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.

Chapter Nineteen

Wow this family knows a lot of people. From family friends, to business partners, it's no wonder they needed to host a second party for all of these people to meet me.

People after people I met, some very happy, others faking it.

Who cares. They're just jealous their daughter can't marry Arnav anymore, jealous bitches.

Boy, am I being overprotective or what?

It was getting hot, so I put my hair up in a loose bun, hoping to cool off. However I noticed some people starting to glance at me and I wondered what the issue was. I mean don't get me wrong, people have been giving me the look all day, but this felt different.

I noticed Arnav talking to a man and he glanced at me with a small smile. However the smile didn't stay for long and he excused himself, and made his way over to me.

Oh boy, I bet this is going to be about my back being on display.

I like this!

Arnav came to my side and glanced around at the guests. "Having fun?"

Hmm? "You could say that. It's getting kind of hot though with all of these guests and the buzzing."

"Hmm.... Well maybe you should put your hair down."

Really? "To feel even hotter?"

Arnav smirked lightly and I couldn't help the grin on my face. "No."

"Then to cover my back?"

"No, but yes as well."

I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"Normally I'm not one to care so much about what other people think, but when it comes to you, it's different."

My eyebrows automatically scrunched. "What do you mean?"

Arnav turned to me and tucked a tendril of hair behind my ear, which had escaped from my bun. The number of gasps I had heard - and most certainly Arnav had heard - weren't missed.

"Your neck."

"My neck? What about my n-?" Wait! He doesn't mean....

"Number three," he said, understanding what was going through my mind.

I automatically reached back and released my hair, covering my neck. "Hickey #3," I whispered.

Arnav looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry Khushi, I got carried away. I shouldn't have done that-"

"Don't. It'll make me think you regret it-"

"I don't. I just hate when these villain aunties speak too much crap."

"Villain aunties," I snorted.

"Yes," he grinned.

Both of us chuckled and more whispers hissed in the air.

"Well, look at you two..."

We turned and saw Di and Jeejaji.

"Looks like you're hitting it off," Di winked.

My cheeks filled with blush. I'm positive she noticed my hickey too.

"I have to agree Rani Saheba," Jeejaji agreed. "It seems like Saleh Saab can't control himself anymore."

Arnav looked away, not saying anything.

"How true," Di giggled. "How lucky for him that they're leaving for their honeymoon tonight."

Whoa, wait, what?

Di giggled. "Surprise! We wanted to send you guys away earlier this morning but because of the guests, we couldn't. But there's nothing to worry about, because you'll be there for a week."

A week?

"Where for a week," Arnav questioned.

"To a private island on the Caribbean," she grinned.

Ooh, hot! Not to mention expensive!

"A private jet will take you close by, and then you have to go by boat."

Okay, make that too expensive. I'm not exactly comfortable with this.

"So what do you say," Di grinned.

Uh...?

"That's great," Arnav said. "Thank you Di."

"Oh it wasn't me who came up with this, but your romantic brother in law," she said, gazing at her husband with doe eyes.

Honestly, these two are something else and very cute.

Jeejaji nodded proudly. "That I did."

Di giggled. "You two better go to your room and pack your bags for hot weather and Sandy beaches!"

Arnav and I glanced at each other and Di and Jeejaji shooed us off to our room. Arnav began packing for us and I helped him. Truth be told, we were very grateful and wanted to get away from the villain aunties as quick as possible.

Once we had our bags packed - which by the way we're Louis Vuitton luggage, hot damn - the workers had taken them down and we rejoined everyone downstairs. Nani stood with a thaal and blessed us for a safe trip. Before we left, I caught Akash and NK giving Arnav two thumbs up and winks, and of course my husband hit them upside in the head.

That's my man.

Getting into the car, the driver took us to the airport and oh what a joy it was to skip all the crazy lines and crazy airport security. We were taken straight to the tarmac and to the jet, then boarded.

