Chapter Seventeen

It's safe to say that after all the rituals had taken place and were blessed by our family, that tears were exchanged during the send off. I can't remember a time where I had cried this hard nor held my parents as tightly as I had tonight. I couldn't help but to remember those moments in the past when they would piss me off so much and I would threaten them that I would leave them someday and that they'd regret getting mad at me and for yelling at me.

Oh what a stupid girl I was. When the time came to really leave, it was one of the most hardest things to ever do.

But I knew that I had to. I couldn't stay with Amma, Babuji, and Buaji forever. It was time for me to go with my husband. And so with a heavy heart I left them, and made my way to my future home, with my in laws.

Arnav sat beside me in the car, no one else there but the driver. The tears which streamed down my cheeks couldn't be helped. I already missed my family.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Arnav move. He brought out and held his handkerchief to me. I glanced at it and then at him and he nodded.

Tentatively taking it from his hand, I looked up at him. "Thank you," I whispered.

Arnav smiled softly and I wiped away my tears.

Okay, that's enough girl! Stop crying! Stop crying in front him! He's going to think you're a blubbering baby!

"I understand how you feel."

What? I looked up at him.

"Well, maybe not exactly. I remember when Di got married and how upset I was. I still remember the tears... it's hard to let go of the ones you love - to let go of the ones you knew as your family for so long and to just leave and go join another family. I understand," he smiled humbly.

Sigh.... I think my heart may have melted a bit and is oozing over my other organs.

Ah well.

Arnav reached out and took my hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. Brave of a move as it was, it was gentle and something I needed. So I squeezed his back and smiled softly.

The car slowed down and Arnav glanced out the window. "Welcome to your new home."

Looking out the window, I looked at what was now home. The mansion was decorated beautifully, shining in its lights. When we got out, we we were greeted by Nani and Di. Mama and Mami were here as well, who had recently come back from their trip to Goa last week.

Once we were greeted, I kicked the small pot of rice and stepped into the alta. With Arnav's help, we walked inside, leaving the mark of my entry. Once brought inside, I realized that there were more family and friends inside. Everyone was eager to meet me and the bar of my nervousness broke, the level of my nerves now higher than ever. Thank goodness Arnav was with me, or I would have suffered from anxiety.

Di came to my side and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Tired? I can take you upstairs, not to mention save you."

A smile couldn't be helped. "Thank you Di."

"Not a problem," she grinned.

Di led me upstairs, a few other family members following us. Jeejaji and Akash came with us, as well as another of Arnav's cousins, NK.

When we got to my new room, Di had me sit on the bed.

Di sighed. "A wedding can be fun yet tiring, huh?"

"So she says now," Jeejaji frowned.

"Hey," she frowned, crossing her arms.

"By the way, where's Nanav," NK asked.

Nanav? That's really cute.

Akash frowned. "I think I saw him talking to Mr. Khanna about the new deal-"

"Deal," Di and NK shrieked, as if it were something horrifying.

"Even on his wedding day," Jeejaji frowned.

"Akash, NK, go get that too-serious brother of mine, " Di said. "If you don't leave right now, I'll go get him by his ear right now."

"Oh boy," the two piped and dashed out.

Di sighed and turned to me. "I'm sorry Khushi. My brother can be... be...."

"Such a boss," I tried.

"Stupid CEO shit," she grumbled.

Jeejaji and I chuckled.

But now I have to ask - would work ever become an issue? Will he be too busy with his work to give me any time?

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

I looked up and found Arnav, Akash, and NK at the door, Arnav looking at me.

Oh my... I think my heart just melted a bit more.

"Well, I didn't think work would be an issue today Chote," Di scowled.

"Sorry Di. Mr. Khanna approached me and-"

"I don't care who approached who. You have a wife now, that stuff has to change."

NK scratched his head. "Why's that Di? Besides, that's just impossible for Nanav."

Arnav turned to him. "Is that so?"

The two messed around with each other and it was nice to see Arnav so laid back.

"Alright you two, enough," Di said. "Why can't you guys be good like Akash?"

Akash grinned. "That's right."

Arnav and NK glanced at each other and then at him. "Eight."

Akash flinched. "Uh..." and he left the room.

Huh?

Di shook her head. "Why do I even bother?"

Jeejaji chuckled. "Alright, that's enough for now. Let's leave the newly weds to themselves now, hmm?"

He ushered everyone out the room, NK giving Arnav two thumbs up and a wink before leaving.

Oh my-!

Only now has it truly hit me about the suhag raat. I mean for fuck's sake - no pun intended - I just might loose my virginity tonight!!!

Holy fuck!!!

Arnav closed the doors and locked it before turning to me. I immediately turned my eyes away, feeling nervous out of my mind, much more than what I felt throughout the day.

This was a whole other level!

Arnav stood before me. "Tired?"

I looked up at him and nodded.

"You should wash up then. Some of your clothes are in the wardrobe there, the rest in the dressing room."

Say what? "Dressing room?"

Arnav nodded and held his hand out. Hesitantly, I placed my hand in his and got up. He looked at me for a moment and I could feel the blush on my cheeks heating my face.

I followed beside him and we went through a door. I thought this door led to the bathroom, but I was wrong. Instead, it led to the dressing room, which then led you to the bathroom through another doorway. The dressing room was big, basically a large walk in closet with clothes upon clothes upon clothes everywhere. This would explain why there wasn't a vanity out there in the bedroom - because it was in here.

"I put your clothes on this side," he said, showing me my clothes.

He put them? "You put them?"

"Yeah," he blushed slightly.

He blushes? Aww....

We both stood quietly for a moment before he spoke.

"I'll leave you to get changed."

He turned and left the dressing room and I locked the door behind him. Leaning back against it, I sighed.

It doesn't seem like there's any pressure for that. In fact... there isn't any at all. ...does that mean he doesn't want to sleep with me? Does that mean my suhag raat...

My heart caved in, but I tried to cheer it up. Maybe it's better this way, yeah. Maybe it is.

But my heart refused to understand.

Going through my clothes, I found a simple red salwar kameez and changed into it. I headed into the
bathroom and washed up, removing Payal's masterpiece. My jewelry were set down on the vanity and the only thing that remained was my mangalsutra.

