Chapter Eighteen

Arnav leaned a pillow back and got off of Khushi. He rested back and Khushi sat up as well.

"You have to answer me a few questions."

"What are you talking about," Khushi asked.

"It's about when we first met, you know, when I had my men bring you in the first time?"

Khushi covered herself with the duvet and leaned back on a pillow. "…yeah…?"

"How come you just said yes like that?"

"That's cause I already knew you were my husband, duh?"

Arnav looked away. "How do I not remember myself? I mean it wasn't that long ago."

"Yeah but no one kept reminding you unlike me. Moni reminded me, like, almost everyday."

"But still! How could I forget the fact that I had a wife?!"

Khusbi placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sweetheart, it's not your fault. Besides, even if you did know, you would've known that I was dead."

"Yeah, but that would've changed when we met."

"I guess…. Look, Arnav, don't stress out on it too much, 'kay?"

"Imagine if I had gotten married to someone else. What then, huh? I could've lost you."

"But you didn't. Now will you relax!"

Khushi rested her head on his shoulder. Arnav sighed and held Khushi close. Khushi shut her eyes and she faintly smiled.

"I love being this close to you," Khushi whispered.

Arnav smiled. "So do I."

They remained quiet a few minutes when Arnav spoke.

"Khushi?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you still want me?"

Khushi sat up and looked at Arnav, smiling. "More than ever."

"Then what are we waiting for," and he pinned Khushi down.

Khushi gasped and shook her head. "You're so full of games."

"Like you aren't," and he moved to her neck and nibbled away.

"Mmm… that feels good…."

Khushi felt Arnav smiled and she ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness of it. Arnav moved down to her breasts and bit them and Khushi gripped onto his hair tightly.

"Ah! Arnav!"

"What is it sweetheart? Does it feel good? How about this?"

Khushi gulped as Arnav licked her nipples. Her lips quivered and she whimpered. Her chest heaved as her breathing paced and Arnav watched as she shuddered from the chills.

Arnav couldn't resist and he entered her and Khushi gripped on. As Arnav moved, he moved his hands all over her body, feeling its softness. He loved her glowing, milky skin and how it was so soft to his touch. She looked so precious and it would make Arnav's mouth water for her taste.

"Arnav…."

Arnav loved the sound of her moaning. It was practically music to his ears. Arnav paced up and Khushi had her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Khushi…."

"Arnav… ah!"

"I love you Khushi…."

"I love you too Arnav…."

Everything was passionate and both were enjoying themselves too much. It was over before they even knew it and Arnav rested his head on her stomach and shut his eyes to get some rest. Khushi ran her fingers through his hair, letting him relax.

Arnav reached up and took one of her hands in his. "Khushi?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Khushi smiled. "I love you too, sweetheart."

Arnav got comfortable and shut his eyes, relaxing in the hands of his wife… his life.