Chapter Four

Arnav rolled up his sleeves and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a white button down, white waistcoat, and white jeans, along with white oxfords. Just as he finished adjusting his sleeves, his phone beeped.

>missing you ;)

Arnav rolled his eyes and muted his phone. This was the reason why he never responded to a girl's text - because they became too clingy. Kavya was no different, though he did admit he liked fucking her whore-of-a-cunt. She was loose, no doubt, but her wildness made up for it. As for her clingy-ness, it took away her points. Luckily for him, Kavya had gone to the big city for some reason he had paid no attention to as she had told him because he was to busy fucking her ass.

Arnav tucked his phone away in his pocket and headed downstairs. His family members were all there - except for Deviyani as she wasn't in the mood to party - all dressed in white. Once they were ready to go, they headed out, taking their cars and driving to the cove. The beach was filled with people, all dressed in white

"Chote, you didn't follow the dress code," Anjali said.

Arnav turned his attention to his sister. "What?"

"Your vest is lined with black and the buttons are black," she frowned, referring to the interior of the vest. "That's breaking the dress code."

"Like I care Di," and he looked back out the window as his sister made fun of him.

The Raizadas pulled up to the party and came out of their cars. Everyone turned their attention to them, all of them excited to see them, many hoping that by the end of the party, their daughter would be the Lord's future wife, if not, then at least a Raizada Bahu.

Shashi Gupta and his wife Garima walked over to the Raizadas to greet them.

"Thanks you so much for coming," Shashi smiled. "We really appreciate it."

"The pleasure is ours," Arnav said.

Shashi smiled. "This is my wife, Garima. Garima, meet his Lordship and his family."

"It is a pleasure to meet you my Lord," Garima smiled, holding her hand out to shake.

The Raizadas held back their surprise, as women in their town typically didn't do much, forget saying so much in one sentence in the public, forget the gesture.

Arnav took her hand and kissed it over her knuckles. "The pleasure is mine," he smiled.

Garima smiled. "Please, come this way."

The Raizadas followed the Guptas in. They met several people and saw some familiar faces as they associated with people.

"By the way Shashi," Aryan began, "we haven't had the pleasure to meet your daughter."

"Of course. My little one is always going around somewhere; hard to keep track of her."

Shalini glanced at Aryan, masking her slight worry.

"Little one," Aryan questioned.

"Yes," Shashi replied, then looked around. "There! There's my princess," he pointed.

They followed to where he was pointing. Arnav followed his finger as well and froze. Down by the beach wasn't a little girl, but a young woman, who was gazing out to the ocean, her back facing them. She wore a white high-low dress with very thin straps, the train slightly flowing in the breeze. Her head was adorned with a floral headband, containing white orchids.

Shashi spoke, but all Arnav heard was "that's... daughter... one... make... today."

I'll make your daughter's day, any day, with that ass, Arnav thought smugly. She's hardly little, old man, but a princess? That I'll have to find out, he lightly smirked.

"I'll call her over here to meet you all. Khushi," Shashi called out.

The girl turned around and everything else paused for Arnav. The smug expression on Arnav's face went away as he gazed at the angel who began walking towards them, his whole being attentive of her.

Every part of him.

Holy fuck, Arnav thought.

She was beautiful, her curls flowing in the breeze as she walked over to them. Arnav's eyes fixed on her, everyone else on the beach nonexistent, leaving just the two of them.

The woman reached them. "You called for me Babuji," she said as she stood beside Shashi.

"Yes Khushi, I'd like for you to meet the Lord and his family, the Raizadas."

Khushi put her hands together. "Namaste."

Arnav smiled slightly. Shit! Is she cultural and all innocent and shit?

"...you're such a beautiful girl," Arnav heard his mother say.

She's sexy... but is she up for fun or not, Arnav wondered.

"It's a pleasure to meet you my Lord," Khushi said, holding her hand out.

Arnav took it and kissed it over her knuckles. "The pleasure is mine."

Khushi smiled lightly and so did Arnav.

"Well for right now, why don't you let go of your lord responsibilities for the moment and have some fun," Aryan beamed.

"Sure." Arnav turned to Khushi. "Care to join me," he asked, offering his arm.

Khushi took it. "It would be my pleasure."

Arnav and Khushi walked away, many heads turning as they filled with jealousy, as the two headed towards the water to walk along the beach on the walkway that was made. The Raizada's split to their own, talking to familiar faces.

"She's quite beautiful, your daughter," Aryan said to Shashi as he watched his son speak to Khushi.

"It's all from her mother," Shashi chuckled, and Garima playfully hit his arm.

"She's very sweet and kind," Shalini said. "Whoever she'll be with in the future will truly be lucky and happy."

Shashi laughed. "Oh if there only was someone written for her. My daughter is quite headstrong, that one," he chuckled. "It'll be hard for me to find a man who could handle her and her passion for history."

"History," Aryan questioned.

"Oh yes," Garima replied. "She spends time reading or researching, or watching documentaries. I understand that it's not usual in this town for a woman to do something, but what can I say? My daughter is unique and different."

"That she is," Shalini said, looking at her son and hopefully future daughter in law.

"But with differences comes a price," Shashi said. "I doubt there's anyone in town who'd want my daughter as their daughter in law."

"Well you're looking at someone right now," Aryan said.

Both Shashi and Garima looked at him, confused.

"We'd like for Khushi to marry our Arnav."

Meanwhile...

"So you aren't from here," Arnav said.

"No, we're from the city originally," Khushi said. "But we've been here for at least 11 years now."

