Maha Update - Chapter Twenty Six

Arnav paused and so did I. We were already on the docks, near our boat. Arnav began to sit down so I sat down beside him, both of us looking out to the dark horizon.

"I think I was about 16," Arnav began, still looking out to the horizon. "Either 16 or 17, something like that, but I was a teen. The family and I were at some party and I was bored out of mind, so I started to wander around. It was just some other rich person's house, in some big mansion, and it was absolutely dull, I mean the hallways were filled with fancy paintings and pieces and being a teen, I wanted to barf," he chuckled.

"I think any normal teenager would want to," I chuckled.

"Yeah.... I just wandered around, hoping to find something interesting, and eventually I did, though I never thought I was going to find what I did."

My eyebrows met in the middle as I looked at him in confusion.

"The guy, who was hosting the party with his wife, was fucking a woman that wasn't his wife."

My eyes widened immediately.

What the fuck?!

"They were just out in the open, although the party was on the other end of the mansion, they probably thought they were safe. But because I was bored....

"Sometimes I get mad at myself over it. Had I kept it together and not wandered around, none of that would've happened. I always had at other boring parties before, why I couldn't at that one... fuck!"

I reached over and squeezed Arnav's hand lightly, hoping to comfort him. He let out a sigh and continued.

"He had her up against the wall, so he didn't end up seeing me, but the woman did - and she wasn't bothered whatsoever. Instead she smirked at me, began to moan louder, and not once did she remove her eyes from me. It was as if she had me hypnotized because I couldn't look away, as hard as I tried. She kept her eyes on me the entire time, even when she came...."

Arnav looked at me but I looked down at our entangled hands.

"Khushi if this is bothering you, I'll stop-"

"Don't. I can tell this is something that bothers you, and you said you've never told anyone before. Keeping it trapped within isn't good, you have to let it out."

"Are you sure?"

Am I? "Yes."

Arnav squeezed my hand lightly, looking down at our hands as he took a deep breath.

"When they were done, the guy tried to act like nothing had happened and simply zipped up and slipped away. The woman kept her eyes on me and walked my way as she straightened her dress. I was stuck in place, even though my mind was screaming and telling me to leave, I just couldn't. Instead, I stood there and she came over to me, and without a word she... she just slipped her hands in...."

My eyes widened immediately. She did what?!!

"I was so stunned, I couldn't even stop her. I didn't even realize that I was hard and she worked me up...."

She... oh my gosh!

"I had never came so hard in my life, prior to that. She had me all cleaned up, kissed me, and gave me her phone number. ...and like an idiot, I called her later that night.

"I swear, if I could go back and change things I would, I was such a stupid, brainless teenager, thinking with my dick 95% of the times! I was such an idiot, but I saw her, continuously for years, in secret because of how much older she was than me."

If you had to keep it a secret simply because of your age- wait a minute, she molested you! At 16! What the fuck?!

"No matter how many times I tried to get rid of her - got into relationships with others, I always went back to her. It was as if she had this... this magical hold on me, like she cast a spell on me. Even the times I was with her, I was disgusted with myself, but still, I did it... and I don't know why."

Hard as I tried not to think it, I did - mommy issues. I mean it made sense; when my family and I first met Arnav and his family, Nani had told my parents and Buaji how his parents had both passed away in a car crash when he was only 7. Him being involved with an older woman and always wanting her attention... it just made sense.

However she did molest him, and this I am not okay with at all!

"When Di told me that she and Nani were getting serious and were going to start looking for a potential bride for me, I knew it just had to stop. In the past, I had cheated on my exes with that woman, and I didn't want to mistreat the woman I would marry in the same way. That was about a month before I met you, when I had cut ties with her. There used to be this place we would meet up in, where she would stay most of the time, and I sold that property, trying to get rid of any ties of her and my past. I did see her once, however, after our alliance was created because she thought it was just like all those times before I had tried to leave her. But unlike those times before, I was in love, and I wasn't going to let anything jeopardize it."

Wait... "You... saw her even after things settled between us?"

Arnav looked at me. "I swear Khushi, nothing like that happened between us, I just told her to fuck off and leave me alone, that's it."

"No- I mean I believe you," I quickly put in before he thought I didn't based on the look of hurt that was about to spread across his face. "What I mean is... you knew you loved me then? Before our wedding?"

Arnav nodded. "I did."

He reached out and caressed my cheek. "I told you Khushi, there's just something about you... I don't know, I can't control it, I can't control the way I feel about you."

Oh my.....

"I just... I want to make you happy, protect you... love you."

"Oh Arnav," and I kissed him.

Dammit, I am head over heels for this man, and I don't care one bit! I love him, and I love him with all of my heart. As for that woman, I hate her! I hate her more than anything... well, along with someone else.

I pulled back. "Arnav, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

Oh gosh, how do I tell him this I mean... I've tried to forget this myself all my life, but I can't. I lie to myself about it but no matter how hard I try not to believe reality... fuck!

"You told me your deepest secret... it's only right I tell you mine."

"What do you mean?"

I looked down at our entangled hands, hoping that it would give me strength. "Um... well unlike your secret, mine is actually a family secret."

He didn't say anything, but I could tell he wanted for me to continue.

"There's one thing my family has lied to you about, something that I've lied to you about."

His eyebrows met in the middle and I could see that he was very curious to know.

With a deep breath, I gathered all the courage I could get. "I'm not really my parents' daughter."

Arnav's eyes widened.

"I was adopted," I whispered.

Arnav looked at me in shock for a moment. I was pretty stunned myself - I had never said it out loud before. When I had found out that I was adopted, I was only 12, and I had made my parents swear to never bring it up, not even Buaji could bring it up. I considered myself to be my parents' daughter and that was it. I didn't care who gave birth to me, my Amma was my Amma and that was it. But I was only being in denial of the truth, and its dug at me for years and years. Now finally having said it out loud and to someone else, felt like heavy chains had been taken off of me.

Arnav gave my hand a squeeze, bringing me back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just... I never knew that saying it out loud would make me feel so... light... and free."

Arnav nodded. "That's the same way I felt telling you about her."

When you've got heavy secrets... it makes sense.

"You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to," he said softly.

"There isn't much to it. My birth-mother is actually Amma's younger sister; they were several years apart. ...my birth-mother was around 14 when she became pregnant with me. By then, Amma and Babuji had just gotten married; my grandparents were afraid to let Amma know, in case it jeopardized her marriage. But Babuji only supported my mother and her family."

I let out a shaky sigh. "My birth-mother didn't want me. I mean I get it, she was only 14, who wants to be responsible then, especially for another human being? So my family devised a plan that Amma and Babuji would go away for a year, pretend that they got pregnant and had me, when in actuality my birth-mother was really just handing me over to them. It all worked out in the end, and before my grandparents could banish her, my birth-mother ran off. ...I was 12 when I found out about all of this."

Arnav placed his arm around me and held me to him, and it was a very much welcome feeling to the coldness I felt.

"Did you ever try to reach out to her," he asked softly.

"No... but I did ask about her once when I was 18. Amma and Babuji had hired a peivate investigator and it turns out she had been living her life away in Miami, still being reckless. It just absolutely disgusted me, I mean I had hoped that maybe one day she'd reach out to find out about her daughter, but she never did, not once. Instead she's partying around, getting drunk, and fucking whatever she wants as always, according to Amma that is. Honestly I want nothing to do with that woman and I just want to forget her."

"I understand."

Arnav looked down at me and I looked up at him.

"I didn't think this night was going to get as heavy as it did," he tried to smile off.

I clicked my tongue. "Too late," and Arnav grinned.

"We should get going, its getting pretty late."

We both stood up, Arnav helping me up, and we got on the boat.

"Maybe when we get back to the house, we can lighten things up with some desert," Arnav said.

"We have ice cream so perfect."

