Dark Paradise Chapter Ten

Arnav had waited all day to speak to Shyam. He strode into Di's room to find Shyam alone, Di had gone to the mandhir with Naniji for a special night pooja that was meant to be good for expecting mothers. So Arnav could express exactly what he thought of this low life without having Di overhear. Shyam looked up and saw Arnav stood in front of him, his hands balled up in fists and his eyes wild with anger.
"Oh its you, mujhe laga ki woh tumhare behen aaye thi mera dhimaak khaane." Shyam said in a blasé manner. Arnav grabbed Shyam by the shirt and pulled him up and Shyam continued to grin in the face of Arnav's anger.
"Calm down, if you get too carried away and hit me, what will your sister say?" Shyam asked sarcastically, he was about to start laughing when Arnav's fist came crashing down on Shyam's jaw. The impact was so forceful Shyam fell to the ground, the pain crippled him and oozed throughout his being. Arnav saw as Shyam whined and whimpered and couldn't help but see how truly pathetic he was. Arnav crouched down to talk to Shyam.
"If I see you near my wife again, I'll do a lot worse than this. You can explain to Di why her brother hit you. You can explain how you were spying on her brother and sister-in-law. You can explain how you are obsessed with her brother's wife and don't love her. Or you could just throw out another of your sorry ass lies and Di will believe you because she loves you. The sooner you realise you and Khushi are over, the better. Because I promise you this, you cannot touch, talk, think or even look at my wife, if you do anything that upsets her I will hurt you." Arnav paused and grabbed Shyam's jaw which was swollen and turning blue and purple. "And it will hurt more than this." He pushed Shyam's face to the ground and walked out. Shyam lay there fuming, how dare he? How dare Arnav get between him and Khushiji? She was his and only his. He just needed to get her to admit it...

Khushi waited in hers and Arnavji's bedroom worried and anxious she sat on the bed playing with her pallu, Arnavji had told her not to worry but when he stormed off like that...how could she not? He'd been avoiding her the whole day. If she went into the living room he went out, if she was in their room he wouldn't be and at dinner he ate after Khushi had. It was as if he refused to come near her until he'd spoken with Shyam but he'd stayed close enough to ensure Shyam wouldn't come near, Khushi couldn't help but be curious about what he was saying to Shyam. The door flung open and Arnav threw his jumper off feeling angry and irritated, who was he? Who was that slime ball to say that about his Di? What right did he have to even think about his wife let alone be in any close proximity to her. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off as well, the heat of his anger seared through his entire being and he needed to feel the air and cool down. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Khushi, her brow furrowed and lips pursed.
"I was calling your name and you weren't answering...tum tik ho nah?" She asked her husband who felt about ready to crumble, he pulled her towards himself and enveloped her in his arms.
"Khushi tum meri ho nah? Please just say your mine. Mine and only mine." Arnav said pain ebbed from his every word. Khushi wrapped her arms around his and nodded a tear fell from her eyes as she could feel how much pain he was in.
"Yes, I'm yours." She said and Arnav lifted his head and kissed Khushi desperately as if he felt that their time together was limited to that moment. Arnav felt like everyday they were married only drew them closer to the day she'd leave him. But he didn't want to think of that, he didn't want to be responsible, he didn't want to think of Di, her baby, Shyam or any of the family he just wanted to be alone with Khushi in their world. Far from everyone, free of all their problems and contracts. He just wanted to be with her for himself.  He broke away from Khushi worried that this could go too far when she pulled him back closer and Arnav looked confused.
"Arnavji...I...I love you." Khushi whispered with a tear in her eyes. "I love you, I am your wife and we are married and I love you. I know you love me. Please tell me you love me." Khushi said the tears streaming down her face.

Arnav couldn't bare to see her cry and especially not over him, he kissed her tears away and stroked her neck, down her back to her spine and then he loosened the strings on the back of her blouse. Khushi gasped slightly and Arnav's hand froze but she didn't object. He unravelled her saree slowly, all the while he looked into her eyes and she into his. There was an intensity that drew the two together, it always had and now they were going to be together the way they knew they should. Arnav looked upon his wife in all her natural glory and she looked at him, he lead her to the bed and began to kiss her, on her neck, on her mouth and all the other places Arnav had only dreamed of before this moment. Khushi readied herself to leave her innocent life and become a new person, the person who Arnav Singh Raizada loved and cared for. The woman he was willing to do anything for, she was more than ready for this. Arnav was definitley ready for this as was obvious from certain biological reactions but he wanted to make sure Khushi was sure.
"Khushi are you sure?" He said in a raspy voice. Khushi stroked his cheek and Arnav closed his eyes enjoying her every touch.
"Yes." She said, he kissed her softly on her lips
and then whispered in her ear. "I love you Jaan." he said as he stroked her body, Khushi gripped onto Arnav's shoulders and in that instant their bodies moulded together and moved in ways Khushi couldn't even imagine. She dug her nails into Arnav's back holding back the desire to moan, Arnav was not happy with that though. He began to act in a more passionate way until Khushi moaned his name over and over again just saying "Arnav" the "ji" had been lost as their connection had deepened. Arnav whispered sweet nothings in Khushi's ear in return, "I love you Jaan.". Khushi was in awe at how many times Arnav had proclaimed his love for her in this short time, soon it was over and Arnav lay on Khushi's stomach unwilling to separate from her just yet. She stroked his hair gently and he caressed her stomach. Khushi felt a warm happy feeling inside, she was content and she was whole, she knew Arnavji felt the same as he began to open up to her.
"You know Khushi I have been with women before in my life, after all you knew my reputation before we got married." Arnav said and Khushi felt a little sting at the idea of others having been this intimate with her husband but she allowed him to continue. "But I never realised that it could feel this way, I've never felt so connected to anyone." He sat up, resting on the crook of his elbow. He looked up at Khushi and swept some of her hair behind her ear and cupped her face in her hands. "All my life I ran away from love thinking it was for the weak, when today you made me realise how strong it can make you." Khushi smiled at him and stopped herself from crying happy tears, she'd cried enough already, now it was time for her and Arnavji to be happy.


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