I placed my hand over it and smiled softly. I could still feel Arnav's fingertips on my neck, the feeling still lingering there.

Will he touch me like that tonight?

Entering the bedroom, I saw Arnav by the window, on his phone. At the sound of the door shutting, he turned to me. I walked over to him, looking down at my hands. The nerves had returned and I could only wonder what would happen next.

"You should get some sleep, you look tired."

I nodded, still looking down, and Arnav went to change. When the door clicked shut, I let out another sigh.

Geez, I gotta stop stressing myself!

Doing as he said, I went to the bed. Flowers hung all around it like curtains, and it was lovely. Getting under the covers, I waited for Arnav to come out.

Hmm, do I still call him Arnav? Or should I say Arnavji? Amma doesn't do that with Babuji. Then again they've been married for so long.

Hmm....

Arnav reentered the room and looked at me. For a moment he gazed at me, and blush filled my cheeks once more.

Turning off the lights, Arnav slipped into bed, laying beside me. For a moment, we both laid there quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

"Can't sleep," he asked.

I shook my head. "No. You?"

He shook his head. "No."

We both went quiet again.

"Khushi?"

"Hmm?"

"What made you decide to apply for my company?"

My eyebrows went up and I turned to face him. "Um... I don't know. Career services had recommended AR to me. The counselor there knew me well and knew I had an interest in fashion and since I was majoring in business,  she thought it was the most perfect place for me."

"Ah...."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Making conversation."

Oh? "Oh. ...well then, um... what's your second favorite color?"

What the fuck? What kind of stupid question is that?!!

Arnav chuckled and turned to me and I blushed, looking down.

"Maybe yellow. Or blue. Why do you ask?"

"Um... just making conversation" Like an idiot!

Arnav chuckled. "Why not ask me my first favorite color?"

Uh...? "Because Di already told me," I said softly.

"Did she now," he grinned with a roll of eyes.

"Uh huh. She told me before that first party you had here."

Arnav thought about it. "Oh, that night. When we-"

His eyes slightly widened and I looked down, blush filling my cheeks once more.

Geez, I'm such a newly wedded bride.

"That was a good night," he said softly.

"It was," I agreed.

"And the day after...."

"That was nice too," I nearly whispered.

Arnav smiled softly. "At least, before Di came barging in."

The memory of Di's shock filled face, made us both grin.

"But the night of the engagement was better."

I looked up at him and found him gazing at me. The memories of that night came floating back in my head, the two of us going for a walk to get away from all of the craziness. One moment we were walking and talking, the next we were kissing and I had gotten a hickey on my neck.

I blushed and couldn't help the smile on my face. "I agree."

Arnav smiled humbly and reached forward. He caressed my cheek with his hand and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Get some sleep."

I nodded in his hold and he slightly pulled me closer to him. I didn't mind one bit and moved in a bit closer. When he closed the space between us, he had me lay my head on his chest and held me around my waist. Placing another kiss on my forehead, we both drifted off to sleep.

Though it wasn't what I had thought would happen during my suhag raat, this was simply perfect.

Chapter Sixteen

Oh how quickly the days have gone by....

No seriously, how quickly the days have gone by.

Just the other day, all the dates were fixed for each event. Then just like that, we had the engagement party... and hickey #2 on my neck. Then we had my haldi and his haldi separately, and then the mehendi.

And now, tonight was the night. The night.

The wedding.

Guests poured into our home and people ran all over the place. I was tugged this way and that way, people helping me get ready for my big day. Amma, Babuji, and Buaji were yelling here and there, trying to get everything perfect for the ceremony tonight.

While everyone grinned with joy, I was emotional out of my mind. Parts of me were scared, sad, excited, and so many other emotions, bouncing around. I was sad to leave my home and my family, yet excited to start this new part of my life, that too with Arnav.

I can't explain why but... there's just something about him.

That's really the only way I can explain it. And because of that, I truly do realize now that I'm in love with him - even if he is my boss and I barely know him.

The ceremony would begin at 9, the guests already arriving since 8. And while I sat alone in my mostly empty room, since a majority of my belongings had already been shifted to Raizada mansion, I felt mostly sad. I didn't want to leave my room, my home, my crazy mom, my loving dad, and my sidekick Buaji.

What will I do without them?

The door to my room opened, revealing an already crying Amma and Buaji. Amma came dashing in and gave me a hug and I had to force myself from crying or else Payal would beat me up for messing up her masterpiece.

"Oh my sweet baby girl is getting married," she cried.

"You've only realized that now," I frowned through my tears.

"No!"

She cried harder, making it harder for me to resist.

"Oh stop it you two," Buaji exclaimed. "You're gonna make me cry!"

We looked at her, then at each other, and held our arms out to her. She joined our hug, turning it into a group hug.

"Khushi," Amma sniffed.

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you won't be childish around them.'

"Amma!"

Buaji pulled back. "She has a good point Sanka devi."

"Not you too Buaji!"

"She's right," Amma defended, and I simply frowned.

"And be nice to him, Khushi, your life is about to change."

I frowned again.

"Who wouldn't want to be nice to him," Buaji said. "With that fine face and fine body, why I-"

"Buaji, you're talking about my husband!"

This woman!

Amma and Buaji smirked. "Your husband?"

Um... I really did say that, didn't I?

The two giggled like two little girls and I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed. When they stopped acting like half their age, they sat down beside me, putting me in between.

Amma caressed my cheek. "Khushi, your life is truly about to change. Especially after tonight."

"Mm hmm," Buaji agreed. "The suhag raat changes everything."

Did she just-? "Buaji!"

"What, it's true," she said innocently.

"She has a point," Amma said.

I cannot be hearing this.

"Let me tell you Sanka devi, on my suhag raat, I was so nervous and so scared and I had no idea about the pleasure I was going to get-"

"Oh my gosh, stop talking," I squealed.

Buaji grinned rougishly. My goodness, this woman!

"She has a point Khushi. I mean on my suhag raat I-"

"I so don't want to hear your tale of nervousness."

"What nervousness, I was excited!"

I looked at her wide eyed and so did Buaji. "Say what," the two of echoed.

Amma giggled. "The truth is, when I met your father, there was this... vibe between us."

Mama say what?

