Chapter Six

Arnav led Khushi out of the ballroom and led her to the stairs to take her up to his study. Many women watched them as they left, muttering amongst each other, filling up with jealousy.

"Looks like we've got an audience," Khushi said to him as they went up the stairs

"That's usually the case," he said as they headed towards his study. "Think you'll get used to it?"

"Maybe, with time."

Arnav led Khushi down the halls and led her to his study. He opened the door for her and let her in first. Khushi walked in and looked at the red-mahogany, wooded room. The walls were covered with bookcases, shelves filled with numerous books. His desk was of red mahogany as well, with an emerald green lamp sitting on it. His chair, as well as the two seats in front of it were cushioned with emerald green fabric as well.

"Wow... this room is... wow," Khushi said.

"Red's my favorite color," Arnav explained.

"I know," she said as she stepped around the desk, tracing her fingers over it.

"You know? How do you know," Arnav asked, confused.

"Your mother," she replied, and she took a seat in his chair. "Mm, comfy."

"My mother told you?"

"Uh huh. We had a lovely chat at the white party and exchanged phone numbers. She told me plenty of things over the phone about yours truly."

Huh, Arnav thought. I guess getting Ma that phone really did pay off. "So what else did she tell you," he asked, stepping around the desk towards her.

"Mm... a variety of things," she said, getting up to look over at the items on his desk.

"Such as?"

"That's mostly confidential," she replied and she picked up a picture frame containing a photo of Arnav and Anjali.

"Why is it confidential?"

"Mother and daughter in-law business."

"Ah, I see."

Khushi placed the photo down and turned to face him as she sat on his desk. "We talked about your past."

"My past?"

"Yes. Your little track record of all the partying and the girls you've slept with."

Arnav's eyebrows shot up. The fact that his mother was speaking of his, er, rendezvous, was quite odd and weird.

"She told me to never let it bother me, since people being people will try to say things now and then, especially the women in their inner circles."

"Uh... huh...."

Khushi picked up a paperweight and analyzed it. "It's okay; we all have our pasts."

Arnav looked at her curiously. "Do you?"

Khushi looked at him. "That's for my husband to know."

Arnav smirked lightly, his arrogance coming on display. "Well luckily for me, that's me," he said, stepping closer to her.

Khushi placed her finger on his chest, stopping him from coming closer. "Not yet."

"But I will be."

"That you will."

Arnav continued to smirk smugly.

"Hmm, I can see why all the ladies throw themselves at you."

"Oh? Will you join them?"

Khushi shook her head. "I don't need to - because my future husband will throw himself at me."

Arnav grinned roguishly. "Will he now?"

"Yes."

"And why is that?"

"Because the slit on my dress is too much for his cock to handle."

Arnav sucked on his teeth. "Oh, such a dirty word from an angel's mouth."

"More like a princess."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

In all of the heat of their talk, the two never realized when Arnav had wrapped Khushi's legs around his waist, nor how close their faces were due to the hold Khushi had on his hair.

"You want to fuck me," Khushi said.

"I do."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Instead of responding, Arnav covered her lips with his, stifling her moan. His hands did quick work of his belt and pants, while Khushi removed his tuxedo and undid his bow tie as well as the buttons of his shirt.

"Are you on birth control," Arnav asked in between kisses.

Khushi shook her head.

Arnav reached into the top drawer on his right and pulled it open, retrieving a condom. He moved his hand in between her legs to feel how wet she was, and she was very wet.

"Fuck," Arnav growled.

He brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her.

"You're so sweet," and he loosened the hold on her legs and bent down to latch his mouth onto her.

Khushi cried out and gripped onto his hair as she laid back on the desk. His tongue did wonders to her and she tossed her head back with a moan. She felt herself build and she wanted her release more than anything. She grinded hips, rubbing herself on his face. Arnav gripped her waist, stilling her.

"Arnav please," she cried.

Something about her crying out his name turned him on. Usually he didn't like it and would have the girls he fucked call him my lord. Yet when it came to Khushi, his future bride, it was very different.

Arnav was on a mission, like a man in the desert, desperate for water. He would make her cum with his mouth only, and he wouldn't stop until she did. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait long, as Khushi's clutch on his hair tightened and her back bowed off the desk due to her release. She cried out as she did, crying out his name, and Arnav didn't stop until she had her full release.

Khushi's body landed with a thud, but Arnav still had his mouth latched onto her. He took every last drop of her before standing up to look at her. Her hands laid limp at her side as her chest heaved, her eyes shut from the intense orgasm.

Khushi opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Am I sweet enough to be your wife?"

Arnav picked up the condom and tore it open with his teeth. "More than enough."

"Better than all the others?"

Arnav rolled the condom onto his length. "Much better."

"Then I assume I'm good enough to be your wife."

"You already were," he said as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"I was?"

"You are," and he slowly buried himself within her.

Both cried out in pleasure, Khushi gripping onto his arms while Arnav grabbed onto the edge of his desk. Once Arnav was buried deep within her, they both gazed at each other. Arnav drew back then slowly plunged into her again and watched as Khushi rolled her head back before his eyes shut in pleasure.

"You're so tight," he moaned.

Arnav drew back and plunged into her again.

"Fuck," he groaned.

Khushi whimpered and ran her hands over his back. "Please move. Please go faster."

Hearing her beg turned him on even more, and he did as she asked, withdrawing from her and thrusting back in without stopping. He picked up a pace and soon enough, the two created a rhythm as Khushi arched her back to meet him. Both moaned in satisfaction, Khushi's hands going down to grab his ass while Arnav placed one hand through her hair to take her lips, while the other went to her lower back to bring her closer.

Their steady pace grew faster and faster, both desperate for their release. Their foreheads rested on the other's, their grips tight as Arnav gripped her hair and Khushi gripped his ass. Arnav felt her tightening around him and knew that she was about to cum.

"Yes baby, cum for me," Arnav growled. "Cum for me angel, cum for me princess."

His words were her undoing and Khushi cried out as her back arched off the desk, her body letting go.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Arnav growled, as he continued to thrust into her, then let out his release.

He collapsed onto her and Khushi held him to her, not minding his weight since her body was limp and felt like jelly. They laid like that for a moment, until the numbness in their bodies began to go away.

Arnav picked himself up and looked down at the beautiful brunette who would be his wife. "You're mine."

Khushi finally opened her eyes and gazed up at her future husband. "You're mine."

The two continued to gaze at each other, not caring that they had a party downstairs for them, where the guests were curious where the main hosts were. They didn't care that their family was starting to get curious of their whereabouts, well, except for five people, since they had a good hunch.

No they didn't care, and they didn't want to.