Khushi arrived home pretty late from work, it was her first day so she took her time to learn a lot of things. Arnav wasn't home yet, Anjali was seated in the hall busy watching TV when Khushi walked in.

"Khushi. Where were you? You left without informing, I was worried." Anjali stood up and rushed to her as she looked at her worriedly, trying to be sure she was fine.

"I had a job interview, it went well so I joined immediately, I'm sorry I dint have time to inform you." Khushi faked a smile.

"Oh wow, that's great. But why did you get a job somewhere else? You should have joined our company and worked with Arnav." Anjali suggested.

"No Anjali, until today I had only one dream and that was to get married to Arnav, and now that the dream is fulfilled, I have another one, to become successful on my own so no one would ever think I got married to Arnav for the sake for money.

And to become successful, I have to work hard on my own without any help from Arnav or you, so I think it's better if I work somewhere else." Khushi said.

Anjali looked at her in confusion, Khushi just seemed somehow different, there was something that had changed about her.

"What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?" Khushi asked.

"I don't know, you seem unhappy. Did Arnav do or say something to you? You know you can tell me, I'll deal with him."

"No, I'm just tired, it was a busy day, I think I'll go upstairs and rest." Khushi said.

"But don't you want to cook dinner for Arnav? You wanted to cook for him always dint you?"

"Not today, I am really tired, besides what are the servants for right?" Khushi faked another smile as she headed to her room and took a shower to freshen up.

Only if she could tell Anjali that not just one thing, but everything had changed since she got married to Arnav, she came to realize that her fairytale was no more a fairytale and the guy she thought was going to be her prince charming was nothing rather than a beast.

Once she was done taking the shower, she realized she had brought her clothes or a bathrobe, there was only a tiny towel hanging behind the door, she grabbed it and covered herself with it. Although it dint cover much, it was okay as she was alone in the room anyway.

She walked out of the bathroom and found Arnav seated on the bed removing his shoes, he looked at her immediately and for a moment, he had his eyes wide open and he was staring at her like he had never seen her before.

Well in the past few days she had learnt a lot about him to believe his false reactions, she ignored him and walked towards the cupboard to find her night suit so she could change and sleep.

She felt a hand on her waist while she was trying to find her clothes, she immediately turned around and found Arnav standing there, looking at her like he wanted to eat her right away.

He cupped her face and kissed her while he grabbed her towel and pulled it off leaving her completely naked and kissed her roughly but just at the exact same moment, Khushi pushed him away.

"Don't touch me ever again." Khushi looked at him angrily as she quickly grabbed some pair of clothes and rushed inside the bathroom to get dressed. She walked out after getting dressed and found Arnav pacing around the room angrily.

"What the hell do you think of yourself?" Arnav asked angrily as he pushed her to the nearest wall and pinned her there.

"I don't know what I think about myself but one thing I'm sure of is that I came here to be your wife, not your mistress! I dint get married to you for you to just have your pleasure then treat me like trash, I came for love, because I..." Khushi stopped speaking.

No, she couldn't love a man like this, he was not at all the man she thought he was.

"Because you what?" Arnav asked.

"I am tired, I need some sleep." Khushi shrugged as she walked to the bed, grabbed the blanket and covered herself with it. Never in her life had she raised her voice at anyone, and she never thought that the first person she would raise her voice at would be her husband.

Arnav had ruined everything for her, her fairytale, her first love, every damn thing. Right now all she was wondering was did she even love him? Or she was just in love with the idea of him because quite honestly she dint see herself loving a man like him.

*****

Arnav walked out of the room angrily and headed downstairs straight, Anjali tried to call him for dinner but he ignored her and walked out, he got inside the car and drove away.

Flashbacks

"Repeat the words once again, what are you to me baby?" he asked very dominantly with a smirk on his face.

"Ouch." She moaned in pleasure.

"What are you?" He asked strictly this time.

"Your mistress." She laughed as he joined her in the laughter.

Flashback Ends

"Khushi!" Arnav screamed as he stopped the car and stepped out angrily, the first thing he did was to kick the wheel to get out his frustration.

He inhaled a few deep breaths trying to calm himself down but he just couldn't calm down. He couldn't understand how this girl managed to put up such a convincing act, how much she tried to make him believe that she was all pure and innocent, how much she tried to fool him and the worse thing about it was how much a part of him wanted to believe her.