"I mean... we clicked. It may sound gross to you but sometime after we met, we were put together to talk and get comfortable with each other. Next thing I know I've got a hickey in my neck."

"What," i exclaimed.

"Wow, like mother like daughter," Buaji frowned.

Amma frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Buaji, I am going to kill you!!

"I-"

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!
Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

He's here.

"The groom and his family are here," some shrieked in the hallway.

I knew it.

Amma sighed. "Well... time to go Khushi."

My emotions took hold of me again. "Do we have to?"

Tears pooled into her eyes once more and she hugged me again. Buaji couldn't control herself this time and cried, the three if us holding each other as we smiled through our tears.

*~*

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

With each step we took towards the mandap, my heart grew wilder and wilder. It wanted him badly, and so did I.

Arriving to our crazily decorated backyard, all set up for the wedding, guests turned their attention on me.

Eep!

Can I run and hide like a scared little mouse instead?

Dhak-dhak-dhak!

My heart is acting strange.

Dhak-dhak-dhak!

Is it cause I'm nervous. Or is it because...?

Up ahead, standing at the mandap by the pyre, was none other than my husband to be, the man who even without knowing him well, I had fallen in love with.

Dhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhak!

Arnav. My gosh, he looks so handsome in his sherwani, and so... so perfect.

Standing at his side, the two of us gazed at each other. In that moment, everyone else in the room disappeared. There was only an echo in the room, of chanting and prayer. All I could understand was that the two of us sat down together, did what we were told to by the voice, then made our pheras. As I followed behind him, I couldn't help but to gaze at him. In a matter of moments, I would be his and he would be mine. He would lead me from here on out and I would lead him from here on out, working as a team.

Once we made our seven vows, we stood in front of each other. Someone handed Arnav the little pot of sindoor, and just like that, he filled my parting. The sound of clapping erupted around us, but I paid no attention to it.

I was no longer a single woman, but a married one. I would no longer be living with the family I grew up with and was raised by, but with my new family. I was no longer just Khushi Kumari Gupta, but the wife of Arnav Singh Raizada.

I am Khushi Singh Raizada.

Chapter Fifteen

Dhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhak!

I swear, I think I just might die!

After Anjali, or should I say Di, told everyone to speed up the date of the wedding, everyone had gotten curious. She didn't exactly "out" us, but she said that there were "hot sparks" between Arnav and I. Could that be any bit more embarrassing?

Both families decided that it was a good idea, especially Buaji and Di. So the dates were set for each event and ever since we had left Raizada mansion, my heart has been acting up like this.

Help me! If my heart continues to do this, I will most likely die before the wedding!

But then again, I understand why my heart is doing this.

"There's just something about you... I can't seem to control myself."

He's right - there's just something about him that makes me... gosh it's hard to explain. Especially since I can't understand it myself.

Is this love? Like in all of the romantic movies, when they show the girl walking along the beach and twirling in the park, lost in thought all of the time? I seem to be in that position a lot these days. Take for example the other day - Buaji was talking away but I didn't hear a single word she said because my mind was stuck on Arnav. Babuji was teaching me a recipe and yet, I could only think of Arnav. Amma was teaching me crochet, and even then my mind was on Arnav.

Arnav, Arnav, Arnav - nothing but Arnav.

And I absolutely loved it!

I wonder - does he think of me that way too?

Hiccup!

"Oh? Looks like someone is thinking of you," Buaji grinned.

Hiccup!!

"I wonder who?"

I hiccuped and frowned at her. "That's not real."

"Sure it is," Amma piped in, placing her tea down. "Watch."

I glance side to side, then hiccuped. "See!"

"That's because I haven't said any names yet. Kabir."

Hiccup!

"Payal," Buaji tried.

Hiccup!

"Garima!"

Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup!

"Wow, I was sure it was one of them," Amma frowned.

"It's probably you," I hiccuped.

"Oh no dear, it's not me, I'm right here."

"It's not me either," Buaji frowned. "Though I wonder..."

"Wonder-" Hiccup! "What?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. "Arnav."

"Oh that's just absurd!"

"Is it," Amma questioned.

"Yes it is! Just because we're getting married, doesn't mean he's thinking of me. I mean we don't even know each other like that, mostly as employer and employee. Besides-"

"Gee, that's a lot of words you just said. That too without a single hiccup."

I frowned and thought about it. There wasn't a sound and not a single hiccup hiccuped. Which means.... "I'm cured?"

"Indeed you are."

My eyes widened at the thought. "Arnav was thinking of me?"

Buaji smirked. "And you said you were just employer and employee. Though I'd have to disagree, especially after the hic-"

"Buaji!"

Buaji bit her tongue. "Right, sorry."

Amma looked at us curiously. "What are you two hiding?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," I tried to laugh off. If Amma finds out, I'm gonna kill that woman!

"Nothing at all, just silly stuff, nothing important at all," Buaji smiled.

Amma was still curious, but she decided not to push it, thank goodness.

Though a question still floats in the air - why was Arnav thinking of me?

*~*

This needs to stop, it needs to end right now. I can't do this to her.

Zooming down the road, driving along the beach side, Arnav Singh Raizada had only one mission in mind.

I can't do this to her. I can't.

The words repeatedly echoed on his mind and it rang in his ears.

Arriving to a villa, Arnav parked his car on the driveway and entered the home. It was his one of his many homes that he owned, though this one he had put up for sale. There were some things in life you just needed to let go of because they would only remind you of your own foolishness and stupid mistakes.

Though sometimes, you just needed to bury them.

Walking up the stairs, Arnav walked into the master bedroom. The room had been mostly cleared out, only a few furniture left in the room. Among those few was the bed, which currently held a naked woman - waiting and wanting.

"About time you got here," her seductive tone said.

Arnav felt his body react, as it always would do at the sight of her.

Only now, unlike all those times before, his body reacted with disgust.

The woman sat up and reached her hand out to him. "Come here," she smiled softly.

Arnav looked at the 38 year old woman carefully. All of her flaws were now crystal clear to him, Arnav noticing the slight wrinkles by her eyes. But he not only noticed her flaws, but his own as well.

The woman looked at him curiously, but she had a small smile on her face. "What is it Arnav?" She reached out for him. "Come here dear-"

Arnav stepped out of reach and the woman looked at him with confusion.

