Accepting Reality ✔️

Part 12 - The Leaks

As their lips parted, Arnav whispered, "We will make tonight unforgettable, but for now let me give you the rewards of being a good girl, my baby!"

Khushi nodded, her heart was pounding. She had to play this game skilfully, ensuring her own survival in the complex web of power and desire she had become entangled in. Arnav released her from the chair while unbuttoning her shirt. Soon she stood beside him only in her lacy red lingerie. He picked her up effortlessly in his arms and laid her on the couch. Coming on top of her, Arnav slid down her panties as he began kissing her neck and shoulders. A series of jolts coursed through Khushi, making her throat dry. Arnav's lips moved down her body, kissing a path from her temple to stomach, and lower still. He paused, taking in the sight of her, before finally lowering his mouth to eat and suck her down there. His tongue was tasting her, and Khushi cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure but her mind clouded with thoughts. Soon he pushed himself inside her, singing her praises. "You are a drug Khushi, I will never get satiated with you! You have made me an addict with your beautiful, beautiful body." Khushi tried to blush as much as she could, at least he was addicted to her. Once satisfied, they washed up and he helped her get dressed but didn't let her leave his cabin. Arnav sat on his chair and made Khushi sit in his lap while he wrapped his hands around her stomach. He asked her if she feels good to which she just kissed his lips softly. He huskily whispered in her ear that they would continue it tonight at her penthouse, but for now, he had work to do, and she should concentrate on the fashion show.

As the London fashion show approached, Khushi was a bundle of nerves. This was the moment she had been working towards, the culmination of countless hours of hard work. She was ready to showcase her talent on an international stage and prove to everyone, that she deserved the position of Creative Head of Design. Two days before the show, Khushi had arrived in London. She had a packed schedule, with last-minute fittings, rehearsals, and meetings with her team to ensure everything was perfect. Arnav was scheduled to arrive late tonight, and the thought of seeing him again filled her with a mix of longing and anxiety. She wanted to impress him, this was her chance to solidify her place in both the fashion world and Arnav's life. 

She was happy that he hadn't taken any actions regarding their incriminating video. The evidence of his deceit was her ace in the hole, and she knew it gave her the upper hand. The proof she held was her shield and her weapon alike. Khushi checked into Arnav's luxurious suite and took a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view of the city skyline. "Time to shine" she whispered to herself. Khushi's thoughts drifted to Arnav. Their relationship had been complicated, filled with passion, power struggles, and unspoken promises. She decided it was time to fuel Arnav's addiction. Also, it was to calm herself down, the stress of the fashion show weighed heavily upon her. Even though her relationship with Arnav was a whirlwind of deceits and lies, his presence soothed her. Since the first time, she fell into his arms in that fashion show in Lucknow something about him just gave her peace. As Arnav landed in London he received a picture message from Khushi of her bare body lying on his hotel bed. She had carefully captured it showing off her body and just her lips in sheer need. She captioned it "Need you ASAP", he smirked throughout his journey to the hotel. She truly refreshed him, thought Arnav. Two hours later they both were lying in each other's arms talking about the upcoming fashion show.

On the day of the fashion show, Khushi oversaw the final touches on her designs, worked closely with the models to perfect their looks, and coordinated with the production team to ensure the show ran smoothly. Every detail mattered, and Khushi's meticulous nature served her well. As she walked through the bustling backstage area, she thought back to the countless hours spent designing, stitching, and perfecting each garment. But unbeknownst to Khushi, a sinister plot was being hatched behind her back.