Chapter Eight

With the wedding date fixed, all of the other ceremonies were set as well. With the Haldi set in two days, Shalini had asked Khushi to come over so that she could get to know her future home a bit better. She remembered her first day here and her desperate desire of a map, not to mention for the next few months. So she wanted to make it easier for Khushi and try to get to know the place in advance.

"I'm so going to get lost, Khushi admitted.

Shalini chuckled. "Don't worry, that's what I'm here for."

"Seriously auntie, I am. If you dropped me in the middle of this place like you do with the Google guy on Maps, I'd be stuck and calling for a rescue team."

Shalini couldn't help her laugh. "Oh honey, don't worry about that. That's what this is for -  I guess a training of sorts. And don't call me auntie anymore, I am your mother to be after all."

Khushi smiled softly. "That's true," and she hugged her.

Unbeknownst to the two, they had an audience. Aryan was heading down when he had seen the two. Seeing his wife's smile had caused him to pause and wonder how long it had been since he had seen her so happy. He simply watched her as she smiled with an essence of happiness he had never seen in her before.

The other audience member was none other than the Lord himself, in the middle of a conversation on his phone, when he saw his sexy, future Lady. At first he looked at her with lust, but when he saw how she was with his mother and how his mother was smiling from end to end, his heart softened and he smiled softly - a rare thing to ever occur by anyone else other than his mother.

"Chote?"

Arnav snapped out of his thoughts and went over to the two ladies, ending the call. "Yes Ma?"

"Show Khushi to your bedroom. After all that's her future room and she should know how to get anywhere from there first, believe me. My first day here, I couldn't get back to my room no matter how hard I tried," Shalini chuckled. "If it weren't for Ma, I would've been lost forever."

"Ma," Arnav warned.

"Oh stop it you," she said, playfully hitting his arm. "Learn to take a joke, you're getting married in a few days."

Arnav glanced at Khushi and she glanced at him. Shalini caught this and smiled to herself.

"Now come on, show her to her future room."

"Yes Ma," he nodded, and the two turned away.

"Oh, and one more thing," Shalini called out.

The two paused and looked at her.

"Don't take too long," and with a wink she walked off, giggling.

Khushi blushed with embarrassment while Arnav shook his head.

"She is something else," Khushi heard him mutter.

"She's happy," she said softly.

Arnav shrugged and he led her to the bedroom. Khushi had expected a big and grand room but not this big and grand.

"You have a freaking living room in your bedroom," Khushi gaped.

Arnav couldn't help but to chuckle. Yes he did have a little living space with couches and a coffee table, and there were magazines on top of it as well. From there it led into the vast bedroom, the minimum of furniture making it seem even bigger.

Khushi walked in and looked around, taking it all in. "Wow," she breathed.

Arnav stepped forward. "Do you like it?"

Khushi nodded. "What more could be expected from the Lord's room?"

Arnav smirked arrogantly.

Khushi sat down at the edge of the bed, placing her hands on her lap. "So this is where I'll be sleeping."

"And be fucked extremely well," Arnav said arrogantly.

Khushi nodded, her cheeks slightly filling with blush as she continued to look around the room. Arnav could see something in her eyes, but couldn't exactly understand what was going through her head. He sat down beside her and looked at her with confusion.

"What's wrong," he asked. 

"It's just... this is a lot to adjust to. I mean this room is about the same size of my house."

Arnav scoffed lightly with a smirk.

"I'm serious. This room is huge! This house- sorry, mansion, is huge! I'll get lost too!"

Arnav couldn't help his chuckle. "Don't worry about it. You'll get this place down in a matter of time."

"You sure?"

"Hey, I figured out a maze bigger than this place when I was 4."

Khushi thought about it for a moment. "True... but I'm not you, Arnav."

Arnav smirked lightly and cupped her face. "True... but you are the future Lady of the Land."

Khushi looked up at him.

"You'll be fine. Perfect even."

"Positive?"

"Of course."

Khushi watched him for a moment, when he pulled back.

"I've got work to do, so I'll be in my study. It's down the hall, to the left. Double doors, can't miss it."

Khushi nodded and Arnav got up to leave. But there was something on her mind, and she couldn't hold it in. "Arnav?"

He looked back at her. "Yes?"

"You love her a lot don't you? Ma, that is."

Arnav glanced at the floor, turning away.

"There's a special bond between you two... I like it."

Arnav's eyebrow cocked up, thought Khushi couldn't see it.

"It's very sweet... makes you different - change, even if for a moment."

Arnav didn't understand what she meant and looked at her. Khushi got up and walked over to him, smiling softly.

