The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Forty Seven

Arnav drove to the CitySpire to drop Khushi off. He drove into the basement garage and called Nigel to let him know that he was here.

"Today was rather interesting," Khushi sighed.

"That's one way of putting it."

Khushi smiled. "Next time, warn me instead of kidnapping me."

Arnav chuckled. "You honestly thought I was being threatened?"

"Yes! I mean why would anyone want to kidnap a nobody like me?"

"You are not a nobody."

"Well then I'm the girlfriend of a loaded guy," Khushi frowned.

Arnav chuckled. "That's one way of putting it."

Khushi reached out and entangled her fingers in his hair. "If anything ever happened to you, or if anyone ever threatened you... the thought of it scares me."

Arnav took her hand and kissed the palm of it. "I'm completely safe angel. No more harm done to me; just the scars of before."

Khushi’s expression saddened. "Arnav," she said softly.

Nigel came into view and Arnav got out of the car. Khushi followed out and joined Arnav by his side. He handed the keys to the BMW back to Nigel.

"I hope Sir's tasks were a success," he said.

Khushi rolled her eyes. "You have no idea."

Arnav chuckled. "The Cadillac?"

"I'll bring it forward," Nigel nodded.

Arnav nodded and Nigel went to get Arnav's car.

Arnav turned to Khushi. "You're in charge of the penthouse's makeover."

Khushi's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I think I heard wrong. It sounded like you said you wanted me in charge of redecorating the penthouse."

"Nope, you heard me correctly," he smiled.

Khushi's jaw dropped. "Me? Why me? It's your place!"

"I want your touch all over it."

That made Khushi smile, not to mention blush a bit.

"I had the penthouse redone when I first bought it to suit the type of person I was. I'm changed man now, so why not let who's influenced me, influence the place?"

Khushi shook her head. "That's sweet Arnav, it really is, but I couldn't even decide what color paint I wanted on my own walls! I had to do eenie meenie miney mo at the hardware store!"

Arnav chuckled. "You'll be fine! The designer has some plans, now you just have to okay it or say to revisit and revise."

Khushi chewed on her lower lip. "Are you sure?"

Arnav kissed her forehead. "Absolutely."

"Okay," Khushi muttered while Arnav's lips lingered on her forehead. "But if it turns out ugly, or you don't like it, you can't blame me."