"Arnav-?"

"What are you doing here Kinjal?"

Kinjal scrunched her eyebrows.

"I meant it when I said that this," he stressed, gesturing the space between the two of them, "is over."

"Arnav-"

"It's over Kinjal. It's been over."

"Is it? You came here didn't you-?"

"I came here to get it through your head Kinjal, nothing else. We're over - we've been over. You just can't get it through your head."

The woman got up and went over to him. "Arnav please, I know you were mad at me-"

"Yes, I was. But it's over, and not just because of that."

She looked at him incredulously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it means. So stop bothering me, stop sending me nudes like some mother fucking horny teenager, it's over!"

"Is it? Is it really? We've been doing this for years now Arnav. You know how I feel about you, and I know how you felt about me," she said seductively.

"That would be nothing Kinjal. You were just a pass-time, just a fuck, and if I remember clearly - which I do - you were the one desperate for me when I tossed you aside. The error on my part was taking you back every time."

Kinjal smirked.

"But that won't be the case this time."

Kinjal frowned. "Why not?"

Arnav smirked lightly and stepped back, retreating.

"Arnav! Arnav stop! I- is it another girl?"

Arnav paused and Kinjal looked at him carefully.

"Arnav, this has happened before. Remember when you liked that other girl and-"

"She's different."

"So it is because of a girl. Arnav-"

"It's different. And no matter what Kinjal, you're not coming back into my life."

"What-? Are you getting married, is that what it is? I know your family has been wanting that for a while-"

"Yes, yes I am."

Kinjal's eyes widened. "Arnav-"

"And I want to marry her," and he turned away.

Kinjal watched his retreating back. "But... Arnav stop! What we have is-"

"What we have is nothing," he said, with his back facing her. "It never was anything."

"But you have something with that girl?! You don't even know her!"

"You're right... but she's special."

"Special?!"

"I can't explain it but..." Arnav faced her. "But there's no reason for me to explain that to you."

"Arnav-"

"We've been over for almost 3 weeks now, a bit more than that actually. And when it comes to my future wife, she is none of your concern."

Arnav walked out of the room and Kinjal grabbed a robe, then went after him.

"Arnav please-!'

Arnav whipped around, his eyes filled with rage. "Enough!"

Kinjal flinched, her eyes widening. 

"There is nothing between us! You and I are over and have been for quite some time now! Stop texting me, stop bothering me, and get out of my life! The only woman who matters to me is my future wife."

"How can you say that when you hardly know her?!"

"Because I love her."

Kinjal's eyes widened. "You what," she breathed. 

"I love her. Even if I don't properly know her, I know that I love her. With her, it's different. And I don't know why, but all I can do is think of her."

Kinjal couldn't believe a word she was hearing. 

"Don't ever bother me again."

Arnav went to the bottom of the stairs, ignoring Kinjal's cries for him, and walked out of the villa. He went to his car and drove off, sighing as he let off all of that pressure. 

No more of her, good riddance. Gosh, if I could go back in time, I'd stop my naive adolescent self from ever being trapped by that woman's magic. But that doesn't matter now; what's done is done. Khushi is going to be my partner now, my wife. And even if I don't know her like that... there's just something about her, something special, and I can't explain it.

Arnav scoffed. 

Listen to me, I sound like some sappy Romeo. Arnav Singh Raizada isn't a sappy Romeo. Yet when it comes to her.... It's like Di and Jeejaji would say, all the sap and romance. I used to think they were crazy but... now I feel it too. 

Arnav came to a red light and looked out to the horizon. 

With her, it'll be different. Around her, I won't have to keep up a charade, but be myself. I won't have to be the cold-hearted CEO the world expects from me. I can just be myself. 

The light turned green and Arnav pulled forward. 

It's crazy, but I think I love her. I don't know what else to call it; I've never felt this way before and it's almost exactly the way Di and Jeejaji describe it. So if it isn't love, then what is it? Whatever the case, I look forward to knowing you better Khushi Kumari Gupta. 

With a small smile on his face,  Arnav drove home. But while he had a smile on his face, Kinjal had a scowl. 

She was tossing anything her hands could find and throwing it to the floor. 

"I am not losing so easily! How dare he?! How dare he give up a woman like me? Me! Someone so beautiful! How dare he?!!

"What does he think, that I'll just let him go so easily? Not a chance! Until I get his money, there is no way I'm letting him go. Until I get him like all those other chumps, I will not let him go."

An evil smirk appeared on her face. "So, he's going to get married eh? We'll just see about that."

Chapter Fourteen

Holy cow, I'm getting married! I'm going to become a married person! A bride! A wife!!!

No matter how many times the thought went through my mind and I blinked through it, it didn't get any easier. I was still frozen, sitting on my bed in my pj's with my makeup still on.

I'm getting married!!

"Sanka devi! Time to come back to earth," Buaji's voice echoed.

I looked up and found her in front of me. When did she get here? 

She waved her hand in front of me. "Sanka devi."

Her waving hand began to annoy me and I reached out to stop it. "Buaji," I whined.

"Now that's more like it." She sat down in front of me. "Tell me, what's going on in that head of yours."

"I just.... I'm getting married."

Buaji chuckled. "Yes, that you are."

"It just... it feels like... I don't know! I just...."

Buaji began to chuckle, which annoyed. "He truly has left his affect on you."

I frowned. "Buaji!"

Reaching back for my hair, I gathered it up and put it into a messy bun. I really needed to get the gunk off of my face yesterday, ugh. I got up and went past Buaji to my vanity to get out my makeup remover wipes.

"Oh! He truly has left his affect on you."

I looked at her through the mirror. "What's that supposed to mean,"I asked, holding the makeup wipe at my cheek.

"Your neck."

I glanced at my neck. "What's wrong with my neck?" It seemed just fine.

Buaji chuckled. "The other side," she smirked.

My eyebrows scrunched on its own, and I moved the makeup remover wipe to my other hand to clean the other side of my face. "What other- oh my devi-!"

My hand shot straight to my neck and praying that Buaji really hasn't made this discovery, I removed my hand.

"Oh m-!" There's a freaking hickey on my neck!!! But how?!