"You're, and pardon me if I've stepped out of bounds, but you're... kinder around her. And she leaves something with you, still keeping you kind, even after you're not with her."

His eyebrows stayed together at the middle.

"I'm doing a bad job of explaining this but... there's something special between you two; you love her a lot."

Arnav nodded. "That I do."

"That's very cute."

"Oh? Am I not the type to be cute," he teased, arching his eyebrow.

Khushi giggled and Arnav felt something within him. "You are - even more, I would say, or rather, many would say. But it's different; most people see you as the arrogant Lord, but-"

Suddenly Khushi was in his arms, her body meshed against his. She looks up at him with wide, confused eyes while his were cool.

"Arrogant, am I?"

Khushi blinked.

"I'd be careful with what I say around the Lord if I were you."

Khushi said nothing, still looking at him.

"I ought to punish you," but his eyes sparkled, revealing his true intentions.

"That you should... but let's save something for the wedding night."

Arnav smirked. "Oh really?"

Khushi nodded and moved closer, bringing her lips to his ear. "I want to be taken on your bed for the first time on our wedding night," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me and make me scream your name." Khushi pulled up and looked up at him. "Okay," she said innocently, as if she hadn't said any of those dirty words before.

Arnav grinned roguishly. "Fine then. I'll do just that, future wife."

Chapter Seven

It was their party, so they knew there was no way of avoiding it. That's why Arnav and Khushi eventually put back on their modesty and began to head back to the party. The two were heading to the staircase when Anjali came out of a room with a guy. She saw the two and frowned at them.

"What are you two doing here," she asked while shooing the guy away.

"Gee, and you said I'm insensitive," Arnav frowned.

Anjali ignored his comment. "You're the reason for this party, you can bang another time; save something for your wedding night."

Arnav rolled his eyes while Khushi slightly blushed. Anjali went to Khushi's side and linked her arms with hers.

"My brother is annoying you already, isn't he? He's such a guy, this one. But don't worry, I got you. I finally have the sister I've always wished for."

"Oh boy," Arnav muttered under his breath.

Anjali frowned at him. "You go back to the party. I need a moment with my future sister in law."

"What the f-? For what?"

"That's sister in law business only."

Khushi couldn't help the smile on her face. Arnav just didn't understand it, so he walked away. He glanced back, seeing the two talking and he eyed his future Lady's exposed cleavage.

I can't wait to fuck her tits.

Arnav rejoined the party and as soon as he got to the bar, Akash and NK joined him.

NK clasped his shoulder. "Bro, you totally just got laid!"

"Think you'll be alright for the rest of your life," Akash asked.

Arnav smirked as he sipped on the scotch the bartender had placed. "More than anything."

Akash and NK looked at each other, both mocking how impressed they were.

"Wow Nanav, you really are serious about this."

Arnav didn't reply and simply sipped his drink.

"So where is the future Lady of the Land," Akash asked, glancing around.

"Curently spending time with the Lord's crazy sister," Arnav replied.

"Oh boy, she's with Di," NK questioned.

"Her wish has finally come true," Akash said. "She's finally got the sister she wanted and could never make out of us."

Memories of their Di and moms dressing them up as girls flashed in their heads, and they grimaced.

"Never again," Akash shuddered.

"Amen to that," NK said.

"By the way Bhai, serious question - have you told Kavya about this?"

"The fuck? No," Arnav replied. "For what?"

"Well you sure liked fucking her, so that's the end of that," NK said.

"The bitch was loose anyways; you could put a cinder block in her."

"Oh fuck! Seriously?"

"That's definitely one little fuck whore," Akash agreed.

"You bet," Arnav replied, and finished his drink.

Arnav ordered another and for his bros as well. The bartender poured their scotch and walked away to tend to other guests.

"So I'm assuming everything's good with you and the future Lady, or else I'm sure you wouldn't be letting go of Kavya cause let's face it, you did enjoy her," Akash said.

"It's perfect," Arnav said.

"Lucky you," NK said. "Most guys in arranged marriages don't get lucky."

"Yeah, well, I'm not most guys," he replied arrogantly.

The two nudged him and joked around. Arnav helped his bros look around to find a girl for them, knowing just what they liked. It wasn't long before both Akash's and NK's eyes landed on a hot girl and the two were off. Arnav turned back to the bar and pulled out his phone. He noticed it had been some time since he had left Khushi with his sister.

What the hell were they talking about-?

Before the thought could go further, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Yet oddly enough, he had felt her before she had even put her hand on him. Arnav turned to Khushi and saw her smiling softly.

"That was quite a conversation, I bet," Arnav said as Khushi sat beside him.

