Warrior - Chapter Seventy Two

Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...

Fucking hell, my head!

Ugh!

With a groan and my hand to my head, I slowly got up. My head felt really heavy, as if it were a fucking bowling ball!

Ugh, even thinking hurts like a bitch!

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes. It felt like such a fucking chore to do, but soon enough, they opened. A yawn forced itself out of my mouth, so I brought my left hand up to cover it, when I realized something.

I was wearing Arnav's watch.

Whoa, what the fuck-?

But as the thought escaped my head, all of last night played before my eyes, reminding me of how I had yelled at Arnav to call me a snack, messed and teased with him, sent him a teasing selfie, then masturbated while thinking of his hands being all over my body while wearing his shirt and watch, all the while I fucked his pillow.

Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!

Quickly reaching over, I grabbed Arnav's pillow and pulled the pillowcase off.

No! No!! No!!!

I quickly got up, ignoring the pounding that was happening in my head, and charged into the closet.

Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!

Placing the dirty pillowcase on the closet island, I quickly took off the Rolex and put it back in its spot, then took off the dress shirt of his that I was wearing, then grabbed the pillowcase once more and quickly went into the bathroom, and shoved the shirt and pillowcase into the hamper.

Oh my-! Fuck! What the fuck did I do? Why the fuck did I-? Stupid fucking shots! The fucking shots fucked me up! Shit! And the way I acted with Arnav-! Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!!

I need to calm down! I need to calm down... calm down... take a deep breath... now let it out... again... and out... there we go.

Okay, so clearly last night went a bit out of hand and into the extreme, but what the fuck? What the fuck?!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Even though I felt like shit, oddly enough, I still looked good. Sure, my makeup was even more of a mess, as well as my hair, yet somehow... I don't know, I still look good and... and... like I've got a tiny glow.

Huh?

It's probably from the fucking hints of glitter from the dress; I need to shower!

*~*

After showering and cleaning up, I headed back into the room. Once I'd taken care of my skin, I put some clothes on, making myself comfy in a t-shirt and sweats, then I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs for breakfast. As I did, I checked my phone to see if there was anything, and found a text from Arnav.

A: Good morning Khushi 😊 hopefully you don't have a pounding headache! Have a good day!

Geez-us, why are you being so nice to me after I taunted you with- don't! Don't think about it! Don't.

It's probably for the better if I pretend like I have no memory of what happened last night... yeah... that's probably the smarter thing to do. It'll get rid of any awkwardness and all of that stuff.

Yeah, it'll totally be fine if I act like I have no memory of the fact that I asked him about his favorite sex positions, nearly showed him my tits, then came all over his fucking pillow!

Scheisse, I'm going to have to figure out a way to get his fucking pillow washed!

You know what, maybe if I respond to his text, it'll seem like I have no memory of last night. Cause if I ignore it, he might think it's cause I'm embarrassed for what happened. Yeah, I'll do that! It's late for him anyways, so it should be fine.

K: My head feels so fucking heavy and hurts 😩 but thanks and good night!

There, that ought to do it!

Reaching the dining room, I see that Akash Singh Raizada and NK Singh Raizada are in the same condition as I am. Not only that, but there's three tall glasses of some strange concoction waiting for us.

Ugh, this is going to be one long ass day!

*~*

Arnav...

Arnav...

Mmm... Arnav...

Fuck! Arnav... Arnav... ah-!

My eyes sprang wide open as I stared up at ceiling, breathing heavily.

Fuck, that was just a dream... just a dream....

Letting out a heavy sigh, I sat up and groaned immediately.

What the- oh, fucking hell!

Great! First the dream, and now I'm even cussing like Khushi!

Shoving the duvet aside, I walked into the bathroom and straight into the shower. Being mindful of my new tattoo, I stood under the cold water to calm myself - and my hard-on - down.

How could I even-? The fact that I dreamt something like that- and of Khushi like that, I....

I shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't have done that! I know I can't control my dreams, but still- fuck!

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself once again. But when I closed my eyes, all I could see was Khushi - specifically the first time I ever saw her when my family went to meet hers. I remembered how beautiful and radiant she looked in her blue dress, as well as how confident she was. Then I remembered how I next saw her at that gala, and then when I saw her for dinner. No matter what the memory was, every time I had seen her, Khushi had looked absolutely beautiful and fierce-

Fuck this isn't helping!

Out of frustration, my fist met the tiled wall.

I'm supposed to be getting myself out of the situation, not egging myself on!

Glancing down at myself, I see that nothing has changed.

Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!

I placed my other fist against the wall, clenched both of them tightly, and urged myself to relax.

Deep breath in... and out... in... and out...in- fuck this making it worse!

Scowling, I looked down at myself to see my dick being more prideful than ever.

Fucking hell! How am I supposed to get rid of this then! I don't want blue balls!

Why am I acting like a teenager? Even when I was a teen I didn't act like this-! Focus, Raizada! Focus! Having a clear mind should help, just do that.

With a deep breath, I emptied out mind, focusing in my breathing. For a moment, it stayed clear, and then like a burst, nothing but the image of Khushi filled my mind - how she would smirk, how she would smile, how she would grill me down, or even look at something with annoyance and disgust. It didn't matter what expression she was making, it was all in my head.

No! No!! No!!! Dammit!!!

Fuck! What am I supposed to do? I can't... I can't alleviate the situation... I can't do that- I can't do that to Khushi! I can't disrespect her like this!

...but what other choice do I have? This fucking shit isn't going down! ...but I can't do that to Khushi, I just... I can't.

I'll just stay here until it goes away- no I can't do that! My tattoo will get fucked up!

I looked at my right arm, which is still bandaged up. It took about 8 hours to get it all done, and I really hope that when Khushi does finally get to see it, she'll love it. I can just imagine her look of shock when she sees it. Hopefully she won't get mad at it, there's always a possible chance of that... but I don't think she will. She loves my tattoos, she doesn't have a problem with them.

My eyes automatically looked to my left hand as I remembered the way Khushi had admired the tattoo on it. It was the first one she ever noticed and had her interest in. I can't help but to remember how she had ran her thumb over it the first time we met up at the park and were holding hands.

If that were to happen now? Geez.... I know I have a... a blushing problem- and I don't understand myself why I act that way! The fact that I once took her hand with ease and even placed a kiss on the top of her hand- I mean just the thought of it makes me go red like I'm some fucking toddler!

Sigh... Khushi must think of me as some joke; like I'm a child or something. It's no wonder she made fun of me when she was drunk! ...I just hope that she's feeling better. It was obvious she had a lot of fun and... got really intoxicated... in that dress... looking like a fu-

Fuck! I was actually doing good until that! Now I can't get the image of Khushi's breasts pouring out of that dress of hers!

I don't know if she realized it, but when I finally took her call, the first thing I saw was the way her breasts were falling out of her dress because of the way she was leaning over! And her comments on sex positions definitely did not help, I had to keep looking away! And then she actually offered to show her-! It's a good thing I made up an excuse and cut the call! But then she sent that selfie of her wearing just my shirt and watch, and I saw her nip- no! Fuck- no!

And I'm hard again.

A groan escaped my lips as I ran my hand over my face.

This isn't going to go away, is it? No matter what I try, my mind just keeps going back to her. But to do it....

I looked down at myself, standing way too proudly.

Khushi, please forgive me for what I'm about to do....