The cover was removed from Khushi's face and she tried to adjust to the light, her squinting. She realized that she was in Arnav's private room and Arnav was at the window, drinking. He went back over to her and held her face hard, forcing her mouth into and 'o' shape.
"You know, you're really sexy for a peasant," Arnav said, looking down at her, and then releasing her.
"Well it isn't a sin to be poor and pretty."
"Ah, no my dear. Pretty isn't the word. You're sexy," he said, pulling her in by the waist.
"Why thank you Malik. I didn't know you could be so kind."
He pulled her in closer. "Don't. Push. Me."
Khushi smirked. "And if I do? What will you do?"
He pulled on her sari and unraveled it, revealing her body to him. He pushed her back on his bed and came on top of her and kissed her hard. When he let go, he licked his lips, tasting blood.
"This is what I'll do to you," Arnav sneered.
"Do it to me more Malik. Do more!"
Arnav kissed her again and then trailed down to her neck and bit down hard.
"Aaah! Malik… do it more!"
He ran his lips over to the other side and bit hard there.
"Aahhh! Malik…"
He wanted her at that moment. Khushi tugged at his shirt and unbuttoned it. He came up and got rid of his shirt and Khushi helped him get out of his pants and then he entered her.
"Malik…"
He thrusted in and out of her and she gripped onto him tightly. He kissed her and then moved down to her breasts and left love bites there.
"Malik… please…"
He slowed down and bit down harder on her breast and she gripped onto him.
"Malik… please… faster…"
He listened and thrusted in and out of her.
"Harder…"
And he did.
"Harder…"
And so he did. He didn't know why he was listening to her, but he did. He wanted to please her and that was all her could care about. He kissed her, but passionately this time. For once, Khushi responded and kissed him back. They continued to kiss while Arnav thrusted in and out of her.
Once it was all over, Arnav held onto Khushi as she slept in his arms. Arnav couldn't help but look at her.
She looks so beautiful in her sleep, he thought. So peaceful. So-
He stopped himself. He couldn't believe that he was thinking of a peasant this way. Him, Arnav Singh Raizada, and a peasant? Never!
Khushi squirmed and woke up. "Malik?"
Arnav pushed her away and he got up. "Get out."
"What-"
"I said GET OUT!"
Khushi jumped up and she grabbed her sari. She quickly draped it over her and left, without a sound. Arnav watched as she left and he couldn't believe what was going on with him. Him? And a peasant?! NEVER!