Khushi chuckled lightly. "Your sister is very... well, she's definitely something else."

"Oh that she very well is."

Khushi smiled. "I'm glad she's... I'm glad she's different."

"Different? How so?"

"Well most girls in this town don't have the strength she has. They're usually married off so young, they don't even know who they are. Di definitely knows who she is and well, she really does know how to charm a guy."

"She's with another guy right now, isn't she?" Though Arnav already knew the answer to his question. 

"How did you know it was another guy and not the one before?"

"I know my sister very well."

Khushi smiled softly with a nod. "That's true.... she's very strong, very independent."

"That she is."

"And she gives no fucks at all."

Arnav sucked on his teeth. "Oh angel, don't dirty that pretty mouth with such words," he mocked.

Khushi rolled her eyes. "Then what should I dirty it with," she said sarcastically.

Arnav smirked and turned to her. "With my cum."

Khushi looked at him with slightly wide eyes and her lips slightly parted.

"Is the future Lady of the Land in shock of such words?"

Khushi shook her head. "No... it's just... I can only try to imagine but..."

"But?"

"It's hard."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows.

"I feel like even if I were to imagine it, the reality would just be... it would surpass my expectations."

Arnav smirked arrogantly. "Did you imagine what it would be like the first time I fucked you?"

"Ever since I met you at the white party. I never think provactively but there was something about you. And then when all of this was decided... I couldn't stop thinking about it. And now that it's happened... I can't wait for it to happen again."

The arrogance on Arnav's face was on full blast. "And I can't wait to fuck you again."

"You'll think of me," she flirted.

"Only."

"Even tonight after the party is over?"

"Yes."

"Will you masturbate to the memories of earlier tonight," she asked innocently.

"To your beautiful, tight pussy that I want to shove my cock up."

"Mm, that sounds like a good idea."

"Then let's do it again."

"Ah, unfortunately, no more for tonight."

"Why not?"

"The party is over."

"What?"

Truly the party was over. All the guests were being thanked for coming and were slowly leaving the house. It was soon time for Khushi and her parents to leave and Arnav watched as she left. His eyes focused on her ass as she walked.

I can't wait to fuck that as well.

Khushi and her family left and Arnav headed to his room, his mind only thinking of all the ways he could fuck Khushi. He thought of how they had fucked earlier - how sweet she was, how tight she was, how turned on she was, how fucking wet she was, how his cock was covered in all of her juices-

Wait a minute.

Arnav paused. He had already changed and washed up, and now stood frozen in his room. He thought of their fuck earlier and realized that there was no blood, whatsoever.

Is she not a virgin? Did some dick get to that pretty cunt of her's before me? Which fucking bastard did? ...but it seemed like it was her first fuck ever. Did she pop her own cherry? Does my future Lady have a naughty side? He smirked. Does my angel have toys? Does my princess like to play with her pretty pink lady parts?

Just thinking about it made Arnav hard. He's could picture her holding a dildo and sucking on it, then putting it inside of her while kneading her breast, breathing heavily as she moaned. The visions totally turned him on, so he relieved himself, pumping his hand over his length as he thought of his future sexy wife, eager to play with her.

*~*

The two families had decided on having lunch together, so they were out in the Raizada garden, which took up acres of land, especially because of the huge maze they had. On the patio were the elders, talking and eating while getting to know each other better. By the lavish pool were the so called kids, chilling out in the sun.

"Today's such a wonderful day," Anjali sighed, taking in the sun.

"That it is," Akash replied.

"Ditto," NK agreed.

The three were relaxing on their loungers while Arnav and Khushi were at the bar, watching them.

"It really is such a beautiful day," Khushi agreed.

"Not as beautiful as you," Arnav said.

Khushi blushed lightly and Arnav eyed her little sundress. It truly was little, the dress going maybe one or two inches past her ass, and it was definitely doing things to Arnav.

"Would you like a tour of the grounds," he asked.

Khushi smiled. "I'd love that."

Walking along together, Arnav and Khushi walked around the garden, going into the maze.

"I'm assuming you know which way to go," Khushi said.

"Every since I was four."

"Really?"

"My mom had read me the tale of Hansel and Gretel and it stuck in my head. So like them, I made a trail with bread and found my way back; the maze only goes in a full circle, bringing you back right where you started."

"That's very clever of you to do."

"Well I've always been a bright kid."

Khushi chuckled as she followed Arnav through the maze.

"Do you have the entire maze memorized," she asked.

Arnav nodded. "Yup. On the left, there's a dead end with a bust of one of my ancestors. Same thing up ahead and if you take two lefts. There's a fountain in the center, which we'll pass and is basically the halfway mark."