Arnav gave me a smile and I smiled in return. Honestly, the evening had indeed gotten pretty heavy. But having told Arnav my deepest secret, and him not treating me any different, was a wonderful feeling. I'm glad that I'm able to trust him just like he's able to trust me.

Chapter Twenty Five

With a sigh, I looked at myself in the mirror. Since we were going to be having a nice and casual dinner, I wore a black and white striped jumpsuit that had a v-neck cut. I kept my makeup light and my hair in waves.

This is good right? I look good... I think.

"You look beautiful."

I looked up at Arnav through the mirror, who wore a black T-shirt and dark washed jeans, his Rolex showing off with pride on his wrist.

Geez, how much must've that cost? Probably as much as its pride.

"You're looking quite handsome yourself," I smiled softly, forgetting about the watch.

With a smile, he walked over to me and I turned to him. As his hands went to my waist, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck.

"Shall we get going?"

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before leading me out. When we got outside, the boat was already waiting for us, ready to take us back to the mainland. Once we got on, it didn't take long before we arrived and were taken to a restaurant by car.

Honestly, Cuba is just absolutely beautiful!

When we got to the restaurant, we were seated at a booth in the corner. Going through the menu and choosing what we wanted to eat, we placed our order with the waiter and he disappeared.

"This place is really cute," I said, glancing around.

There were other couples in the restaurant as well, along with a few families.

"I thought we could do something different instead of just staying on the island."

I nodded in acknowledgement, still glancing around.

"Something on your mind?"

My eyes met his and I could see concern in his eyes. "What makes you think that?"

"Well for one, you didn't deny it."

Oh... um-

Arnav reached out for my hand and took it in his. There was a small candle that sat in the middle of the table, causing for our joined hands to make a shadow against the wall.

"Talk to me."

Um... I mean what do I say? Ever since the thought of his past came to mind, I haven't stopped thinking about it at all. I mean-

"Hey..."

I looked up at him.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?"

Sigh.... I may as well. "Um... there was something that's been poking in the back of my head recently."

His eyebrows met in the middle as he looked at me in confusion.

"Uh well... before we got married... my cousin would show me articles and magazines about you."

"Okay...?"

"About your past relationships and flings," I nearly whispered.

"Oh... I see."

I didn't say anything, pursing my lips and looking to the side. Arnav didn't say anything either for a moment, just toying with my fingers, until he finally spoke.

"Does it bother you?"

My eyes met his, which were already on me. "Um... no... not really, no."

He continued to look at me, so I elaborated.

"Everyone has their past - just because mine wasn't really anything and boring, doesn't mean yours has to be too."

"Your past isn't boring."

"In comparison to yours, I'd say so."

"Khushi," he sighed.

I simply shrugged, looking at our joined hands. "I'm not in the least bit surprised that you were once involved with so many girls, I mean look at you - you're Arnav Singh Raizada, hotshot CEO and gorgeous. Why wouldn't you have had girls flocking all over you?"

"You think I'm gorgeous?"

Fuck! Me and my big mouth!

I looked up at Arnav and I could see a faint smile dripping on his lips. His humor was very much evident in his eyes as they gleamed in the candlelight.

Eeeppp!!!

"I think you're gorgeous too."

Blush immediately swept across my cheeks as I looked away.

I... he... awww!

Arnav sighed and toyed with my ring. "I admit, over the years I have been involved with some women, but most of the tabloids were wrong; some were simply business partners, secretaries, and so on - nothing else."

I looked back up at him. "Well, some of the stories were absurd, so they were kinda hard to believe. But others that were saying you went to a hotel with a girl at 12 and didn't come out until the sun was up, well... those I believe... and I'm assuming I'm right to believe they're true?"

Arnav nodded. "Yeah...."

Just then, our food arrived and it looked absolutely delicious! I freed my hand from Arnav's, although he didn't exactly look so happy about it, but I was ready to pig out over this steak of mine - with etiquette of course, we're out in public.

Arnav and I began to eat, not saying anything for the moment, until Arnav finally spoke.

"Khushi, you are being honest with me, right?"

I paused mid-chew and looked at him.

"Because if it does bother you, I want you to tell me."

I shook my head, gulping down my food. "It doesn't. Like I said, I get it; everyone has their past, and just because I never had a boyfriend before or any kinds of relationships, doesn't necessarily mean it has to be the same for you. You've dated and have been... intimate with them and that's okay. I get it."

Arnav looked down at his food and went into thought. I watched him as I ate, curious as to what was going on through that head of his.

"Khushi there's... there's something I need to talk to you about. ...something I've never told anyone before."

Oh? "What is it about?"

"I'll tell you once we're done, go ahead and finish your food," and he resumed eating.

Wha- finish my food? Well how exactly am I supposed to-! Actually, that's a lie, I'm a pig, I can eat this easily but I won't be able to do that patiently! What does he want to tell me? I really want to know now thanks to this suspense!

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It wasn't long before we finished eating and were ready to leave, although Arnav had offered to get desert, but I had refused. I wanted to know what he had to say, and I didn't want to waste anymore time. So once the bill was settled, Arnav and I headed out and walked along the streets. Now I've failed to mention that we have security, but they were barely noticeable, blending into the crowd, ready to jump if necessary. They don't stay on the island with us but on a yacht, making sure no intruders came by, which didn't exactly make any sense to me, but oh well, I guess that's their job.

I mean who would possibly try to come our way? Oh well.

Arnav and I strolled along the street, hand in hand. He wasn't saying anything, but my eyes were on him, ears ready to hear.

"You're really curious to know, aren't you," he chuckled lightly, looking at me.

"I feel like I'm in a Bollywood soap with the amount of suspense you're putting."

Arnav laughed at that and I sighed - I just love the sound of his laugh.

"Well, I guess you have a point but alright, I should just get it over with."

We were now near the docks, walking towards the boat.

"It's... it's somewhat embarrassing for me, to be honest," he began. "I was young and stupid, I knew I shouldn't have done it but... I did it for years."

Arnav didn't say anything, but I gave him his moment. He seemed to be struggling in gathering his words. Whatever it is that he's about to tell me must be really important and serious, given that he said he's never told anyone about this before.

Question is, do I really want to hear this?

Chapter Twenty Four

Are we really about to shower together? Eeepppppp!!!!

Arnav placed his hands at the hem of my shirt and looked at me. Again, it was clear that he was asking for permission and it looks like my suspicions are right.

Eep!

I raised my hands up above me, giving Arnav the confirmation he needed. His hands slipped beneath the shirt and he removed it, exposing my entire body to him.

Did I mention I had no underwear on? No? Well I have no underwear on, so yes, I am now completely naked before my husband.

Hai DM, give me strength!

The coldness from the marble spread through my body, causing me to shudder. Arnav placed his hand on my back and rubbed it up and down, giving me some warmth.

"Let me go get the shower ready," he said softly.

With a nod, he let go of me and toyed with the buttons of the shower, setting the temperature for the water. He placed his hand under the water to test it, and once he was okay with it, he turned back to me.

Shit, we're really about to shower together? Like really going to shower together, oh my gosh!

Arnav picked me up into his arms again and carried me over to the entrance of the shower.

"By the way," Arnav began as he set me down on my feet, "I was wondering if you wanted to head to the mainland for dinner?"

"Oh, um, sure."

"Great, I'll go get the boat ready."

Placing a kiss on top of my head, he turned to leave.

"Wait you're not showering with me?"

Did I really just say that out loud?! Khushi!!! Wtf?!!!

Arnav turned back to me and I couldn't meet his eyes, completely embarrassed.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! You have sex one time and you just automatically assume you're going to shower together? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Not wanting to embarrass myself any further, I stepped into the shower without another word.

I am such an idiot! Having sex one time does not automatically qualify you to do everything else! Ugh, why am I an idiot?!

The water was very welcoming on my burning-from-embarrassment body. I wrapped my arms around me to give me some comfort, still feeling rather stupid.

I. Am. An idiot. A complete. Idiot.

Warm hands wrapped around me, snapping me away from my inward scoldings and back to reality. Arnav buried his face in my hair and sighed, holding onto me.

Wait he... he's actually joining me?

Arnav said nothing and neither did I. He simply held onto me, relaxing into me. His body leaned against mine and my body was hyper-aware of his.

Especially of a certain thing.

Moments passed, the water simply cascading down on us, until finally Arnav turned me to him. He brushed away the wet hair that had clasped onto my face, and held me to him. But I was still embarrassed, so I couldn't meet his eyes.

"Khushi, look at me," he said softly.

After how I just embarrassed myself? Nope!

I shook my head.

He tried to meet my eyes but couldn't. "Please?"

My eyes automatically met his; it was just something in his voice that triggered me to meet his eyes. The moment they did, however, Arnav kissed me, surprising me.

Ugh, this is just perfect!

I melted in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me by my waist. He let go first and placed his forehead against mine.

"I don't want to screw this up," he nearly whispered.

"You won't," I replied, my tone matching his.

Arnav pulled back and looked at me.

"Last night... last night was amazing," I blushed.

A small smile appeared on his lips and he kissed my heated cheek. "It was amazing for me as well."

Eeeeeppppp!!!!

I buried my face in his chest, smiling like an absolute idiot.

"Here, let me help you get cleaned," he said.

I loosened my hold on him and he reached over for the shampoo. Squirting some into his hand, he began to massage it into my hair and it felt so heavenly. I looked at him in awe as he worked away.

"Penny for your thoughts," he asked while still focusing on my hair.

"Nothing really just... this is all very new for me," I said softly.

His eyes briefly met mine before focusing on my hair once more. "It's new for me too."

Hearing that made me smile, but something began to poke the back of mind. I couldn't help but to think of the days before the wedding when Payal kept throwing many articles of Arnav at me.

"Look at this," Payal said, shoving a magazine in my face. "He left this hotel with some chick at like 4 AM."

"Payal are you trying to become my enemy or what," I scowled.

She pulled it away. "Absolutely not, I'm just advising you. Look, I get it, he's very handsome and clearly you two have fallen for each other but you still need to know the man you're going to spend the rest of your life with, including his past."

Taking hold of the magazine I looked down at it. It was an old issue, about a year or so old, the front cover showing Arnav and a woman, who was covering her face with her clutch.

"You need to talk to him about this. Heck, he needs to talk to you about this."

"I know."

I peeked up at Arnav as he rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. As far as things went for us, everything was okay. Payal is right, and I should totally ask him about his past relationships, but for some reason, I was afraid. I mean I had already told him before that I had never been in a relationship before. When I had seen him the first time, I knew he must've had a few exes here and there, I mean look at him. On top of that, he's a hot shot CEO so I'm sure a number of girls threw themselves at him, it's not surprising at all. And the gossip columns and magazines only pushed that fact further.

Should I ask him about it during dinner?

Sigh... I have to one day or another... I may as well get it out of the way.

Chapter Twenty Three

Waking up the next morning, I didn't find Arnav beside me.

Where did he go?

But then I noticed the clock and holy shit it was almost 1 PM. 1! I haven't slept in this late since college! And that was on a sleep recovery day!

How the hell did I manage to sleep this late- oh!

The moment I shot up in bed, I felt a soreness and pain in between my legs, blasting me back to what had happened the night before.

Wait we... we actually....

Blush appeared on my cheeks and made me feel warm.

Arnav and I have actually done it, him and I... I can't believe it!

I was just too giddy, grabbing onto Arnav's pillow with joy! And remembering Arnav's confession for his love for me made me even giddier!

Eeeeeeeeepppppppppppp!!!!!!

But wait, where is he? Looking around the room, all I saw were our clothes on the floor, well, except for Arnav's sweats, which were gone. But my eyes were glued to his black t-shirt laying on the floor.

Should I? ...why the fuck not?

Slowly getting out of bed, I picked up his shirt and made my way to get ready for the day. Once I was all washed up, I put on Arnav's T-shirt and went looking for him. It wasn't long before I found him, in the kitchen, in nothing but his sweats.

Good lord, am I lucky to have this Adonis as a husband or what? I still can't figure out what I did to deserve this.

Especially because not only did I get an Adonis, but a chef as well.

That's right - Arnav Singh Raizada is cooking.

I think my fat ass may have failed to put can cook on my list of Mr. Perfect's qualities, only because I didn't want to feel like I was some fat pig, but fuck it, I should've wrote it because it's important for a man to know how to cook, and my lord, seeing Arnav do his thing was making me horny.

That's right, I'm officially a horndog. I've only had sex one time in my life, and now I'm letting my sexuality be more, er, fluid.

Is that even right? Eh, what the heck do I know?

I made my way over to him and judging from the smell, whatever he was making was going to be really good!

"Good morning."

Ugh geez why does my voice sound so soft and almost whispery for? Woman up woman!

Arnav turned to me. "Good-"

But he paused the moment his eyes met my only-wearing-his-shirt clad body. My legs were totally on display and by the look on his face, I could tell that he was loving it.

Yes! My plan is a success!

Note to self: get more backless blouses and wear his t-shirts more often.

Lowering the heat on the stove, Arnav walked over to me. He placed his hands at my waist, looking down at me.

"An interesting choice of wardrobe," he said, glancing down at my body.

"It's comfy."

"It is, hmm?"

His hand began to wander down to where the hem met my flesh and traced along there.

"It's also quite distracting," he murmured.

I forced myself not to gasp. "It is," I breathed.

"Hmm," was all he replied with, his finger still continuing on its journey.

Pleasure was beginning to bubble within in me and I pursed my lips, not wanting to let out a moan. I mean geez, just because I'm becoming a horndog doesn't necessarily mean I'm just gonna put a neon sign on my head about it.

"I need to feed you," he said, although it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than me.

"Hmm," was all I could bring out of my mouth.

Gosh I'm so pathetic!

Arnav looked up at me and caressed my cheek, and like every other morning before, he kissed me, although not as intensely, but it was still very passionate. He led me over to the counter and made me sit. After asking what I wanted, he made me a nice mean bowl of cereal, and I dug right in.

"What are you making," I asked in between bites.

"Butter chicken and rice."

What?!

Immediately I started choking around my cereal and Arnav immediately got me water and patted my back.

"Are you okay," he asked. "Look up and breathe, it helps."

I did as he said, his hand at my chin. Moments later I was back to normal and gulped down the whole glass of water.

"Khushi- what the?!"

I didn't wait another moment and made my way over to the stove to breathe in the aroma. Honestly, the entire time I was smelling what he was making, I had a moment where I thought that it was definitely butter chicken, but chose not to think that because I mean no way! But lo and behold, my husband is making exactly that!

My favorite!

"When will it be done," I asked, grinning like a little child.

"Khushi you were just choking," he said, completely bewildered.

"And now I'm fine," I said with a roll of my eyes. "When will it be ready," and I flashed my teeth at him.

To say that he was entertained was an understatement and he came over beside me, stirring the contents of the pot. "It should be almost done; it just needs to simmer a little more. The rice is ready-"

"Say no more!"

I grabbed two plates, one for him and one for me, and began to put rice on my plate.

"You wanna eat now," he asked.

"Fuck yeah! I want me some butter chicken," I grinned, rubbing my hands together.

Arnav tried hard not to smile, but I didn't care if he did. I was being silly and I knew it, but I didn't care, not when there was butter chicken involved!

I placed some rice on his plate, stopping when he told me to. Arnav took my plate and placed some chicken on my plate, putting a little extra curry as per my request. Once he put some on his plate as well, I dug right in, my hand diving into the plate.

"What the!"

Arnav looked at me in shock as I put a morsel in my mouth, but his expression changed slightly when I moaned around my hand.

That's right, I moaned, leave my fat ass alone!

"Eh mah gyash," I moaned in pleasure. "Arnav this is so fucking delicious, I didn't know you could cook?"

