Chapter Sixteen

Arnav blinked, his eyes forming wide. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

Khushi only looked up at him, pursing her lips as she waited for his answer.

"W-what," he stuttered.

"Will you make love to me," Khushi asked.

Arnav blinked again, several times, and then looked down. Khushi just looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Khushi I...."

Khushi looked at him eagerly.

"I... no," Arnav responded.

Khushi gasped and she was about to say something, but Arnav cut in.

"It's not like that," he rushed. "The reason why- well,  two reasons, is because, well... A: I don't have any... condoms...."

Khushi's lips formed an 'o' as she took in that information.

"And B, well... shouldn't it be special?"

Khushi looked up at him.

"I remember once hearing you say that to my sister a couple of years back."

Khushi pursed her lips. "I guess."

Arnav nodded slowly. "So... we wait?"

Khushi nodded. "We wait."

The water continued to pour and Arnav noticed the little gap between them. He pulled Khushi back to him and he held her securely. Khushi smiled softly and held Arnav while she leaned her head against his chest, both standing quietly but in peace.

*~*

Khushi watched as her husband dried her up. He ran the towel along her body, moving along her curves. Once he dried her up, he quickly dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist, all the while Khushi watching as he crossed over his hunky body.

"You should dry your hair," Arnav said. "Don't want you to catch a cold," he smiled softly.

Khushi nodded and went to get the hair dryer. While she dried her hair, she watched Arnav as he put on his sweats. He made his way over to her right, standing in front of the other sink. He looked into the mirror and messed around with his hair. Khushi smiled softly, watching his boyish charm.

Suddenly Khushi yawned.

Arnav looked at her. "Sleepy?"

Khushi turned the hair dryer off and placed it down with a nod.

Arnav smiled softly and picked her up bridal style. Khushi snuggled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Arnav walked back into their room and placed her on the bed. Khushi snuggled into her pillow.

Arnav placed his hand on her hip. "Khushi, wear something. You'll catch a cold."

Khushi groaned. "No."

Arnav tilted his head. "Come on Khushi, you'll get sick."

"No," she whined, and turned away.

Arnav shock his head. "Unbelievable," he murmured.

Arnav got up and went around to his side so that he faced her. "Khushi. Come on-"

"No Arnavji," she whined like a child.

"Khushi," he warned.

Khushi pouted and opened her eyes slowly. "I'm tired."

"You'll catch a cold."

"The blanket will keep me warm."

"That's not enough."

"Then you'll warm me up," she almost whispered.

Arnav gasped slightly. He took her words into consideration.

"Please," she asked softly.

Arnav pursed his lips. He turned to shut the lights off and then got in bed. He pulled Khushi closer into him and placed the blanket over them. Khushi hummed as she let Arnav bury her into his warm chest. She felt warm and cozy. In fact, his warmth was making her more alert, sleep brushing away as her body became alert.

"Not so tired anymore," Arnav murmured into her hair.

Khushi pursed her lips and shook her head.

How did he know, she wondered.

Arnav knew because he could feel her erected nipples on his chest. He looked down at Khushi and noticed how she had slightly squeezed her thighs together.

Is she turned on, Arnav wondered.

Truth is that she was. Having her body against his delicious, hunky body was too tempting. For a moment, she considered straddling him and take command of things, but she knew better. The thought of it had cause her lower region to come to life, hence why she clenched her thighs together.

Arnav looked down at Khushi, watching her as she breathed first lightly, and then slowly speeding up.

She is turned on.

Khushi tried to clear her mind, shaking it clear, only to nuzzle Arnav's chest instead. She tried go back to sleep, so she snuggled into Arnav, rubbing her breasts on Arnav's hard chest. In an instant, Khushi was on her back and Arnav was above her, kissing her. Her innocent movements were pure torture for him and he couldn't control himself.

Khushi buried her hands in Arnav's hair, wrapping her right leg around him. Arnav let go of her lips and kissed his way down to her breasts and latched onto them, one in his mouth as the other was worked by his hand. Khushi moaned in satisfaction as he sucked on her breast. Arnav switched, moving to the other breast to suckle on while he worked the other with his hand this time.

"Arnavji-"

Arnav bit her nipple, causing Khushi to cry out. Her breath was erratic, her breathing very quickly. Releasing it, Arnav kissed his way lower, traveling down her stomach to her womanhood. Khushi shut her eyes and turned away, Arnav's actions being too intimate to watch.

Arnav kissed her inner thighs and slowly bit into her flesh. Khushi gasped and tried to shut her legs, but Arnav held onto her thighs and didn't let her. He nuzzled into her thigh and Khushi shivered.

"Arnavji," Khushi shuddered.

"I can't help it," he murmured into her. "I can't control myself."

"But- oh!"

Arnav blew over her womanhood, causing Khushi's body to tingle everywhere. Within the blink of an eye, Arnav's mouth was on her and Khushi gasped, her eyes springing open. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at Arnav. He opened his eyes and met hers.

Khushi gasped. Looking back at her wasn't just Arnav but the dangerous beast within him that was cunning and sexy as fuck! His eyes stayed on hers and Khushi bit her lip. This act was too intimate! She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. His eyes had hers glued to his.

"Touch yourself," he murmured against her.

Khushi moaned. The way he spoke totally turned her on. Gone was the shy gal and in came the daring one. Khushi cupped her breast in one hand and fondled it. She could feel Arnav growl against her, only daring her to act more. She plopped back down and continued to fondle herself, pleasuring herself as well as her beast of a husband.

Arnav used his tongue to tease her clitoris. Khushi moaned and squeezed her breasts harder. She let one hand travel down her body and entangle into Arnav's hair. The pleasure continued and Khushi's body slowly climbed. She could feel her body tensing and she had dug both hands into his hair. She tugged on his hair every now and then as the teasing and pleasing continued.

"Arnav I'm gonna cum," Khushi whispered.

It only encouraged Arnav for that was what he wanted. He applied more pressure and Khushi couldn't take it. She tried to pry away but Arnav's hands were tight around her waist.

Khushi brought herself up a bit. "Arnav please," she begged.

His daring eyes met hers and Khushi moaned. His eyes told her that he wasn't letting her go soon, definitely not so easily. He grazed his teeth on her lips and Khushi shut her eyes, plopping back onto the bed. She was close and she didn't know if she could take it. She continued to pry, but because his grip was so tight, she only ended up riding his face and Arnav loved it!

Khushi felt her insides clench. "Arnav- oh my- Arnav- oh fuck please, I can't- Arnav!!!"

Khushi's back arched as she let out her release. She landed with a thud, but Arnav never released her. Everything went blurry for Khushi. When things started to clear, she found Arnav hovering over her, his lips glistening with her juices.