"You really are smart, you know."

Arnav smirked. "I know," he said arrogantly.

Khushi shook her head with a smile and turned right with Arnav, coming to a dead end.

Khushi looked at Arnav with confusion. "I thought you knew the way through to the end?"

"I do," Arnav said, turning to her. "I know every part of it. Now, I want to know every part of you."

Khushi understood his game and slowly back up. "Do you now?"

Arnav preyed over to her. "Yes," he growled.

With a small smile and gleam in her eyes, Khushi paused and brushed off the straps of her dress, letting it fall and pool around her feet. Arnav growled in approval and tackled her, pushing her back onto the hedged wall, covering her lips with his. Khushi moaned into his mouth, clutching onto his waistcoat. She pulled back first and Arnav gazed down at her body. The sight of red lace on her body turned him on even more. He traced his fingertips over her body, causing Khushi to shiver. He loved how her body reacted to him and needed to see what else she was capable of.

Turning her around, Arnav ran his fingertips over her body then cupped her ass. "I can't wait to fuck this."

Khushi could only moan in response.

Peeling down her panties and letting them fall, Khushi stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Arnav grinned cockily at how eager she was. He undid his pants and pushed them down, releasing his length. Taking a condom out of his pocket, forever prepared, Arnav rolled it on and entered her. Both groaned in satisfaction, Arnav resting his forehead on her shoulder, feeling her wet heat clench him.

"Greedy for my cock, are you," he growled in her ear.

Khushi's insides clenched, giving him the response he needed.

"That's what I thought."

Gripping onto her shoulder and waist, Arnav pumped into her, Khushi leaning onto the hedged wall with her arms for support. Khushi's body hummed with pleasure, bringing sensual moans to her lips. She reached back and buried her hand in his hair, gripping it. Arnav released a growl and nipped and bit her shoulder, making Khushi cry out in pleasure.

"You like it rough, don't you," he teased.

She could only reply with grunts and moans.

Where the hell has she been all my life?

Arnav pumped into her harder, bringing his hand down to her sensitive nub between her legs. Khushi cried out, resting her head back onto Arnav's shoulder. Arnav could feel her tightening around him and seeing her like this pushed him to his release. With just a few more thrusts, the two came together, grunting as they achieved their high.

Khushi breathed heavily, forcing her arms to support her from falling. Arnav kept his hold on her, breathing on her back. Khushi loved the warmth of him and sighed.

"That was amazing," Khushi sighed.

Arnav grinned arogantly and pulled out of her. He removed the condom and tied it up, putting it in his pocket to throw out later; there was no need for anyone to find it out here.

Both put their clothes back on and Khushi helped Arnav to fix his hair.

"There we go, all modest," Khushi said.

Arnav smirked. "Why thank you, my future Lady."

"You're welcome my Lord."

Arnav held his arm out. "Shall we?"

Khushi took his arm and walked beside him. As they went through the maze, Arnav told her of his duties and work, Khushi hanging onto every word.

"...and that's just about it. Well some of it actually."

Khushi nodded. "It's a big responsibility; I understand."

Arnav nodded. "But I'm sure it's enough to bore you."

"Oh, not at all."

Arnav cock ed her eyebrow at her.

"I mean it. Besides, I hate those types of girls who always just want to talk about themselves, giving men not even the slightest chance to share anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you've never been in a serious relationship..."

Arnav rolled his eyes with a smirk. 

"...but typically in a relationship, girls always go rambling on about their issues. Like their bad day at work or what drama has raised with their friends - and all guys ever do is say "oh", "ah", "mm hmm" - nothing else. And then they rest their chin on their hands and fall asleep. 

Arnav scoffed lightly, humored. "And now you know why I haven't."

"I don't blame you. Whenever I see it, it makes me want to hurl something at the girl. Like come on, what about him? What if he's having a bad day and needs to vent? Or what if he had an amazing day? Give him a chance, like come on."

Arnav nodded in understanding.

"That's why I told myself that if I ever get into a relationship, I would stop myself from doing that. So if I ever do, stop me."

"Duly noted," he smirked.

"Good," Khushi nodded.

The two arrived to the end of the maze and like Arnav had said, the beginning was the end, having gone around in a circle. They rejoined the family, everyone still in the spots they had left them in. It was only after the two had rejoined them that they had gotten up and went to the table to eat. Khushi was seated beside Arnav and the family ate together. Khushi got to know her future sister in law and brother in laws better, and she knew that she had truly been blessed with an amazing family to be married into.

But then again, that's why skeletons were buried in closets and fronts were just that - a front.