Memories flashed through my head, remembering the incidents that had occurred at the poolside. For a moment, I could still feel his lips lingering on mine, as if they they truly were right now.

"That must have been an amazing kiss."

I snapped out of my thoughts and found my hand over my lips, and moved them away.

Buaji came chuckling over to me and tilted my head the other way to inspect the hickey. "That's some mouth he's got."

What in the world?!

I moved away from Buaji and she laughed, tossing her head back. While she laughed, I grumbled and looked in the mirror at my poor neck.

Or rather, not so poor. It actually looks cool! And sexy as fuck!

But I'll have to cover it, no one can know. Speaking of which....

I turned to Buaji with my finger pointed at her. "Tell. No one."

She placed her hand over her heart while holding the other one up. "Promise."

We shook on it and I shooed her off. I needed a moment to process all of this. I was getting married, like actually getting married! And how many guys have we met along the way? Who would've thought we'd finally find the one. The one I wanted. I can't explain it, but... but my heart wants this.

And I trust my heart.

But is Arnav my Mr. Perfect?

Dashing to my closet and rummaging through hundreds of boxes, I found just the thing I was looking for - my old diary. I used this around the time I was 18. In this diary, I had created a list, containing qualities I wanted in my Mr. Perfect. As the years went on, the list grew. Obviously it isn't complete, I mean there's so much more to experience and to add, I'm sure, but this was what I had so far:

1. Romantic
2. Strong
3. Built
4. Nice body
5. Smooth chest
6. Nice hair
7. Amazing eyes
8. Kissable soft lips
9. Has good taste in clothes
10. Has bummy swag (as in sweats and t-shirt)
11. Knows how to dress
12. Dances-ish
13. Money
14. Good education
15. Good job
16. Will tolerate long shopping
17. Will tolerate romantic, sappy movies
18. Makes me feel special
19. Has a nice car (Audi!)
20. Wants to have a family
21. Does those cute Tumblr things with baby (think of those cute daddy-and-baby pics)
22. Clean (shaves)
• But still looks good with scruff
23. Will take care of me when I'm sick
24. Will take care of me when I'm emotional
25. Will hold me after an emotional rollercoaster in a book
26. Makes teasing jokes
• Which can lead on to la-di-da-dum ;)
27. Regular jokes as well
28. Says "I love you" often
29. Will actually admit when he looks at other women
30. Calls mom now and then
31. NO SMOKING!
32. NO DRINKING!
• okay, maybe sometimes O=)
33. Meat lover!
34. Must be able to swim (cause I can't)
35. Ride a bike
36. Can change a tire
37. Watches football (cause someone has to be able to teach me)
38. MUST DRIVE!!!!
39. MUST be able to CARRY ME!!!
40. Knows how to smooth talk with the family
41. Isn't afraid to cry
42. Act dramatic now and then in a joking way
43. Buys gifts now and then, surprisingly
44. Will hit dialogues now and then
45. Adventurous
46. Knows how to start a "moment" ;)
47. Knows how to take charge of things
• even in naughty ways ;)
48. Holds my pillow in his sleep when I'm not there
49. Lets me make him my pillow :)
50. Drunk from his love (all hail Queen Bey!)

Now, okay, I know there's no such thing as perfection when it comes to a person, it's just not possible! But a girl can always dream, right? And some of these things aren't so bad. I mean romantic, strong, and built?

Hmm... is Arnav any of these things? Maybe romantic, though that's a long-term thing which can be confirmed later. Strong and built? Seems so. I wonder if he can carry me? He's got a good looking body, but his chest is yet to be confirmed.

There was a knock at the door and I shoved my old diary under my pillow. "Come in."

Don't judge me!

Amma came grinning in, her face ready to split in two. "Guess what," she sang.

"What," I tried to match her tone of voice.

"They want us over for breakfast tomorrow morning!"

Oh? "Oh?"

"Yes! So pick out something nice to wear for tomorrow morning. You are their future daughter in law after all!"

Amma beamed from end to end as she left the room. I think her screws came loose in all of the excitement.

Breakfast with the Raizada's, eh? Reaching for my diary, I went through the list again.

Maybe I'll be able to confirm more of these points on the list.

*~*

Breakfast at the Raizada household was grand, I mean, you've got to look at the family to understand why. Everyone was at the table except for my future husband and curiosity was truly killing the cat as I nonstop wondered where he was.

What can I say? That this was the Arnav Singh Raizada affect? ...perhaps.

And I'm kind of loving it. Drunk from his love? Well I'm not sure if it's love-love but it's definitely something.

"Hey Khushi, want a tour," Anjali asked.

"Um..." I glanced at my parents.

"If it's okay with your parents," and she looked at my parents.

Amma and Babuji both nodded and Anjali grinned. I followed up after her and she showed me around the house. It's not so bad, and I'm sure I won't get lost.

"And now, best for last, your future bedroom," she grinned.

Opening the doors Anjali led me in to Arnav's bedroom. To be honest, I didn't expect much because men are men, lost at so many things, even decor. But Arnav's room wasn't as bland as I would have thought it to be. It was decent, simple decor here and there, one wall filled with black and white pictures of a variety of structures from around the world. There were a few pictures of the family here and there. The furniture was simple, not to many and not too congested, and-

Arnav came walking though the door and I had to force my jaw from dropping. He was in a tank top and sweats, covered in sweat. Gross as it may be, he looked glorious, like a sex god.

"Good morning Chote. Did you have a good run?"

Arnav nodded but his eyes were on me. I had to look away because if I did any longer, the clenching of my insides wouldn't have stopped.

Oh yeah, he totally does stuff to me.

"I'm just showing Khushi around the house."

Arnav nodded in acknowledgment and looked at her. "You wanna explain to me why Jeejaji keeps calling me?"

Anjali twitched her lips and looked away, tilting her chin up. "Jeejaji? Jeejaji who? I'm not married."

"Di...."

"Don't you Di me," she scowled, looking at him.

"Pick up your phone, stop making the poor guy suffer."

"Poor guy? I'm the unfortunate one here, not him!"

"Yeah, sure."

Seeing the two bicker was actually heart warming. As an only child, I never got to experience anything like this. I have to admit, it feels good, yet makes me sad. I always wanted a younger sibling but there are some things in life we have no control of.

