AJHS - 14

Part - 14

Arnav POV

Fine. But if this does not works then don't blame me for being aggressive...

Pacing at Khushi's porch I tried to curb the sharp feeling of hatred for Siddharth Shukla, that stabbed my heart. Dhruv was making every effort to ease my mind. However, just the thought of another man staying in my girl's house for the night made my blood boil. Amid my musings I sensed Dhruvs suggestions blaring in my ears.

Listen to me. If Buaji has a soft corner for Akaash Chachu then take advantage of the fact. He can easily convince Buaji to let you guys stay the night as well. Also, this weather is not good for driving. So yes my idea will work.

With a quick goodbye, I hung up on D and returned to the living room, where everyone sat, enjoying Khushi's special ginger tea. She stood behind Buaji glancing at me from the corner of her eye. I could see the anger embedded in her magnificent face. Unfortunately, Shukla chose the same moment to break our romantic spell.

This tea is something Buaji. The spices make it extra special.

Everyone smiled at his compliment but my fear of losing Khushi skyrocketed. Excusing myself I dragged Akaash to one side and shared Dhruv's idea with him. Nodding with a stupid lovesick look on his face, my brother agreed and twirled around to work his magic on Buaji.

Ten minutes later, all of us were pushing the sofa set to different corners of the house. Buaji gave us pillows and mattresses while the girls went inside to arrange blankets for the three of us. Yup. Just because I cannot eject him from Khushi's house does not mean I will allow him the privilege to stay near my girlfriend. Buaji avoided me like plague but for now, my focus was on Shukla. 

The rain started to pick up. The storm continued to rage outside, resembling my mood. Like a flash of lightning spider-webbed across the sky, the rain got heavier.   The deafening sound made me conjure up a scenario that was different from reality. Where Buaji coaxed Khushi to get married to Shukla. And suddenly I felt the encompassing desire to assert my importance.

Khushi POV

After the dinner fiasco, I did continued to ignore Arnav Singh Raizada. But the infuriating man had to stay the night just like Sid. His jealousy induced behaviour was getting on my nerves. If he keeps this up then I would never get the opportunity to convince Buaji that Arnavji is a changed man. As it is he left a great impression on her before his accident.

After making sure that the sleeping arrangements were done Buaji asked us to retire to our rooms. The entire evening had drained me. So I chose to agree with her but my empty water bottle forced me to go back to the kitchen. And like a mountain lion ready to pounce on his prey Arnav Singh Raizada stood before me as I filled up my bottle. With wide eyes, I wondered. How? How does he do that? I tiptoed to the kitchen and did not make any noise then how come..? As if he read my mind, the smirking Raizada pointed his index finger towards my feet. Hey, Devi Maiyya my anklets. They are a dead giveaway.

We need to talk.

No, we don't.

With a dismissive wave of my hand, I picked up my bottle and tried to leave the kitchen quietly keeping in mind that there were other people in the house tonight. However, Arnavji had other plans. He held out his arm halting my movements.

Would you have liked it if Lavanya was still living at my house as a friend? 

That's irrelevant. This situation is very different from...

His mind-boggling question made me stagger. I looked away unable to hold his gaze. Even the hypothetical situation hurt my soul. Something pierced my heart when he mentioned another woman living in his house. It reminded me of the past, back when Lavanyaji lived with him in Shantivan. Lost in my thoughts I did not realize when he had successfully cornered me against the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity left me speechless. He raised his hand only to curl a fringe of my hair behind my ear. The gesture made me blush.

It hurts right. Now try to relate with my feelings honey. And you are too naive to understand that Sids stupid tactics. I know I am a man.

Placing my palm on his shoulder I tried to control my shallow breaths. Arnav Singh Raizada is surely possessed with some dazzling powers. He knows how to prey on innocent girls. When he rubbed his nose on my warm cheek I sighed breathlessly.

I...I just wanted...to have a friend. Why cannot girls have a good friend that is a man and is not interested in her? 

Feelings hands on my midriff I gasped at the sensation that warmed my insides. Arnavji was playing the game of seduction with me. And I could do nothing but fall for his charms. I pushed him away and tried to normalize my breaths. But he had other ideas. Placing his thumb on my collarbone he sensually rubbed the drop of sweat that was pouring down from my neck. He arrested my eyes with his own and spoke huskily.

Girls can have friends there is no doubt about it. But beautiful goddesses like Khushi Kumari Gupta place an enchanting spell on them leaving them helpless.

A loud thud made me come out of my fantasy world. I swirled around to see Sid staring at the two of us with a scowl. The moonlight from the window fell on his face. I glanced to the side only to see Arnavji smirking in his direction as if whatever happened between us was deliberately done for Sid to watch. Thankfully Arnavji pulled back his thumb. I sighed in relief. Before I could verbalize an explanation Arnav Singh Raizada coiled his arm around me and pulled me to his torso. A shiver ran down my spine, in reciprocation of his overwhelming touch.

