Contract Commitment ▪︎ARSHI▪︎

•Twelve•

Khushi had asked for this, even somewhat begged for this so they wouldn't lose what they had now. But in yearning for sex to be just that- physical without a tinge of emotion- she never thought a day would come where she wished upon a million stars that he'd be her Arnav again; gentle, kind and loving rather than so switched off to what made them so very them.

Scrunching her eyes shut, she turned her head away from him, fist clenched tight around the sheet and breathing heavy. Opening one eye slowly, she focused on the peeling paint on his door while trying her very best not to see the similarities between the cracking material and her heart in his hands as he climbed slowly upwards and stopped at her hips.

Gulping away the emotion pleading him to wrap her up in his arms instead of hanging over her like a dark entity willing to go to any length to overpower her soul, he spread her legs and lowered his face to beside her knees. Oscar Wilde's words weighed heavy on his shoulders as he crawled his fingers up her thighs, 'Everything in the world is about sex except sex- sex is about power'.

And goddammit, Khushi held power over him.

That was why he had to do it this way, he had to take away what she had over him and gain something over her... if he didn't then he'd surely lose himself in her, but then what would he be when she finally realised he loved her but she didn't love him?

Dust.

And dust was always wiped away, lingering over pieces it longed to have as its own but never fully having the right it prayed for- the right to stay in the light of a new day.

"Arnav" she mewled, eyes wide with unshed tears. He hadn't moved in so long, hadn't even looked her in the eye. Did she disgust him that much? Had she really made a mess she could never clean? "Arnav we don't have to-" the black of his eyes catching her gaze caught her off, causing her breath to hitch at the darkness that swam in the orbs of the man who'd only ever looked at her like he adored her.

Ignoring her words, his eyes shut tight in a grimace. She wanted this, his Khushi wanted this and there was nothing in this world he wouldn't give her if she asked, no matter how much it hurt him to touch her like she was his when her heart so clearly belonged to someone else.

Running the tips of his fingers down her knee to her ankle, he wound her foot sidewards so it sat on the blade of his shoulder, an inch from his jaw that scorched her heel in heat only his lips could soothe. Nuzzling her foot, he dragged her closer by her hips "Open your eyes, Khushi" he knew she was imagining someone else pleasuring her, but he was too selfish to allow her the joy of of picturing him as another man, "I want you to watch me do this" he growled out.

Khushi gasped loudly "Arnav, I" she hissed as his thumb stroked across her pert nipple, "Oh" she moaned, a harsh swallow choking her for a second only to be released in a whisper of his name as his tongue replaced his thumb.

Releasing her breast with a pop, he looked down at the flush on her cheeks devishly. He had done that and he'd do it again, by the time he was done with her he'd ensure the only man she'd ever dream of again was him and only him. Tucking a finger beneath the lace of her underwear, he ripped it away from her skin, throwing it over his shoulder as he bowed lower so his teeth could graze her inner thighs.

"That, that was my favourite" she gulped, breathless as her back arched upwards to allow him better access.

"I'll buy you a hundred more" Arnav smirked into her skin before inhaling the musky scent of her want for him. Tracing a finger over her slick folds, his voice cracked, "Fuck, you're so wet, Khushi" he cupped her jaw, "All for me?" He hadn't meant to sound so needy, but God he was, he always was when it came to her.