Anjali's phone rang but she ignored it.

"Pick it up Di, stop being stubborn."

Anjali gaped at him. "Chote-"

The phone rang again, cutting her off.

"Take it," Arnav admonished.

Anjali grumbled and took the call, charging out of the room, the both of us watching her leave. When she did, we glanced at each other and then away. Memories of the night before flashed in my mind and I had to stop my hand from going to my neck where the hickey was. I had used makeup to cover it up, but it still slightly showed as it had gotten darker overnight.

Just my luck, huh? So in the end, I had to leave my hair down to cover up what was left. 

"How are you," he asked softly. 

I glanced up at him and nodded. "Good. ...you?"

"Good."

I glanced at him again and at his sweat covered tank top. "Worked out?"

Arnav nodded. "Yeah. Went for a run instead of going to the gym."

"Oh.... ran on a track field?"

"No, around Milldew Park."

My eyes shot up to his. "Milldew Park? But that-!"

That park is huge! And to run around it? Holy fuck! The man has stamina, he must. 

What about in bed?

Before I let that thought go any farther, I murdered it and buried it. 

"Have you eaten," I asked. 

He shook his head. 

"You should go shower first."

Arnav nodded and he headed towards the bathroom. When the door clicked shut, I released my breath. For some reason, the vibe was awkward. Even he was slightly awkward. In comparison to the night before, he was off.

Does he regret what he did? Does he not like me? Then why take me aside? Why me alone? He could've asked Anjali and Rohan to join us as well. Instead it was just the two of us. ...But he kissed me. Why did he kiss me? Does he regret that? But he was the one who initiated! ...okay fine, it was the both of us. Then the hickey? Does he regret that? Then why do that? Or was it just in the heat of the moment? All guys do that right? But-?

"Khushi?"

Arnav came out of the bathroom and when I turned to him, my eyes darted to his wet, chiseled chest. "Sweet baby geez-us oh my!"

My hands came smacking over my mouth as blush filled my cheek. Please oh please make it some miracle where I did not just say that out loud, only in my head, please oh please oh please!!!

But that miracle would not be happening, the shock and amusement on Arnav's face saying it all. 

Damn it!

Bringing my hands to the side, I looked away in embarrassment. I saw him approach me, his wet, half-naked-only-wearing-silk-pajama-bottoms body nearing me from the corner of my eyes, and stand before me. My eyes darted from his chest and away, repeatedly. This was the chest of my future husband's? What good deed have I done to deserve this? Did Christmas come early this year?

Arnav's hand caressed my cheek and my eyes shot up to his. For a moment he gazed at me and I looked at him in wonder. Just a few minutes ago, he was being awkward, and now....

He tilted my head slightly and looked at my exposed neck. Oh! His other hand brushed off the few strands of hair that lamely covered my neck, revealing the hickey that was too proud to be hidden. Geez, why did I turn like that and send my hair swinging like some movie's heroine? His thumb brushed over the sensitive skin and I bit my lip to hold back a moan. What can I say, his touch is sensuous. 

"Sorry," he said softly. 

I looked up at him.

"I didn't think I was rough."

He's apologizing for being rough? Not for what he did? Is that what was making him awkward earlier? Because he was curious if he had left a mark? "You weren't rough."

His eyes met mine. 

"You were very sweet and... sensual." I might as well admit it.

He smiled softly and tilted my face up to his. For a moment, he simply looked at me. "There's just something about you..."

I tilted my head in curiosity. 

"I can't seem to control myself."

"What-?"

But that question was answered before it could be fully asked. Not with words, but with a kiss. I didn't care if he was wet and shirtless, I liked this. In fact, I loved this. My fingers found their way into his damp hair and pulled him closer to me as his hands moved down to my hips and tugged my body to him. The moan that had escaped my lips could not be helped, as well as the clenching of my insides. Feeling his body against mine and his lips on mine felt blissfully amazing!

"Chote- oh my!"

The two of us shot apart at the sound of Anjali's voice, but even though we had created a significant amount of space between us, it didn't change the fact that she had seen us. 

Hai DM, what's going on today?

Anjali pursed her lips to stop herself from laughing but couldn't hold it back for long. She cracked and covered her mouth with her hand. "I can see that this wedding needs to happen as quick as possible, the two of you can't control yourselves anymore," she giggled. 

Neither of us would look at her. 

"I better go tell the elders," and she dashed off. 

Wait what?!

"Di-!" Arnav shook his head. "I swear...."

Wait what just-?

Aye caramba! 

Chapter Thirteen

I felt him before he was even near us. I don't know why, but I simply did, which was just plain weird!

"Di. Jeejaji."

Why is he being so formal?

"Quit being so formal around your future wife," Anjali said.

Oh!

"We're you're family, not your employees that you need to be in boss mode in front of your employee."

I glanced up at him and he glanced at me.

"Go ahead, keep stealing glances at each other," Anjali grinned.

Both of us looked away and blush filled my cheeks. Holy crap, what is going on with me?

"How cute are they," Anjali gushed. "They look so perfect together, right Rohan?"

"They most certainly are," he agreed. "Now stop embarrassing them."

Anjali gaped at her husband. "I am not," she defended, but he only frowned at her, crossing his arms.

"You know he's right," Arnav said.

"Hey, you're my brother," Anjali pouted.

Arnav chuckled and my heart fluttered. Oh my....

"Come on Rani Saheba, let's give the two some privacy."

"But- oh alright, I guess the two deserve a moment." Anjali turned away with her husband. "Have fun you two."

Truth be told, I wanted to hold them down because I had no idea what to say to him, nor how to actually manage my legs from collapsing beneath me. They had turned to jelly and I felt wobbly.

Arnav and I glanced at each other and around the room, not saying any words. A waitress came by and and offered us drinks. While Arnav went with the alcoholic drink, I took a soda.

"You don't drink," he asked when the waitress left.

I shook my head. "No. I don't see the hype in it."

Arnav nodded. "I guess. But that's not the only reason why people drink."

I tilted my head in confusion. "What reasons are there for people to drink?"

Arnav shrugged nonchalantly. "For a good time. Sometimes for no reason."