Hey Siddharth. Khushi tumne apne friend ko humare relationship ke baare mein nai bataya? See, he looks so upset.

(Khushi you did not inform Sid about our relationship?)

Is it true Khushi. Are you two together?

When his flat voice reverberated in the semi-dark kitchen I could not help but feel obligated to answer. He should know that I am not single anymore. He should know that Arnavji and I are together now. And if my man's suspicions are correct then I should be very honest with Siddharth Shukla. Arnavjis previous words about Sid's tactics echoed in my mind. Coming out of my thoughts I chose to be very clear about my relationship status.

Yes. We are dating each other. 

Then why did you go to the movies with me Khushi? I thought you liked me? And why did you say yes to today's dinner? I thought we had something special going on...

Siddharth's sudden revelation about our meetings made me gasp. Understanding dawned upon me. Arnavjis earlier claims of Sid's intentions felt like a slap on my face.  How could he assume that I was interested in him in that way? Why would he...? Before I could make my point, Arnavji pushed me behind him as if this move could hide me from the view. His posture became rigid. I could see him fisting his hands. He opened his mouth to utter words, which sounded as cold as ice.

Don't you dare blame my girl, Shukla. She might be naive but I am not. Stop playing your tricks with her. I know this age-old 'you are guilty and I am a victim' game pretty well.

Siddharth advanced towards Arnavji with a furious look. I was about to scream but then someday switched on the lights in the kitchen. Our eyes flew towards the intruder. Akaash Singh Raizada glanced in our direction with a perplexed look on his face. His unintentional intervention felt so divine right now. Not wanting to divulge any more details I forcefully dragged the reluctant Raizada from the kitchen, he kept protesting but I did not listen. Rather I crossed the living room and kept walking till we reached the porch.

Arnav POV

I wanted to punch Shukla in the face for disrespecting my lady but I could sense that Khushi wanted to avoid any kind of clash. Reluctantly I allowed her to pull me away from the scene. Her emotions were as clear as the sun during the daytime. Humiliation. Annoyance. Anger. And the most vivid of all...respect. The last one confused me a little. My wristwatch read 11.30 pm. 

We now stood at the porch and the weather seemed to have calmed a little. The drizzling rain created a romantic atmosphere. Despite standing next to me Khushi Kumari Gupta seemed miles away from reality. I sighed watching the lost look on her face.

Tum theek ho?

(You alright?)

Patani.

(I don't know).

Khushi I am sorry...

Her eyes widened listening to my apology. As if she was not expecting to hear such a thing from my mouth. I thought my behaviour might have scared her. So apologizing seemed the best way to approach her. My voice trailed as her soft palm met my warm mouth. She shook her head gesturing me not to apologize. Her touch pleased the man in me. A few seconds later she dropped her hand and eyes to the floor.

Sorry to humein kehna chahiye. Dost banane chale the aur aapko hi khudse door krne lage. Aap to humein Sid ki sachai dikha rhe the aur hum samajhte rhe ki ye bas aapki jalan hai. 

(I should be the one to apologize. I was simply trying to make friends and pushed you aside along the way. You were simply trying to show me the reality of Sid and I kept blaming you for being jealous).

Khushi no. Don't be sorry. Ismein tumhari koi galati nahi h. 

(You are not at fault).

Par hum...

(But I...)

Cupping her face I kissed her forehead and forced her to look into my eyes. She should know about certain things about this world. Or else Khushi won't learn from her mistakes. When her eyes met mine I verbalized my thoughts.

The truth is tumhari simplicity ka sab advantage lena chahte hain. I hate that. Buaji ho ya Sid, learn to be adamant about your opinion Khushi. And always remember that I love you. Now smile for me.

(The truth is everyone tries to take advantage of your simplicity).

When I confessed my love to her, yet again she blushed in return. Slowly and gradually a smile replaced the sadness on her face. The gesture made me smile.

I like you very much Arnavji. Aur humare liye usse muh tod jawab dene ke liye shukria.

(And thank you for standing up for me).

The sudden revelation made me lift an eyebrow. Did Khushi just confess to me that she likes me? Her words made my heart flip. Dhak dhak. A strange tune played within my mind. While her sudden thank you made me realize why I saw the respect in her eyes a while ago. And then the unthinkable happened. For the first time, Khushi initiated a kiss leaving a warmth on my cheek, which made me wonder whether all of it was a dream. With a small smile, I turned sideways and gestured her to kiss my other cheek as well.

Isko bhi tumhari kiss chahiye.

(Don't abandon the other cheek).