"Oh um... its just a necessary skill one needs to live."

"I don't think there's many men in this world who know how to cook. Most probably just expect their spouse or mom to cook for them," and I rolled my eyes in disgust, remembering that mama's boy we went to see a while back.

Wow, a lot has changed since then.

I wonder if he ever found his chef? Or did he try to learn using food network? Eh, who cares, I want me some more butter chicken!

I resumed my little feast, and little did I realize how much I was pigging out. I mean seriously, I had curry dripping down the side of my hand and like the pig I am, I licked it away.

...and Arnav was staring at me.

Fuck!

Feeling absolutely embarrassed, I pulled my pinky finger out of my mouth and looked down, poking at my food. It was then that I noticed that Arnav hadn't eaten a single bite.

"Aren't you hungry? Your food is getting cold."

Arnav snapped out of his trance and glanced at his plate before looking at me. "No, yeah, I will, I'm just... entertained."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I wanted to bury myself in the pot of butter chicken.

Hai DM, why am I such a child? Like what the fuck Khushi, get it together woman!

"Hey..."

Arnav reached out and caressed my cheek, turning me to him. However I was quite embarrassed and couldn't meet his eyes. They did though, however, when he brushed his thumb near my lip, scooping away the bit of curry that hadn't made it in my mouth.

Good lord I'm such a slob! He married a pig!!

Arnav placed his thumb in his mouth, sucking it away, and I was instantly jealous of that thumb of his.

Don't ask, just... don't.

"Clearly you like my cooking," he smiled softly.

Like is an understatement, this was the bomb! But I wasn't going to embarrass myself any further so I nodded instead. He smiled in return and as I placed another morsel in my mouth, Arnav reached for a spoon.

"Um, what are you doing," I asked before I could even stop myself.

Arnav paused in confusion, holding the spoon midair. "What do you mean?"

Well, since I've already stepped one foot in the mud, I may as well put in the other foot. "Why are you using a spoon?"

"How else am I supposed to eat?"

Um... was he not just entertained by my antics? "Um, with your hand? Like me?"

Arnav glanced at my messy hand and then at me. "Um... I don't eat with my hand."

"Sure you do; you do when eating roti."

"That's different."

"Not one bit - desi food is meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. You gotta eat it properly which means every last bit of it by eating with your hand."

"Is that so? Says who?"

"My dad," I said proudly, straightening my spine.

"Ah... I see." Arnav placed his spoon down on the counter. "But I've never really eaten rice with my hands before - care to feed me?"

My eyes widened on the spot. Adonis-husband-of-mine-who-is-a-chef say what?

A small smirk appeared on his face and I gulped down the bite that was in my mouth.

"Well?"

Uh....

"If you don't, then I won't be enjoying food the way dad says I should be," he smirked playfully.

Oh? Okay, I see how it is. Let's play this little game.

I lifted my curry-covered finger at him and curved it. "Move over."

The small smirk remained on his face as he moved his stool closer to mine. As he did, I prepared another morsel in my hand and once he was seated, he opened his mouth for me and I placed the morsel in his mouth, keeping my eyes on his. Not once did he drop his gaze and neither did I. Even though I was only feeding him, the moment was rather intimate, and I just absolutely loved it.

"Hmm, I think I understand what he meant," Arnav said.

My eyebrow instantly arched up. "Meaning?"

"It definitely tastes better when being fed by hand."

"Oh?"

"Mm hmm. And even better being fed by your hands."

Is that so? "How would you know when you haven't even tried eating with your own hands?"

"I just do."

Eep!

Our gazes refused to drop and I didn't mind one bit. However I did need to feed my man, as well as myself, so I dropped my gaze first and continued to feed the both of us. We set aside his plate to eat later and just focused on what was on my plate because of course, my piggy self overestimated my poor tummy's capacity.

Once lunch was complete and I had washed my plate and put his in the fridge, I turned to find Arnav right behind me. And before I could even get a word out, Arnav picked me up into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"What the?"

I bit my tongue immediately but it was too late.

"Am I becoming an influence on you," Arnav grinned.

I chose not to answer and buried my face in his neck, and ugh he smelled divine! "What are you wearing?"

"Sauvage. Like it?"

I inhaled his scent once more and nuzzled into his neck. "Hmm."

Arnav chuckled and it vibrated through my body. "Time to wash up."

Huh?

Arnav headed to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He walked over to the vanity and placed me down, the cool marble definitely snapping me out of my daze.

Wait a minute, are we about to shower together?

Eeeppppppp!!!!!!

Chapter Twenty Two

Although the night before had been unfortunately interrupted, it didn't change the fact that we had taken a step forward in our marriage. We weren't at the point where Arnav could carry me through the threshold of our home, but inside, I believed that we would get there soon.

Since the mood had been cut short due to NK's phone call, we ended up simply going to bed, cuddled together. Like the besharam I am, I didn't bother putting my t-shirt back on and had simply laid beside him. When I woke up the next morning, however, I quickly slipped out from his hold and put my shirt back on, not feeling as brave and daring, my besharam mind still in sleep mode.

On schedule, the workers arrived right on time, cleaning and preparing breakfast. By the time Arnav woke up, the workers were just leaving, breakfast ready and waiting. I found it somewhat hard to meet Arnav's eyes. I mean how could I not, he saw me half naked last night and had my nipple in his mouth!

And I couldn't wait for him to do it again!

As I set our plates for breakfast, Arnav came behind me and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my hair.

Now this was definitely different than how our past few mornings have gone.

"Morning," he murmured into my hair.

"Good morning," I said softly.

I couldn't help it, the thought of last night was making me feel shy!

Just as I went to place a dollop of cool whip over the cut-up strawberries, my body was turned around and Arnav's lips found mine. I like this! These sudden kisses in the mornings was beginning to become my favorite way to start the day. It was just perfect!

Things were beginning to heat up, and honestly, as much as I wanted to continue this, I knew I had to stop it. After all, breakfast was the most important meal of the day! So with great effort, I pulled back, however Arnav's lips trailed to my earlobe and he nipped and sucked.

"Arnav, breakfast," I tried to say without moaning, but it was incredibly hard.

"Hmm."

He let go of me and met my eyes. Only then did we both realize the spoon of cool whip still in my hand, and Arnav took it. He placed the dollop over the strawberries and placed the spoon down before turning his attention back on me.

"I'm sorry that airhead ruined our night," he said softly.

"It's okay," I smiled softly. "Don't be mad at him."

Arnav rolled his eyes and placed me on one of the stools before sitting down himself. We both dug right in, losing ourselves in conversation.

"So what's the plan for today," I asked.

"Well, I was wondering if it was okay with you if I got some work done today?"

I couldn't help but to smile. It was evident he felt bad for asking and slightly guilty. But work was work, and I understood that. "Sure, that's okay."

He's a hotshot CEO after all, he had a business to run. I didn't mind him putting his focus in his work now and then, and I most certainly didn't mind now. So while he worked away in the study, I watched some TV and relaxed, texting Payal, trying to control her as she kept freaking out over the number of websites that had mentioned my marriage to Arnav. I mean seriously, she sent like about 20 links from different websites about articles on us. How ridiculous!

Yet how odd.

It was slightly past lunchtime when Arnav rejoined me. We both ate, watched some TV, and I caught up with some work stuff. After all, since I would be going back to work with him, I needed to know what was going on with his company.

"Its our company now," he said.

Whoa, what?

"Khushi, you're my wife now, you're a part of this family. So what's mine is yours as well."

My eyes widened. "What-? No, Arnav, I couldn't-"

Arnav took my hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. My eyes dropped down to our engaged hands before meeting his eyes again.

"What's mine, is yours. Its our company."

My eyes searched his, hoping to find that he was joking about this, but nowhere was there any evidence to be found that this was a joke. "That seems awfully unfair," I whispered.

Arnav tilted his head in confusion.

