Harvest Moon

Chapter 18

"You look beautiful!" Arnav whispered to her, his eyes trained on her lips that was painted bright red to match her dress. She had tied up her hair in a messy side bun. Her ears were adorned with the solitaire diamond earrings he had gifted her.

"Thank you." Khushi smiled as she moved her eyes over him.

Arnav wore a one button suit in black, with a black shirt and a black tie. His long hair was combed back and set with gel but an errant strand fell upon his forehead giving him the rakish charm she adored so much.

But she was not going to tell him that.

"You have a beautiful — hotel." She said looking at the tastefully done interiors of the hotel.

Arnav's eyes were drawn to the delicate lines of her shoulders and down to the swells of her breasts visible above her neckline and he was suddenly assailed by a sensation of jealousy as he imagined how many other men were going to see her like this.

"Khushi?" He said before he could stop himself, "Are you sure you are comfortable in this dress?"

"Of course I am," Khushi said, "Why? Doesn't this dress look good on me?"

"It's not that—" Arnav hesitated, "it's just that —" He didn't know how to continue.

Khushi realized what Arnav was trying to say. "You should have thought of that before sending those dresses for me." She said sharply.

"Actually I didn't —" Arnav said, "This morning I mentioned to Sheetal that I wanted to buy something for you and she offered to have some dresses sent over."

"Sheetal sent these?" Her anger rose but she managed to hide it. "How did you she know my size?"

"I told her." Arnav said with confidence as his eyes swept over her.

"Oh," Khushi couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks. "I think I will go and get myself a drink. I am really thirsty. " As she walked away from him, Arnav began to follow her and his eyes grew wider when he saw her back.

Her dress was almost backless except for a thin chain at the centre of her back. The waistband of her skirt lay dangerously low on her small of her back.

In spite of having moved with women who dressed in more revealing clothes, he had never ever felt this possessive before in his life. Clearing his head off such unwanted thoughts, Arnav joined her at the bar counter.

As Khushi sipped on some water, Arnav clasped her hand. "Come on, I want you to meet a few people." He led her to a group who were seated on a sofa nursing a drink in their hands.

"There you are!" A tall woman stood up and leaned in to kiss Arnav on his cheek.

Arnav placed a hand on hers shoulder and stopped her. "Sheetal!" He smiled at her and then turned toward the group of people. "Let me introduce you to Khushi — my wife." He looked at Khushi.

Sheetal was a tall woman with a dusky complexion. She wore a black halter neck shift dress with a plunging neckline. The snug fitting dress was thigh length showing off a good length of her legs. With four-inch pointed heels she was dressed to kill.

It will be such a big shock for her to see the fashion designer who is no less than a model herself

Khushi remembered the words she had heard in the afternoon.

"Nice to meet you finally!" Sheetal's tone was slightly high pitched as she held out her hand.

Khushi took the hand in hers. "Same here," She smiled back at the older woman.