Arnav was breathing heavily. "I didn't know I could do that."

"Only with me," Khushi breathed, her chest heaving.

"Only you," Arnav nodded.

Khushi nodded and pulled him to her, sealing their lips. She didn't care about the fact that she could taste her release on his lips. She only cared about them together and nothing else.

The two continued to kiss when the alarm beeped. They broke away immediately and looked at the alarm clock like they were going to kill it. The clock flashed 5:00 AM in red and Arnav sighed.

"How the hell is it 5 already," he chuckled lightly.

Khushi pursed her lips. "Sorry," she said softly, though she was smiling at the fact that they had managed to pass through so many hours together, that too, intimately.

Arnav looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "I should slowly start getting ready."

"Must you," Khushi asked, placing her hands on his chest.

"Sadly," he sighed. Arnav looked back at the clock. "But since I am awake..." Arnav looked back at her, "I could waste some time."

Khushi smiled as Arnav laid down beside her. He turned her so that her back was facing him. Khushi snuggled back into him and Arnav wrapped his arm around her.

"I love you Arnavji," Khushi whispered as sleep took over her.

Arnav smiled softly. "I love you, too, Khushi," and he kissed the top of her head.

Chapter Fifteen

For a moment, the two just stood there, holding each other. Their love was claimed and approved, and at this point, what could anyone else want?

Arnav let go first and pulled back. He cupped Khushi's face and tilted it up so she would look at him. Khushi snuggled into his embrace and smiled softly. Arnav smiled as well, looking straight into her eyes. He saw the love she had for him and her eyes reflected the love he displayed in his eyes.

Within the blink of an eye, Arnav kissed her. Khushi's eyes were wide at first, but they drifted shut within the second and she was in complete bliss. She kissed him back, moving her hands up to wrap them around his neck. The kiss intensified within seconds, Arnav pulling Khushi's body up against his, his erection digging into her stomach. Khushi moaned softly, giving Arnav access into her mouth. His tongue explored, and Khushi tentatively met his with hers.

Pulling back for air, Khushi shut her eyes and Arnav leaned his forehead against hers. Their eyes were hooded, tugging on air to calm themselves. Once Khushi's breathing was back to normal, she looked up at Arnav and smiled.

Arnav smiled as well. "I love you, Khushi."

Khushi beamed. " You have no idea how happy it makes me when I hear that."

Arnav pecked her lips and looked at her. "It's late. You should go to bed."

Khushi glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost two. "Aren't you coming with me?"

Arnav just looked at her, his lips parted.

"Please? I don't want you sleeping on the couch."

Arnav smiled softly. "Okay."

Arnav took her hand and led her to bed. Khushi laid down and Arnav retrieved the blanket from the floor. He placed it over Khushi and he climbed in beside her. Khushi turned to him and Arnav faced her. They remained that way, gazing at each other as the minutes passed. Arnav reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear and Khushi turned into his embrace.

Arnav wrapped his arm around Khushi and pulled her in. "You should sleep."

"I will, but...."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "But what?"

"Um...."

Khushi glanced down, feeling Arnav's erection digging into her hip.

Arnav looked down. "Oh... that."

Khushi pursed her lips and looked at him through her eyelashes.

"Uh," he looked up at Khushi. "A cold shower will do the trick."

"Are you sure," Khushi whispered.

Both Arnav and Khushi felt it twitch slightly. Khushi gasped and shut her eyes to the strange feeling.

"Sorry," Arnav muttered.

Khushi looked at him and was shocked - he was embarrassed, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Khushi couldn't help but to giggle. "It's okay."

"Um, I should go take care of the, uh, situation."

Before Khushi could say anything, Arnav got up and went into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, not locking it. He hopped right into the large shower and let cold water stream down on him.

Too bad it wasn't helping.

Come on, Arnav growled in his head, but his penis refused.

He waited a bit more, but it was no use - his erection was still in full spring.

Arnav groaned in frustration. Guess I'll have to rub this one out.

Arnav took hold of himself and began to jerk off. He shut his eyes, trying really hard to pleasure himself, but all he could think of was Khushi. It was at that moment that he had realized that the only solution to this was Khushi.

But I can't, Arnav exclaimed in his head.

"Arnavji?"

Arnav looked up and saw Khushi standing by the door. She had been standing there for a while now and had seen that Arnav was helpless. She walked towards him, opening the shower door and entered.

"Khushi, why did you get out of bed?"

"You were gone for a while so I came in...."

Arnav looked down, taking in his situation. There he was, standing under streaming cold water, holding onto his erection, unable to do anything even though he had his beautiful wife in front of him. The thought of it made Arnav laugh, puzzling Khushi.

"Why are you laughing Arnavji?"

"The whole situation now... it's just funny."

"Because you can't get yourself to rid of your erection by jerking off?"

"Yeah," Arnav scoffed lightly.

Khushi pursed her lips and moved forward, standing before Arnav. "What if I helped you?"

Arnav's eyes widened. Khushi only looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Khushi I... I can't let you do that."

"What? But why," Khushi asked softly.

Arnav cupped Khushi's face. "I don't want to rush anything on you. I know we've just confessed our love for each other, but I want to get to know you before we do anything else."

Khushi smiled softly and went on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "That's very sweet of you Arnavji."

Arnav ran his thumb on her cheek. "There's more to this politician than you think."

"And I can't wait to get to know him," she smiled softly. 

Arnav smiled as well. 

"But what if you get a case of blue balls," Khushi asked with concern. 

"Well, I'll just have to suffer for a while," he smiled lightly, trying to enlighten the mood.

Khushi bit her lip and both of them looked down at Mr. Happy, who didn't understand that he wouldn't be happy for long, and would become Mr. Angry-As-Fuck instead.

"I don't like it," Khushi said. 

Arnav looked at her. "What?"

"You suffering and in pain... I don't like it."

Arnav cupped her cheek. "It's okay."

"No, its not. You can relieve yourself from this situation but you're being stubborn and choosing not to."

"Khushi-"

"I don't care what you say, I'm helping you."

"Khushi, no-"

Khushi dropped to her knees and held him in her hand. Arnav's eyes widened as he gasped, looking right at Khushi. She was looking back up at him, moving her hand slowly on him.

"Khushi don't," Arnav breathed. 

"But I can't stand the thought of you in pain!"

Arnav's jaw slacked as he gazed at her.

Khushi slowly moved her hand. "I know how much it hurts you to see me hurt - I've seen it with my own two eyes. How could you think I was any different?"

"Khushi..." but he didn't know what to say.

"Please let me Arnav. Please?"

Arnav shut his eyes for a moment. "Have you done this before," he asked and then opened his eyes, looking at her intensely.