"I mean... you've worked so hard, you've made AR what it is with a lot of hard work and I... it just doesn't seem right," I said softly, looking down at my lap.

With his free hand, Arnav caressed my cheek. "We both worked hard to get to where we are. And I know that with you by my side, AR will go even farther."

My eyes met his.

"Everything that is mine is yours, Khushi. Everything."

I searched his eyes once more, hoping to find something which meant that this was a joke. I don't know why, but it was just too much. I mean, his company now also being mine? It was just too much! And as amazing as this honeymoon is, it's definitely expensive and just too much. Coming across so many things... I don't know if I like it or if I'm worthy of it.

But if everything is supposedly mine....

"Are you," I asked softly.

His eyebrows scrunched. "Me?"

I nodded. "Are you mine?"

Arnav slightly pulled back, his eyes staying on me. He simply looked at me and I looked at him. I don't know where this bravery came from, but I wasn't letting go of it yet.

Without a word, Arnav pulled me over to his lap so that I straddled him. My eyes widened as he did, surprised by this position. After all, I've never straddled a man before!

Eep!

One hand went to my waist as the other caressed my cheek. "I am all yours."

I couldn't help the tiny gasp which had escaped from my lips. How could I not, especially with the intensity he had in his eyes as he said those words?

Neither of us said anything for a moment, just looking away at the other.

If he is all mine... I want to be his as well.

"I... I want to be yours as well," I nearly whispered.

Bravery please! Please be with me!

Arnav's eyes slightly widened as he realized what I really meant. He looked at me for a moment, not saying a word. Seconds passed, but he said nothing nor did anything. And again, my heart caved.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to happen.

I tried to get off of him, but Arnav held onto me. I looked at him in confusion and before I could ask what he was doing, his lips captured mine. A moan escaped from my lips, getting lost in between us. His lips found my neck and made its way to my earlobe, sucking and nipping.

My hands reached out and grabbed onto his muscular biceps, another moan escaping from my mouth. I felt something beneath me by my thigh. It only took a matter of seconds to realize what it was, and my eyes widened.

Is that-? Oh my... are we really about to...?

Arnav bit down on my neck and my hand automatically reached up to his hair, grabbing onto it. At this point, especially at this point, i had no idea what number hickey this was and there was no point in counting them because I knew there were too many to come in the future.

His hands found their way under my t-shirt but then he paused. "Not like this," I heard him murmur.

Not like this? "What-?"

Arnav suddenly stood up with me in his arms and my legs automatically wrapped themselves around him. My wide eyes looked into his hooded ones as he began to walk us away. It only took a matter of seconds to realize that he was taking us into the bedroom, and my heart started to beat erratically.

So that's what he meant, he wants to do it properly in bed... holy f-!

The thought was cut short as my back met the softness of the bed. Arnav hovered over me, gazing at me with an intensity I have never seen any man look at me with before. I felt my cheeks heat and I turned away.

I feel like a blushing bride once more!

Arnav's lips met my neck and I gasped, my hand making its way into his hair. He kissed and nibbled on it, sure to leave yet another mark.

Double hickey? Okay!

Oh lord I wanted him, more than ever! I wanted this now more than ever, and I think it's actually going to happen! I mean the workers had already been gone for the day and our phones were in the other room, so if it rang, we wouldn't be able to hear it, at least, not so clearly.

Holy moly, it's really going to happen!

And no matter what, I wasn't letting this moment pass; think what you want, I want my husband.

And it seems like he wants me as well.

Pulling away, Arnav picked me up, making me sit. He covered his lips with mine, before reaching down and taking a hold of my shirt.

Eep! And I didn't even put my bra on today!

Letting go of my lips, Arnav took the shirt off of me, revealing my upper half to him once more. The way he was looking at me made me want to melt, admiration filling his eyes.

"You're very beautiful," he whispered.

Blush filled my cheeks. "Thank you," I nearly whispered.

Arnav met my eyes. "You never have to thank me Khushi. Ever."

Oh?

His lips met mine briefly before he had me lay down once more. He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing that oh so gorgeous chest of his.

My fucking geez-us, he is chiseled!

Good lord, I wanna touch him! So why shouldn't I?

Reaching out tentatively, I placed my hand on his chest. He felt so smooth, every ridge and every curve feeling warm and perfect. I looked up into Arnav's eyes and gave him a small smile, letting him know that I truly admired him. He returned a small smile of his own and kissed my forehead.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

There was concern in his voice, it was very much evident, not to mention very sweet of him. Caressing his cheek in my hand, I had him look at me.

"I want to be yours just as I want you to be mine."

Arnav gave a soft smile and kissed the palm of my hand. "I already am yours."

"In all ways," I nearly whispered.

Arnav's eyes stayed on mine as he gazed away at me. There was a mixture of emotions in them, one in particular that surprised me, but I needed to know for sure if he truly felt this way.

The way I felt for him.

"Arnav I... I... I love you," I confessed.

His eyes widened as the words left my mouth. I couldn't believe that I had actually said it - that I had confessed to Arnav what I had been speculating for some time, nor that I actually felt this and was telling a man this.

"I love you," I sighed.

Arnav's lips crashed down to mine and I don't think he has ever kissed me this intensely before! One hand caressed my cheek while other was at my waist. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I love you too," he confessed.

As a gasp left my mouth, my heart began to beat erratically.

Holy-! He loves me? He really loves me?!! Oh my-!

His lips met mine once again and I caressed his cheek, tears threatening to fall from happiness. Never had I felt such a feeling like this before, and to be loved by someone you loved in return, was just such an amazing feeling and I couldn't be happier!

But for now, these were words - and I wanted to prove them.

Kissing him once more, I pulled back. I took hold of his hands and guided them down to my pajamas. He glanced at me briefly before looking down at the waistband of my pajamas. When his eyes met mine again, I could see that he wanted my permission, so I nodded, and once I did, his hands went below the waistband of not just my pajama bottoms, but of my panties as well. He began to push them down, and I lifted myself up slightly, allowing for Arnav to entirely remove it, leaving me in nothing but just my naked form.

I felt my cheeks blaze from blush and I looked away. This was absolutely new territory for me and as much as I want this, I was nervous out of mind! It was when I felt his hand at my leg that I glanced back at Arnav. His hand slowly brushed up alongside my leg, sending shivers up my spine, causing me to shudder. There was a look of pure admiration in his eyes, and it didn't help with my fiery blush at all! His hand continued its trip, going all the way to my waist and resting there.

"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered, his gaze still all over me.

Eep!!!!!!!!

His eyes met mine briefly and we gazed at each other. My heart thumped in my ear and I didn't know if I could take such an intensity anymore! Pulling his gaze away from me, Arnav looked to the nightstand. He reached over and opened the top drawer, rummaged through it, and pulled out a condom.

Oh my devi-! It's really gonna happen. Is it really truly going to happen?! No disturbances, nothing at all? Yes!!!

Maneuvering himself in between my legs, Arnav pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his length, and my eyes widened on the spot.

Now, I've had my fair share of porn, so I'm not exactly clueless when it comes to the topic of sex. Because of that, I've seen a fair share of penises but what I'm seeing on my husband... may just tear me apart.

Oh yeah... that big.

I gulped down the last bit of courage I had as I stared - that's right stared! - at the manhood of my husband's and the fruits of his loins. A variety of sex scenarios popped in my head but I threw them out the window immediately!

"You're staring Khushi," he said in a low voice, humor ever so evident.

"Sorry," I squeaked.

"Don't ever be."

He brought his body over mine, and I gasped at the feeling of his warm erection against my stomach. It was immediately cut off, however, as Arnav kissed me deeply. I moaned into him, wanting him, and I don't think I can wait any longer! I wrapped one leg around him and urged him to me, swaying my hips. Arnav let out a growl from his throat and it was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard!!

"Ready," he murmured against my lips.

"Yes," I moaned.

Judge me all you want, I was totally fucking ready for this!

