Part Three: Arnav

Khushi watched him run a towel over himself before stepping into boxers, trousers, and a black shirt. He flashed her a smile before returning to their bedroom, leaving her to her ablutions.

What just happened? Did we just ... and in the shower?

She shook her head and reached for the shampoo he'd bought her. They had a lot to do today, and she couldn't be distracted by him. No matter how much she enjoyed these ... distractions.

Guilt tore into her as she recalled exactly what they needed to do today. She thought of Di and the baby, and all the foul things Shyam-ji had done. The time she and Arnav-ji had spent together could have been used to help Di.

How could we be so selfish?

Her husband chose that moment to return to the bathroom. Khushi felt gratitude swell within her as he hung her yellow towel on the rack and set a salwar suit on the shelf for when she was finished. Arnav-ji turned to leave but stopped when he caught sight of her face. Her distress must have been clear.

"What's wrong?"

Khushi shook her head, raising a hand to indicate that he should leave, but he scrutinised her for several long seconds before striding out again.

When she emerged, drying her hair on her towel, she was greeted with the sight of her husband standing at the poolside doors as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Her pulse quickened as memories of the bathroom flashed to the forefront of her thoughts. Arnav-ji seemed to read her mind when he turned; his grin indicated that his thoughts were exactly where hers had been. Khushi blushed, turning to the wardrobe in an attempt to avoid him, but her caught her up in his arms.

"Tell me what's wrong," Arnav-ji's tone was brittle with command.

"I felt guilty," she confessed, hiding her face in his waistcoat, "We were so engrossed in each other and Di is still in the dark. We're meant to be helping her and instead we're ..."

His hold tightened as he soothed her with a hand to her head.

"We haven't done anything wrong. I don't want you to feel like this about it. We're going to help Di. We discussed the plan and we're going through it. There's nothing, nothing, wrong with what we did, okay? Not last night, not now, not at any other time."

Khushi sniffled, nodding against his chest. He led her to the recliner, where he knelt in front of her as she settled on its edge. She looked down to where he clasped her hand between both of his.

"I'll fix this," his gaze was earnest, ablaze with emotion, "I promise."

She leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, "I know."

Author's Note: This was just a fun little piece for Valentine's Day, I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading :)