AJHS - 22

Part - 22

Khushi POV

Prepared to deal with the snake, Shyam Mallik, I walked inside the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Delhi. My smartphone GPS beeped as soon as I reached the spot. Hiding the small earpiece with my thick hair I tried to take deep breaths. However, Arnavji's intrusion in my ears made me jump.

Relax Khushi. I can hear your uneven breaths. Calm down, sweetheart.

I am calm.

Good. Don't worry we are nearby. Nothing will go wrong. Now walk inside.

Ok, Arnavji.

Faking confidence I crossed the threshold of the warehouse. The interiors resembled a semi-constructed area. I could hear the sound of a leaking tap somewhere. Gulping away I strode ahead towards a room at the end of the warehouse. A bright light flickered through the slightly ajar door. 

There is room at the end. The door is open.

Walk inside Khushi. Two of my men have entered the warehouse. They are behind the pillars. On guard. Do not fear. And yes do not forget to press the button on your neckpiece. I need to see and hear everything.

Hmmm.

Taking a deep breath I twisted the door knob and crossed the threshold. My vision was instantly greeted with a carpeted room, a big desk and an office chair turned away from me. A few men with guns stood around the room as if their absence would mean death for a certain someone. My train of thoughts came to a halt when the chair swirled around to face me. I gasped as a man on the very chair passed me an evil smile. He has to be Shyam Mallik.

Welcome, Khushiji. It is so nice to see you in person.

Khushi keep talking to him. Divert his attention. The police are here.

Arnavji's voice in my ear startled me. I tried to maintain the facade of a victim. It was important for me to divert his mind. He should not realise that my fiance and his enemy ASR, is in the vicinity. My instincts to protect Arnavji kicked in.

I am here to ensure that you keep your promise.

And I certainly will. If you keep your end of the deal.

He stood up from his seat and skirted around the desk that acted as a barrier between us. I did not show any discomfort in his nearness. I tried to behave nonchalantly. But I am sure my fiance was turning red and blue out of jealousy right this second.

I will. I will stay away from Arnavji.

That is what I like about you. A beauty with brains.

Arnav POV

Although I stood just outside the warehouse my heart thundered like a machinegun. The police convinced me that sending Khushi inside as bait will help them catch Shyam Mallik red-handed. I watched the footage of Khushi making conversation with Shyam, feeling thankful that I had made her wear the neckpiece at the last minute. Through the earpiece, I could hear every word being exchanged between the two.

I glared at the unknown man who was responsible for this mess. I kept speaking to my fiance to make this much easier for her. She heard me and made small talks with Shyam.

I will. I will stay away from Arnavji.

That is what I like about you. A beauty with brains.

The compliment awakened the green monster inside me. And soon the creep entered her personal space. This act of his made my blood boil. If he even dares to touch my girl then I will cut off that arm from his body. Gritting my teeth I waited for the right moment to pounce on him. However, Khushi's voice stopped my musings.

What will you gain from hurting him like that Shyamji?

Everything. He destroyed my peace. He took away my reason for living and his pain satisfies me Khushi.

What did he ever do to you?

Once he answers this question the police will have enough evidence to put him behind the bars. I desperately wished for Shyam Mallik to take the bait. And that's what he did. He answered my girl's query passing her an oily smile.

He took away my ancestral property. And because of that huge loss, my father succumbed to death. So, you have to understand Khushiji, torturing him provides me with immense relief.

So you could have done this earlier? Why did you hurt him physically?

Khushiji your ASR snatched my happiness from me. I have every right to murder that man. So I staged an accident, then attempted to shoot him and when things did not work out I caused that chandelier mishap.

I shared a glance with the police who gave me a nod. Finally, I had what they wanted. Shyam Mallik's confession. He admitted the sins he committed. Prepared to hurt him I dashed inside the warehouse along with policemen. With rushed footsteps, I pushed open the door startling Shyam Mallik and his men. He was unprepared for my presence.

With an evil grin, I grabbed him by the collar and thrashed him left and right.

Khushi was pushed behind by the policemen. I witnessed the scene from the corner of my eye. But my focus remained on Shyam. He was responsible for so everything negative in my life. 

I punched him twice in the gut recalling how the accident had made me weak and vulnerable. I beat him black and blue as I remembered how Khushi had kept her distance from me. Shyam Mallik was responsible for my Amnesia. He stole a chunk of my life because of his thirst for revenge.

I pushed him to the ground and impaled my foot on his collar. This man had threatened my girl to the point that she agreed to cancel our marriage for my life. I saw red. Nothing made me halt. I could hear the police pleading with me to let go. But my bleeding heart demanded justice on the spot. I banged his forehead on the floor when a soft hand on my shoulder made me stop.

Usse jaane do please. Marr jaega woh.

(Let him go, please. He will Die otherwise).

TO MARNE DO. ISSNE TUMHE MUJHSE CHEENE KI KOSHISH KARI. EK BAAR NAI BAAR BAAR.