This time when Arnav pulled back, he looked like he was ready for a mission, looking very determined as he tore open the small foil packet. From within, he took out a condom and rolled it down his very impressive length.

Holy fuck its really happening! I don't care if anyone calls right now, no one is going to stop us this time!

Placing his length at my entrance, my heart rate sky rocketed as his eyes met mine.

"This might hurt a bit," he said softly.

I nodded, knowing this. And seeing the size of him made me absolutely positive it was going to hurt, but I wasn't backing away.

Adjusting himself properly, Arnav gazed down at me. "I love you Khushi."

Sigh.... "I love you too Arnav."

Covering my lips with mine, he slowly sank into me, his lips covering my cries of pain.

Ouch, holy fuck!!!

There was a mixture of pain and pleasure as Arnav slowly buried himself within me, until he finally had thrust all the way in.

Oh my gosh this hurts and he's so big!!!

Giving me a moment, Arnav allowed for my body to adjust around him. It didn't take too long and once it had, Arnav slowly pulled back and thrust back in.

"Arnav," I moaned.

A growl vibrated from his throat as he teethed my earlobe, sending sparks up my spine.

I needed more, I wanted more!

Arnav drew back and thrust back in again slightly quicker. He continued to do this until I could no longer feel anymore pain and just blissful pleasure all around me.

I swear, I have never felt anything like this ever before in my entire life! How such an act can give such intensity and be surrounded by so much love, absolutely blew my mind! The entire time, Arnav held me to him, one hand wrapped around my waist, while the other stayed behind my head, caressing it. My hands, however, wandered, now and then gripping at his arms, his shoulders, or around his neck. I felt my body rise and fall so many times, orgasm after orgasm rippling through me, and it felt abso-fucking amazing each time! But don't ask me how many times, I honestly could not keep track, not with the way my husband was sexing me up.

Is that even a word? Eh, who cares!

Arnav's breathing was beginning to become harsher and his thrusts were becoming much faster. His grip on me slightly tightened and he seemed a bit tense.

Is he okay?

I placed my hands on his cheeks and although I was concerned, my body was abso-fucking-lutely loving this and once again I broke apart around him, crying out in ecstasy.

"Fuck," he grunted, and he stilled, placing his forehead against mine.

Wait, did he just... oh shit!

Arnav gave a few more shallow thrusts before he pulled out of me and moved to his side, taking me with him. He held onto me and buried his nose in my hair, breathing heavily.

Oh my gosh... we actually did it! We really did it - no interruptions, nothing!!

Arnav bunched up my hair in his hand so that he could tilt my face up to his. Honestly, it was a little hard to look him right in the eye, I mean hello! How could I after the intense love making? My body is still shaking!

Maybe Arnav assumed I was cold because he briefly let go of me to pull the duvet over us. To be honest, it was definitely a welcomed feeling, its warmth a nice feeling along with my husband's warmth.

"How are you feeling," he said softly.

I nodded, unable to find my words, letting him know that I was okay.

Arnav placed a kiss on my forehead and tucked me into him. "Get some sleep."

Oh he won't have to tell me twice, my body suddenly feeling very heavy. It was only a matter of seconds until I faded into sleep, in the arms of the man I love, of my Arnav's.

Chapter Twenty One

With the sun up high and bright in the sky, and warm temperature surrounding us, Arnav and I explored the island. It really wasn't too much, though it definitely took most of the day. We went around the island then followed a trail through the woods - it was really fun!

By nightfall, we were back in the house. Dinner was already made by the workers and I heated it up and prepared it while Arnav washed up. From the large wine rack, which sat on one end of the kitchen, Arnav selected a bottle and poured it into two glasses.

"Two glasses," I questioned.

Certainly he doesn't think I could drink it?

"This is Muscat; it's sweeter, so I think you'll like this. The Pinot Grigio we had on the plane is a bit drier than this."

We hardly describes him finishing his Pinot while I took only a sip. But how sweet of him to include me.

Arnav handed me a glass and with a gulp, I took a sip.

"Well...?"

"It's... definitely worth another sip," and I did so.

Ah! Look at me! I'm drinking wine! Take that bitches!

Arnav smiled and took a sip of his wine as well.

"Do you prefer Muscat or Pinot," I asked.

"Both are fine; Pinot is just drier and I usually drink that."

Huh? Is that so?

Remembering the taste of the Pinot I had on the plane versus this, the Muscat is sweeter. The Pinot however really did make it seem like I was drinking alcohol. This however...

Geez, I gotta up my standards.

"Looks like I'll be taking wine lessons from you."

Arnav's lips crooked up. "Wine lessons?"

And I couldn't help my smile. "Wine lessons," I mouthed.

Arnav chuckled and it just sounded... wonderful. Honestly.

"Is something wrong?"

"Huh?"

Oh shit, I was dazing!

"Uh, nothing, nothing really," I tried to laugh off.

He seemed a bit suspicious then dropped it. We resumed to our dinner, chatting away as we could. It's strange how quickly we've managed to keep a flow in our conversations. I always thought that the beginning of arranged marriages were always awkward - awkward silences, weird pauses, stuff like that. Yet here we are, having a conversation - ranging from work to family - with no problem.

With dinner complete, we moved to the living room with our wine - though I have to admit I feel slightly buzzed. The TV played in the background but we were too busy in our conversation to care to watch.

"Arnav, there is something I wanted to ask."

"Sure."

"Now that we're married... what about work?"

Arnav took a sip of his wine. "What about it?"

"Well... will I go back to work?"

His eyebrows met at the middle. "Of course you will, why wouldn't you?"

I don't know why, but I felt slightly embarrassed. "Um... I don't know."

But the expression on his face told me that he wasn't buying it.

"Well... I mean, well...." Why am I being so flustered? "Well-"

"You thought we were going to stop you from working and keep you in the kitchen all day," he asked with a small smile.

Blush spread through my cheeks and I could feel its heat. "Yes and no," I whispered behind my wine glass before taking a sip, hoping to gather courage.

Arnav chuckled and placed his wine glass down on the coffee table in front of us. "Khushi, you have nothing to worry about. You'll continue to work as long as you'd like. We can even go to work together."

My eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Really."

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face. "That's very sweet of you."

"Just doing what I should for my wife."

'My wife'. He just called me his wife! Eep!!!

The clock on the wall struck 12, catching Arnav's attention. "It's getting late."

We decided to head to bed, so I put our wine glasses in the dishwasher and then went to join Arnav in the bedroom. With each step I took, however, my head spun and spun.

Damn it, why'd I have to be so lightheaded?!

Then again, I hardly have any experience with alcohol.

Veiling the door to the bedroom was a waterfall, water running down along glazed glass on both sides and gathering in the pool together to be recycled and filtered, and running down again. It's absolutely stunning but right now, the sound of the water was like the sound of a real waterfall, and my head was not enjoying it. I tried to quickly walk into the bedroom, but my step faltered.

I was a goner, that's for sure, but above all, how embarrassing! I can't be Arnav's wife! I mean this little bit of wine had such an effect on me! And it's not even that alcohol-y tasting. What the hell!

Instead of landing on the floor, however, my back touched the wet glass and my front was warmed up by Arnav's chest. At the feeling of both hot and cold, a gasp escaped my lips as I gripped onto his shoulders.

Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing and... and... oh my!

His eyes gazed into mine. "Are you okay," he asked, his voice low and deep.

I... uh.... "Just a little light-headed and buzzed," I whispered.

Our breaths mingled in the little space between us, but I wanted more of us to mingle.

Besharam? You bet!

"Are you sure?"

I nodded slightly, getting my hair wet in the process. "Yeah."

Arnav moved his hand at my waist, getting it wet. It was then that he realized that my back was entirely wet.

"Let's get you dry and changed before you get sick."

And ruin the honeymoon, I wanted to add.

Arnav helped me to the bedroom and into the en suite. Surprisingly, yet not so surprisingly, I was standing straight.