How much he wanted to believe that she was as innocent and naïve as she seemed and that she was the purest soul on earth, only if he dint know better, only if she hadn't sold that soul to the Devil for some amount of money.

Since they got married, every damn day she left him question things, things he saw with his eyes, things he grew up knowing and believing. Why was she so perfect at faking her innocence every day of her life? And why did he want to believe her?

Why despite so much hatred, every time he looked at her he would feel things he wasn't supposed to feel?

*****

Arnav arrived back home pretty late last night, he went to a nearby bar and got really drunk and now he was having a difficult time waking up because of the hangover.

He opened his eyes after a lot of tries and the first person he saw was Khushi, she was standing in front of the mirror dressed in a beautiful white saree, she was applying red lipstick on her lips and she looked pretty hot.

He looked at her clearly and it was strange how amazingly she was dressed, as in she was just wearing a simple white saree, but the way she had styled it made it look so elegant. She had wrapped it the usual way but instead of pinning the pleats on her shoulder she just pinned one end and left it hanging like that, and then she had a golden belt around her waist to style it perfectly.

He never knew she had such a great style.

Someone knocked at the door of the room and Khushi walked towards the door to open it, a servant walked in holding a tray in his hand which he placed besides Arnav.

"Where are you going early morning?" Arnav asked Khushi.

"Those medicines are for you, take them you'll feel better then you can go to work." Khushi said.

"I ask a question Khushi, answer it damn it." Arnav said angrily.

"Why do you care where I go? It's not like you inform me when you go anywhere. You clearly don't want me as your wife so stop acting like my husband. Now take the medicines." She looked at him for a moment and then walked out of the room leaving Arnav all confused.

Was she now coming to her real form? He always knew the innocent and naïve Khushi was just an act, but despite it all she somehow cared for him, why else would she care about his hangover and get medicines for him?

Why was this girl so difficult to understand?

"Khushi, come have breakfast." Anjali called her out from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry Anjali, I'm getting really late, I'll eat something at work." Khushi shouted as she rushed outside in a hurry. The driver was waiting for her out there with the car.

She looked at him and the car for a moment and then she realized, if she wanted to stand up on her own and be successful, she dint need anything from Arnav, not even his car or driver to drop her at work.

"I'll walk, thank you." Khushi said to the driver as she walked away. Until she got her first salary, she would have to walk to work, maybe after she gets the salary she could take a taxi to work and pay for it with her own money, or she could talk to Rohan and tell him to provide transport.

The only person that had arrived at work was the receptionist, it looked like everyone else came late. Khushi greeted her and headed to her cabin to start working, she was going to make sure she worked really hard to teach Arnav his damn lesson.

She settled down in her cabin and turned on her laptop when Rohan walked in holding two cups of coffee.

"I see someone is very punctual and hardworking." He smiled as he handed Khushi one cup of coffee and then sat down opposite her.

"Well to be successful you have to be hardworking and punctual right?" Khushi smiled.

"Why do you want to be successful so much? I mean it's a good thing and a lot of people want to be successful, for you it seems like you have a very strong reason though." Rohan asked.

"Just want to show someone that I am a human being." Khushi shrugged.

"You would talk in puzzle but wouldn't tell me what the problem is. Look Khushi I clearly know there's some problem, all you have to do is trust me and talk to me, I might help." Rohan said.

Khushi just stared at him blankly, of course Rohan was a nice guy but she dint know if she could trust him so soon and tell him all about her problems yet. Right now she actually did need some support, someone to be there for her and tell her everything was going to be okay, someone to advise her on what to do and what not to, if her aunt had let her interact with the outside world then she would have known better than this.

"Anyway, I usually don't do this but for you I'll make an exception. Have you ever thought of becoming a fashion designer?" Rohan asked.

"No, why?" Khushi asked.

"You should think about it, I think your way to success if through that. I feel like you are good at it." He smiled as he took his cup and walked away leaving her alone. Why would Rohan think that she could become a fashion designer? She dint even study fashion?

"Just one question, are you married?" Rohan peeped in.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought so by looking at your saree, you have a great taste and sense of style Khushi, just add some knowledge and put it to use. Think about what I said." He smiled as he walked away leaving her confused. Rohan just seemed to understand her in a way without her even telling him anything. Of course she loved fashion but her aunt hadn't ever let her wear some kind of clothes or anything, but it seemed like her love for fashion is what Rohan had noticed and that's why he advised her about it. She had to think about it on a serious note and figure things out.