Chapter Twenty Six

True to his word, Arnav didn't tell his family anything abut Khushi's pregnancy. He did keep watch of Khushi, making sure she took the vitamins her doctor had given her. His only concern now were Payal and her mother. Khushi had a point - if they had killed her father out of greed, and perhaps even jealousy since Khushi was married to him, what would hold them back from trying to kill their unborn child, especially Garima?

"Arnav?"

Arnav snapped out of his thoughts. "Hmm?"

Khushi stood at the doorway of his study and Arnav blinked at her. He knew that she knew he was in thought.

"How long were you standing there?"

"Not long," and she entered the room. "What's wrong?"

Arnav held his hand out and Khushi came around the desk, taking his hand as she sat in his lap. "I'm thinking about what you said to me about Payal and Garima."

Khushi nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I could get rid of them, but then I won't be able to show you off in front of them..."

Khushi cocked her eyebrow at him.

"... and then the family would get suspicious, but then again I don't care."

Khushi chuckled. "Aren't you a pompous one?"

Arnav looked at her and kissed her nose. "Hardly."

"Liar."

Cocking his eyebrow, he shifted in his seat, bringing them to eye level. "Are you questioning your Malik?"

"Are you doubting your Malkeen," she smirked.

Arnav couldn't help the mischievous grin on his face and just as he was about to kiss his wife, there was a knock on the door.

"What," he growled, totally annoyed.

The door opened, revealing Payal with a bucket and a rag. Seeing Khushi in Arnav's lap made her pause and seethe.

"What," Arnav growled again. Seeing her was ruining his mood even more.

"I'm here to clean the room," she said, looking at him.

Arnav waved his hand, not giving a crap and Payal got to her work. Khushi watched her and she noticed Payal try to tug her uniform lower to expose cleavage, and she had to stop herself from scoffing.

Leaning back in his chair, Arnav took Khushi with him, nuzzling into the top of her head with a sigh. "You always smell so fruity."

"Well since you love the smell of green apples so much, I had to stick with it."

Arnav looked down at her. "All for me?"

"Of course." She caressed his cheek. "Anything you for you, my love."

Arnav smiled and gave her a kiss. The kiss was brief however, the two breaking away at the sound of a loud splash. They looked at Payal, who had recoiled from dropping her rag into the dirty soap water.

Arnav's nostrils flared. "If you can't do the job right, you'll be fired."

Payal looked at him with fear, though she tried hard not to. She bowed her head down, bringing her hands into her lap and forcing her breasts together, making Khushi roll her eyes.

"I'm sorry Malik," the girl squeaked.

Arnav rolled his eyes. Getting up, he picked Khushi up with him. Seeing him do that made Payal seethe with jealousy. Walking over to the door, Khushi opened it for Arnav, revealing one of his men at the door.

"Get another maid in here to clean in here," Arnav told the guard. "And from now on, I never want her or her mother to come anywhere near my study nor my room. Is that clear?"

Payal looked at him with shock.

"Yes Malik," the guard answered.

Arnav walked away and Khushi looked at him with confusion.

"Better safe than sorry," Arnav explained.

Khushi pursed her lips and caressed his face. "I'm sorry."

Arnav looked down at her. "There's nothing to be sorry about Khushi. I told you - I won't let anything happen to you or our unborn child. So if I need to take the extra precautions, I will."

Khushi nodded and rested her head on hi shoulder as Arnav took them back to their room. Once inside, Arnav set her down on the bed.

"Is there anything you want," Arnav asked.

Khushi shook her head. "Just a nap. But I'd like to change out of this," she said, looking down at her sari.

She tried to get up, but Arnav stopped her. "I've got it."

Khushi nodded and watched as her husband rummaged through the walk in closet and got out one of her slips.

"I haven't worn these in a while," she said, taking the red slip into her hand.

"It was quite the exciting honeymoon," he grinned.

Khushi couldn't help the small smirk on her face. "Is Malik getting some naughty ideas? He still didn't get a chance to use all of his toys."

Arnav smirked and caressed her cheek. He ran his thumb over her soft lips and Khushi let out a sigh, shutting her eyes. Suddenly her body had jumped to life and she wanted Arnav very much.

Khushi looked into his eyes. "Please," she whispered.

Arnav could see the lust and hunger in her eyes, and he wanted to take his wife right then and there, but he knew better. So he simply placed a kiss on her forehead and stepped back.

"I can't," he simply said.

Khushi's eyes widened. "W-what? W-why not?"

"Khushi, you do remember there's another being inside you, yes?"

Khushi looked down at her flat stomach. "Of course I do-"

"And the doctor advised against sexual activities, at least until your second trimester."