Giggling at my cheesiness Khushi gave my other cheek a noisy kiss. My trick of lightening her mood worked and I wanting to prolong our moment I folded Khushi Gupta in my arms. The soft drizzle stopped altogether and a cold breeze disturbed our privacy. Not liking her trembling form I quickly pushed her inside the warm house.

To my immense relief, an angry Siddharth Shukla passed us and left the house without a goodbye. However, another voice distracted us. 

You both can thank me later on. For now, I need my beauty sleep. Goodnight guys.

My brother muttered while turning to the other side on one of the mattresses as he tucked his blanket to his chin. Khushi raised her eyebrows in surprise. Oh, I forgot to inform Khushi, that my family members know about my fondness for her. I simply nodded not wanting to go into any details. As Khushi blushed in response my eyes halted to the corner of her dining table. The wooden piece of furniture drew me to itself. In a trance, I floated towards it. Involuntarily my hand touched the corner of the table. 

All of a sudden I was transported to a vision that pricked my eyes. I could see someone insulting Khushi again and again. With teary eyes, my woman took in the poisonous words. And then to my horror, a bronze hand threw bundles of cash on the familiar dining table. I knew that hand very well. The hurt and pain plastered on my girl's features broke something inside me.

Khushi...

Arnavji...? What's wrong?

The memory felt like walking on shards of glass. I pulled my hand away as if someone burned it. The dripping concern in Khushi's voice felt like a punch in the gut. What the hell did I do? What kind of a monster am I? How could I treat her like that? How can I be so brutal to this kind woman? I felt her hand on my shoulder. Worried eyes met mine. I quickly pulled her hand from my shoulder and clutched it with both my hands. 

I insulted you. I disrespected you. What can I do to show you how guilty I am for the sin I committed Khushi?

Arnavji? Kya hua aap aise kyun..?

(Why are you saying all this...?)

Maine issi table pe paise phekhe the na? I shattered your self-respect in a matter of seconds. I am such a beast. I bruised your pride and confidence. How can I claim to be in love with you when I  ruined our relationship so easily?

(I threw bundles of cash on this very table right?)

Losing my hold on her palm I trudged towards the sofa and sat on it holding my head in my hands. No matter how hard I try I cannot repent enough for her to forgive me. The loathing and guilt consumed me. I don't deserve a woman of substance like Khushi Kumari Gupta. 

Khushi POV

If earlier anyone would have said that one day the cold-hearted ASR will repent for his mistakes, surely I would have had a good laugh listening to the joke. However, amnesia had done the unthinkable. And now even small things like my dining table triggered his memories. He sat on my sofa as tentacles of guilt clutched him. His helplessness made me unhappy. 

Everything in my world telescoped down to the solitary figure slumped on my sofa. Nothing else existed. The connection I shared with Arnavji surpassed everything. Our past. Our class. Our differences. Determined to make things right between us I advanced towards him. Placing my palm over his hand I tried to see his face. Sensing my touch he lifted his head and hand towards me. With remorse filled eyes he uttered the most beautiful words to me.

Even if you were to change your mind and send me away...I would go, but I would never be far.

His long fingers came up to gently stroke my face. The pain in his voice made me weak in the knees.  Can someone change so much because of a mental illness? Am I that lucky to have found a love so deep and raw?

I can't be without you Khushi, you are all there is for me.

First one tear trekked down his cheek, then another. As the seconds passed by I sat beside him and allowed him to drain all that guilt that continued to consume him. This is not what I wished for. An apology would have sufficed. He was breaking down, calling names to his past self. Even the word monster reached my ears.

It is alright. Arnavji. Your repentance is visible in your actions. And I am always here. You cannot get rid of me so easily.

I added the last sentence with a chuckle to which he responded with a grin of his own. Wiping the tears off his face, I entangled my fingers with his, unable to understand how rapidly I was falling for him. My teacher once said that some people are so deep you fall into them and you never stop falling. Slowly and gradually Arnav Singh Raizada was becoming my world. 

Sometime around 1 am Arnavji ordered me to go and sleep in my room. Opposed by the idea I tried to offer him another cup of tea but he put his foot down and I had no choice but to say goodnight. Finally, after a lot of ups and downs, the night was coming to its end. Shaking my head I fell on my pillow and in a matter of minutes sleep took over me.

Arnav POV

As the Gupta family were busy preparing a lavish breakfast for me and Akaash, I stood at the porch steps taking in the sunlight. After last nights storm, the sun felt like a balm to my soul. And I am not just referring to the weather. 

A lot of things happened yesterday. I barged into Khushi's house. Had a tiff with my girl. Not to forget my moments with her which were interrupted by Siddharth Shukla. I believe he won't bother us anymore now.