Khushi shook her head. "No," she breathed.

Arnav nodded. "Good."

Taking that as her cue, Khushi moved her hand faster. She had seen what he was doing so she had an idea of what to do. Plus, she's watched porn numerous times before so she knew what to do.

Arnav groaned, his eyes rolling back. Khushi's touch was innocent, but clear with what her mission was. Khushi watched her husband as he threw his head back and groaned again. Seeing his reactions only influenced Khushi to do it more, so she moved her hands faster. 

"Khushi," he groaned.

Khushi was completely turned on. To have a man call out your name in complete ecstasy was heady as hell! Arnav tilted his pelvis, pushing forward into her hand.

"Use both hands," Arnav whispered.

Khushi did as he said, moving both hands on his length. And then the gears began to crank in her head, her somehow knowing how to do all of this. She continued to move her hand, twisting them as she went down and back. 

What if I put him in my mouth, she wondered.

She looked up at Arnav to see see him looking at her, his jaw slacking. In the blink of an eye, Khushi replaced her hands with her mouth. 

"Khushi-!"

Arnav had tried to back away, but Khushi had grabbed him by his ass and pulled him forward, moving him deeper in her mouth. Arnav grunted and placed his hands through Khushi's hair. He tugged on it as Khushi's head bobbed back and forth. Her tongue swirled around him, savoring his taste.

"Khushi, if you don't want me to come in your mouth-"

Khushi grazed her teeth on him and with a loud grunt, Arnav came, pouring right into Khushi's mouth. With his grasp on Khushi's hair tight, his eyes screwed shut and he threw his head back. Khushi swallowed immediately, sucking him clean. When she released him, she looked up to see Arnav gazing at her.

Arnav bent down and joined her on the floor. He ran his thumb over Khushi's lips, wiping it clean. She held his hand and sucked his thumb clean, making Arnav shut his eyes. 

"Was I good," Khushi asked softly. 

Arnav opened his eyes and looked at her. "You were. ... but you shouldn't have done it."

In an instant, Khushi's shy smile disappeared. His words had hurt and in the blink of an eye, she got up and charged out of the bathroom. Arnav was shocked, completely thrown off by Khushi's reaction. Getting up, he grabbed a towel and went back to their room to find Khushi in bed, under the blanket, shaking slightly.

Shit, did I make her cry, Arnav wondered. 

He went over to her. "Khushi," he called out.

Arnav tried to move her her so that he'd face him but Khushi didn't budge. 

"Khushi," but she refused to turn.

Arnav got up and went around, but Khushi turned the opposite way, once again facing her back to him. Arnav sighed and moved behind her. He wrapped his arm around Khushi and she tried to push him away. 

Stubborn girl, he said in his head.

Khushi continued to push his arm away, but Arnav refused and kept his grip. Eventually Khushi gave up and Arnav buried his face in her damp hair. He felt Khushi shake again and heard her sniffle.

"Please don't cry," Arnav cajoled. 

It only made a sob escape from Khushi's lips and Arnav felt guilty.

"Khushi I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't didn't want to pressure you and-"

Khushi turned around, showing Arnav her tear-stained face. "I did it because I love you," she cried. "You didn't pressure me into anything. I wanted to give myself to you and you...."

Khushi looked away and Arnav felt horrible. 

"I'm sorry," Arnav whispered, but Khushi wouldn't look at him. "I'm really sorry."

But she still didn't meet his eyes.

"I love you."

This time, Khushi did look at him. She looked into his pleading eyes and sighed. She placed her hand on his cheek and Arnav kissed it.

"I forgive you," Khushi said softly.

Arnav smiled slightly then bent down to give her a kiss. "Come," he said once he go, "let's take a proper shower."

Khushi simply nodded. Arnav got up and so did Khushi. When she went over to him, Arnav swooped down and picked her up. 

Khushi gasped. "Arnavji, what are you doing?"

Arnav didn't say anything and took her back in the bathroom. He went into the shower and placed her down. He turned the water back on and it streamed down on them. Khushi gasped at the sudden warmth and leaned into Arnav, placing her hands on his chest. Arnav wound his arms around her and pulled her even closer. Khushi looked up at him, her lips slightly parted. Bending down, Arnav kissed her again. 

They kissed each other softly, small kisses being exchanged. It slowly became intense and they kissed each other passionately, Arnav cupping her face and Khushi's arms around his neck. The kept pulling the other in closer, as if wanting the others body to become a part of theirs.

Khushi gasped at the feel of his erection. She felt Arnav trying to pull back, but she pulled him in closer. She continued to kiss him and Arnav's mind wandered back to her lips. He held her by her waist, pulling her in even closer. Khushi moaned into his mouth and tilted her pelvis up to meet him. Arnav gasped and let go of her, both panting really hard.

"Arnavji?"

Arnav looked at her.

"Will you take me and make love to me?"

Chapter Fourteen

Arnav noticed something. As the days passed, Khushi was acting weirder and weirder around him. When he had woken up the next day, Khushi was all over the place, mumbling and jumbling, stuttering at her every word to him. As it went on to the next day, to the next week, to the next few weeks, Arnav was really finding it weird.

It had been three weeks that this was happening. One night, Arnav had to work really late and when he came in, he found Khushi asleep. But the truth is, Khushi wasn't asleep. She was awake, waiting for him to arrive and when he did, she just shut her eyes. Arnav went towards the wardrobe to get his pjs. He had already eaten and had told Khushi to eat, which she had done.

Arnav pulled out a navy blue T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He unbuttoned his shirt and was about to unbutton his cuffs when his phone rang. As Arnav spoke on the phone, Khushi gazed at Arnav's chest. For three weeks, she had kept her control, and I mean KEPT HER CONTROL. Ever since the incident, all Khushi could think of was Arnav's body. But that was just the first week. Last week, she had a gutter-minded dream every night! And during the day, all she would think of was Arnav coming up to her with his dashing smile and sweeping her off her feet and kissing her and sexing her up! And this week? Let's not even.... Let's just say her panties have been a mess these days.

Arnav ended his phone call and unbuttoned his cuffs. He took off his shirt and then took off his pants and underwear. Khushi let out a sigh and Arnav turned to look at her. Khushi quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Arnav smiled lightly and just looked at her, forgetting that he was naked.

Arnav took in her form. Her left hand was above her head and her right hand was right below her breasts. Her chest heaved up and down beneath the blanket, her breathing light. A stray strand of hair was on her face and Arnav reached out and moved it away.

"So beautiful," he whispered aloud.

Khushi felt her heart melt.

He cares, she shouted in her head. He really does care! But for how long? And how much longer do I have to wait?

Arnav moved back and was about to wear his boxers when his phone rang.

"Hello? Yeah."

Arnav went to the bathroom, not taking his clothes, and the minute the door shut, Khushi shot up. She couldn't take it anymore and felt her body heat up. She couldn't wait anymore! Her thoughts and dreams had taken over and his little action from right now was the little push she needed. Unable to think straight, Khushi's hormones took over.

Khushi looked down at Arnav's clothes and picked them up. She could smell his cologne and brought his clothes to her nose. She inhaled his scent and felt blood rush down there.

I really must be at that time of the month, she said in her head, shaking her head at herself.

Khushi heard Arnav's muffled voice from the bathroom and scratched her head.

What do I do? Uh...- wait! He's naked! ... He's naked! And I'm....

Khushi looked at herself in the mirror.

It's now or never Khushi.

*~*

A few minutes later, Khushi had already gone back to bed and had her eyes shut. Arnav came out and he grabbed his clothes. He went over to the vanity and put his phone down. He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw Khushi standing up behind him, holding onto the blanket.

"Khushi, what are you-"

He was about to turn around, but Khushi held her hand up.

"Wait," Khushi said.

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows at her reflection.

"Arnavji, I... I...."

Arnav attempted to turn around again but Khushi shook her head.

"No wait, please."

"Khushi, what's wrong," Arnav asked confusedly.

"What's wrong? Nothing," she chattered nervously.

"Khushi seriously, tell me. You've been acting weird these past few weeks. What's been eating you?"

"Arnavji I... I...."

He tilted his head, his eyebrows scrunched.

Khushi herself was asking what was wrong with her. She didn't understand why she was acting this way, but deep in her heart she knew - she was just too scared to say it.

"Well," Arnav questioned softly.

"I... Arnavji, I...." She took a deep breath. "I love you, Arnavji," she said softly.

Arnav gasped and it wasn't missed by Khushi.

"I love you," she breathed.

Arnav was in shock. His mind was completely blank and he just gaped at Khushi's reflection.

Khushi tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down, blushing hard from her confession.

"Say something," she practically whispered.

And Arnav knew his answer. In these three weeks, he himself had discovered that he loved her. He had once liked her as kids and his feelings had increased to love. He just didn't know how to bring it out and now that Khushi had the topic out in the open, he was more than ready to say it.

"Khushi I-"

Arnav looked up at her reflection and froze, his pupils dilated. Unable to believe what he saw, he turned around and looked at Khushi. Khushi had removed the blanket, exposing her naked body which she had hidden underneath. It was her idea all along. She needed him to fully understand her want, her desire - her love. Arnav looked her body up and down, memorizing every detail of her as Khushi's chest heaved.

"Please say you love me Arnavji," Khushi whispered.

Arnav could hear her want for him and he wanted her to know his feelings as well. But just as Arnav was about to say the three magical words, he felt a twitch down below. His eyes shot down and Khushi hadn't missed it either and looked, both to see "Mr. Happy" up in spring. Khushi gaped at Arnav and Arnav looked really embarrassed.

"You're... you're turned on," Khushi asked.

Arnav scratched his head. "Well... yeah," and he began to blurt, "I-I-I mean when you've got a beautiful wife that you love-"

"You love me?"

Arnav looked up at her hopeful eyes. "Yeah...."

Khushi smiled, looking happier than ever and ran up to Arnav and hugged him. Arnav stood still at first, but then he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. The fact that they were flesh on flesh, skin on skin, went out the door and they were beyond happy that the one they loved, loved them as well.

Chapter Thirteen

Arnav swirled his chair side to side, playing with his paperweight. He thought of Khushi, thinking of the kidnapping and earlier in the hospital. Whenever he would shut his eyes, all he would see was Khushi. Images of her flashed in his mind and Arnav kept stopping himself each and every time.

Stop it, he said in his head. There's no point. Why am I even bothering?

Arnav rested his head back and shut his eyes, letting out a deep sigh.

Does she even think of me that way? Doubt it. She probably hates me.

Arnav rubbed his forehead.

Can't blame her. I'm the reason she got into such a mess.

"Sir?"

Arnav looked up and saw his secretary.

"It's time to lock up."

Arnav nodded and got up. He walked out of HQ and headed towards the house. As he slowly walked back, he looked up at the star-filled sky.

Dad, wherever you are, help me. Give me a sign!

At that moment, a star twinkled and went back to normal, as if it were shining for a moment.

Arnav smiled slightly. Thanks dad.

He headed into the house and went straight up to his and Khushi's room. When he opened the door, he gaped. He found Khushi at the wardrobe with a pile of clothes.

"Khushi, what are you doing," Arnav asked bewildered.

Khushi turned. "Oh, Arnavji, when did you come? I'm just rearranging the wardrobe."

"What the? Why? You're supposed to be resting Khushi."

"But I was bored Arnavji. So I thought-"

"You thought wrong. Khushi put those down now. You're going back to bed."

"But Arnavji, I can't just-"

"Yes you can, so put them down."

"Arnavji, I can't just leave our clothes on the floor," she slightly chuckled.

Arnav went over to her to hold the clothes. He reached out to get them and his hands touched hers. Both of their eyes' shot up to the other's and their eyes locked. They just gazed away at each other, when there was a knock at the door.

"Chote? Khushi?"

It was Anannya.

The two split away and Khushi went to the door and opened it.

"Ma, come in."

Anannya smiled. "That's okay. I noticed Chote coming in so I heated the food up. Come down to eat, okay Chote. And Khushi, I'll send food up for you as well."

"No, Ma, that's okay. I'll go down as well."

"No you won't," Arnav said. "You need to get your rest."

"But Arnavji-"

"No but's. Ma, I'll be down in a few."

Anannya smiled at their childish acts and went downstairs.

"Arnavji, please don't make me stay in here. I'm fine!"

"Khushi, no. For crying out loud, you just came back from the hospital!"

"But I'm so bored in here! There's nothing to do!"

"You have TV, your phone, iPad, etc. What more do you need?"

"... someone to do it with."

Arnav sighed. Of course she needed someone; she was all alone.

"I get bored here all by myself," Khushi said in a low voice. "So I move around to, I don't know... entertain myself."

"I'm sorry," Arnav replied in a low voice.

Khushi shook her head. "It's not your fault Arnavji. Anyways, you go eat; Ma will be waiting."

"Come down with me."

Khushi shook her head. "It's okay. I'll just rest and eat up here."

Arnav felt bad, but he just nodded. He went downstairs and saw the food ready on the table, but he just didn't feel right. So he came up with an idea.

Upstairs, Khushi sighed heavily and leaned back in bed. She was completely bored and was staring up at the ceiling when the door opened. In came Arnav with a maid behind with a trolley of food.

"Arnavji? What's all of this," Khushi asked.

"You and I are going to eat together."

"What?"

Khushi was shocked. The maid had set the food on the table and Khushi got out of bed ad went over to them. Arnav gestured her to sit down and he sat across from her. The maid left and Arnav set the food on their plates. They began to eat, watching TV together. Soon, they finished up and Arnav called a maid in to clean up.

Khushi yawned.

"Tired," Arnav questioned.

Khushi nodded. "A bit."

"Why don't you go to bed. I have some work to catch up with."

"Okay," Khushi smiled lightly.

She got her nightwear and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, she saw Arnav on his laptop. He smiled lightly at her and Khushi did the same. She went to bed and tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't. She kept thinking of Arnav and with him especially in the room, it wasn't being any easier.

Khushi turned and took a peek at Arnav. He was sitting in front of her, facing the other way, so she could only see the back of the lounger. She just watched him, seeing him lean forward or back now and then. She would notice his muscles bunch up and she couldn't help but to bite her lower lip.

Arnav stood up and picked up his coffee mug, sipping some coffee. He placed it down and turned to go to the wardrobe. Khushi quickly shut her eyes and waited to hear the wardrobe open. When she did, she opened one eye and listened. Arnav came walking back and Khushi quickly shut her eyes again. She peeked and saw Arnav facing the other way.

Suddenly, Arnav's phone rang.

"Hello," he said into his phone.

The person spoke and Arnav moved around the room, picking files up, Khushi closing her eyes now and then, making sure not to get caught.

"Since we already have been signed in, then there are no problems. It's just a matter of time and then campaigning starts. ... yeah. Okay."

Arnav stood by his laptop and did some stuff. Khushi was watching him in admiration.

He's such a politician, Khushi said in her head. My politician, she blushed, biting her lip.

"Alright, tomorrow then," and Arnav hanged up.

He placed his phone down and his next move shocked Khushi. Arnav unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs and took off his shirt. Khushi gaped as Arnav tossed his shirt over to the sofa. He stretched up and Khushi had to bite her lip to control herself. Arnav moved his hands to the side of his face, making his muscles bunch up. Khushi licked her lips in approval, biting them.

Wow, he's so built, she yelled in her head.

Arnav was about to turn her way and Khushi quickly shut her eyes. Arnav went to the bathroom and Khushi quickly turned that way.

Damn, he's got muscles, she yelled in her head.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Khushi quickly shut her eyes. Arnav looked at Khushi and slightly smiled. He went over to the vanity and stood in front of the mirror. Khushi peeked and looked at his reflection. His abs were on display and Khushi had to stop herself from letting out a moan which was dying to come out! Arnav ran his hands through his hair and then picked up his white T-shirt and put it on.

Khushi slightly pouted but then quickly shut her eyes as Arnav went back to the wardrobe. He pulled out a pair of sweats and stripped off his pants. Khushi had to bite her lip really hard so that she wouldn't gasp. She had to control herself with great effort, especially for what he did next. Arnav took off his underwear and Khushi caught a full glimpse of his butt!

Holy.... He's got a sexy ass!

Arnav's phone rang and he walked across the room and picked up his phone. He spoke and went in front of the vanity. Khushi's eyeballs dilated as she caught a glimpse of his manhood.

Khushi quickly shut her eyes and tried to get the vision out of her head, but she kept seeing his muscles, his abs, his butt, and his thing over and over again. Especially that.

Arnav put his boxers on and then his sweats. He headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then went to the sofa to go to sleep. Turning the lights off, he slowly drifted off, taking one more glance at Khushi, even though it was her back, and then fell asleep. What did he know that his mere innocently-done actions had now troubled a poor unfortunate soul ;)

Chapter Twelve

Khushi moved her head slightly. Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked in the lights.

Where am I, she wondered.

She looked around her left and realized she was in the hospital. She then felt a weight and looked to her right, and what she saw, surprised her. Arnav was holding her hand, asleep, right beside her.

What is he... Arnav you... you stayed by my side?

Khushi smiled with tears coming to her eyes.

He cares! He does care! ... or did he do it because he was asked to?

Arnav had never shown Khushi any signs. So to think positive was kind of difficult to believe. Khushi looked back at Arnav.

He would never do something mean, he's not like that.

Khushi felt tempted to reach out and run her hand through his hair.

No Khushi, that would be weird.

She turned away but then looked back.

But he wouldn't know.

Khushi reached out then quickly drew her hand in.

No Kush! What if he wakes up?

She looked at him and got really tempted.

But it wouldn't hurt, she bit her lip.

Slowly, she move her hand to his hair and let her fingers sink in.

Wow, his hair is really soft.

She let her hand roam, her fingers feeling every inch of his hair. She let herself continue, loving the feeling of his soft hair between her fingers.

Arnav felt something in his hair and slowly blinked his eyes open. He blinked a few times and then his vision cleared. He still felt the thing in his hair and looked up to see Khushi awake with her hand in his hair.

Khushi froze and her eyes widened   Both got stuck into an eye lock and just gazed away at each other. Khushi was nervous, unsure of how Arnav would feel about this. Arnav on the other hand was grateful that Khushi was awake.

Arnav stood up, making Khushi withdraw her hand.

"Arnavji-"

Arnav pulled Khushi in to a hug and hugged her tightly, his hand in her hair, the other arm around her shoulders. Khushi was in shock and she just blinked.

"Oh thank God, you're okay," Arnav said.

Khushi slowly moved her hands up and held his arms. She never expected this from Arnav. And for him to do such a loving gesture, filled her heart.

Arnav sat down and held her head within his hands. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better now," she nearly whispered.

"I'll go get the nurse."

Arnav stood up to leave, when Khushi grabbed his hand. He looked back at her and she looked into his eyes.

"I'm okay," she simply said.

"You sure?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav hugged her again and held her tightly. "I thought I almost lost you."

Khushi chuckled lightly. "Arnavji, I fainted; that's all."

Arnav realized how unlike the day before, she was stating him as "Arnavji" instead of "Arnav" and Arnav didn't like it at all.

"Khushi-"

The door opened, so Arnav let go of Khushi, and in came the nurse.

"Oh, good morning Mrs. Raizada," the nurse said. "Mr. Raizada."

The two nodded.

"I'll go get the doctor."

The nurse left and within a minute, she came back with the doctor. The doctor checked up on Khushi and everything seemed alright.

"We might be able to let Mrs. Raizada go today," the doctor said. "She'll just have to rest and then she'll be all better. And no stress either."

Khushi nodded.

"Don't worry," Arnav said. "I'll take care of her."

Khushi looked up at him.