"Things must be different for you."

"It is. Things are so different here. I mean little girls getting married at such young ages... it's horrible!"

Arnav cocked his eyebrow.

"I mean what about their childhood? Where is there chance to be naive? I'm 21 years old and I still don't want to be responsible. How could a 12 year old be responsible for her, her husband, her in laws, or her child?"

Arnav thought about it for a moment. He himself wished he could still party and fool around freely instead of having all of his responsibilities, yet here he was.

"It's safe to say I'm different from them, having never being married and all."

"That is true," Arnav said. "You're very different from all of the other girls."

"Is that good different or bad different?"

"Good," Arnav smiled genuinely and Khushi did as well.

"Well if the Lord says so, then it must be."

"Well technically my father told me to take a break, but that can't be done, so yes, as your Lordship says."

Khushi smiled. "Does it ever get boring?"

"Honest?"

Khushi nodded.

"Yes."

"Well that's sad. But at least you do get to have your fun time," she smirked.

Arnav cocked his eyebrow and Khushi mimicked him.

"I think it's safe to say that everyone knows very well how much you love to party and fuck."

Arnav's eyebrows shot up. For some reason, he never expected this angel to say something so foul.

"It's a good thing you can let that stress off and not be a... ah! Not be a laad governor."

"A what," Arnav frowned.

"A laad governor," she giggled.

Although Arnav felt that he should be offended, especially since someone was making fun of his Lordship, something about her saying it, didn't make it so bad.

"I hope I haven't offended my Lord."

Arnav shook his head. "Um no, it's fine."

"So he can take a joke."

It wasn't a question, but he answered anyways. "Yes."

Khushi smiled and turned to face the water. "It's so beautiful here."

"It is," Arnav agreed. "One of my favorite places here."

"Really? Do you come here often?"

I'd like to take you here and cum in that tight pussy of yours. "No, especially not now due to work."

"Ah... well would you like to go in the water? Just to wet your feet; I love it when the cold water rushes over me and takes the sand away beneath my feet."

"I'm not so sure."

Khushi cocked her eyebrow. "Is his Lordship afraid of the water," she teased, stepping back.

Arnav smirked. Playful.... "No."

"So come and join me," and she stepped onto the sand.

Arnav had then noticed that she hadn't been wearing shoes this entire time, and he admired her white painted toes, feeling the urge to kiss and suck on them.

"Well?"

Arnav returned his attention to her and bent down and began to untie his shoes. Khushi grinned and ran off towards the water, Arnav following behind once he had taken his shoes off and had rolled up his jeans. He joined her by her side and then she took his hand and went towards the water.

It should be mentioned that when she did, both of them had felt a spark tingle up their spine. Not that they would say anything of it.

Arnav and Khushi stood side by side and when the water rushed over their feet, Khushi squealed from the cold.

"Wow that's cold," she said.

"Yeah, really cold," Arnav agreed.

"But relaxing, well, eventually."

And eventually, it was. For a moment, Arnav forgot of all of his duties, all of his stress, all of the pressure, and all of the nuisances - meaning Kavya - and relaxed. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath in, and let it out. His shoulders eased and he relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You look very cute when you smile."

Arnav opened his eyes and looked down at Khushi, who was smiling softly.

"So do you," he said, and blush rose on Khushi's cheeks.

"Thank you; you're too kind my Lord."

"I'm only saying the truth."

"I-"

"Khushi!"

Both Arnav and Khushi turned around and saw her mother calling her over, waving her hand. Khushi nodded and began to go her way, when she stopped to a tug. It was then that both Arnav and Khushi realized that they were still holding each others hand, and neither were wanting to let go. They looked at each other, and then at their hands.

"I have to go," Khushi said softly, and she freed her hand and ran off to her mother.

Arnav stood still, however, shocked by everything that had just happened. This wasn't normal for him. If this was the normal, he would have been pulled her aside somewhere and would have already fucked her and made her cum five times, if not, four. Yet here he was, no orgasms given with no fucks.

"She's beautiful isn't she?"

Arnav snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see his mother.

"Ma when did you-?"

"Forget that. But you do agree that she's beautiful, don't you?"

Arnav looked at Khushi, who was talking to her mother. "Yes."

"She'd make a lovely bride."

This caught his attention and he looked at his mother. "Bride?"

Shalini smiled. "Well every Lord does need his Lady."

Arnav looked away.

Shalini stepped towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I understand that times have changed, but if this would've been before, you would have been married the night you became the Lord of the Land. Luckily for you that wasn't the case."

His mother was right. In the old days, if the future lord hadn't married by the day of his ceremony, he would be wedded on that night. Luckily for him that wasn't the case, as well as the past five generations of the Raizadas.

"Your father agrees that she would make a good wife for you."

Arnav scoffed. "Really? Cause he knows women so well."

Shalini squeezed his shoulder. "Don't talk badly of your father."

Arnav met her eyes and she looked down. "Don't defend him."

"He's my husband," she whispered.

"You're his wife," Arnav countered.

Shalini said nothing and Arnav looked away. Finally Shalini looked up and put a smile on her face.

"Enough about me and your father, let's focus on Khushi."

The instant she said that, Arnav turned his attention to Khushi, who was now talking to both of her parents. She said something and she blushed which made Arnav curious.

"We're going to talk to Ma tonight about this."

"Do you think Deeda would accept?"

Shalini looked at Khushi, who was now with little children, looking at their floral headbands and placing them on their heads. "I know she will."