Khushi's eyes widened. "What?"

"So there's..." Arnav's eyes widened. "Five weeks?!"

Khushi's jaw dropped. "Five weeks?!"

Arnav couldn't believe it himself. When they went to the last appointment and Khushi's doctor had told him this, his mind only held onto the five, forgetting weeks. He went over to Khushi's side and laid down beside her, hovering over her stomach. "Why are you punishing me," he asked it.

"Arnav!"

He looked at her with the typical puppy dog look and she couldn't help but to laugh at him.

"That's the last expression I expected to see from you Malik."

'What can I say? You bring out another side in me."

"Oh? I recall you once saying that I was nothing to you-"

"Khushi-"

"It's interesting how I'm able to bring out another side to you," she smirked slyly.

Arnav moved up, hovering over her. "You know that's not true," he nearly whispered.

Khushi blinked up at him with a soft smile. "I know."

Taking her hand in his, Arnav placed soft kisses on it and nuzzled into it. "I can't imagine my life without you Khushi. I just can't."

"I know Arnav, I know," she smiled softly, caressing his cheek.

The two stayed that way for a moment, enjoying the closure they had. Things needed to stay this way, and Arnav would do whatever it took to keep his Khushi and his unborn child safe and happy.

Chapter Twenty Five

Needing to be positive, Arnav had taken Khushi to the doctor first thing the next morning. After taking a pregnancy test, it was confirmed that there would very soon be a new member joining the family. Khushi couldn't believe it, nor could she believe that she would be able to see the baby right now. Seeing all of the technology around her had her very confused, though her doctor convinced her she would be okay. After an awkward procedure, Khushi and Arnav awaited anxiously - Khushi being more anxious - to see their baby.

"Now let's see... ah, there you are!"

Khushi looked at the black and white, grainy screen with confusion.

"There's your baby," the doctor smiled.

Arnav looked at the screen in wonder but Khushi still couldn't understand where her child was. She felt stupid for not being able to recognize her own child, that she actually began to start crying.

"Khushi? Khushi, don't cry," Arnav soothed.

"How can I not," Khushi wailed. "I don't even know where my child is! All I see is a black dot!"

"The embryo is right there," the doctor pointed out to a white circle-like shape withing the black circle.

"Embryo?"

"It isn't exactly a baby yet, but forming into one - it's an embryo."

Khushi's lips formed into an O as she looked at the screen in wonder.

"By the size of your baby, I would say that you're... five weeks along. So I want you to come back within two weeks so we can get the heartbeat."

"Heartbeat?" Khushi couldn't believe it.

"Mm hmm. Usually you don't hear it till at least six weeks."

"Not a problem," Arnav said.

Done for the day and making an appointment, Arnav took Khushi home.

"Arnav?"

"Yes Khushi?"

"Um... could we not tell the family yet?"

Arnav glanced at her with confusion. "Why not?"

"Well... after you left the room so I could change, the doctor mentioned how people usually don't announce their pregnancy until they're at their third month, when the first trimester ends, because there's less risks of loosing the baby."

"Khushi-"

"I know, but...."

"But what?"

Khushi looked down at her stomach and placed her hand over it. Arnav reached out and took hold of her free hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"Tell me," he simply said.

"What if... what if..." Khushi let out a heavy sigh. "What if Payal and my stepmother overhear? Who's to say they won't try to do anything?"

Arnav glanced at her.

"She killed my father for his property Arnav. Who's to say she won't try to kill my unborn child for revenge."

Bringing her hand to his lips, he placed a soft kiss over it. "Khushi, I would never let that happen. I am now not only responsible for you, but for our unborn child - I won't let anything happen to either of you."

"But-"

Arnav pulled up in front of the mansion and looked at her. "Khushi," he admonished, "I won't let anything happen to either of you. I promise."

Khushi pursed her lips, but she nodded.

"Good. Now I'll respect your decision to not tell the family until after your first trimester. Until then, its our secret. Okay?"

With a soft smile, she reached over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Is that how you thank your husband?"

Khushi couldn't help but to grin. "You will get what your Malkeen gives you."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Arnav leaned in to kiss her when Khushi caught someone from the corner of her eye. She looked to see that it was none other that Payal herself, struggling as she tried to hold a heavy watering can to water the plants. Arnav noticed her attention was elsewhere and turned to see what it was. Both watched as the girl struggled and cried out for her mother. Garima appeared seconds later holding a heavy watering can of her own. Both bickered and the couldn't help but to snicker.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't it," Khushi snickered.

"You can say that again," Arnav smirked.

For some reason the mother and daughter stopped bickering and turned to them. The grin on Khushi's face went away and a scowl formed.