(THEN LET HIM DIE. HE TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOU. MULTIPLE TIMES).

Please let the police take care of this matter. Mere liye? Arnavji, please.

(For me?)

I slapped him one final time and reluctantly let him go. Khushi wrapped her arms around me providing me with instant relief. I allowed the police to arrest the vicious excuse of a man. 

Aman was waiting for us outside the warehouse with a doctor if any medical assistance was needed. Khushi pushed me towards the doctor as I had a few scrapes on my elbow and knuckles after hitting that stupid Shyam. 

After a thorough check-up, we both were allowed to leave the warehouse. I made Khushi sit behind the wheel and was about to open the driver's side of the car when a commotion behind me caught my attention. From the side view mirror, I noticed an out-of-control Shyam running in my direction while a group of policemen tried to stop him.

I turned around to act in defence when suddenly everything blurred before my eyes. A sharp pain shot through my head. I heard Khushi's screaming voice somewhere in the background. Darkness surrounded me. I lost my footing. Someone was clutching my head.

 A plea of staying awake reached me. I gained consciousness for a few seconds. From my cloaked vision, I noticed a teary-eyed Khushi gripping my palm in her own. The alarming sound of the ambulance reached my ears. 

Suddenly the excruciating pain in my head became too much to bear. A wave of darkness took over me. And then it happened. Like a reel of a film, my entire life began to float before my eyes. 

My past. My dead parents. Sheesh-Mahal. Harvard. The fashion show. Humiliating Khushi from our first meet. Dargah. Office. Shantivan. Lavanya. And finally the night of Diwali.

 Every word. Every insult. Every emotion. Like a broken record. My memories kept flashing before me.

Ek din aapko bhagwan pe vishwaas hoga aur uss din hum waha nahi honge...

Hum aapke bina nahi balki aapke bawajood bhi theek hain...

Hum aapko jalana nahi chahte the. Aaj tak humne kisi ko nahi jalaya...

Baat sach ya jhoot ki nai hai. Baat vishwaas ki hai...

Bas itna sa dhakka hi to dia aur aapne usse itna maara...

Asli dunia mein sirf dil toothte hain...

Aapne humari payal apne paas kyun rakhi...

Koi matlab nahi hai...

Khushi POV

Arnavji was being treated in the ICU when both our families arrived in the waiting room. Jeeji and Amma held me as I broke down completely. Throughout the ride to the hospital, I tried to be strong. But here amidst my family, I could no longer control my feelings.

The pain was unbearable. After having gone through so many trials. One emotional gauntlet after another, I wished for a break. Why Devi Maiyya? Why are you punishing us like that? Please don't test us anymore. Please make sure that my Arnavji is alright.

Hum unke bina jee nai payenge Devi Maiyya. Humare Arnavji ko theek krdijiye. Please. Tears kept rolling down my eyes. Suddenly a small hand wiped my cheeks. My head shot up to notice Dhruv Singh Raizada holding a glass of water before me.

(I won't be able to live without him Devi Maiyya. Please make Arnavji alright).

Khushi Ma'am. Paani pi lijiye. I promise Nannav Chachu will be perfectly alright.

(Drink some water).

Pakka Dhruv?

(Sure Dhruv?)

I sounded like a two-year-old looking for assurance from his mother. The kid smiled in my direction and then continued in a soothing voice.

Love makes you do crazy things. He loves you, my soon-to-be Chachi. So Chachu will do a deal with god and will gain consciousness soon. I know it.

Chugging down the glass of water I hugged the little boy to myself. Sometimes little kids make you understand so much about life that you begin to wonder who is the older one between you both.

An hour later the doctor announced that my fiance is out of danger. I heaved a sigh of relief. Even the Raizadas and Guptas shared a smile full of life and happiness. I thanked Devi Maiyya profusely. 

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Precap: Arnav is cured from Retrograde Amnesia; Khushi meets Arnav; Is marriage on the cards for Arshi?

AJHS - 21

Part - 21

Arnav POV

Inkar ki wajah bta do Khushi. Abhi bhi der nai hui hai. 

(Give me a valid reason for your denial Khushi. It is not too late).

This is my wish. Baat khatam.

(Conversation over).

Phir to hogaya faisla. Payal aur Akaash ki aage ki rasamein khatam Khushi. 

(Then the decision has been made. Payal and Akaash won't have any more wedding rituals Khushi).

For the first time, I could read many things on her tired face. Anger. Pain. Hurt. Disappointment. But something made me read her eyes. They appear to be haunted by something. In fact, since my arrival, she has been darting her gaze around as if Khushi has been made to stay away from me. And being caught together would end our lives. Can this be true? Is she being threatened?

