Inexperienced mistress

He looked at his mom as she lowered her eyes and waited for him to continue the conversation. "I am not marrying. I don't think I can make it." Was his simple reply to the humble lady who was yearning to bound him in the pure relation of matrimony. "Think about it once more." She said plainly. Leaving on him to ponder and decide. As if he wanted this only, he smirked and got up. "Then will meet ya next week. I got to go. Give my compliments to the Richard family." He simpered a little and taking one last sip of the lemon tea, waved his attendant to take out the car. Arnav Singh Raizada was a man of power. He was exactly what the females liked to tag as 'The Drop-dead handsome Man'. Being in not more than a handful of relationships which didn't last for more than a week with the independent New York's women, he never let it hover over his work. Maybe that is why he was one of the richest men of the city. He wanted commitment. But not marriage.. even after reaching a age where he saw the noble men with their wives and kids. That was just not him. * "I don't need the green files. And tell James to--" He spoke blatantly on the phone, desperately wanting to excuse himself from the burning heat, when he saw a woman in her early 20s, standing near the blackly shadowed spot in front of the big industry which happened to belong to him. He didn't wanted to keep on looking at her, but she passed him a half-smile that made him feel that it would be disrespectful to leave her without any attention. "Who is she?" He asked one of his secretaries who looked at the girl with an apprehending glare and shrugged off her shoulder negatively. Two choices- Meet her. Leave her. He preferred to choose the second one. Just a smile. Not even a proper one. Why the hell should he waste his time on her? * "Mr. Kimberley, I really don't know why you cant pay off the debt you have taken from this industry even after being given 5 months for the purpose.." Arnav said in a calm tone and waited for the elderly man to answer him. "My wife hasn't been keeping well, and my daughter's marriage just broke. I don't think I can make it so soon. Try and understand ASR" He replied scathingly. "Well that's really not my problem. You ne--" He stopped when he found a knock on the door. "Mr. Kimberly your daughter is here. She needs to talk to you." Told Annie and waited for him to come out. "We are in an important meet here. Tell her to come in." Arnav said and turned on his swiveling chair. * Arnav looked at the girl who opened the door and looked at her dad timidly. This was the same girl who gave him that incomplete smile in the morning. He stared in her green eyes for a moment before waving at Kimberley. He got up and looked at Arnav once, his eyes pleading to allow him and talk to her in private. "You can come tomorrow." Arnav sighed and busied himself with the text he just received from his mother before looking out of the glass door. Kimberley slapped the girl and left the place as she held back her tears. Arnav looked in her eyes as she desperately tried to avoid his gaze before leaving. * "Mr. Kimberly it's been over 5 months and you haven't paid a single penny to our company and that's unacceptable. Arnav Singh Raizada never lets anyone get away with that. You're just lucky that I haven't put up any interest in your debt, and if you don't pay by 2 days from now then I will take something very precious from you!" Arnav spoke to the man who was on his knees pleading him for mercy. "Please ASR, my wife isn't in the condition' I assure you that I will pay you'-" "No! You've been saying that from the past f**k'n 5 months and I'm not waiting for the damn money that you owe us! I said 2 days. 2 days and if I don't have my money then you'll see the consequences!" Arnav roared in his office. I don't have any money ASR but I give you my daughter......

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6 Being his mistress

Khushi looked up at the clock. It was practically 1 AM and Arnav still hadn't arrived. After thinking the whole day, she thought of just forgetting all the crap between her and Arnav. And she knew he'd be pretty ticked off to, so she knew how to exactly how to calm this wild creature.

At exactly 1 AM sharp, the door clicked open. In came Arnav, tired out. He went into his room and took off his suit jacket. He loosened his tie and was about to take it off when he heard a sound.

Clack! Clack!

Arnav turned to the sound and gawked as he stared at Khushi as she came in wearing a strapless black romper, with a pink lace bow right at her cleavage. She had a pair of matching shorts - cheeky shorts to be exact.

As Khushi came closer to him, Arnav felt the twitch down there. She stopped right before him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Aren't you really late," Khushi said flirtatiously.

"That I am."

"For a second I thought I would go to bed tonight cold and alone."

"You won't have to."

"I'm hoping so."