I swear, it's his affect. My mind was working totally fine again.

He's magical!

Arnav quickly went to the kitchen to get a cold bottle of water. When he returned, he got out my pajamas and held out the bottle to me. "Here, this should help."

I gulped it down with ease, not that I really needed it anymore. Like I said, his affect fixed me up fast! But I drank it anyways, just for him. Once I did, I placed the bottle aside and he held out my jammies.

At that moment everything slowed down, but my mind worked quickly.

Arnav and I were alone. There was no one who could possibly bother us because there was no absolute way! We're here on our honeymoon, and after a wonderful, adventure-filled day, with a lovely evening and dinner over wine, how should the night result?

...don't judge me!

And so an idea came to mind. "Could you help me," was what came out of my mouth.

Oh my gosh, am I really about do this? What the hell is wrong with me?! Besharam much!

I placed my hand on the basin for support I didn't need. "I'm still a bit floppy," I nearly whispered.

I so am not!

In that moment, the volume of my heart increased, it pounding in my ears. Arnav simply looked at me, and as hard as I tried, I could not figure out what was going on in that mind of his.

Maybe he's confused? Perplexed? Isn't that the same thing? Whatever but... I hope he doesn't think it's the wine speaking.

His face gave nothing away, neither his eyes as he continued to look at me.

So much for trying.... "Never mind," I whispered.

Taking the clothes from his hand, I turned away. I don't know why, but it felt as if he had physically slapped me. Tears stung in my eyes and threatened to pool and fall.

I should not be this upset but... but I am.

Suddenly my wet back met Arnav's chest, dampening his shirt. "Arnav-"

"Khushi I-"

Both of us stopped to hear the other, but neither said a word. We simply stood there in silence, my wet back continuing to dampen his front. Hope surged up within me, but as the seconds passed and nothing happened, I released myself from him.

"I need to change," I said, my voice low.

Arnav said nothing and stood there for a moment before taking out his own pajamas and leaving, shutting the double wooden doors behind. 

My shoulders sagged. I had really thought that that moment was finally going to happen; I was ready, I am ready. In our time together, I've learned to understand-

"I'm not just going to sleep with her.... Only a creep would pounce onto a woman like that."

Oh Arnav....

It would be pouncing if I didn't want it. Why don't you understand? And for the wine to influence me - surely you know that once glass is not enough to make rash decisions. At least, not for me. 

So maybe I'm not that lightheaded?

With a sigh, I dried myself up and blow dried my hair, then changed into the t-shirt and pajama bottoms. I took a moment for myself and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The threat of tears falling was back, and I really didn't want to cry. If I did, I'd probably look desperate for not getting it, which was the last thing I wanted. 

Taking and deep breath, I rejoined Arnav in the bedroom. He laid in bed with his pillow propped up. His eyes met mine when I came in, but I didn't say a word. Instead, I went to bed and laid on my side, turned away from him, and turned off the lights. 

It wasn't because I was mad at him, but felt rather embarrassed. I should have known better than to-

Arnav readjusted his pillow and wrapped his arm around me. Huh? He slightly pulled me back and I let him move me into him. His hand splayed over my stomach and every fiber of my being was aware of it. To tell you the truth, the fabric of my shirt was quite light, so light that if it got wet, you would be able to see my flesh beneath it. Even without it getting wet, you could see right through it. 

Hey don't look at me, he's the one who gave it to me, I didn't plan this. 

Arnav let out a sigh and nuzzled my hair. "I don't want to do this wrong," he muttered into it. 

Huh? "What do you mean?"

His hand urged me to move and so I turned over and faced him. Arnav's eyes met mine and for a moment, he did nothing. I tried my best to understand what was going on through his mind, but before I could, he spoke. 

"I just... you've never had as much wine as you did before tonight so...."

Looking into his eyes I tried to read him. Only a hint of emotion finally peeked through and I could finally see it - worry. 

"Arnav I... I may have never had a drop of alcohol in my life before I met you but... I think I can tell if I'm in a good condition or if I'm drunk."

Arnav didn't say anything and continued to look at me. 

"I'm new at it, so it may have affected me a bit too quick, but I'm fine," I said softly. 

Arnav looked down and shook his head. "I should have fed you more earlier. Then you wouldn't have gotten lightheaded so quick-"

I placed my hand on his cheek. "I'm fine Arnav. Honest. ...and it wasn't the water that helped me feel better."

He looked at me with confusion. 

"You did," I admitted. 

I don't know why I all of a sudden decided to be honest, but the words have already come out of my mouth and there's no backing nor any way for me to.

Oh gosh!

"You... you have an effect on me Arnav. I think I've been feeling it ever since I first met you, face to face that is. And I-"

Arnav's lips collided onto mine and I let out a moan. I really did not expect this from him... not that I'm complaining. 

My hands moved into his hair as he moved over me. Letting go of my lips, his lips trailed down to my neck, hovering over where my old hickey was. 

"This is starting to go away," he muttered as he pulled back to look at it.

"Oh... darn."

What was I supposed to say to that? That I want another one? ... well its true!

Arnav smiled and placed a kiss over it, causing me to shudder. He traced his tongue across my skin and to the other side of my neck. His lips latched onto my flesh and he did his work, which felt oh so good. But my body was on fire, desiring so much more. It was so much that my hips bucked up on their own, wanting him.

With a groan, Arnav wrapped his arms around me and picked us up, placing me in his lap. He let go of my neck and gazed at me, his eyes hooded. I could tell his eyes were on my lips and what he wanted to do, but he was holding himself back. 

Is he still unsure?

This man is stubborn, he really is. I understand now that once he has a thought, he tends to stick to it. Is he really unsure of me wanting this? Because I absolutely 3210% want this. 

So then... is it up to me?

Caressing his cheeks into my hands, he looked up into my eyes. Without a word, I kissed him, hoping that he would understand how much I wanted him. And I think he did because he let out a groan and his hands went under my shirt. I gasped at the feeling of his warm hands on my flesh and pulled back. No one has ever touched me in this way, not ever. 

Arnav rested his forehead against mine. "Khushi-"

"Take it off."

His eyes met mine as he pulled back. "What?"

"Take. It. Off," I panted. 

I probably sound like a dog with the way I was panting but I couldn't give a flying fuck at all. My eyes stayed on his, waiting for him to do as requested. I expected him to hesitate and question me again, but instead, he simply looked into my eyes as he pushed the cotton fabric up and over my head. Without looking, he tossed it aside somewhere, exposing the midnight blue lace bra I was wearing. 

I hardly owned any of these bad boys before I was married. It was Payal who went all out with the lingerie shopping once our wedding date was set. I thought she was ridiculous for buying them but now that Arnav can't seem to drop his eyes from it, I'm very grateful!

Thank you Payal!

Arnav's hands returned to my waist and slowly made their way up. With each second he took, my breasts felt heavier and heavier with want. 

Touch me already!

Finally his hands met where I wanted them, him cupping my breasts. A moan escaped my mouth as I tossed my head back, my grip tightening around his neck as he toyed with them, kneading them. 

My gosh, this feels so good!

While one hand continued to knead my breast, the other went to the back. With one maneuver, he unhooked my bra. I gasped, my eyes meeting his. He was already looking at me and again, without removing them from mine, he slipped my bra down my arms and tossed it aside. 

I gulped. This was the most I was ever exposed to a man. Heck, this was the first time I have ever been exposed to a man! My nerves were already on their end, my heart beating radically. He finally looked down at my upper body, looking at my exposed mounds for the first time. My eyes remained on his, watching him, and I gasped at the sight of carnal desire in his eyes. 

Holy... 

"I'm going to kiss you here," he whispered, bringing his hand to my chest. 

It was impossible to reply to him so I nodded. Arnav brought his lips forward and placed a kiss at the base of my throat. His lips wandered slowly and he placed soft kisses here and there, all over, except where I really wanted them to be. Again my breasts grew heavy, my nipples hard and erect, beckoning his lips. 