"I'll be by her side the entire time," he said to the doctor.

Khushi couldn't believe it.

But if he's with me all the time, then when will he focus on his work, she wondered.

"Very well Mr. Raizada," the doctor said, and he left.

After a couple of tests, the results were in and Khushi was fine. She was discharged and Arnav was going to take her home.

Khushi had changed into fresh clothes that Arnav's secretary had brought. She wore a plain yellow sari and looked for her mangalsutra. It wasn't with the pile of her stuff and she got scared.

"Oh no," she said aloud. "Where's my mangalsutra?"

She looked on the floor.

"Oh my gosh, where is it," she began to panic.

Arnav came in, back from his call, and saw Khushi worried. "What's wrong?"

"Arnavji, I can't find my mangalsutra!"

She looked like she was going to cry. In fact she had tears brimmed in her eyes. Arnav found it really cute and it made him feel a humble feeling in his heart, seeing how much Khushi cared about their marriage.

Arnav slowly walked towards Khushi, who was still looking around for it, moving the sheets aside on the bed. Arnav held her shoulder and turned her around to face him.

"Arnavji I-"

"Relax Khushi," Arnav said, cutting her off.

"But Arnavji I... I'm so irresponsible," she nearly cried.

"Shh," Arnav soothed.

"I'm such a terrible wife," Khushi said, tears flowing down.

"No, don't say that," Arnav said, wiping her tears away with his thumbs, cupping her face. "It's not your fault."

"But-"

"I have it."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "You... have it?"

Arnav nodded. He reached into his pocket, still cupping her face with a hand, and drew out her mangalsutra. "I should've given it with your stuff."

Khushi gazed at Arnav.

"Um..."

Arnav let her go and turned her around so that her back was facing him. Slowly moving his hand up, he brought his hand to her hair and slowly brushed it aside. At the touch of her skin, Khushi took in a sharp breath, which Arnav had definitely heard. Khushi was breathing rapidly, and that wasn't missed by Arnav either.

Unhooking the necklace, Arnav placed the necklace around her neck. Khushi shut her eyes while Arnav fastened the necklace. For Khushi, this was a precious moment and it meant something to her.

Arnav brought her hair back and just as Khushi was about to say something, his secretary walked in.

"Sir, the car is ready," she said.

Arnav nodded and she left. He looked at Khushi and said "are you ready to go?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav held her hand and Khushi slowly followed Arnav. But once they were out in the hall, Khushi didn't feel so good.

"Are you okay," Arnav asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine-"

"Don't lie Khushi."

"But Arnavji-"

Arnav swooped down and picked her up. He started to walk towards the exit and Khushi gazed at him the entire time. Arnav noticed and looked at her and their eyes were caught. They just gazed at each other, Arnav's feet working on its own and taking him outside.

Outside, security went around the couple, a huge wad of the media around with cameras. People asked questions and were filming them, but Arnav and Khushi paid no attention. The two were busy looking into each others eyes, unaware of the people around them.

Once they got to the car, Arnav placed her in and he went around and sat beside her. Cameramen came running towards them and attacked Khushi's window.

"Mrs. Raizada, what happened?"

"Who were the men that kidnapped you?"

"Do you think that something like this will happen again?"

Nonstop questions fired at her and some even managed to get their head through the windows. Security tried to push them away and Arnav held her by the waist and pulled her closer to him to get away from the fuss. One camera was right on them, before security pushed everyone away.

The car was started up and pulled away, leaving the huge crowd behind. The entire ride, Arnav held into Khushi and Khushi had her head rested on his shoulder. She was tired, so Arnav didn't say anything and nor did she. Once they arrived at the house, Anannya was already standing outside with Mamaji. Khushi was about to step out, but knowing Khushi's condition, Arnav stopped her. He got out, went around and carried her out and towards the door.

Once again, Khushi was amazed by Arnav's actions. He cared so much of her health, her well-being. Not only was Khushi surprised, but Arnav's mom, not to mention Mamaji, was surprised as well. They had never seen Arnav and Khushi this close. Ever! And to see this filled Anannya's heart.

Arnav came forward with Khushi and Anannya welcomed them home. Taking the evil eye off of them, they entered and Arnav took Khushi directly upstairs to their room. Arnav laid Khushi down and Anannya and Mamaji were watching it all.

Arnav moved to get the blanket, but just as he moved, he moved right back, Khushi's mangalsutra stuck on his shirt. He was just centimeters from her face. The two just looked into each others eyes, completely still.

Anannya couldn't help but have tears come to her eyes, seeing something so sweet. She looked at her brother and they left, shutting the door behind.

Arnav and Khushi flinched from the sound of the door and looked away. Arnav felt a bit awkward, as well as did Khushi, but they liked the position. But Khushi wasn't exactly comfortable, not knowing exactly where they stood.

Slowly reaching up, Khushi carefully tried to get her mangalsutra off. Arnav looked at her while Khushi was busy with her task and once she freed it, she adjusted it. When she looked up, she saw that Arnav was still looking at her. Her eyes widened as she looked at him looking at her. Her breathing had increased as well and she didn't know this was happening at all.

His gaze was tensing. It had intensified so much, it gave Khushi tingles and she shivered slightly. Arnav noticed and thought she was cold and snapped out of it. He got up and pulled the blanket over Khushi. She just watched him as he moved around the room, closing the curtains.

"You should sleep," Arnav said.

Khushi just nodded and Arnav left the room to do some work. She sighed and just looked around the room.

Will things change, Khushi wondered. I mean... the way he's acting... I hope things change.

Khushi looked down at her mangalsutra and held it over her heart. She thought about the day before and thought of how close her and Arnav were. She thought of how close they were earlier today too.

Khushi turned. What if we do get close?

She shut her eyes and an image of Arnav from Dev's party appeared. She opened them immediately and gasped.

Oh my gosh! Now I'm even seeing him when my eyes are closed!

She shut them again and saw an image of him close to her when they were dancing at the party. She opened them again and covered her face with the blanket. Slowly, she peeked out.

Am I really falling for him?

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

I really am falling for him, she smiled, and shut her eyes.

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

I have fallen for him.

Chapter Eleven

"Move!"

Arnav was yelling out, nonstop, making people move out of the way. Him, the team of nurses and doctor ran down the halls, heading towards the ICU. Once they got to it, the doors opened and the nurses went in, taking Khushi. Arnav was about to follow in, but they stopped him.

"I'm sorry Sir, you can't go in," the doctor said.

Arnav tried to debate, but the doctor went in, the light bulb coming to life above. Arnav went to the wall and just stared at the floor.

All of this is happening because of me, he said in his head. It's all my fault.

Mamaji came running in with Arnav's mother. She saw Arnav and ran towards him.

