Chapter Seven

Arnav didn't have a clue of where they were going. They ended up going to the outskirts of town and to the rundown area. There used to be people who lived in these areas, but back then the poor would live here. Ever since everyone "upgraded" people moved out of there. Even the poor found it "low class" and the poor had shifted elsewhere.

On the other hand, since now no one barely came this way, a person found this as the best place to put a club. Since it opened, slowly people went there. When Khushi found out about it, she was more than delighted, finally finding a place outside her world.

"Khushi, where are we going?"

"We're almost there. Just go down this hill and make a right."

Arnav did as she said and saw the club. Just from the sight, Arnav got a bad feeling. Not because of the kind of people who were there, but because of the huge line. Khushi grabbed his hand and guided him towards the club.

The minute her hand had touched his, Arnav didn't pay attention to anything and just looked at Khushi. She was just plain mesmerizing and Arnav felt a bliss. When Khushi let go, he snapped back to reality and found himself at the front of the line.

"Khushi," he whispered. "You just cut a whole bunch of people."

Khushi just nodded, gesturing to him to just follow her. Khushi turned to the bouncer and cleared her throat. The big guy turned and Arnav's eyes widened a bit. The guy was huge! Taller than he was, not mention with a lot of extra pounds added. Looking at the guy, you'd probably pee in your pants. But Khushi? She was smiling as jolly as a five year-old girl with ginormous lollipop in her hand.

"Hey Rob," Khushi smiled.

 "Khushi! Where have you been?!"

"'round. Missed me?"

"You know me! Anyways, it's been a while. VIP booth hasn't been the same without you."

VIP, Arnav wondered. Wow.

"Alright, enough of me stalling you. Go on in," he pointed inside.

Khushi smiled. "See ya later."

Khushi turned to go in and Arnav was about to follow, when Rob stopped him.

"Excuse me," Rob's voice boomed. "Back of the line!"

Khushi turned and grabbed Arnav's hand. "Oh, my bad! Rob, he's with me."

"Oh, my bad," Rob said. "Who's your new friend?"

"He's my husband."

Rob was shocked and Khushi just smiled and dragged Arnav in, him lost in her.

They got inside to the lobby, where there were people sitting on the sofas, people making out, drinking, and talking. Some of them recognized Khushi and said hi to her and she smiled back at the people she knew and said hey.

Arnav was shocked by how many people knew her. Yet out of the people that said hi to her, she prolly said hi back to about five or six people. Arnav didn't keep track since he was to busy admiring her beauty.

Right as they were about to enter the main part of the club, Khushi turned and looked at Arnav. "Now then, if you're worried about anyone recognizing you, don't. No one gives a cr*p about politics here, nor pays a little mind to it, which is why I would come here. Every other club I'd go to, people would always recognize me. Here, people only know me for my, how should I put this… craziness."

Arnav just nodded once and Khushi took him inside, unveiling a whole other world to Arnav. The place was dark, colorful lights flashing. The dj was at his booth and there were people dancing themselves away at the dance floor. Khushi led him to the VIP section and Khushi saw her friends.

"Hey guys!"

They saw Khushi and a girl went running up to her. "Khushi! Where have you been yaar?!"

"'round. What's up with you Jaz? You dyed your hair red!"

"Yeah, thought of doing something to it."

"It's cute!"

"Thanks."

Khushi looked at the others and they exchanged hugs. "Oh yeah," she grabbed Arnav's hand and made him move closer to her. "This is my husband."

One of the guys stood up. "Hey man! I'm Alex," he said, holding his hand out.

Arnav held his out. "Arnav."

Alex took his hand and leaned in and collided their chests. Arnav couldn't remember the last time he had done a handshake like that. So much swag.

"Why are you guys sitting here," Khushi asked.

"It's been boring without you here," Liza said.

"Aww! How sweet!"

"Well its true," Max said.

"Fine then. How about we go and dance? Hmm?"

They all nodded and they walked out to the dance floor. Khushi took off her jacket to leave it there and Arnav took his off as well. When he did, Khushi moved over to him.

"Ready to have fun," Khushi asked.

Arnav nodded.

She smiled and took his hand and led him out to the dance floor.

Chapter Six

Arnav got his clothes out and changed in the bathroom. He came out and found Khushi already changed. She was wearing a green and white striped tank top on that was flowey, and black jeggings on. She had her leather jacket on, her hair flowing.

Khushi was looking in the mirror, fixing her hair and Arnav was mesmerized. He never realized the beauty that she held, and the minute she turned to see Arnav, her hair flew and Arnav felt a bliss he had never felt in his life. He had met other women before, but no one had ever been able to do what Khushi's hair itself, had done. He looked her up and down, admiring how sexy his wife was looking. On the other hand, the same couldn't be said for what Khushi saw.

"Arnavji, what are you wearing?"

Arnav looked down. "Whats wrong?"

"Arnavji, you're going out to party, not to a meeting."

"And…?"

"Arnavji, you're wearing a vest, button down shirt, and pants! You're not going to a rally!"

"So what's wrong with my clothes?"

Khushi groaned and went over to him and unbuttoned his vest. "Arnavji, go change. You'll stick out like a sore thumb in these."

Arnav didn't mind what she said and just looked at his wife. She was very close to him and he wanted to hold her.

Khushi looked Arnav up and down, and then walked around him. "Hmm, maybe we can make some adjustments."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows.

Khushi went to the wardrobe and went through out. She took out a pair of Arnav's jeans and held it down and looked at Arnav and the jeans. She shut the wardrobe and went to Arnav and handed him the jeans. "Change into these."

"Okay," and he did.

He went to the bathroom and changed and came out. He walked over to Khushi and she looked him up and down. She shook her head and pulled on Arnav's shirt.

"Don't tuck your shirt," Khushi said as she took it out.

She looked at Arnav's hair and messed it up.

"Hey-"

"Arnavji, you look like a little boy," she said, fixing his hair.

"Uh-"

"What did you do to it?"

"I finally decided to comb it?"

Khushi looked up at him and shook her head, a little smile playing on her lips. "There we go! Much better!"

Arnav looked in the mirror. He was surprised. He hasd't looked like the way he looked like right now in a long time. He always dressed proper ever since he joined politics.

"Am I good or what," Khushi asked, patting her shoulder for a job well done.

Arnav messed around with his hair and tossed his head to the side (like how Bieber does it). He turned and looked at Khushi and Khushi couldn't help but daze at him. He was looking good, no doubt, and she felt like holding onto him.

She snapped out of it. "Ready to go?"

Arnav got out his leather jacket. "Yeah."

"Then let's go."

Khushi put on her hood and the two walked out. They slowly crept out, not wanting anyone to know. They slowly crept out the back and carefully snuck out, the guards not having a clue. Khushi led Arnav all the way to her house, a secret path that no one knew about, but her. She used to use this path when she would come in the middle of the night to tell Anjali something important.

She got to her house and told Arnav to wait as she snuck into the garage and got her bike. She brought it out and Arnav was surprised. It wasn't just a bike, but a motorcycle. It was black and shiny. To think Khushi was this wild made Arnav's head spin.

"Um, Khushi?"

Khushi looked up. "Yeah?"

"May I," he asked, gesturing at the bike.

Khushi passed him a helmet. "Sure," and she tossed him the keys.

Arnav caught it with one hand and got on the helmet. He sat and started it up and Khushi sat behind. She moved her hands through his arms and gripped onto his shoulders. Arnav looked at her hands and then drove off. Khushi told him which way to go and Arnav followed her words until they arrived to a club.