Chapter Thirty Nine

Hours and hours of love-making continued, from the bedroom, to the poolside, the dressing room floor, and the Jacuzzi. We just couldn't keep our hands off of each other, not after how long we were away from each other.

Later that evening, we sat out by the poolside, Arnav in his black silk pajama bottoms while I was only wearing my black silk robe. He had gotten some wine for us, as well as some fruit, cheese, and crackers. I have to admit, I definitely felt somewhat fancy in the moment, but I couldn't think too much about it, not when there were other important matters in hand.

I looked up at Arnav and he looked down at me. He placed a kiss on my head and tightened his hold on me, resting his cheek on my head. I placed my arms around him, hugging him in return, comfy in his lap.

"What are you going to do," I asked softly.

"I don't know," he replied, his tone matching mine.

We didn't say anything for a moment and I reached for a grape, placing it in Arnav's mouth. "She's expecting $10,000 in her bank account."

"I know but... she's lying Khushi, she has to be. I know for a fact that it can't be my child."

My eyebrows met in the middle. "What do you mean?"

"I...." He let out a sigh, reaching for his wine again. "Simply put, the last time I was... physical with her, I didn't do something that could result in her pregnancy."

"What is that even supposed to mean?"

"Khushi you don't want the details."

"Actually, I think I do. If I have a better understanding, then I can help you figure out if she's lying or not."

"But Khushi-"

"But nothing Arnav. ...it's already disturbing as it is that the woman you had been physical with for years and was molested by was none other than the woman who carried me in her womb for 9 months... so just tell me."

Arnav took a swig of his wine and placed it back on the table. "The thing is we... on that day.... it was at least before a week I had met you when I had broken things off with her."

"I remember; you said you did it because Di was getting serious about you getting married."

"Right, but Kinjal being the way she is, didn't believe me and she... seduced me."

My grip on my wine glass tightened.

"The, er, activities we had done... basically I... I didn't... I-"

"You didn't cum inside of her," I said for him.

I felt Arnav recoil in disgust beneath me. "Not where it's necessary in order for her to have a baby, no."

I looked up at Arnav in confusion. "Meaning?"

"Um... there was anal and oral involved..."

I shuddered in disgust.

"But she mainly... swallowed," he said awkwardly.

I shut my eyes and turned away. Never did I think I would have to hear the details of my husband's past sexual relationships, and yet.... Tingles ran up my spine once more in disgust.

But wait.... "So... if you two only had anal and oral sex... then how could she be pregnant?"

"Exactly. I don't think Kinjal realized this, but that night, she did try to get me drunk, filling me up with wine. I knew her intentions all to well, that's why I would dump my wine whenever I got the chance. She definitely got intoxicated, but I was still in control of myself; I remember exactly what happened that night."

"Even if that's the case, how will you prove it Arnav? I highly doubt she'll agree to a paternity test and will just flip the script and tell the media."

"I know, that's what I've been trying to figure out myself."

Arnav leaned back into the lounge chair, taking me with him. He let out a heavy sigh and buried his nose in my hair. "Why did I have to be so fucked up for?"

I caressed his cheek in my hand and looked up at him. "You're not."

"How can you say that?"

"Because... because you're perfect to me."

I know I had questioned it before but thinking about it now... he is. He is perfect, my Mr. Perfect.

Arnav scoffed lightly, looking away. "Yeah right; I have issues and fucked my mother in law for years."

His words made me flinch, disgusting and true as they were. But I wasn't going to let that ruin things, I wasn't going to let it ruin my marriage, and I wasn't going to let it ruin us. So I got up and straddled him, holding his face in between my hands so that he would look at me.

"You. Are. Perfect. Flaws and all, you are my Mr. Perfect, don't you ever forget it," and I kissed him, sealing my words.

You can think what you want, but I knew better, I knew my husband. Yes, he did have issues and was once involved with my birth mother, but everything he is today, is because of what happened to him in the past. His flaws were what made him even more beautiful, what made him so perfect.

If Kinjal thought she could just take Arnav away from me, then the bitch is sadly mistaken. She may think she has figured out a way to get him back, but she was sadly mistaken. If she thought her seduction skills and dirty tricks were going to help her win, then she's sadly mistaken. Arnav is mine, and mine only, and as he buried himself within me, I relaxed around him, knowing that the only person Arnav would ever allow for himself to belong to, was me.

"Eyes on me baby."

I opened my eyes and looked down at Arnav. Love and adoration filled his eyes as I slowly moved along his length. He began to untie my robe and spread the fabric apart, exposing me to him. He took my breast in his mouth, his tongue flicking at my nipple. It sent shivers up my spine, causing me to shudder. It vibrated through him and Arnav groaned, teething my nipple.

"Ah!"

"Show me those eyes baby."

I opened my eyes, unaware that I had even closed them in the first place. Arnav placed his hand in my hair and brought me closer to him, and he kissed me. His kiss was as gentle as my movement, nice and slow. His tongue teased and played with mine, and I moaned around him, wanting more."

"I love you baby," he muttered along my lips.

"I love you too, baby."

"How much do you love me?"

I pulled back, meeting his eyes with mine. "So much, that it makes my heart."

His lips crashed onto mine with a groan, and it vibrated through me. Arnav removed my robe off of me, it joining his pants which were pooled on the floor. He picked me up in his arms and led us back into the room, laying me down on the bed. After that, it was just blissful pleasure, for who knows how many times that night. I just couldn't get enough of him, and it seemed that Arnav couldn't get enough of me.

Whatever battles we had coming for us, we would fight it together. Kinjal wasn't going to give up so easily, and I knew she wasn't going to, not without a fight.

Arnav's phone lit up from a text notification. It was from an unknown number, so when he had asked me to check to make sure it wasn't something AR related, I discovered that it was an MMS. As Arnav flipped us over and laid on his back, and I let him bury himself within in me, I saw that the MMS was from none other than Kinjal, and this bitch was once again sending photos of herself!

Fine... if that's how she wants to play it.

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Kinjal sat in her robe, flipping through the channels. Her phone suddenly pinged and she instantly smirked. It had only been a matter of moments that she had sent her sexy photo to Arnav of her kneading her breasts. She picked up her phone and saw that she had received an MMS.

"Oh, what's this Arnav? Are you sending me nudes now," she said as she unlocked her phone. "How naughty of you; I wonder how my daughter would feel about-"

But it wasn't a nude from Arnav, or a sext from him at all. Instead, it was a selfie of Khushi getting fucked from behind, her back arched as Arnav wrapped an arm around her by her breasts, cupping it, the other at her waist. Khushi covered his body with hers, though Khushi had a large black t-shirt on, and she had one arm wrapped around Arnav's neck, causing for her breasts to strike out even more as she took the picture with her other hand, catching their reflection in the mirror.

At the sight of the photo, Kinjal bubbled with anger, seeing how intimate and in love Arnav was with Khushi, his gaze on her. Her plan of breaking them apart wasn't working, and instead her daughter was sending her a picture of them blissfully fucking?!

Kinjal tossed her phone aside and she huffed and puffed. "It's on you little bitch."