My woman. Khushi Gupta. Her presence is a shining light that chased away the shadows of the void that plagued my amnesia riddled mind. Little pieces of my past – our past – were bleeding through the tattered remains of my memories. Memories that had been lost, been taken from me by a cruel twist of fate. Including the painful bits for which I won't be able to forgive myself. But my girl is a generous person, beautiful inside and out, who does not believe in keeping grudges.

I could hear snippets of Buajis conversation with Khushi. Buaji was enquiring about Siddharth's absence in her house this morning. I rolled my eyes as Khushi made up an excuse about some family emergency. With a sigh, I whirled and stepped inside the house only to hear something that made me halt.

I wanted to speak with Siddarth about Payal, Khushi. The two will be perfect for each other?

Kya? Jeeji and Sid?

(What?)

Haan. Isliye to kal tumko isharo mein bta rhe the ki ladka acha hai. Bhool gayi kya?

(Yes. Remember yesterday I kept nudging you, praising the guy and what not?)

I grinned as realization dawned upon me. So last night, Buaji was hovering around Sid like a mother hen because of Payal Gupta. Interesting. A wide-eyed, gaping Akaash sitting on the sofa made me chuckle. Now, this sounds good. I could see the wheels turning inside my brother's mind He swirled his head in my direction shocked by the information.

Feeling elated by the news I hopped towards the breakfast table and winked in Khushi direction who was pouring tea in the small cups on the kitchen counter. Her reaction was instant. Buaji screamed at her absent-mindedness as tea spilt all over the counter. Shaking my head I sat on the chair and began to plan my first date with this child-like woman. Now nothing will come between us.  No amnesia. No Buaji. No Shukla. 

Flickering my eyes I noticed the gloomy look on my brothers face. Guess he never expected that Buaji would find Sid, as a match for Payal and not him. Nevertheless, I ate the bhajiye prepared by Khushi with new gusto. I had a date to plan with the woman of my dreams. Other things can wait.

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AJHS - 13

Part - 13

Arnav POV

While my brother took care of my discharge I observed Khushi as she packed my belonging in a duffle bag. Finally, after five long days, I was allowed to go home. Di and Nani had visited me a couple of times. And both of them were hopping with excitement as they knew about my interest in Khushi Kumari Gupta their favourite girl.

As Khushi packed my stuff with a blush on her face I could not help but wonder about the dream that I had when I had been shot. Wanting to know more about that incident I directly questioned Khushi.

I saved you from a few goons when they bashed your head in the past right?

Halting her movements she stared back at me as recognition flashed in her twinkling eyes. Leaving the duffel bag aside she dashed to my side and placed her hand on my uninjured shoulder. 

Aapko yaad aagaya woh din?

(Did you recall our previous moments?)

Yes, and you were wearing a beautiful wedding attire too. Kya tum mujhse shaadi krna chaahti thi? 

(Were you planning to marry me?)

A dark flush dusted over her cheeks. Three big Os reflected on her features. Her yawning pupils and jaw dropping expressions made me chuckle. Bullseye. I should tease her more often. This flustered look suits her.

Hawww!! Nai. Bilkul nai. Woh to humare kapde chori hogaye the isiliye...

(What?!? No. Not at all. I had no other choice but to were that dress because someone stole my clothes...)

Jo bhi ho tum badi hot lag rhi thi Khushi.

(Well whatever. But you looked hot Khushi).

Stating my approval I snaked my arm around her petite waist. Now both of her hands were around my neck. Her touch ignited a fire inside me. I wanted her around me all the time. But she was not ready yet. A trial. Probably the most difficult task of my existence. I did not want to scare her with my obsessiveness. But her touch and jasmine fragrance were not helping the case at all. Her eyes were not meeting mine. The timid gesture made me sigh.

You did hurt those goons because they bashed my head. Your hand bled a lot that day. But when I asked for the reason behind the sudden protectiveness, you told me to get out of your vehicle midway.

I shut my eyes as hatred for my past self consumed me. Damn it. I am lucky that this woman is still giving me a chance to rectify my mistakes. Fluttering my eyes open I kissed her forehead as a gesture of my apology.

Sorry for my horrendous act. I believe my egoistic self could not accept the fact that I loved you so passionately. Hence I used my hatred and anger as a facade to hide my true feelings. But yes, even if it was only a dream, hitting those goons made me feel happy Khushi. Nobody can hurt you like that and get away.

Touching my forehead with hers I tried to enjoy the feeling of peace that would soon disappear. We would have to leave for our homes. 

Two hours later Akaash came to my room after completing the discharge formalities. It took a little longer than usual. However, I was able to spend more time with Khushi. Also, I got the chance to talk with Payal Gupta. She was here to pick up Khushi. Her reluctance and disapproval towards my relationship with Khushi was something that I tried to ignore.