The two looked at each other a few seconds and then Arnav sealed her lips with his. He held her waist and pulled her into him as Khushi ruffled his hair. She traveled her hands down and pushed his jacket off and then charged at his waistcoat. Arnav continued to kiss her as Khushi discarded it, his shirt following.

Khushi pulled away and grabbed him by his tie and guided him back to the bed as he looked at her without a word.

Every time they did it, he felt like he was in paradise. He had been with numerous women, wealthy, classy and whatever status he had bagged, but most of all he felt the urge to be with Khushi only. She was so seductive, challenging, but an innocent fury always adored her eyes. Something in her blue eyes screamed of an unknown secret.

Khushi turned him to have his back face the bed, removed his tie, and then pushed him back, making him fall back. Arnav just looked at her as she straddled him, looking as dominating as ever.

Leaning in, Khushi kissed him seductively, giving him numerous love bites, Arnav groaning through it all.

~Tammy

Khushi had her head laid on Arnav's chest as she regained her breath. She felt a soft smile spread on her lips as she felt his finger poke in her belly-button, playing and fiddling with it making her almost giggle.

Arnav had his eyes shut, relaxing, when his phone rang. His eyes slowly opened and looked at the ground. His phone was right there and he picked it up and looked at it.

It was Lavanya.

She looked at him with disbelief written in her eyes as he talked in his ever-so-gentlemanly way with some woman on the phone, the words that she heard made her feel numb.

No! Why was she feeling this?

"W..what are you..you are.." She couldn't even complete her sentence, bunching the sheets close to her chest she blinked fervently as he looked at her once, his gaze softening before he told her everything..

Dead.

Khushi felt dead, once again.

Why is life so hard?

Why does everyone she feels a connection with goes away from her?

She looked down at her feet, that were lost somewhere in the caramel silk sheets. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to react before he got up, coming forth her as she continued looking down numbly before she felt his hand slid down her jaw, caressing her nape making an unwanted feeling fill her up..

"I'm going to have to have you as my mistress even after my marriage with Lavanya cause-"

"No."

Arnav looked at her, his hand coming off her cheek. "Excuse me?"

Khushi got up, eyes filled with fury, tears flowing down.

"NO!"

He looked at her confusedly; he had never seen her in tears.

She looked at him once more, not knowing what to say. Ashamed of herself for crying, for tearing up for someone before going past him and leaving the room.

"You know Angel what hurts the most? It hurts when you start feeling something in the moments you spend with someone. When you start feeling like this is where in life the hope starts'but...then it breaks. Along with the self-esteem'.I don't know why I reacted that way'. Why I am hurt by him being with someone else. I just hate myself for feeling anything. I know he is not to be blamed'.I am nothing'."

-Khushi

Khushi stopped, not being able to jot another word on the paper, the pen rested on it.

She had lost her senses.

She had been shattered so many times that she cannot feel any other emotion flow through her mind anymore. Nothing but hate...questions.

She wiped her tears, wetting her lips as her eyes stung coz of the deprivation of sleep before she got up and clenched her jaw.

She needed some answers.

~Vani

Khushi came out and found Arnav by the fireplace. He seemed completely normal and chill, drinking his scotch from the crystal glass. She took a deep breath to keep herself calm and walked towards him. Arnav had felt her presence but didn't say anything.

When she reached him, she asked "why are you doing this to your fianc?"

"I don't care," he said casually, and he took a sip. "Why do you care? You're a wh*re right?"

Khushi was taken aback. She couldn't believe he had just used the "w" word. That too to explain her! Hot tears came streaming down her cheek, but Khushi refused to cry, and she angrily wiped her tears away.

"That's not the answer to my question," She tried to say strongly. "And why do you want me after your marriage with her?"

Arnav casually took another sip and sat down in the leather chair. "I have two lives Khushi'. Too complex for anyone to understand'. Besides, where would you go?"

Arnav thought of how his stepfather had slapped her. The image of that scared him slightly, scared of what Khushi would do after him. Would she easily leave him? Would she go to another man? The thought of it-

"I will become independent..I can have a life outside this bed.."

Arnav looked up from his glass and looked at her. "What?"

"You heard me. I'll become independent." She pointed her finger at him. "I can't be this way only.." and she left the room.

Arnav watched her as she left, but then shook his head. He knew she was just bluffing.

But boy was he wrong.

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