"Remember Khushi," and Arnav turned to her. "Nothing will happen."

Khushi looked at him. "I trust you," and she covered his lips with hers.

Khushi was sure she heard the two gasp and growl, but she didn't care. She suddenly felt the urge to be with her husband and her husband felt the same with her. So the two got out of the car and entered the mansion, leaving the growling mother-daughter duo, steaming behind.

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.

Chapter Five

As Shalini had expected, Deviyani did accept the alliance. Aryan spoke to Shashi and the deal was sealed. Arnav would marry Khushi, and Khushi would become a Raizada Bahu, as well as the Lady of the Land.

"Bro, I can't believe you're getting married," NK said.

Akash pointed his cue at the white ball and hit it, pocketing no balls. "I can't believe he's following tradition."

"Me too! I mean the Lord of the Land still has to follow their parents orders of who he's going to spend the rest of his life with?" And he scoffed.

"Maybe Bhai should have gotten married at 13," Akash snickered.

Arnav hit him upside in the head. "Shut up. That shit is messed up."

"What?"

"Whoa whoa whoa," NK piped up, getting up from his seat.

"Since when did you care about that shit?"

Arnav said nothing and struck his cue at the white ball, pocketing two stripes.

"Oh, I get it. Khushiji said that didn't she," NK teased.

"That's so cute of you Bhai," Akash teased.

Arnav rolled his eyes and hit the white ball again, pocketing another stripe. "Whatever," he grumbled.

"But in all seriousness, I've got one question for you Bhai."

Arnav straightened and leaned on his cue stick. "What?"

"Are you really going to marry someone you haven't fucked yet?"

"Oh! Good question Akash Bhai," NK chirped, all the while Arnav scowled.

"I mean do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who might possibly be bad in bed?"

"Yeah Nanav, why-"

There was a knock on the door before it opened, revealing Akash's mother, Amoli.

"Time for dinner," she chirped.

"Coming Ma," Akash said, and his mother left.

Arnav placed his cue away and headed for the door.

"Hey Nanav, you didn't answer the question," NK hollered.

Arnav turned to face them. "Here's all I have to say - don't put the ideas of sex and my future wife in a sentence ever again you two," and he walked out of the room.

"Gee, what crawled up his ass?"

Akash thought about it for a moment. "He has a point. After all that's our future bhabi."

NK thought about it too. "Holy shit!"

The two cringed and then headed out of the room. After all who on earth would want to think of their bhabi in such a way?

*~*

Arnav looked into the mirror and smoothed his tuxedo. After his family and Khushi's parents had finished making plans, the date of their engagement was decided, and tonight was that night, leading Arnav to such formal wear. He kind of wished he didn't have to and wanted to do his usual roll-up-of-the-sleeves, but it wasn't right for the occasion.

There was a knock at the door and Shalini came in. "Oh Chote, you look so handsome," his mother gushed.

"Ma," he frowned through the mirror.

"I can't help it," she squealed. "My boy is getting married!"

Arnav sighed with a roll of his eyes and focused on his bow tie.

Shalini came forward and adjusted it for him. "Are you ready for all of this?"

Arnav shrugged.

"Good, because if you were, I'd be worried."

"Ma," he said in shock, although he was amused.

Shalini rolled her eyes with a grin. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Arnav couldn't hold back his grin.

She finished adjusting his bow tie and looked up at him. "You're okay with marrying her, right?"

Arnav nodded. "Whomever you choose."

Shalini smiled and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss his forehead. "Shall we go," she asked, wiping away the remnants of her lipstick from his forehead.

"Yes, let's. And may I say, you look beautiful in your dress."

Shalini glanced down at her burgundy dress. "I was thinking of going traditional at first-"

"I'm glad you wore this. You'll be the most beautiful woman of them all."

Shalini chuckled. "Well, maybe second. Wait till you see Khushi."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "They're already here?"

"Mm hmm. And I may have given her a pointer or two."

Arnav looked at his mother carefully. "What did you do?"

Shalini winked. "You'll see," and she led her son out of his room and took him downstairs to their guests and his future bride.

Arnav walked with his mother, arm in arm, greeting his guests as they passed. As they entered the ballroom, Arnav's eyes immediately landed on Khushi, everyone else in the room becoming a blur. Arnav gazed at the woman who would soon become his bride, dressed in a scarlet dress with full sleeves, taunting v-neckline, revealing back, and a slit over her left leg, which ran really high.

She's not wearing panties, he analyzed quickly. There's no way or they would've flashed whenever she walked.

From their one and only meeting, Arnav would have never expected this angel to ever dress so... daringly. But Arnav was glad that this sexy woman would become his and was sure she'd own more things similar to this dress.