My past self had hated Khushi and her family so Payal's cautious behaviour made sense. A lot many people expected an apology from me. I was prepared for it. Also, I sensed a coldness between her and my brother Akaash. Very similar to the night of Di and Jeeju's anniversary party. If I am the reason behind their unhappiness then I will have to team up with Khushi to get them together. That will be my thank you to him. Akaash has been tolerant towards my frustrating behaviour in the past. It's time for payback.

Lavanya POV

Sitting on the shore of Sydney's famous beach with my Facebook friend Nandkishore Raizada I tried to make sense of the tale that he shared with me. After chatting on social media for a while I took the plunge and accepted his request for a date. We spoke about everything and nothing over coffee. His personality was simply beautiful. A charming fella with a heartwarming smile.

I did not want our date to end so quickly, so I suggested NK for a walk around the beach. We laughed about silly things for a while until a vital fact struck my mind. In our previous meeting, he called me Sana and had stated that I look like his wife. My mind was still confused. Unable to curb my curiosity I blurted out the one thing that was bothering me. Giving me a wry smile he sat on the shore and gestured me to join him. 

I gulped listening to the strange yet twisted story. His wife, Sana, passed away three years back due to cancer. NK and his son Dhruv had a tough time handling such a big loss. I was shell shocked to see the pictures of his Sana. She resembled me so much that anyone would end up getting confused. Now everything made sense. I gulped recalling his expressions. Pain. Loss. Surprise. Shock. Denial. Love.

Nandkishore Raizada kept staring ahead at the orange hue of the sun. His eyes held a deep pain. I could understand the hurt completely. My one-sided love for ASR had made me bitter for so long. Love causes a strange restlessness. And NK lost the meaning of his life. He was still in recovery. Just like me. His silence made me pour out my own story of heartbreak.

Not long ago, I lost the one person who was my everything. He never loved me. I just assumed that what we shared was enough to last a lifetime. Is it not strange NK? Due to different reasons, we have lost the love of our lives.

You are right Lavanya. Life is strange. But Sana always told me one thing. Life is too short for regrets. Every moment counts. 

He said the words to me with a contagious grin. We both ended up doodling on the sand. For the first time after so many months, I felt light-hearted. My mind was in peace. 

Khushi POV

There are so many members in the Raizada family but Arnav Raizada specifically requested for you to stay the nights in the hospital. Why? A while ago he was your worst enemy. And now suddenly you both have become so comfortable with each other?

Jeeji fired one question after another in my direction, folding the laundry in the living room, her anger rose with every word she muttered in her livid state. Devi Maiyya why is this Laad Governor such a......sloth. Itna time nafrat krte rahe aur jab sar pe lagi tab jaake humse pyar kia. Ughhh. Sitting on the sofa I could do nothing but stare at the classic design of our bamboo table.

(He was busy hating me and only after hitting his head did he gain the wisdom to love me).

Thankfully Buaji returned soon from Vimla Auntie's house and I found the perfect excuse to avoid Jeeji. Pushing Buaji on the sofa I volunteered to make my special ginger tea for everyone. A few minutes later Buaji and Jeeji got busy talking about an upcoming wedding in the neighbourhood. Phew. Aaj to bach gaye. Par har baar Buaji humein bachane nai aayengi. I mused.

(Saved for the day. But Buaji won't be there to save me every time).

The air turned more chilly if possible. According to the news, it would rain heavily tonight. Humein sardi ki baarish bilkul pasand nahi. Before I could pour the hot beverage into the cups the device in my kurta began to vibrate. In a rush, I assumed it was Arnavji's call and did not notice the caller id before picking up. The call which I would regret answering for the rest of my life.

(I dislike the rains during the cold season).

Kaise hain aap?

(How are you?)

I am handsome like always Khushi.

Sid? Maaf kijiye humein laga ki koi...

(Oh sorry I thought you were...)

I flustered in realization. Thank god I did not say anything inappropriate in my enthusiasm. Devi Maiyya you saved me yet again. Before I could complete my sentence Sid interrupted me with something unexpected. His words left me surprised, to say the least.

Khushi you never invited me to your house for a family dinner. Toh maine socha main khud hi aajata hoon to enjoy your famous aloo puri. I will be there in a while. Hope you don't mind huh?

Oh! Ummm achha? Matlab...aap yahan? Haan haan kyun nai Sid. Issi bahane aapki Buaji aur Jeeji se mulaqaat bhi hojaegi. 

(Well sure? I mean...you here? Alright. This will be the perfect chance for you to meet my family).

After explaining to him my exact location I quickly hung up and hastily informed Buaji and Jeeji about our upcoming guest aka my colleague Sid. Both the women exchanged a glance with each other but I did not have the time to find out the reason behind their reaction. Choosing to file this detail in the back of my mind I started dinner preparations for my dear friend.

