Arnav Singh Raizada was known throughout the land. He was the richest of the land and owned practically all of it. Not only was he the richest, but he was also the most powerful person in the land. Many people worked below him, as he owned many fields, where the poor worked for him. He was called Malik throughout the land because everyone thought of him as the owner of their land.
But not only was he known for his money and power, but for his looks as well. Many women have tried their best to flirt with him, but not one has succeeded. Their mothers would try to talk to the Raizada family, but they would never succeed in getting their daughter married to him.
It was the night of the annual harvest, when the town would celebrate a year of hard work in planting and would now begin the harvest. It was being held at the Raizada Estate, where the rich were celebrating, while the poor were given food and were preparing for the hard work they would be facing the day after.
Arnav was with his friends, having fun, when one of his friends made him drink. Arnav normally didn't drink unless there's an occasion or if he's angry, so he didn't object. But this time, Arnav had drank a bit more than usual. After the festivity ended, Arnav continued to drink in his chamber. He called one of his men and told them to find him a girl, and they did as their Malik said.
He got up and was about to get another bottle, when his men came back with a girl in hand, her hands tied and face covered with a black bag. They pushed her down and she fell to the floor. Arnav took a new bottle out and filled up his glass as he went over to her.
His workers had her held down, forcing her too kneel. They held her hands back as she tried to struggle free. Arnav bent down to his knees, balancing properly, and took a sip of his drink, then pulled the bag off of her head.
Her hair was covering her face and before Arnav could even move it away, the girl tossed her hair back, revealing her face. Arnav couldn't help but to stare at the girl- no, woman, in amazement. She was nicely pale, rosy cheeked, chocolate eyed, and her lips were plump pink.
"Release her," he simply said.
A worker took out a pocket knife and cut the rope, letting her hands free. Arnav motioned them to leave, being careful to make sure that the woman didn't escape, but the girl didn't move. When her hands were set free, she simply placed them on her thighs and didn't move at all when the workers left. The door shut and the woman only looked from the corner of her eyes when it did. She looked back at Arnav, her face confident.
Arnav held her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "What is your name," he asked.
"Khushi."
"Khushi? Meaning happy?"
"Yes."
Arnav smirked. "Happy? And that too for a poor girl like you?"
"I may be poor, but that doesn't mean I can't be happy."
"Really? Many girls at your age desire so many things. You can't even turn to someone and ask."
"That may be Malik, but I don't have any desires."
"Is that so?"
She nodded. "I know my conditions and the conditions around me. I'm not a beggar like those rich girls."
"A beggar?"
"Yes, a beggar. They're nothing but selfish, asking for anything their heart desires."
Arnav cocked his eyebrow and then stood up. "Get up."
She did as he said and looked at him.
"Come," he motioned with his finger and she followed behind him.
Arnav walked over to the grand fireplace, two lion heads carved from stone at each side, and pressed down on one, revealing a secret passage. He led the way, down through the passage, Khushi following quietly from behind. The end of the passage led to a room and Khushi stared in amazement.
"What is this place," she asked, taking in her surroundings.
"This is my private room. No one knows about it and I use this room not that often."
"And why not?"
"No occasion."
He turned to fill up his glass and Khushi just looked at him questioningly.
"Why did you bring me here," she asked.
Arnav smirked. "Are you questioning me?"
"I have patience, which is why I'm asking you this now and not earlier. So I repeat, why did you bring me here?"
Arnav turned to face her. "Because today I've got an occasion."
Khushi could see lust forming in his eyes and she smirked.
"Why are you smiling," Arnav asked. "You should be fearing me-"
"Why should I?"
She walked over to him and pushed him back, him landing on a lounger.
"You dare to-"
"Ssh…"
Khushi placed her fingers on his lips and sat on top of him.
Arnav looked at her in shock and confusion. "What are you-"
"Please Malik. It would be better if you didn't talk."
"What-"
He didn't finish because she placed her lips over his. She let go, then pulled back.
"Malik, if this was what you wanted from the start, why didn't you say anything before? I have no objections."
"You don't-"
"Absolutely not."
She got up and went over to the candles, then blew them all out, the moonlight lighting up the room from the window. Arnav sat up as she went from candle to candle and stared at her in amazement. She went back to him, sat down on his lap, and placed her arms around his neck.
"Do what you want to me Malik," and she moved to his ears and whispered. "I won't stop you."
He moved her and made her lie down, and moved on top of her. He placed his lips over her's and sucked on her lip and he explored her mouth with his tongue. He moved to her neck and sucked on her flesh and then bit into it. Her grip tightened on him as he continued to nibble on her neck. He moved back up to her lips and kissed her crazily. Khushi had already managed to unbutton his shirt and he came up and threw it off. He continued to kiss her and she held onto him. She tossed him off and sat on top of him, pinning his hands back. She kissed him and then moved to his neck and sucked on his flesh and then bit down. She got up and picked up the bottom of her raggy dress and pulled it off over her head, revealing her body.
The sight of her body made Arnav hungry for her and he tossed her over and bit her breast, not exactly at the nipple. She tugged on his hair, wanting him to stop the torture, as he ran his tongue down her cleavage. He moved to the other breast and bit it, this time closer to the nipple.
"Malik…"
Khushi tried to hold back her moans but this time she couldn't. This sent a spark through Arnav and he was even more hungry for her. He took her breast in his mouth and licked it and bit it, Khushi's grip in his hair tightening.
"Aaaahh! Malik…"
He liked how she would cry out and did the same with the other breast.
She moaned. "Ohhh… Malik…"
He moved down to her stomach and licked and nipped it. Khushi continued to tug on his hair and cried out and he moved back up to face her. Her breathing was really fast and her chest was heaving up and down. He kissed her and she let go first.
"Malik," she whispered as she caught her breath, and he kissed her again. "Will you," she said in between kisses, "love… me?"
Arnav stopped right there and pulled on her hair. It hurt her and she cried out in pain.
"Aah! Malik-"
"Shut up! Remember one thing peasant! You're nothing more than my bitch!"