Hmm. I shrugged with a nod.

The room had filled up with more guests and with buzzing, talk buzzing around in the air.

"Do you want to get away from here?"

My eyes shot up to his. Hot stuff say wah?

It took a brief moment to let his words go through my ears and get to my brain, understand it, then bring a response to my lips. "Um... sure."

Why did I agree?

Arnav led the way and I followed behind. We slipped through the guests, him saying hi to several people who had noticed him, and abandoned our empty glasses on an empty tray. Eventually we arrived to a poolside, away from the rest of the guests. There was a wonderful view of the full moon and of the many shining stars above. With the brightness of the moonlight, the area was well lit, the light reflecting into the pool.

Arnav stood beside me and I couldn't help but to think of the night of the party. Some things still just didn't make sense and I was still confused.

"You're still confused, aren't you?"

My eyes widened and I looked away as I blushed hard.

"I can clear it up for you, if you'd like."

Oh? "Um... did you know who I was when you interviewed me?"

"As an applicant, yes. Other than that, no."

Oh?

"I found out afterwards."

"And you still wanted to meet me? Even though I was your employee."

"I didn't have much of a choice. My Di forced me, remember?"

Right, he mentioned that at the party. "Right," I said softly.

"I admit, I was going to tell you eventually, but then there was the incident at the office."

Aye yai yai, don't remind me!

"At least that's one way of doing it," he scoffed lightly.

Touché.

Up above in the sky, the stars twinkled. I loved stars - the way they gleamed and shined above. Suddenly a star shot through the sky and I instantly shut my eyes and made a wish.

I wish that Arnav would be my Mr. Perfect. I really do.

When I opened my eyes, I found Arnav looking at me.

Oh boy, I hope he doesn't think I'm childish.

"What did you wish for?"

My eyebrows slightly shot up. "Can't tell. It won't come true then," I said softly.

Arnav chuckled lightly and looked up. "That's true."

"Won't you wish for anything?"

He looked at me for a moment, then looked back up and shut his eyes. As he made his wish, I couldn't help but to gaze at him. At work, he was this ruthless boss, yelling away with a temper. And here was this man, the man behind the facade.

And I really like him.

Arnav opened his eyes and looked at me.

"What did you wish for," I asked softly.

There was that thing again that was making my knees weak.

"Can't tell," he replied softly.

Oh my... his voice. "Why not?"

"Because it won't come true."

The softness of his voice was truly getting me, and it finally made its affect. My knees went weak and I lost my balance. Arnav caught me around my waist instantly and held onto me, the both of us gazing into each others eyes.

Neither of us looked away, even as badly as I wanted to. I mean why wouldn't I? I was so embarrassed, I mean who the heck literally gets weak at the knees and collapses in front of a hot guy?

No other idiot but me!

My hair came falling to my face and Arnav reached up and tucked it behind my ear. It reminded me of the night before and only then did I register his warm hand on my cool skin, right at my exposed waist.

"You look beautiful," he said softly.

Oh that soothing, velvet voice!! Can you imagine what it would be like to hear the sweetest of things from him?

"It's the sari," I nearly whispered.

"No, it isn't."

My eyes widened slightly. "I-its not?"

Geez, first I stutter, and then I say something as stupid as that -_-

"No."

The two of us just gazed at each other and then in an instant, our lips collided. I don't know who initiated first or if it was the both of us at the same time, I really don't know. All I know was that the two of us were kissing, my hand resting on his cheek and his hand at the nape of my neck. Who knows how much time had passed by - minutes, hours, perhaps even years, because let me tell you, that's exactly how it felt - timeless.

Pulling away for air, I felt Arnav's lips travel down my cheek, to my neck. He placed soft kisses beneath my ear and my body shuddered, my hands automatically reaching out to his arms. I couldn't help the moans that escaped my lips as he kissed and sucked on my neck. It felt amazing, passionate - intimate. Never before have I ever felt such a feeling in my life.

And I wanted this forever with him.

Unfortunately, the feeling of a vibration split us apart, wondering where the heck it was coming from. It turned out to be Arnav's phone and he took the call.

"Yeah Di... no, nothing Di... just showing her around."

Arnav looked at me and I looked away, my face as red as a tomato.

"Alright, we'll be down soon," and he hung up.

Holy crap, did that just really happen?!

"They're waiting for us downstairs."

I simply nodded since trying to even think of bringing words to my mouth was impossible, my brain a pile of mush.

Arnav led the way and somehow, without even realizing it, our hands came together. We walked hand in hand, and I must admit - it felt perfect.

When we came downstairs, we saw Anjali- er, Di, standing beside Jeejaji. We joined the two, releasing our hands so no one would say anything.

Di and Jeejaji turned to us and when they saw us, both of their eyebrows scrunched and then a small smirk grew on their faces.

Wait, why?

"Uh, Saleh Saab, just for future reference," Jeejaji began, "the next time you two kiss..."

My eyes widened instantly. How does he know?!

"...and she has lipstick on, you might want to make sure you don't end up having any left on your lips."

What-? I looked up at Arnav and forced myself not to gasp. There were remnants of my red lipstick on his lips and Arnav reached up with his thumb to wipe it away.

Oh my gosh, could this be even more embarrassing?

Di giggled like a little schoolgirl. "Oh this definitely confirms things. Nani," she called out, and went to her..

Oh my gosh!

I could see the confusion on Nani's face at first and then fill up with a bright smile. She turned to my family and then they all beamed, Amma looking most excited out of them.

Anjali came over to us, giddy.  "Your marriage is fixed and official! You two are getting married! Congratulations!"

Anjali hugged me first and everything around me blurred. Holy cow, how did all of this happen so quick? One moment Arnav and I were awkward, the next we're in each others arms. One moment we were kissing and moaning, the next were in front of a crowd, announcing our wedding.

...our wedding.

Holy shit, our wedding!

I'm getting married!!!!!!!

Chapter Twelve

"They don't know what they missed."

That line just kept repeating in my head. I had already gotten home, showered and was ready for bed. I was out in the back putting my wet clothes on the clothes line. Up above, the stars were shining brightly. They twinkled and I leaned against the patio and gazed at them.

"And I look forward to tomorrow."

I snapped out of thought and stood straight. He looks forward to tomorrow! For me!