Some time passed and with a little help from Jeeji, I managed to prepare 3 dishes for Sid. Aloo poori, Zeera pulao and Gajar ka Halwa. I observed that Buaji enquired about Sid with a twinkle in her eyes. And at one point I even noticed Jeeji asking her to stop her questions. As I was garnishing the dessert my phone buzzed again. Well, when you are multitasking your mind slows you down. So naturally, I made the same mistake again. Without checking the caller id I assumed it was Sid calling to know about the last few directions to my house.

Haan Sid to kahan tak pahunche aap? Kyunki aapka dinner to tayyaar hai aur Buaji to bahut betaab hain aapse milne ke liye...

(Yes Sid where are you? Because your dinner is ready and Buaji is desperate to meet you...)

Oh really? Tumne uske sath family dinner bhi plan krlia Khushi Kumari Gupta.

(So you are planning family dinners with him Khushi Kumari Gupta).

The crushed dry fruits in my hands slipped on the kitchen counter as a gasp escaped my lips listening to the cold and harsh tone of my boyfriend Arnav Singh Raizada. Times like these make me doubt that the ASR has amnesia. The familiar harshness felt like a bucket of cold water on a winter night.

Arnav POV

Even though I left Khushi a few hours ago still her absence made my heartache. Wrapped in a sling I could do nothing but rest as per the doctor's instructions. My hovering mother hen of a sister made sure that I did not move from the bed. And I obliged since I was not in the mood to argue with her. As the night grew, unable to curb my restlessness I called the love of my life Khushi. Maybe a little flirting will cheer me up. She answered in four rings.

Haan Sid to kahan tak pahunche aap? Kyunki aapka dinner to tayyaar hai aur Buaji to bahut betaab hain aapse milne ke liye...

Sid? What the? Did she just address me as...Sid?!? And what is the meaning of this stupidity? She is done making dinner for that nincompoop? And her Buaji is desperate to meet him? That good for nothing fella has already jumped the guns. Cosying up with Khushi's family. Smart move Sid. But I won't let you win over Buaji so easily. Over my dead body. Not happening. And Khushi? What the hell is she thinking?!? Crazy woman!! How dare she?!?

Oh really? Tumne uske sath family dinner bhi plan krlia Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Ye kaisa taana hai? Humne 

unhe invite nai kiya. Sid ne khud hi kaha woh dinner pe aayenge. Mana karenge to manners ke against...

(Why are you taunting me? I never invited him. Sid invited himself to my house for dinner. How can I say No to him? Is it not against manners...

Clenching my teeth I tried to swallow the lava that bubbled within me. Now that idiot Shukla is planning to impress Khushi's family. How cliche of him...but his grand plan of self inviting himself to Laxmi Nagar won't be successful. He needs to accept the fact that Khushi Gupta is no longer single for fools like him to pounce on. Her words rang in my ears making me roll my eyes. Manners?!? Khushi should have made an excuse to avoid that loser. 

Manners? Yeah right. Tumhe jo karna tha woh to tumne kia nai. Ab main wohi krunga jo mujhe sahi lagega. 

(You did what you felt right. Now wait and see what I would do).

Leaving Khushi all the more confused I hung up on her. And then tried to come up with a plan of my own to resolve this unexpected issue. I checked my phone again to see the time. The clock read 7.45 pm. It is not too late. Maybe I could...oh yes. Of course. This will work. But then I won't be able to do all this on my own. Not with a recovering bullet wound. I need a helping hand to execute this. However, like a god sent help my brother Akaash Raizada walked into my bedroom with a tray of soup in his hand.

Bhai your dinner is here.

Akaash how fast can you drive if we leave for Laxmi Nagar in the next five minutes?

Sorry? What do you mean...

Khushi POV

I could not help but smile as Sid entered my home sweet home with a bouquet of roses for Buaji. Jeeji also blushed furiously when Sid kissed her hand praising her elegance and simplicity. If only Amma and Babuji were living here in Delhi with us then Sid would have brought a smile on their faces too.

Buaji melted like butter on hot pancakes when Sid mentioned him being a devotee of Lord Krishna. The two were in a deep discussion on Puranas when I dragged Jeeji towards the kitchen to lay the dinner table. She elbowed me with a mischief in her eyes.

Buaji is highly impressed by your friend Khushi. Maybe she will ask him to bring his Kundali, to ensure that your horoscope matches with him.

