The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty Four

The city was shining brightly outside, as the lights of the skyscrapers illuminated the clear night sky. Snow was melting slightly, just like how my heart was. After Arnav's... actions, he had gone to the bathroom to wash up and take a shower. I laid still in bed, completely shocked. 

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Etta, saying that dinner was ready and I managed to get my voice back and said that I would be right down. Etta left and I got up and picked up my clothes from the floor. I looked at my bags and knew I would have to unpack them, so i went out and entered Arnav's walk-in closet from the other side and left everything in there.

Taking the private elevator down, i entered the kitchen. Etta had dinner ready and placed. I sat down and got my plate. I didn't eat, and just sat there quietly, zoned off, until Arnav came in. When he sat down and began to dig in, I did as well. We both were quiet and we just ate.

*~*

That night, I did sleep in Arnav's room. He had gone off to bed and had fallen asleep instantly. I simply laid there, facing the other way, remembering back to how he had acted with me an hour or so ago. It was just to much of a surprise. I mean he had never acted like that before. Ever! He was always so loving and caring.... Not even just in bed, but as a person. And now he's....

A tear escaped my eyes and I quickly wiped it away and sniffled. Arnav turned slightly behind me and I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I held onto the slab of the sink and looked in the mirror. Another tear had escaped, and I quickly wiped it away. 

I refuse to cry. I knew from the start that there was something about Arnav. Something secretive about him. I knew from the day I met him that he had some baggage, so I shouldn't break down now. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was down and weak, and I refused to be that. I've gone through problems before, and if I could hold myself up then, then I can do it now. I washed my face and dried it with one of the towels and stood up straight and strong. I will do whatever it takes to "cure" Arnav.

Even if that means his crazy fuckery.

And then the next morning... well....

*~*

Arnav woke up and noticed that Khushi wasn't there. He got up and looked around the room but she wasn't there. Not even in the gallery or bathroom. 

She must've left.

After washing up, Arnav headed down and saw Khushi making breakfast. Arnav looked at her confusedly. She's making breakfast? Even after what had happened the night before? She's still here? But....

Arnav leaned against the counter and watched Khushi. 

She doesn't seem to be in pain....

"Khushi are you okay," he asked.

Khushi looked up. "Um... I feel... slightly sore...."

Arnav smirked. "Bound to happen," and he sat down at the table.

"You seem to know a lot about sex," Khushi said, not looking at him, placing his mug of coffee down.

Arnav chuckled as he took a sip. "A lot is an understatement."

Khushi came around and placed Arnav's breakfast down. Arnav began to eat and Khushi drank some OJ. Khushi wanted to ask something, but didn't know if she should. In the end, she decided to.

"So what were your past relationships like," Khushi asked.

Arnav stopped his mug from reaching his lips halfway. He looked up at Khushi. "Do you really wanna know?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav placed his mug down. "Well... I used to have wild sex. I would... go all out, and the girls did the same, that is, if I told them to."

Khushi was beginning to regret asking her question.

"And if I were stressed," he continued, "I would need sex immediately to let it out. So, if I needed to, I would pay for it."

"But why do you do it," Khushi asked, looking up at him.

Arnav's expression fell. "You don't need to know," he simply said, yet with a coldness to his voice.

But Khushi didn't hear it. "I don't understand; why not?"

Arnav stood up abruptly, surprising Khushi, making her stand up. "Do you not understand English," Arnav asked, approaching her like a predator approaches its prey. "You don't need to fucking know!"

Khushi was near the island. "But why?"

Arnav got mad and pushed her harshly back against the island. 

"Ah! Arnav-"

"Listen to me, and listen to me very carefully Ms. Khushi Kumari Gupta..."

Khushi looked up at him wide eyed, really scared by the evil stare he was giving her.

"Do not ask why when I told you not to ask. If you continue to go against what I say, then I will fuck you every time you ask."

Yet for some reason, Khushi ignored it.

"Why," Khushi whispered.

And Arnav's temper rose even more. He picked Khushi up and laid her back on the island. Khushi yelped in surprise and was about to sit up, when she felt Arnav shove her skirt up.

"Arnav what are you-?"

Khushi could say no more because Arnav dived his mouth right in to that spot, making Khushi yelp.

"Ah! Arnav," Khushi exclaimed.

Arnav continued for his own pleasure, Khushi still crying out, though she had gotten lost in pleasure, cursing herself for being responsive. She grabbed onto his hair tightly and fisted it, but Arnav didn't stop. Instead, he entered his finger, making Khushi yelp once more. 

Arnav came up and looked at Khushi, while still moving his finger in and out of her. "Don't ever ask me again," he breathed, and put in another finger. "Is that understood?"

Khushi was about to hit her climax and just as she was about to, Arnav withdrew and left her, walking out of the room. 

*~*

I gasped for air, my eyes wide and I stared up at the ceiling. My breath choked up in my throat as I heard Arnav on the phone as he looked through one of the closets. His voice became smaller and smaller, and I heard the door being slammed shut. At the sound of it, I snapped back to earth and quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. I shut the lid of the toilet seat and sat on top of it. Within seconds, tears broke free and I cried, covering my face with my hands. 

What happened?! What happened to the Arnav I met?! What happened to the Arnav I knew?! Why is this happening?! Why is he like this?! 

I cried even more and I don't even know how long I was in there. But I knew it must've been sometime because Etta had knocked on the door and asked if I was okay.

I wiped my tears away. "I'd like to be alone," I simply said.

"Okay," and she left.

I got up and washed up. I splashed cold water on my face and looked up at my reflection. My eyes were puffy and red, my face expressionless. I turned to wipe my face with the towel and quickly got out of the bathroom, walking straight past Etta. I went up to our room and locked the door and sat on the bed.

As I sat on the bed, I realized that there must be something to it. And I'm positive of it because a man cannot go from full-hearted to... an animal. There must be something to why Arnav does what he does. 

And I will find out.