Arnav and his mother reached them and Khushi looked up at her future husband.

"My Lord," she said softly with a curtsy.

Arnav took her hand with a bow. "My lady," and he kissed her hand.

Khushi stood by his side and the women gushed at them. Deviyani gave them her blessings, the rest of the family as well. Throughout the night, their guests wished them the best. Not long later, Arnav bent down at the knee and proposed, as was tradition. Khushi accepted and Arnav placed the ring on her finger, and everyone in the room erupted into applause.

As the drinks were handed out, Deviyani went to Khushi.
                       
"May we speak?"

Khushi nodded. "Of course."

Khushi linked her arm with hers and the two began to walk away from the crowd once they excused themselves. Deviyani took them away from the guests and went somewhere private. They arrived to an empty hallway, filled with portraits.

"Oh my, these are beautiful," Khushi said as she admired them.

"These are our ancestors. They're family members of Lords past."

"Wow," Khushi whispered as they passed more portraits.

"There's many throughout the mansion, though I'm afraid one day they might run out of space," Deviyani chuckled.

Khushi smiled softly.

They reached the end of the hallway and paused by a grand window.

"I'm sure you're aware of my grandson's late night activities," Deviyani said as she sat down on the cushioned bench before the window.

Khushi nodded as she sat beside her.

"I thought so...."

Neither women said anything for a moment.

"I've always tried to make the men of this house better, to be good men whom would respect women. Unfortunately the world outside has more power over them."

Khushi held her hand and squeezed it lightly.

"I married into this family when I was 12. I know very well how hard it is to raise a child and to have a family at a young age. I didn't want that for my sons, nor the women they were meant to be with, but I failed on that part, as my husband was more keen to tradition. Luckily that wasn't the case for my grandchildren as he had passed away."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"These past 8 years have been very relaxing in comparison to all the years before. My husband was.... Well, that aside, I managed to do something with these Raizada men. Maybe not much, but something.

"I have tried to make the lives of my daughter in-laws' better, but my sons are... well, what they are. But my grandchildren," she turned her focus to Khushi, "I hope that there's some hope with them."

Khushi looked down.

"I know that they love to fool around, bedding possibly half of the people in this town, if not more. But I'm hoping that marriage might change this for all four of them.

"You just may be that first light of hope. I pray that you can change my Chote and make him a better man."

Khushi squeezed her hand. "I'll try my best."

Deviyani smiled softly. "I should warn you though, Chote is very stubborn and arrogant."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," she assured her.

"Well in that case then, welcome to the family. From this day forward, I'm your Deeda."

"Thank you for making me a part of the family Deeda," and the two hugged.

*~*

Arnav glanced around the room, bored by the man whom he was speaking with. He wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying, so he had no clue what he was talking about. Luckily his father was there to engage in conversation with the poor man.

Arnav looked around and saw Khushi emerge with his Deeda, both smiling as they spoke.

What are they talking about, he wondered.

Arnav saw his mother meet the two and Khushi walked away with his mother. He watched them as they walked around and spoke, as the two headed towards him. He quickly turned his attention back on the two men in front of him, when Akash and NK tapped his shoulder and drew him aside.

"Congrats again brother," the two cheered, picking up glasses of champagne from a waiter beside them.

The three clinked their glasses and drank.

"So where's Bhabi," NK asked.

"I-"

"Speaking of which," Akash said as his Kaki Ma and future bhabi came towards them.

Both women were chuckling as they reached the men.

"I hope that helps," Shalini winked before walking away.

Arnav looked at his mother curiously as she left, then turned to Khushi.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," he replied. "Er, these are my cousins, Akash and NK."

"Hi," she smiled, holding out her hand.

Each kissed her hand with a greeting.

"Bhai's lucky to get a girl like you as his wife," Akash said.

"No kidding, eh Nanav," NK teased.

Arnav frowned as Khushi chuckled.

"Nanav? That's so cute," she chuckled.

"It is, isn't it? See-"

"Okay, story time is over," Arnav cut in between.

"But-"

"Over," he said through his teeth.

"Fine," he huffed.

Khushi chuckled then turned to Arnav. "Can we go somewhere private?"

Arnav's eyebrows shot up and so did Akash's and NK's.

"Yeah, sure," Arnav replied.

Khushi took his arm and followed Arnav out of the room, while Akash and NK watched them.

"You think he's gonna get laid," NK asked.

"Mm... I think so. I'm surprised it's taken this long into the night."

"No kidding, I mean she's wearing red. His cock must be ready to fall off."

"No kidding."

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."