With our bags in and the crew ready to take off, the jet went down the runway and took off, leaving my stomach behind.

We were served wine and at first I was going to reject, but then I remembered what Arnav had told me, so I took the offered glass.

"You sure you want to," Arnav asked.

I shrugged. "It's now or never I guess?"

"Are you sure Khushi?"

"Let's see if I like it."

I took a sip and immediately the alcohol hit my throat.

Yeesh!

"It's an acquired taste," Arnav said.

"No kidding," I said as I set it down on the table between us.

Arnav chuckled and I stuck my tongue out at him.

I don't care if I was being childish.

The hostesses returned and served us lunch and only then did I realize how hungry I was. We dug right in and boy was I satisfied.

"It's going to be a long flight," Arnav said. "If you want to take a nap, the bedroom is in the back."

Bedroom? "There's a bedroom in the back?"

Arnav nodded.

I don't know how I'm supposed to return to commercial flights after knowing that. "Do you know where we're landing?"

"Cuba."

"Cuba? Oh my gosh, it's so beautiful there! It's apparently like being stuck in a period of time, with the cars and the architecture, it's colors and the people. Wow, I can't believe we're going to be there!"

"Yeah," he smiled softly.

I couldn't help the smile on my face. Gosh, he's such a sweetheart. What did I do to get a man like him?

*~*

As the hours passed and the farther we flew, we continued to chase the sun. I mean why wouldn't we be, that's how the earth worked, though it sucks. With all the light, I could hardly sleep.

Yeah the room was dark, but knowing that the sun was out, my body simply refused. There's a reason why I couldn't take naps in the afternoon, it just wouldn't happen. I continuously tossed and turned, but no dice.

Wah!

The door opened and Arnav entered the room. "Can't sleep," he asked when his eyes met mine.

I shook my head. "No."

He smiled softly and shut the door behind him. The room darkened once more and Arnav got in bed beside me. The instant I felt his body, mine became alert. The amount of tiredness I had within me was now long gone, jumping out of the plane.

Arnav turned his body to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. My mind instantly transported to the night before and how he had held me before we fell asleep and then how he was holding me when we woke up this morning.

It also reminded of what Arnav had said to NK this morning.

"Last night was supposed to be like an ice breaker - get to know each other better. I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

Hmm....

Turning in his hold, I faced him. "Arnav?".

"Hmm?" He had his eyes shut.

"I heard what you said to NK this morning at breakfast," I said softly.

He instantly opened his eyes.

"And I think that was really sweet of you to do."

That small hint of blush appeared on Arnav's cheeks again, and it made my heart flutter.

"It only seemed to be the right thing to do," he said.

I smiled at him and gathering my guts, I kissed his forehead. When my eyes met his, his were slightly wide.

"So, what else would you like to know about me," I asked, pushing myself up and resting my head on my hand.

"Uh, well... what was school like?"

"School? Boring. I absolutely hated it."

"Amen to that," he grinned and I chuckled.

"I mean it wasn't entirely bad, since I spent most of my time with my friends but...."

"But what?"

"I don't know.... for some reason I could never hold onto them. Each time it came down to going on to a new school, I lost contact with old friends. I thought that at least when I went to college, I'd still be in contact with my high school friends but... that just wasn't the case."

"I understand," Arnav said softly. "I was the same. Though I have to admit, I didn't give them enough time, so I don't blame them for not trying to keep contact."

"Hmm... I guess."

"Yeah.... Tell me more about your family, well our family, but you know what I mean."

The corner of lips tugged up. "My family? Um, well, there's Amma, Babuji, and Buaji. I call Amma the crazy one, Babuji the loving one, and Buaji my partner in crime," I chuckled.

Arnav chuckled as well. "Partner in crime?"

"She can be a bit crazy and loves to act half her age. But I can't blame her for that. After loosing her husband... it was hard on her."

Arnav gave me a light squeeze and I have him a soft smile. Aww, he's so caring.

