The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Forty Two

All was well as the days passed. Arnav started to open up more and he'd share moments of his past. He even watched the old VHS tapes with Khushi down in the media room, his blanky by his side. Now and then, Arnav would get emotional, but Khushi was always there to support him.

A couple of days had passed and Khushi was putting away some of Arnav's clothes (after begging Etta to let her do some work) when her phone dinged. She took it out of her back pocket to see that Arnav had texted her:

Thought of you all day

Can't wait to see you when I get home

;)

Khushi smiled shyly. Geez, I feel like newlywed-bride-! A bride?! Me?

Khushi thought for a moment, picturing herself in wedding attire, making pheras with Arnav.

Oh my... that would be....

Khushi shook the image away and continued to put Arnav's suits away.

My mind wanders off to much, Khushi blushed. Finish school and get a job - then think about marriage stupid, she scolded at herself.

She finished up with her work and glanced at the clock. In about ten minutes, Arnav would be home. He had a dinner conference with some company which Khushi had no idea about. As much as Arnav had wanted to cancel it, Khushi had told him that work came first and that it was okay if she ate alone now and then. Of course, Arnav got fussy like a little kid, but Khushi knew how to handle him.

Hmm... hope he doesn't act childish when he gets home. A small grin grew on her face. My baby.

Khushi glanced at the clock once more and then an idea came to her head.

I know!

*~*

"Angel, I'm home," Arnav called out.

He came walking through the gallery and into his room and rooted himself to the floor. His jaw dropped as he gaped at Khushi, who was in the corner, on her knees, legs spread, hands on her thighs, head bowed down, completely naked.

"Angel what are you..." but Arnav was too shocked.

Khushi looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I want to play," she said softly.

Arnav stayed quiet, pursing his lips.

"Please baby?"

But Arnav was unsure.

"I trust you."

Arnav shut his eyes, letting her words go through him.

"Please?"

Arnav opened his eyes and came down to the floor. "I... angel, I'm not sure if I want to do this now."

"Why," Khushi asked, feeling somewhat sad.

"Right now... I just don't want to do it."

"I don't understand," Khushi said softly.

"Khushi, you're my girlfriend," Arnav said, cupping her face. "You're not my submissive - there's a difference."

"But there are so many people out there who have girlfriends that are their submissives. Even married couples, some wives are submissives."

"I know-"

"Then why?"

Arnav looked down for a moment. "I don't trust myself."

Khushi gasped. "Arnav that's not good."