What in the world?!

I went running back in.

"Khushi," Amma called out, but I dashed away.

"Sanka Devi," Buaji hollered, but I had no time.

I ran up to my room, closed the door, and ran to my closet. I took everything I owned out of the closet. I put my red cholis in one pile, my red saris in another, and the rest in its own pile. I placed each choli over me and sari to figure out which one would look better on me.

"I think a sari would be better."

I jumped and turned and saw Buaji at my door.

I placed my hand over my chest. "You have got to stop doing that!"

Buaji chuckled and came in, shutting the door behind, locking it.

Why didn't I just do that? -____-

Buaji looked at the piles. "So red is his favorite color, eh?"

I looked at Buaji. "How'd you know?"

"By your piles." She sighed. "Its obvious, I mean come on, we've all done this before - me, your mother, etc."

"Even Choti Ma?"

"Everyone, even Garima. But it's okay - we understand from this that you're serious about him."

I blushed, which I usually don't do around Buaji. Buaji chuckled and I made a face.

"Well help me," I exclaimed.

Buaji chuckled even more. "If I were you, I'd go with a sari." She leaned forward. "Show off some skin and that hourglass figure," she winked.

I gasped. "Buaji!"

She laughed like a little girl and left. I shook my head as she shut the door and looked at the saris. I did have a sari in mind, so I guess I'll go with that.

I stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath. "I hope this works."

Suddenly, I felt my heart beat.

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

Whoa boy! What in the world is happening to me?

*~*

The next day, Amma was on edge. She was asking everyone what she should wear and I find it funny because this is my proposal we're talking about, not hers. But she was like how she wanted to impress them so I guess it's understandable.

Buaji had already gotten ready and she came into my room. When she did, she widened her eyes.

"Sanka Devi, why aren't you dressed yet?!"

I was sitting on my bed and I looked up at her. "I don't know," I whispered.

Buaji came over to me and sat beside me. "What's wrong," she asked softly.

"I dunno... I'm just... I guess I'm... nervous."

"And why is that," Buaji asked as she grabbed my brush and began to brush my hair.

"I... I guess it's because... I don't know," and I looked down.

"You really like this guy, don't you?"

"Well... I guess... I guess I do like him."

"So then what's the problem?"

"Buaji... there's something I didn't tell you guys."

Buaji turned to see my face.

"Um... the truth is... Arnav, well... he's actually...."

"He's actually what?" She gasped. "Please don't tell me he's gay!!"

"NO! Of course not! Buaji!!"

Buaji sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. That would've been bad for you."

I shook my head, ignoring what she said "No, Buaji, it's not something like that. Actually... well, he's-my-boss," I blurted.

Buaji's eyes widened. "What?!"

I told her the whole story and she got lost in thought.

"So why did he do it," she asked. "It means he knew who you were from the start."

"I know." I sighed. "I don't know what to really think. But...."

"But what?"

"I don't know, he said that he looked forward to seeing me tonight."

"Did he now?"

I nodded.

"Then good. If you two get a chance alone, then you two can speak."

"Buaji, we already did, remember?"

"Hmm.... Well there's a reason why he met you," she looked at me with a sly expression, "and I get a feeling that he has an interest in you. Otherwise why dance with you?" She smirked slightly. "Get dressed fast - we don't want Prince Charming waiting too long," she winked and left.

I just blinked. What just happened?

Instead, I started to get ready. I did my makeup first and then worked on getting my sari on. I always had an interest in saris because I wondered how you actually get them on. Other than that, I also love cultural stuff, so yeah =)

When I came down, I saw Amma, Babuji, and Buaji waiting in the living room.

"Oh my gosh, look at my baby," Amma shrieked.

"Amma," I whined.

She came over to me and hugged me. "My baby looks so grown up and so beautiful!"

"Babuji, shes acting the same way she did when I went to prom!"

Babuji chuckled. "Let her have her moment."

Soon after Amma was done shrieking and shrilling, we left to Raizada Mansion.

Hmm, what a title.

When we got there, there were several cars there. Yikes! Many people? Oh no!

When we came inside, Nani found us instantly and came over to us. We greeted and I got her blessings and she introduced us to some people. Pretty soon, Anjali came and joined us. Thankfully, she took me away from the adults.

"It's no prob," she said. "Why should my sister in-law- sorry, soon-to-be sister in-law, have to suffer.

I blushed.

"I hear you work for Chote also."

I looked at her wide eyed and she giggled.

"I know everything," she winked.

And I blushed harder.

"Rani Saheba!"

Anjali turned an I followed her gaze to see a man coming our way. He walked over to Anjali's side and held her around her waist, protectively.

"Now you come," Anjali asked, pouting and looking the other way.

"Sorry, but it was a call from-"

"Hmph! I don't care," and she crossed her arms.

The guy leaned down and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. Anjali's eyes widened and she looked at him.

"Really," she asked.

He nodded.

Anjali held his arm tightly. "Better." She looked at me. "Oh yeah, Khushi, this is my husband Rohan. Rohan, this is, fingers-crossed, Chote's future wife."

I put my hands together and he nodded his head.

"I think she's perfect for him," Anjali chirped.

"If she can get him away from that laptop, then yes," he chuckled. "Speaking of him, where is he?"

"Uh- look! Took his name, and he's here."

We looked up at the stairs, as well as did everyone else. There was Arnav, coming down the stairs, looking like his official-self, just like he did at work. All suited up in Armani with a royal blue silk tie, he looked jaw-droppingly sexy.

Had I not controlled myself, I'd be drooling like a bulldog.

I know, gross. Yet true O=)

Arnav came down the stairs and Nani stood at the end. He held his arm out and Nani held it. She gave a brief introduction to everyone and thanked them for coming to the party. For a brief moment, our eyes met and I had to look away. There was just this intensity and vibe that I would get from him and I don't understand it, let alone know how to handle it. When Nani ended her greeting, Arnav moved away from her and headed our way.

Dhakdhakdhakdhakdhak!

What in the world?!

Dhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhak!!

What the hell is going on?!

Dhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhakdhak!!!

Withe each step the man took, moving closer and closer to us, my heart acted even more radical.

Hai DM, what's happening to me?!!