her breast as she saw his bare torso. She was yet again assailed with a need to touch him and sat up, only to have him put one knee on the bed and give her slight push before he put the other leg over her and leaned on her, ensuring that he did not put complete weight on her. He then braced himself on one knee and arm and removed the bra with one hand and tossed it aside. He looked at her now completely naked breasts and smiled. Feeling shy, Khushi tried to cover herself when he shook his head and kissed her.
He kissed her senseless and for a long time all they heard was their mingled breathes coming between their moans. It was his hand which had gone inside her salwar which had come loose somehow and below her hips and through her panty to reach the curls that hid her core that brought Khushi back to reality. She pushed him. And saw him fall over the edge of the bed with a thud. She covered herself with the kameez that was at the foot of the bed without the bra and was sitting up with her knees under her when they heard a knock on the door and the knob turn.
They both looked at each other and then at the door.
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