Shaking my head at her teasing I showed her my tongue. Sid had impressed Buaji in some twenty minutes or so of being in our house. Now Buaji will keep badgering me about getting married to a well-mannered man like him. And in South Delhi the pissed off ASR is hell-bent on spoiling my mood. Devi Maiyya why does he have to be so possessive when it comes to me? Sid is a good friend of mine. So what if he is having dinner at my place tonight? Cannot Arnavji be a little understanding? I did not even understand half of his words over the phone. It is the second day of our trial relationship and this is how he treats us? Ughhh.

 Ten minutes later Sid joined the rest of us at the dining table. But as I began to serve him a knock on the door startled all of us. It is 8.30 pm. Who is at the door this late in the evening? I mused. As Jeeji answered the door, Buaji gestured me to continue serving Sid. Completing my task I turned to sit on my chair when a gust of wind alerted me about a familiar presence in my house. I glanced towards the door to see both the Raizada brothers advancing in our direction. Since Arnavjis one hand was wrapped in a sling he raised his other hand to his chest and greeted Buaji with a small smile.

Namaste Buaji. Hum yahan se guzar rahe the socha aapse milte chale. I hope you don't mind our unexpected arrival.

(We were passing through and thought to drop by Buaji).

Buaji and Sid both stood up from their seat surprised by the unexpected company. Buaji's mood changed all of a sudden. Hey Devi Maiyya why did Arnavji come here without consulting me? Buaji is clueless about his amnesia. I am sure she must be recalling our last meeting with him. When Arnavji had forced my hand to work for Anjaliji by throwing a bundle of cash on our dining table. While Sid was fuming with anger. Ughhh. Arnavji loves to rile him up. Sid had every right to get mad at me.

 Buaji kept glaring at Arnavji who now understood that the matriarch of my family was not impressed by him. Thankfully, Akaashji saved all of us from the awkwardness that now surrounded us. He quickly spoke to Buaji distracting her attention from his brother. 

Uhhh Namaste Buaji. Maaf kijiye hum aise yahan aaye. Aap agar busy ho to hum phir kabhi...

(I apologize for dropping unannounced. If you are busy then...)

Nahi nahi Nandkishore. Akaash bitwa aise mat boliye aap. Hum bas Khushi ke mehmaan ke sath khana kha rhe the. Aaplog bhi aayi sath khalenge.

(No no. Don't talk rubbish Akaash bitwa. We were simply having dinner with Khushi's guest. Come join us).

The weather worsened with each passing minute. Heavy rains accompanied by thunder and lightning made the atmosphere more gloomy if possible. Six of us sat at the table but for a while, no one spoke. Only the sounds of cutlery could be heard as the sky rumbled once more. I stabbed my food glaring at Arnavji who sat opposite to me enjoying my dishes as if it was him who was invited for dinner and not Sid. Finally, a few minutes later Buaji spoke out loud startling every one.

Akaash bitwa Siddharth is not only Khushi's colleague but a really good friend too. He is a well-mannered boy.

Akaashji nodded in agreement and this caused Arnavji to fume. Haah. Now he cannot even tolerate Buaji praising my friend. What did he expect that Buaji will be pleased by his unannounced visit to my place? By doing this he pushed Buaji into liking Sid even more. Humse baat kiye bina aagaye muh utha ke ghar. Ab bhugtu Jalkukde Singh Raizada. I mused.

(Who told him to drop by unannounced? Now sit and regret Jealous Singh Raizada).

Buaji you are too good. Aap jaise bade ghar mein ho to hum jaise chote toh kabhi bhi galat kaam krhi nahi sakte. Balki main to kehta hoon aajse aap meri bhi Buaji hain.

(Elders like you make a house home Buaji. In fact from today onwards you are my Buaji).

Kyun nai Nandkishore? Tumhari hi hain bitwa. Aise ladke to kismat walon ko hi milte hain Khushi. Lakhon mein ek hai. Oh why are not serving him the halwa? Siddharth she made this Gajar Halwa with lots of love.

(Why not? I am all yours. Such boys have become extinct in our society Khushi. One in a million).

A loud clank sound reached our ears as Arnavji dropped his spoon on the floor. Quickly serving the halwa to Sid I lowered myself to pick up the spoon. But Arnavji beat me to it and clutched my hand in his own. Thankfully Buaji was busy talking to Akaash and Sid and she missed Arnavji's antics.

Leave my hand. You have already crossed the line by self inviting yourself to my house. 

I tried to get my hand out of his grip but he tangled my fingers in his staring at me with an intensity that I had to stop my struggles. In a husky tone, Mr Raizada whispered my name, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

I had no choice Khushi. Sid wants to impress your family so that Buaji can convince you that he is a better choice for you.

Pulling my hand with enough force I stood up with the spoon and I returned to my seat. Despite feeling Arnavji's eyes on me, for the rest of the dinner, I chose to concentrate on my meal. But his words struck a chord within my heart when I noticed Buaji praising Sid after every two seconds. So what if my family approves of Sid. Arnav Raizada has no right to barge inside my house just to assure his heart that I am only his girlfriend.