"Chote! Chote, where is she," Anannya exclaimed. "Where's Khushi?"

Arnav couldn't make his voice work, so he pointed at the ICU. Anannya looked up a it and then back at Arnav.

"Is she okay?! What happened?"

Arnav said nothing.

"Tell me! Chote!"

But he said nothing.

"Arnav! Tell me!"

She never called him Arnav unless she was teasing him or exceptionally mad.

Arnav looked at his mother. "Ma," his voice cracked.

His mother had never seen him like this. "Chote-"

Arnav hugged his mother tightly. "This is all my fault! It's all mine! Not hers! Mine!"

"Chote-"

"It's all my fault. Sh-sh-she never should've married me. She..."

"Shh, Chote no," Anannya soothed, wiping her sons face clear of tears. "You don't mean that-"

"But I do!"

Anannya sighed and caressed his cheek. "No you don't."

Arnav didn't listen and sank down to the floor. Anannya followed and rested on her knees.

"Chote, you're only saying that-"

"Ma-"

"You're only saying that because-"

The door opened and a nurse came out. Arnav got to his feet immediately and tried to ask her how Khushi was, but the nurse didn't reply. She stormed past and Arnav sighed in exasperation. The nurse reappeared, but still didn't say anything.

"The fuck man," Arnav exclaimed.

"Chote," both his mother and Mama scolded.

"Sorry! But still!"

Soon the doctor came out and Arnav ran to him.

"Doctor, how is she," he asked.

"Don't worry. Mrs. Raizada is fine."

All three of them sighed.

"But-"

"But what," Arnav asked.

"Chote let her speak," Anannya said.

"It's alright," the doctor said, and then turned to Arnav. "She's fine, but extremely tired. She seems stressed out so I'm going to suggest that she relaxes for a while; do no work and only rest."

"Not a problem," Anannya said.

"Good. And also, she has a big lump on the back of her head, so she'll have to be careful of that. If she gets head spins, that'll be normal. Just make sure she gets rest so it doesn't happen often."

"Okay," Arnav said.

"Alright then Mr. Raizada. We're just gonna do a few more tests and then tomorrow morning, you can take her home."

Arnav nodded. "Can I see her?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course. But one person at a time," and she left.

"Chote, why don't you go first," Mamaji said.

Anannya agreed and Arnav agreed. He went into the room and saw the nurse checking on the monitors and Khushi laid there with an oxygen mask over her.

As the nurse left, Arnav sat beside Khushi. She was asleep, her chest moving lightly up and down. Arnav took her right hand in his hands and held onto it tightly.

This really is my fault, he said in his head. Had you never married me...

He kissed her hand and rested his forehead on their hands.

Outside, Anannya and Mamaji realized that Arnav was still in there and got curious. They peeked in and gaped. Arnav had fallen asleep beside her, still holding Khushi's hand.

Anannya smiled. "And he felt guilty."

"The boy doesn't understand yet," Mamaji said.

"True. Little does he understand that he's only saying that because he loves her." She sighed. "At least, I hope he does. And that she does too."

*Extension*

The couple slept peacefully and quietly thought the night, only the nurse coming in to check up on Khushi. She removed Khushi's mask, since she was back to breathing steadily, and looked at the couple.

The media was buzzing on Arnav and Khushi, but so far had no news on them. Finding this a great opportunity, the nurse took a picture with her phone and sent it to a news station and Arnav and Khushi became breaking news within the second.

Chapter Ten

Determined, Arnav drove to the location. All he could think of was Khushi's safety. Driving roughly, he arrived to the location and stopped. He was outside of a run-down factory. It used to be a factory that made mattresses, but due to lack of money and then hitting bankruptcy, the factory had to shut down.

Arnav got out and just as Arnav was about to take out the bags, his phone rang.

"Hello," he said sternly.

"Ah, so my buddy has arrived." It was the kidnapper.

"I'm here."

"I know. I see you," he said matter-of-factly.

Arnav looked around under his eyelashes.

"Where's the money?"

Arnav cradled his phone between his ear and shoulder. He opened the car door and took out the briefcases.

"Very good," the guy said. "My men will approach you. They'll take you in."

Two men appeared and went to Arnav. One was short and bald, the other a little taller, but fat. Baldy held his hand out and Arnav handed the briefcases. Fatty had Arnav hold out his arms and he patted him down, making sure he didn't have anything on him. He held his hand out, gesturing for his phone. Arnav smirked and handed it to him.

Baldy turned and Fatty pointed a gun at Arnav's head. Arnav stayed chill and followed the two inside. Inside, the place looked terrible. It was run down, with rats running here and there, filled with cobwebs.

Going to an elevator, Fatty opened the small gate and the three got in. They went up and then got out. Arnav followed and once they turned the corner, he froze.

In front of him, in between high stacks of barrels, was Khushi, exhausted out from yelling and struggling. Her head hung forward, looking extremely tired.

"Khushi!"

Khushi looked up slowly and saw Arnav. "Ar... nav..."

Arnav was about to run towards her, when a guy came out of nowhere and pointed a gun at her head. Arnav stilled and his eyes widened at the sight.

"Let her go," Arnav said.

The guy chuckled. "This easily?"

Arnav recognized the voice. It was the guy from the phone.

"What do you want," Arnav asked.

He chuckled again.

"Let her go. I brought you your money, now let her go!"

He chuckled once more an then tilted his head to the left and tsked. "Ah, love. Such a cute thing."

Arnav was done with the nonsense. "Let her fucking go!"

"Ah, not so nice? Relax yaar! Bhabiji will definitely be released."

He looked at Baldy and gestured him to give Arnav the bags. Arnav got confused and looked at the main guy.

"You will personally hand me the money. This way it's fair," he said matter of factly.

Arnav just nodded his head and walked towards him, his eyes on Khushi. She looked really scared with the gun pointed at her. Arnav had never seen her like this and it was hurting him a lot.

"Walk," the guy yelled.

Arnav began to walk forward, his eyes never leaving Khushi. She was really scared, her lower lip trembling.

Baldy and Fatty came outta nowhere and pushed him hard, and since Arnav was caught off guard, he fell.

"Move," both roared.

Arnav got up and was about to swing his fist when her heard the small click. He spun on his heels and looked at Main Guy. He had his gun right against Khushi's head, ready to pull the trigger.

"Bring me the cash," Main Guy yelled.

Khushi had her eyes screwed shut and she was crying. Arnav couldn't bare the sight of Khushi crying and walked towards the guy.

"Good boy," Main Guy said, slurring his words.

Arnav handed him the briefcases and Main Guy pointed the gun at Arnav.

"Move back," he simply said.

