Khushi and Arnav had just returned from their honeymoon and were now back in their home. They had brought back several souvenirs and gifts from their trip, and Khushi was excited to unpack them and display them around the house.
As she started to unpack her bags, Arnav sat on the couch, watching her every move. Khushi couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" she finally asked, trying to break the tension.
Arnav shrugged. "I'm just watching you. You look beautiful when you're focused."
Khushi rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at his words. She tried to focus on unpacking, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Arnav was always watching her.
As she started to hang up some of the new decorations they had bought, Arnav walked over to her and took the decoration out of her hand.
"I'll take care of that," he said, his tone firm.
Khushi felt a surge of anger. She had been looking forward to decorating their home together, and now Arnav was trying to take over.
"I can handle it, Arnav," she said, her voice cold. "I don't need you to do everything for me."
Arnav's eyes narrowed. "I'm just trying to help, Khushi. You don't have to do everything yourself."
"I know that," Khushi said, her voice softening. "But I want to do this. I want to decorate our home together."
Arnav sighed and handed the decoration back to her. "Fine. Do whatever you want."
Khushi felt a sense of satisfaction as she continued to decorate. She knew that she couldn't let Arnav control every aspect of their life together. She needed to assert her own independence and make her own choices.
Arnav noticed that Khushi seemed tense and uneasy around him, so he decided to take a different approach. He knew that he couldn't force her to be happy or comfortable around him, but he could try to sweet talk her and make her feel loved.
One evening, as they sat on the couch watching TV, Arnav turned to Khushi and said, "You know, Khushi, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I feel so lucky to have you as my wife."
Khushi looked at him skeptically. She knew that he was trying to win her over with his words, but she wasn't sure if she could trust him.
Arnav sensed her hesitation and continued, "I know that we've had our differences, but I want you to know that I'm committed to making this work. I love you more than anything in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy."
Khushi felt a small twinge of hope in her heart. She knew that Arnav was capable of being kind and loving, but she also knew that he had a tendency to be controlling and manipulative.
Still, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and replied, "I appreciate your words, Arnav. But I need you to understand that I'm not going to be controlled or dominated by you. I'm my own person, and I have my own thoughts and opinions."
Arnav nodded, looking serious. "I understand, Khushi. And I want you to know that I respect you and your independence. I don't want to control you - I just want to love you and make you happy."
Khushi smiled softly, feeling a small glimmer of hope. Maybe Arnav really did care about her, and maybe they could make this work. But she knew that it was going to take a lot of work and patience on both of their parts.
As they cuddled on the couch, watching their favorite TV show, Khushi felt a small sense of peace settle over her. Maybe they weren't perfect, but maybe they could be enough for each other.
Arnav was sitting at the dining table, enjoying his breakfast while Khushi was in the kitchen, preparing his lunch. He knew that Khushi didn't like to be controlled or dominated, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted things done his way, and he wanted Khushi to obey him.
As Khushi brought his lunch to the table, he smiled at her. "Thank you, Khushi. You're such a good wife. I don't know what I would do without you.
As the next day went on, Khushi noticed that Arnav was making more of an effort to give her space and let her make her own decisions. She felt grateful that he was willing to work on their relationship, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still manipulating her in subtle ways.
Later that night, as they lay in bed together, Arnav pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Khushi responded eagerly, feeling a rush of desire for him.
But as they made love, Khushi couldn't help but feel like she was giving in to Arnav's control once again. She wanted to be intimate with him, but she didn't want to feel like she was doing it because he wanted her to.
As they fell asleep in each other's arms, Khushi knew that their relationship was far from perfect. She hoped that they could find a way to work through their differences and build a future together, but she knew that it wouldn't be easy.
She had to stop taking every action of his as dominance - her bad experience made her judge each action of Arnav as dominance but after few days, she started understanding its his way of love and she should stop judging.
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The Perfect Arrangement - ArShi Story
Romance"The Perfect Arrangement" is a story about Khushi Gupta, a young and ambitious fashion designer from a traditional Indian family who dreams of making it big in the fashion industry. Khushi's family pressures her to get married, but she is focused on...
