𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓼 [*Complete*]

Ch. 18 ⭐

Khushi winced as a sharp headache jolted her awake from her slumber. Blinking her eyes open, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom, which immediately startled her. With a gasp, she sat up abruptly, only to be met with a wave of dizziness that made her grasp her head in pain. "Oh!" she exclaimed, the throbbing in her temples intensifying with the sudden movement.

The sound of the doorbell drew Khushi's attention, causing her to glance towards the door. To her surprise, another door on the opposite side of the room swung open, revealing a shirtless Arnav. Khushi's eyes widened as she watched him casually stroll over to the room's entrance and answer it. After a few moments, he returned with a trolley.

Arnav looked up at her and smiled, finally noticing that she was awake. "Good morning!" he greeted, reaching for a glass of water and some medicine from the side table. "Here. Take these," he instructed, offering them to her.

Khushi accepted the items but furrowed her brow. "What are these, Arnav ji?" she asked, puzzled.

"Medicine, of course," Arnav replied, with a hint of amusement.

Khushi rolled her eyes. "But why... I mean, what kind of medicine are these? I'm not sick," she pointed out.

A sly smile crept onto Arnav's face as he tilted his head slightly, giving Khushi an intense look. Slowly, he approached the bed where Khushi was seated, his hands resting on either side of her. Khushi's heart raced, and she found herself leaning backward as Arnav leaned closer, his captivating gaze causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. With each centimeter that separated their lips, Khushi closed her eyes, anticipation coursing through her.

But instead of a kiss, Arnav's lips brushed against her earlobe as he whispered seductively, "My darling Khushi, if you don't take these medicines now... your chances of conceiving are almost 99.9%."

Khushi's eyes snapped open in surprise as she processed his words. Giving him a puzzled look, she watched as he moved away and offered the medicines to her once more.

"Huh?! C-Conceive?" Khushi stammered, her confusion evident.

Arnav simply wiggled his eyebrows in response before gesturing towards her. Frowning, Khushi looked down at herself and gasped in shock, especially when she took a peek under the blanket she was sitting under. The last thing she remembered she was wearing a saree, but now she was clad in only a black shirt. Her mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened.

"Why am I..." Khushi began, her voice trailing off as the memory of Arnav's earlier words flooded back. "We... Did we?" she asked, her distress evident in her voice. As someone who didn't believe in premarital sex, she was deeply troubled by the situation.

"Hmm... now take these medicine," Arnav instructed, attempting to steer the conversation away from the awkward moment.

Khushi mechanically took the medicine, still reeling from the realization of what might have occurred. Then, as the gravity of the situation sank in, she began to cry uncontrollably. Arnav, who had been teasing her moments before, felt a pang of panic shoot through him as he watched her cry bitterly.

"Arrey Khushi, why are you crying like this?" Arnav's voice was concerned as he tried to soothe her.

"You're so bad, Arnav ji. How could you do this with me? You know I don't believe in premarital sex. Yet, you crossed that line without even asking for my consent. Don't you understand how important consent is?" Khushi's words were a mixture of scolding and sadness, her tears flowing freely.

Arnav was taken aback by her accusations. "Khushi, please, calm down. It's not what you think. I was only joking, nothing more. I didn't do anything with you, I promise. And I didn't change your clothes either. I just handed my shirt to a female hotel staff member who helped you change. Please, believe me. I would never disrespect your boundaries." His tone was urgent, pleading for her to understand.