Arnav put his hands up and slowly backed away. Once he was a good ten feet away, Main Guy untied Khushi. Arnav tried to approach to help her out, but Main Guy pointed the gun back at him.

"Back the fuck off," Main Guy yelled.

Arnav did as he said and stepped away. Main Guy continued to untie Khushi while pointing his gun at Arnav. Khushi was still tired and exhausted and when she was released, she was still sitting there.

"Get the fuck up," Main Guy yelled.

Arnav was about to explode, but the guy pointed his gun at Khushi.

"Stop," Arnav yelled. "Can't you see she's not in good condition?!"

"Like I give a fuck," Main Guy sneered.

Main Guy grabbed Khushi by the wrist and pulled her forward, making Khushi trip and almost fall. Arnav sprang forward and caught Khushi before she fell face forward. Her eyes were shut, her breathing slow.

"Khushi," Arnav called out.

He patted her cheeks lightly and Khushi slowly opened her eyes.

"A-A-Arnav..."

Arnav caressed her face in his hand and felt really bad. Khushi saw the feelings in his eyes and slowly reached up and caressed his cheek. Arnav looked at her hand and then at her and she shook her head, not wanting him to feel hurt at all, tears brimmed in her eyes.

"How cute," Main Guy said. "Anyways, I'll be going."

Arnav didn't care and held Khushi tightly. He scanned her, making sure she was okay. When he placed his hand at the back of her head, he felt something wet and Khushi hissed, shutting her eyes. Removing his hand, he saw blood all over his palm. His eyes darted at Khushi's for answers.

"They... they h-hi-hit me... w-wi-wi-with a-a-a- r-rod," she said, her eyes brimmed with tears.

Arnav looked into her eyes and saw the pain. His eyes began to fill with rage and Khushi got scared. She stroked her hands on his cheek, trying to calm him down, but Arnav was furious. He placed Khushi down and stood up.

"GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Khushi was in shock, not to mention the other guys. Khushi especially, since she had never heard him say such words. Ever! It shocked Khushi, especially the fact that he was doing this... because of her?

But why would he do that, Khushi wondered.

Main Guy, as well as Baldy and Fatty looked at Arnav.

"You fuckers have some nerve for hitting my wife," Arnav roared.

Wife, Khushi said in her head.

"And you have some balls for even touching her!"

Khushi gaped at Arnav.

"I'm not sparing you for this," and he charged at them.

Baldy moved forward and pointed his gun, but Arnav had attacked him already. Punching him in his stomach, Arnav twisted his arm behind his back and got the gun and pointed the gun at him.

"Move and I'll shoot him," Arnav threatened.

Main Guy chuckled. "Go ahead. I'd like to see."

"I'm not kidding."

"Nor am I. Do it."

Arnav loaded it and Khushi got scared.

"Arnav no," she cried out.

But Arnav didn't care. He was fuming, thinking they had some guts for hurting his wife.

"Arnav!"

Everyone turned and saw Mamaji as well as their men come running in, all armed.

"Fuck," Main Guy yelled.

Him and Fatty tried to run but Arnav's men caught him. Another guy took baldy and they began to lead them out. When Main Guy was near Khushi, he pushed the guy away, took his gun and went to Khushi and grabbed her, pointing the gun at her.

"Arnav," Khushi yelled.

Arnav turned, as well as everyone else, and Arnav froze.

"Arn-" but she couldn't say anymore because the guy put the gun in her mouth.

"Now then," Main Guy said.

"Let her go," Arnav demanded.

"Oh I will. First you're gonna let me go and you can get her."

Khushi's eyes were wide with fear, her squealing. Arnav stepped forward and Main Guy shoved it in deeper.

"Okay, okay," Arnav yelled. "I won't move. None of us will."

"Good," and he slowly started to back up.

But Main Guy hadn't noticed that one of Arnav's men we're behind him, so when Main Guy stepped back, the guy pointed his gun at Main Guy's head.

"Let her go," the worker said. "Or you're done."

Other men surrounded them. Arnav did as well, pointing Baldy's gun at him. Arnav neared in and Main Guy hesitated. One of Arnav's workers grabbed Main Guy's hand and pulled the gun out of Khushi's mouth. Khushi took her chance and ran towards Arnav, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, crying in his chest.

Though Arnav felt a little tingly from it, as well as Khushi, neither worried about that now cause the situation was off.

Main Guy was fighting the other guy back, but everyone dived in and restrained him. Grasping his hands behind his back, they led Main Guy out.

Both Arnav and Khushi watched as they led him out. Khushi slowly looked up at Arnav and saw the anger, hate, and disgust as he stared Main Guy down. Then when Arnav looked at her, his eyes softened. He cupped her face in his hand and Khushi's lips quivered, her about to cry again. Arnav shook his head and a tear went down her cheek. He pulled her to him and hugged her, reassuring her of her safety and that nothing would happen to her, and that he was here for her. Khushi shook as she cried and Arnav knew she was scared. Shutting his eyes, Arnav kissed the top of her head and Khushi stilled.

This was the first time Arnav had ever kissed her. She was in shock and couldn't believe it. Just as she was about to look up, they heard yelling outside. The two looked at each other and then ran outside.

Outside, the three had freed themselves and had guns in their hands. They were moving back as Arnav's men moved forward.

"Stop," Mamaji yelled. "Or we will act!"

But the three didn't listen. They continued to move back. At a far distance, in the blink of an eye, they moved the gun to their heads and shot themselves.

Everyone blanched and Khushi screamed, hiding her face in Arnav's chest. The three bodies fell down, blood pouring. Arnav couldn't believe it and he didn't understand why they would do that.

Mamaji called the police and they were on their way. Arnav held Khushi tightly, when her hand dropped to her side. Her breath was shallow and Arnav pulled her back. Her head fell back and both hands had dropped to her sides.

"Khushi?!"

Mamaji turned as looked at them.

"Khushi?!" Arnav patted her cheek. "Khushi? Khushi?! Khushi, please!"

Arnav knelt down and rested her back against his knee, holding her against his chest.

"Khushi?! Come on Khushi, don't do this to me, please! Khushi!"

But she didn't wake up.

Mamaji went running to Arnav. "Whats wrong?"

"Mamaji," Arnav said hesitatingly. "Mamaji, she's... she's not getting up! Khushi! Khushi please!"

"I'll call the ambulance," Mamaji said and got his phone out.

"Khushi," Arnav called out. "Khushi please!" Tears came flowing down his face. "Khushi please wake up," he pleaded. "Please Khushi!"

Arnav hugged her tightly and tears flowed down from his cheeks to her hair. Soon the ambulance arrived and they rushed to the hospital, Arnav holding her hand the entire time.