"Please," I whispered. 

"Please what," he whispered against me. 

How could I tell him what I wanted? It was just too embarrassing! 

But thank goodness I didn't have to, because his mouth was finally where I wanted him. His lips took my nipple into his mouth and he toyed with it, causing me to moan and clutch onto his hair. 

Oh my... I had no idea that this could feel so good!

I remember hearing the girls in school always talk about how great sex felt. Of course I'd never have anything to say because I had never had a boyfriend. Now I'm really happy that there was never any other man in my life but Arnav. 

Arnav teethed my nipple, causing me to yelp. "Arnav!"

I felt him grin and he looked up at me, resting his chin on my breasts. "Did it feel good?"

Yes! But it wasn't like my mouth could connect to my brain at the moment since his act had sent a wave right down to my groin, so I nodded instead. 

His lips meet mine once again and I clutched onto his hair. His hands toyed with my breasts, making it impossible to breathe properly. 

"Breathe Khushi," he muttered over my lips. 

How?! You're distracting me!

His lips wandered to my earlobe and he nipped it, his action hotlining right down to my groin. 

It seems as if everything connects to down there!

My hips swayed involuntarily and Arnav groaned while I gasped at the feeling of his erection. 

Oh my gosh! He's turned on!

Arnav's lips found mine again as my back met the bed again. He maneuvered us, moving in between my legs. 

Oh my gosh, it's really about to happen, isn't it?

Just as hands moved under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, the sound of Arnav's phone ringing filled the room, turning our attention towards the yelling thing.

You have got to be fucking kidding me!! Seriously?!!!

Arnav growled, gritting his teeth as he reached out and picked up his phone to see which idiot had called. His phone displayed that it was none other than his cousin NK, and Arnav rejected the call and turned his phone off before tossing it aside.

Well... so much for the moment.

"I swear, all of these interruptions," he muttered.

For real!

Both of us sighed and looked at each other. It seemed like no matter what, we just couldn't get a proper moment alone.

Chapter Twenty

The sound of glass shattering echoed in the room. One after another, items were thrown and smashed to the floor out of rage.

"Dammit, how could you been so sidetracked Kinjal, how?!"

Grabbing a vase, Kinjal threw it across the room, it smashing into tiny little pieces.

"How could I have let them get married?! How?!"

With a huff, she sat down in a chair and gripped onto it, her knuckles whitening.

"I can't lose him, not so easily!"

Her grip tightened on the chair.

"I had it all planned out! I was going to ruin that wedding! But instead...."

Grabbing the tumbler which held her whiskey, she threw it across the room, the tumbler shattering into small glass pieces.

"Everything was perfected! Until...."

Kinjal's grip loosened as her face slightly paled.

"Him... if it weren't for him...."

Kinjal gulped and grabbed the bottle of scotch, which sat on the table in front of her. She took a swig from it and slammed it down.

"Why now? Why is he here? Where did he come from?!"

Kinjal took another swig and placed the bottle down with another thud.

"No matter... the two may have gotten married, but I won't let go so easily, not when I've gotten my claws so deeply into him already."

An evil smirk grew on her face.

"You're mine Arnav. All mine."

*~*

It was true what they said about Cuba - it truly felt like you were stuck in a period of time. I couldn't believe that I was actually in Havana, surrounded by its wonderful people and rich history. As our driver drove us through the city, Arnav and I watched the sights around us.

"It's so beautiful here," I gushed. It really, truly is!

Arnav looked at me for a moment. "Not as beautiful as you," he said softly.

Oh my... Blush filled my cheeks and I looked away, while my inner girl shrieked and shrilled, throwing confetti in the air. 

What can I say? It's the affect of love!

It wasn't long before we arrived to the docks, a boat waiting for the two of us. Di wasn't kidding when she said a boat would be taking us to the island. 

Still, it must've been pricey, and I don't know how comfortable I feel about that. 

Midnight had already passed when we arrived to what would be our home for a week. According to Arnav, it would just be the two of us on the island, no one else, except for the the two workers who would be coming in the morning to clean up the place and keep us stocked up on food. 

Eep!!

However I could not deny the sight in front of me. The house was grand and beautiful, the lights from within illuminating it, making it even more beautiful as it shined through the large windows and light curtains.

Arnav joined my side and looked at me. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," I replied, taking in the light breeze under the open, star lit sky.

Two workers emerged from the house and greeted us. They went to the boat and took our bags, taking them inside. It wasn't long before the two reemerged and left in the boat we had come in. Now we truly were alone on this island.

Eep!

Just as I was about to head inside, Arnav swooped me up into his arms, surprising me.

"What are you doing," I asked, absolutely shocked.

"It's tradition to carry your wife through the threshold, isn't it?"

"Yes, but-"

"So I'm doing just that."

Arnav headed towards the house and I just gazed at him. He truly is something else.

That's my husband.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hmm, well if you want to value traditions, why didn't you do it when I first arrived home as your wife," I teased.

A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks and I was now curious.

"Well, things work slightly different in our family."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning we do it, the tradition of carrying your wife through the threshold, but only after..."

My eyebrows scrunched. "After?"

Arnav looked down at me. "After the newly weds have bonded."

At first I didn't understand what he meant, but it only took a matter of seconds to understand. Blush filled my cheeks and I looked away.

Bonded? If Arnav and I were to... the whole family would know then that we had done it!

"Our family is shameless," he said, as if he had read my thoughts.

I looked up at him as we entered the house. From the corner of eyes, I could see how beautiful the interior was, but my mind was focused on him. He walked into the bedroom and placed me down on my feet.

"Tired," he asked, and I simply nodded.

"Why don't you go wash up first."

With a nod, I headed to the en suite bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned back against it. It had occurred to me that we really were alone with no one to disturb us. I mean really, what are two workers going to do, they just come in the morning, do little work, that's it. But other than that, we really were alone.

Blush filled my cheeks once more as I bit on my finger.

Could it be possible that by the time we get back, Arnav will carry me through the threshold of our home?

*~*

Once we had both washed up and were changed into our pajamas, Arnav and I had knocked out. It was as if we hadn't slept in days, and it was just impossible to stay awake, and so we crawled up together, under the duvet, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was the sounds of waves crashing and seagulls that had awoken me the next morning. It reminded me of where we were and I looked up at Arnav. He was still asleep, a light smile on his face.

Did we...?

I looked down at my body and realized I still had my clothes on.

That means... right! We were too tired! How could I have forgotten so easily?

Then again, maybe I was too excited.

Besharam much? You bet!

Carefully slipping out of Arnav's hold, I got out of bed and washed up. I had taken a quick shower last night once we had our clothes managed and put away, so the ick and grogginess I had felt yesterday, was gone. Once all my tasks were completed, I reentered the bedroom and found Arnav sitting up in bed, running his hand through his hair.

Even jet-lag couldn't effect his amount of sexiness.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, Arnav looked up at me. Blush instantly filled my face as he got out of bed and stood before me.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice raspy.

Fuck! "Good morning," I whispered back, and just like the day before, in the blink of an eye, his lips collided with mine.

Instantly I reached out and gripped onto his T-shirt, over his abdomen. Arnav caressed my cheeks in his hands, and I couldn't help my shy smile.

Oh my- are we really about to... with no one to interrupt us?

The sound of the doorbell rang, causing us to split.

"What the-?" Arnav looked at the alarm clock. "Right on schedule," he grumbled.

Right on schedule- oh, the workers!

Damn it, why did they have to come now.

"I'll get the door," I said. "You can go wash up."

With a nod, Arnav placed a kiss on my forehead, and headed to the bathroom. I made my way through the vast house and opened the doors for the workers. They smile as they entered, and got right down to work, cleaning and preparing our meals. It wasn't long until breakfast was made and Arnav had joined me. With their work complete, the workers left, leaving Arnav and I alone.

It's quite exciting, yet quite nerve wrecking.