The storm and thunder continued to rage. It seemed that the heavy rain would continue for the rest of the night. As I was about to offer everyone my special ginger tea I observed something that made my eyes bulge significantly. Akaashji was holding my sister's hand under the table. While Jeeji ate the dessert with her left hand as if it was an everyday ritual. Wow. Raizada brothers love to hold hands huh. Not wanting to disturb their private moment I quickly announced that my special tea will reach the table soon enough. However, the peace disappeared altogether as Buaji caressed Sid's shoulder with a worried look and verbalized her concern.

How will you drive in this weather bitwa? Idhar hi ruk jao na aaj hum ko bhi acha lagega.

(Stay the night bitwa for my sake).

Idea to acha hai Buaji...

(Your idea is not bad Buaji...)

Three things happened as his voice trailed. A full-fledged smile appeared on Siddharth Shukla's face. A frown replaced the calm expressions of Akaash Raizada. And last but not the least bubbling rage was visible in the eyes of Arnav Singh Raizada who fisted his hand and sneered in the direction of my colleague.

While the thunder echoed in the sky above us, I felt the atmosphere in my little house darken. I knew it. I knew it in the back of my mind that this night would take too long to end. Closing my eyes I prayed to Devi Maiyya that nothing would diminish my small little world till the next sunrise.

Dhruv POV

As everyone left from the dining hall to retire to their respective rooms I sneaked inside the kitchen to microwave the spicy aloo samosa which Anji Bua had hidden from me. Plating the samosa I pressed the timer and bounced on my toes in excitement. As the smell of samosa wafted in the kitchen my anticipation to taste it increased tenfold. Finally, I pulled it out and poured a good amount of ketchup on it.

Ready to feel my favourite spicy salty snack I was about to take a bite of the hot samosa when suddenly my phone rang out loud startling me. My samosa fell on the kitchen counter creating a disturbing noise. My eyes widened when I realized that it was Chachu's call. Nannav Chachu ughhhh. Ek masoom bachche ko chain se samosa party bhi nai krne dete! Rolling my eyes I answered the call.

(He loves to disturb a little kid's snacktime).

Tumne to kaha tha ki ladkiyon ko romantic gestures pasand aate hain...phir Khushi mujhse itni jaldi naraaz kyun hojati hai? I am talking to you D? Aur woh Sid ab to usne hadh hi krdi hai...Dhruv are you there?

(You said girls are fond of romantic gestures...then why ain't Khushi accepting my apology? And that Sid has crossed all the limits...you there Dhruv?)

I pulled the phone away from my ear as his screaming voice almost punctured my sensitive eardrums. Gosh, what is wrong with these Raizadas? Cannot they handle a girl? Placing the samosa back on the plate I sat on the floor with my back against the fridge. From the sound of his voice I understood that he was pacing back and forth. This will take a little longer than I assumed. Another voice greeted me before I could frame an answer for Nannav Chachu.

Dhruv mujhe bhi baat krni hai tumse. It is about a girl. Agar, I Love You kehna ho toh whats the correct procedure...

(I need to talk to you as well Dhruv. If I wish to propose a girl how should I proceed...)

Shut Up Akaash! Meri love life mein waise hi bahut problems chal rahi hain aur yahan tum apni aur Payal ki story discuss kr rahe ho damn it!

(Bro my love life has lots of problems already and here you are discussing your and Payals love story? Damn it).

..Bh..bhai...? Do you know about me and Payal? When? How? I mean...

(Bro..brother?)

Munching on my warm samosa I tried to understand the issues of my Uncles. This is amazing. My goodness. Men I tell you. They are such fools. Taking another bite of my snack I comprehended the entire scene that took place in Laxmi Nagar. Mr Shukla will stay the night in Khushi Mam's place and Nannav Chachu hates this scenario. And Akaash Chachu plans on proposing to Khushi Mam's sister Payal. Nice. Mmmm. Samosa is good.

DHRUV?!? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? WHAT THE HELL? ARE YOU EATING SOMETHING??! Main yahan problem mein hoon aur tum wahan...SAMOSA KHA RHE HO?

(I am suffering over here and you are...ENJOYING SAMOSAS OVER THERE?)

I hiccupped in response. With a sweeping glance, I observed that no one was in the dark kitchen apart from me. Huh? How did he know?

Tum iss waqt kitchen mein wahi khate ho D. I know you. Now stop snacking and help me out!!

(I know you are in the kitchen D).

Okay okay. Relax. Lemme figure it out.

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Precap: the overnight stay at Khushi's house results in lots of trouble, chaos and romance for Arnav and Khushi.

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