"Ever since she began to live with us part-time - she likes to be on her own now and then as a way to refresh her perspective on life - she became my partner in crime. We drove my parents crazy! And if I ever needed to talk to anyone about something, I always went to Buaji first.

"Besides them, there's my Chacha and Chachi, and of course my cousin Payal; they were at the wedding."

"Um... oh yeah, I remember meeting them at the wedding."

"Also, I'm pretty sure I caught Akash eyeballing her," I smirked.

"I'm sure I caught him doing that too," he chuckled. 

Feeling my hand starting to go numb, I laid back down on the pillow. "Tell me more about your family."

"Our family."

Sigh.... "Our family," I smiled softly.

"Its mainly Nani, Di, Jeejaji, and I at the house. Di and Jeejaji used to live elsewhere, but knowing that Nani was home alone when I was at work, it became a concern. So they moved in to take care of her."

"What about Jeejaji's family? They didn't say anything?"

Arnav shook his head. "He has no one."

What? This was news to me.

"Unlike Di and I, Jeejaji was born an orphan. He never knew his family nor any of his relatives. He found out in his early teens that he was left on the doorstep of the orphanage he grew up in."

"That's so sad."

Arnav nodded. "The pain of not having your parents, they both understood it well. I guess that's what made them get closer."

"Did they fall in love and then get married?

"Yeah. They met through mutual friends."

"Oh...."

"Yeah. Then besides us, there's Mama, Mami, and Akash. They're constantly on the road however, though I can't blame them. Akash goes for work but Mama and Mami go for pleasure. For years, Mama worked hard on the business and couldn't give Mami much time. So now he's making up for it."

"That's sweet of him to do."

"I guess."

"What about NK?"

"He's still trying to find himself. After his father passed away, it was kind of tough for him and his mom in Australia. But they made it through and both are doing fine now."

"It's so sad though. Yet he's always so jolly."

"That he is. And crazy."

I chuckled and so did he.

"They're planning on moving back here, they just need their house to be sold."

"Ah, so that means he'll be bothering you more often," I smirked.

Arnav frowned. "Don't remind me," and I laughed.

"Our family sure is something else."

Arnav smiled softly. "That it is."

It really is.

"Get some rest, it's going to be some time till we arrive. We should be going over the Atlantic right now. It'll still be several hours till we land in Cuba."

"Okay."

Pulling me in closer to him, I nuzzled into his chest. He felt warm and amazing against my body. Somehow, I had become really tired and fell asleep in my husband's arms, as he had fallen asleep in mine.

Chapter Eighteen

Waking up next to a sleeping Arnav is probably one of the most beautiful sights in the world. With the way he was softly smiling in his sleep and holding onto me, it was all too cute. It was only natural of me to reach out and to caress his cheek.

I mean come on, wouldn't you? Actually, don't answer that. He's my husband, not yours, go get your own.

Feeling his stubble under my hand tickled, yet it felt good. And his hair - gosh his hair - its so soft.

Arnav stirred and sighed, and I froze. His eyes fluttered opened and once he registered his surroundings, he smiled softly. "Good morning."

Oh my... his voice.... it's so raspy and sexy!

"Good morning," I whispered.

What happened next, happened in a snap. I heard him groan from his throat - which totally confused me - and the next thing I know, I'm flat on my back, kissing Arnav back.

I couldn't hold back my moan this time, and Arnav responded with one of his own. My arms made their way around his neck, my fingers diving into his hair to be entangled in. Arnav groaned and wrapped his hand around my leg, then wrapped it around his waist.

Oh my gosh, are we really going to do it now? Right after we've just woken up? With my bed hair and just-woke-up face? There is no way I look attractive right now!

The sudden sound of the alarm beeping broke us from our reverie and we glared at it. But it also brought us back to reality, and we tried to calm our crazy hearts. Arnav looked down at me as I looked up at him. We tugged on the air between us and even though the alarm clock was going crazy, we still didn't get up. But I knew better, and I didn't want anyone downstairs getting the wrong idea.

Well, maybe not entirely wrong.

"You should go get ready," I said softly.

Arnav nodded and rested his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry about that."

What? "About what ?"

"For jumping on you like that," he said softly.

There was that little hint of blush on his face again. He's so sweet! "It's okay."

Arnav pulled back slightly and looked at me.

"I liked it."

He smiled softly and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Me too."

With that, he got up, leaving me with a smile plastered on my face. It just couldn't be helped! I was happy and most importantly, I was in love!

*~*

Amma and Buaji had told me how important it was for a girl on her first morning at her in laws. I had to make breakfast, and to tell you the truth, I was scared out of my mind! I really don't cook like that, but I am knowledgeable of it. I mean I know how to crack an egg, duh. I'm just not one of those who can eyeball a third of a cup in a coffee mug.

Like how the heck do you do that?!

Remembering my lessons with Amma and Buaji, I did my best and prepared breakfast, making a few phone calls now and then to them. Di, Mami, and Nani offered to help but I denied, even the workers who had asked.

Once breakfast was complete, I set the table, with the help of the workers. The family came in, everyone sitting at the table. I felt him before I saw him - thanks to my crazy heart - and watched Arnav as he sat down. With everyone at the table, Nani was the first to taste everything. In my mind I silently prayed, a little part of me rocking back and forth as it prayed. When Nani told me it was perfect, I was finally able to breathe.

With everyone's approval, and of course my husband's, I was finally able to relax and sat down beside him. He gave me a small smile and so did I. Everyone was animated in conversation, more guests coming today to see me, the new Raizada bahu. I was paying attention to Nani's, Di's, and Mami's conversation about the party, when my ears picked up NK's words.

"So you guys didn't do it?"

What on earth?!

"Shut up NK," I heard my husband say.

"Dude, how can you not? I mean that's the point of a suhag raat, dude."

What?!

"Dude, what a mess up. Only you would do a suhag raat wrong Mr. Angry CEO."

"Shut up dude."

Dude? Did my husband just say dude? Did I just call my husband my husband again? Oh, I did it again!

"Oh come on Nanav."

"Shut up NK. I'm not just going to sleep with her."

He's not?

"You're not?"

"No. Only a creep would pounce onto a woman like that. "

Oh?

"Oh yeah?"

"Last night was supposed to be like an ice breaker - get to know each other better. I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

Arnav....

"Just because she's my wife, doesn't mean I can get my way with her. I want her to be comfortable with me first, and then we can take it from there."

Aww... my husband is so sweet.

"Wow Nanav, who knew there was a softy under that mega CEO."

Arnav scowled at him. "Don't push your luck."

NK gulped. "Yes sir."

Arnav resumed eating his breakfast and I couldn't help the small smile on my face.

He truly is such a sweet man. How lucky am I to have a man like him? I guess that explains the little awkward vibe last night - he was more focused on trying to get to know me and not try to make it seem like he was trying to get in my pants- er, skirt- er- whatever.

Nani looked at me. "Khushi betiyan, you should head upstairs to get ready. I'll send up your sari soon."

"Yes Naniji."

The family slowly dispersed to get ready, and I headed upstairs to our room. Arnav was staying home today but he was busy with NK and Akash because I think the two said something to annoy him. Why else would he have them by their ears?

Arnav truly is something. With his family, he's this strong leader, who has a soft side for his siblings. At work, he was was a total boss with a bad temper. And then with me....

Sigh.... He's so sweet.

Nani came in with my sari and I quickly got ready. I did my makeup and my hair, but I only had one problem - my blouse. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tie the strings of my blouse on the back. But what good would it be anyways, it's not like the blouse had much of a back!

Stupid backless blouses!

Arnav entered the bedroom and I caught his reflection in the mirror. His eyes darted from me to my exposed back, and stayed there.

I take it back, backless blouses are the best!!!

If he had laser vision, my back would've had holes by now. Arnav slowly stepped forward, but his eyes remained on my back.

Thank you Nani!

Arnav stood behind me and looked at my reflection. "Ready?"

Ugh, his raspy voice is so sexy! "No," I responded, shaking my head. "I can't tie the strings of my blouse."

He looked at my back again.

"C-could you help me?"

Ugh, why did I stutter? Woman up, woman!

"Sure."

Reaching up, he took hold of the two strings. His fingers brushed on my back several times as he tied it. I forced myself not to moan and kept my eyes on him, not wanting to ruin the moment.

When he finished tying it, he dropped his hands. "There you go."

I pursed my lips to cover my smile. He was still looking at my back. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said to my back.

Oh Arnav. As noble as you are, not to mention sweet, I guess certain male instincts just cannot be stopped.

I wonder....

Taking my hair up in my hands, I decided to put it up in a bun.

Arnav looked at my reflection incredulously. "What are you doing?"

I pretended not to notice. "Putting my hair up."

"Why?"

"Why not? It's hot and-"

"So? It looks better with your hair down."

Is that so? "Oh? But I've had my hair to the side, how would you know?"

"I know. Just leave it down, and not to the side, but in the back."

Really? This is quite humoring. "And why is that?"

"No reason," he grumbled.

Oh Arnav! "It doesn't have anything to do with my blouse..."

His eyes met mine in the mirror.

"...does it?" It so totally does!

"No."

I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"Okay fine, yes."

I had to force myself from grinning.

"That blouse is too revealing."

"Its the latest in fashion and you know it."

Arnav frowned. "I know. But still.... it's too revealing and no one needs to see your back. They don't have the right too."

Is that so? "They don't have the right too?"

"No."

I cocked my eyebrow at him and he did the same. "Then who does?"

"I do."

This time, I couldn't stop my gasp. Arnav spun me around and crashed his lips onto mine, eliciting a moan from my mouth. The insides my body clenched and I moaned again when he leaned me up against the mirror. His warm hands gripped onto my exposed flesh and my insides clenched once more.

I swear, I wanted him to take me then and there, I really truly absolutely positively didn't care.

I really didn't.

Pulling back for air, I felt his lips trail along my jaw and to my neck. He kissed and sucked on my flesh and my fingers made its way to his hair. When he teethed it, I couldn't help but to grip his hair tightly. His body vibrated when he groaned, turning mine into a mass of nerves.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Chote, Khushi!"

Crap, it was Di!

A squeal nearly escaped my mouth, had Arnav not sealed it with his lips.

"Come down soon, okay? The guests are starting to arrive."

Arnav let go of my lips. "We're coming," he called out.

"Okay," and we heard her walk away.

Why does this keep happening to us? Every freaking time, we get interrupted! Why? Can we both get a moment? I mean come on, we're newly weds for crying out loud!

Geez Louise!

Arnav looked down at me and I looked up at him. For a moment we said nothing and then erupted into laughter. It just couldn't be helped!

Arnav rested his forehead against mine. "Some luck we have."

I smiled softly. "Some luck," I agreed.

He pulled back and tucked a tendril of hair behind my ear. "Could you please leave your hair down," he asked.

Oh Arnav. "With those puppy eyes, how could I say no," I smiled.

Seriously, he had the puppy eyes thing going.

Arnav smiled and kissed my forehead. "Thank you Khushi."

"You're welcome Arnav." I pulled back slightly. "You don't mind me calling you by your name right? Without the proper ish?"

His expression clearly displayed his humor. "What else would you call me?"

"Arnavji."

"Please, no, don't."

Oh thank goodness! "Okay."

"That's too tacky," he chuckled.

"Ditto."

Arnav smiled. "Shall we head down?"

He let go of me and offered his arm.

Such a gentleman.

Linking my arm to his, we both headed down to entertain the guests, to show them the new Mr. & Mrs. Raizada.

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."