The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Thirty Three

Arnav looked himself down one last time. It was the night of that stupid party and Arnav really didn't want to go for... certain reasons, let's just say. But him not showing up would be a sign of weakness and Arnav Singh Raizada refused to appear weak. Above all, he refused to appear scared.

Removing invisible lint off of his navy blue Burberry suit, he walked out of the dressing room and headed down to Khushi's room. He hadn't spoken to Khushi since their encounter earlier in the day. But a small part of him had hope, and it went as far enough to have gotten a room at the hotel, not only giving him access from getting away from the party whenever he desired to, but to hopefully have a moment with Khushi.

Arnav was about to stride into her room, but he stopped. He knew better, knowing that Khushi would not like him barging into her room, especially after what he had done.

Arnav looked down and frowned. It puzzled him; he had noticed that he was changing. The Arnav Singh Raizada he once was, was definitely different than the Arnav Singh Raizada now. He hadn't even realized his change until recently, but he knew one thing - it was all because of Khushi.

And maybe, just maybe, it might be because-

Khushi's door opened and out came Khushi. Arnav looked up and was stunned. Khushi looked absolutely beautiful, not to mention sexy, in her yellow sari. But Arnav wasn't the only one ogling - Khushi ogled Arnav down like there was no tomorrow.

"I didn't realize you were ready," Khushi said once she snapped back.

"Doesn't take as much time as it does for you," he lightly smirked.

Khushi rolled her eyes. "Us girls can take as much time as we want. Problem?"

Arnav smiled. "Absolutely not."

Khushi squinted her eyes. "Making fun of me, are you?"

Arnav raised his hands up, gesturing his innocence. "Absolutely not."

"Hmm... now let's go."

Arnav bowed. "After you, my love."

Arnav froze as the words left his mouth, as well as Khushi, who had already started to head towards the stairs. Arnav wondered why he had said that and Khushi couldn't believe her own ears. But knowing him, she knew not to think that he meant it when he said my love, and she continued to walk away. Arnav on the other hand, stood in place. Did he really just call her my love?

Coming back to reality, Arnav went downstairs, finding Khushi in the kitchen. She was drinking wine and Arnav wondered why. Going over to her, he joined her and poured some wine for himself as well.

"Why the sudden need for wine," Arnav asked.

"I'm nervous," Khushi simply replied.

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "Of what?"

Khushi looked at him. "There's going to be so many people there, all big officials, CEO's, etc. I'm scared."

Arnav smiled. "There's nothing to be scared about, Khushi. It'll be fine."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Trust me - it will be. And if there's any way the night will turn to crap...."

Khushi cocked an eyebrow.

Arnav shook his head. "Nothing. Just- if something does happen, there's no need to worry because it'll involve something else."

"Like what?"

Arnav finished his drink and placed his glass down. "Me."

Khushi looked at him in confusion but Arnav turned away to put their glasses in the dishwasher. When he turned back, he asked if she was ready to go, Khushi nodding in reply. The two headed out and met Nigel downstairs, and got in the Benz. Through the whole drive, Khushi only wondered about what Arnav had said.