Coerced Alliance: Chapter 27

Writer's Comments

Well this is a very emotional chapter. I hope you like it. It explains a lot. 

Love,

Mishty

Chapter 27

It was late at night when they were still touching, fondling each other. Arnav’s hands were on her back, making patterns while their feet were entwined together. It was the most peaceful thing that they had ever experienced. Words did not have to be spoken at that time. They understood each other just by their touch.

Soon Arnav’s hand curved around Khushi’s waist and circled her navel, suggestively. Khushi let out a giggle.

What? asked Arnav.

That tickles! She whispered.

Well, it’s not my fault that you are ticklish! He said, rubbing her skin more. He brought her closer with his other hand. His hands traveled down from her back to her derriere, giving it a slight squeeze. Khushi gasped. His hands were there.

He was watching Khushi’s expressions with great interest. When she gasped, the smirk was back on his face, his eyes shining with mirth. Khushi felt embarrassed. She was turning red by the second. She tried to wiggle out of his hold. His eyes widened in shock.

How could he not realise this before? All those nights they had spent in Italy.

He didn't realise, because he spent too much time thinking about her, missing the obvious.

That was she was so soft!

Khushi, you are not wearing a bra! It was a statement. A statement which shocked Khushi to the core, at this man’s audacity. If her cheeks were red before, they were flaming red now. She gave him a push and rolled to her side. She spent to seconds trying to form a witty answer, but nothing came to her mind.

Um, Arnav, I can’t sleep with my bra on! No woman wears a bra at night! She said that and she turned away from him on her side and pretended to sleep.

Arnav wanted to chuckle so badly but seeing his wife embarrassed and angry, he held it in. He didn't mean to offend her in anyway. He was just stating the obvious. He turned to her side, and pulled her back against him, his strong calves trapping hers while his hand was acting like an iron grip against her waist. His hands were inside her kurti, and rested on her small waist. Khushi tried to move away from him but couldn’t. She was a trapped prisoner.

Khushi! I didn't mean to embarrass you! To be honest, I will be okay with you wearing nothing as well! He said chucking.

I want you to be as comfortable as you want, he said. He slowly turned her around and gently kissed her on the cheek reassuring her that he was just joking and teasing her. Khushi smiled seeing him chuckle. It was the most precious sound that she had heard until now. She wanted to savor this moment, so badly.

She turned more into him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

Tell me about her, she whispered.

Arnav didn't pretend to not understand what she meant. His eyes darkened. He got up with her, turned the light on and sat against the headboard, pulling her in between his legs so she sat with her back against his chest. His arms snaked around her waist. His head buried in her shoulder, inhaling her floral scent.

He was dreading this story but he knew to move on with his life, he would tell her. He would tell her the truth, from the beginning.

Why he was ASR and not Arnav?

Why didn't he used to believe in love?

Why his anger always got the better of him?

Why he used to spend the days working his ass off?

He would tell her his story. She had the right to know.

Khushi when I was 14, I saw my mother suicide when my Di, was taking her nuptial rounds. I was going to call her when someone told me that they saw her go up to the terrace. When I got there, I saw her jumping off the terrace. I was too late. I couldn’t save her. I stood there, not knowing what to do. My Di, was just about to get up to do the 7 rounds around the holy fire, when I arrived to inform her. I was just about to inform her when we all heard the gun-shot so we ran towards the room.

That day, I lost two of my parent’s khushi. It was later we found out that my father had a mistress, when my mother found out, she went to ask him, why he did this? Why did he need to do this? She couldn’t take the stress Khushi, so she committed suicide and my fucking father; he committed suicide after realizing his mistake. He couldn’t take the fact that our mother committed suicide because of him.

That day, I realized that my mother loved my father but all she got in return was unfaithfulness from him. From that day on-wards  no-one in this house take his name. My sister’s wedding was called off due to this. Our uncle chucked us out, wanting the property. At that tender age Khushi, me and my sister had become homeless. It was Mami, Mama & Nani who took us in. They provided us a shelter, food, clothing. That was what selflessness was Khushi. Mama worked day and night so we could go to college. Mami sold her jewellery so we could buy books, Nani sold her land so we could have buy food, afford electricity in the house and heating.

I soon recovered from my loss and went to College to study, earn back everything we lost. I owed my life to this family. No-one would do this much. Akash soon started to call me, bhai. I liked that. Di, soon recovered as well, and helped around the house. Time was tough. That was when I met Sameera. Initially we became friends, and we then started to date. She was a quiet girl and that was why we used to get along. Then I thought that I was in love with her, and so I proposed to her. The family liked her, expect Nani.

Nani used to say that this girl had no manners, no decorum as to how to respect elders. Sameera was a modern girl and used to dress that way. I had no problem with that. Soon we got engaged. It was 4 days to the wedding when I wanted to give her a surprise, so I went to her house without telling her. Her door was unlocked. I opened it slightly to see Sameera kissing another guy. He was well suited. She was two-timing on both of us.

It was then I realized  she might like me but she loves money more. She was with him, only for the money. That was when I went inside and just slapped her and told her that it was all over. The other guy was shocked too and then left the apartment angry. I too left – throwing the ring in her face.

That was the second thing – I realized  That money and power was everything. If you had that, people would fawn at your feet. I worked my life my ass off trying to re-establish everything. I named the company in my mother’s name. She was a Raizada while my father was a malik. I bought back everything, Mami’s jewellery, Nani’s land. We bought a bigger house and shifted there. I got them every bit of luxury that they could even think of. I guess that was my way of re-paying them back.

This was why I never believed in love Khushi, because the only love I had seen destroys you. I became ASR while pushing myself into more work. Yes there were girls but only for flings. They meant nothing. Girls to me were nothing, until you came into my life. You are mine Khushi! Only mine!

Don’t you dare leave me because without you I am ASR, not Arnav.

Khushi couldn’t take any of his words anymore. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She turned around in his arms and sealed his lips with hers. Their tongues dueled in a battle where only their love would win. Her hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer. They soon stopped.

I will never leave you! I am only yours! said Khushi.

That was the only thing that needed to be said.

Arnav brought her closer and kissed her on her forehead. They soon slept together, cuddling each other, waiting for the next morning.