She shook her head and turned to leave as my answer left her baffled. But I did not allow her to go away. Striding to her I clutched her wrist in my hands. She did not move around for some time. Annoyed by her I twisted her form around to face me. Her expressions were speaking volumes to me. This doe-eyed woman is hiding something from me. And I will figure out what is it that has forced Khushi to take such a drastic step.

Her jasmine fragrance tickled my nostrils. Unable to stop myself I slowly leaned toward those rosy lips. Her breath hitched as I neared her. Khushi wanted to be kissed by me. Her trembling lips made me aware of the same. With a smirk, I almost touched her nose. I shut my eyes giving in to the pleasure.

Before I could touch those pink petals my phone beeped twice. The noise was loud enough for Khushi to come back to her senses. She pushed me away and stood feet away from me. I clenched my fist irritated by the interruption. We would have kissed each other if this stupid device had not made an offending sound. Ughh.

 Breaking my gaze from my fiance I checked the emails from my manager Aman. The man who tried to hurt Khushi on Payals engagement was in police custody. I sighed in relief. But the new mail in my inbox made me clench my jaw. It was a report sent by Khushi's bodyguard. My fiance had answered a phone call before entering her house in Laxmi Nagar after the engagement party had ended.

I need to be somewhere right now. You have a few hours to breathe Khushi Gupta. Because after my return things will become tough for you.

Without hearing her response I sat behind the wheel and drove away to my office. I needed some answers. It is high time I figure out who is making my life so difficult. It is time to revert to my ASR ways. Let's see who has the guts to complicate my life.

Khushi POV

With a whoosh sound, his car disappeared from the parking lot. And when I was sure that my fiance would not return I held the nearby pillar for support. My weakened knees touched the floor with a thud. I wept like a baby unable to understand my fate. Why? Why did all this happen to me Devi Maiyya? Arnavji and I were so happy till last night. And now look at us. We are like two birds stuck in different cages trying to find a way to the outside world.

In between my sobs, I recalled how drastically one phone call changed my mood yesterday after I returned from the engagement party held in Shantivan.

Flashback -

Making sure that all my family members were inside I paid the cab driver when suddenly my phone went off. Collecting my change from the cabbie I answered the unknown caller in an unsure voice. I could feel that something was seriously wrong.

Hello...

Hi Ms Gupta. This is purely a friendly call. I thought you should be introduced to the man who caused the accident of your fiance last Diwali...right?

My heart thundered like a machinegun inside my chest. His words troubled me. Oh no. Devi Maiyya?!? Am I speaking to a criminal right now??! With shallow breaths, I tried to compose myself. I need to cover up this fear. With false confidence, I answered the creepy voice.

You are the man who did that hideous crime? Are you not ashamed of yourself?

Ms Gupta be thankful for your lucky stars that I did not finish my job. I even tried to shoot him in his office. I planned to kill that cold-hearted beast but God granted him mercy again and again...

Oh my goodness! He tried to shoot him in the AR office too? I recalled that day when Arnavji was shot brutally in front of me. However, he was hospitalised immediately and somehow my fiance was granted another chance to live. It was only after that dreadful event that I had proposed a trial relationship with Arnavji. Blinking twice I tried to concentrate on his talks.

What do you want Mr.?

It is Shyam Mallik. Arnav's paternal cousin. ASR took over my father's land, the Sheesh Mahal. He is responsible for my father's demise. And this means Arnav will continue to suffer. So if you don't want your beloved to die then do as I say. 

My eyes widened with each word of his. Tears rolled down my eye pocket when he told me to cancel our wedding. I wanted to shout. I wished to scream out loud. I wanted to be held in Arnavji's arms. The one place where I could find my solace. But no one was around. It was only me standing alone in the streets of Laxmi Nagar. Abandoned. Alone. 

Please don't make me do this. I don't wish to hurt him.

So you wish to make me a murderer Khushiji?

NO. No-no-no. Please. Don't hurt him. I...I...I will...cancel...the wedding.

Good girl. And remember do not reveal a single word about this conversation to anyone. Or else...

No. No. I will keep mum. I promise.

The call ended and I kept staring at the dark sky. The night was starless without any signs of light. Hopeless. Messed up. Like me. There was no moon tonight. It was the Amawasiya. 

Flashback ends...

Wiping away my tears I flagged the nearest auto and left the school. On my way home I tried to think of the different ways in which I could convince Arnavji to allow my Jeeji's wedding. So what if I cannot get my happiness? My sister deserves all the goodness in life. 

Arnav POV

Folding my hands across my chest I leaned back on the cafe seat as Raj Malhotra revealed the details of that particular call to me. I clenched my teeth as he explained the one-sided conversation between my fiance and another fellow who somehow coaxed Khushi to cancel our wedding.

Give me more details Raj?

Sir, she was scared. Teary-eyed. Disturbed. I wished to intervene but then she disappeared inside her house. And a few minutes ago my substitute informed me that she broke down after you drove away from her place of work.

DAMN IT!!!

My voice was loud enough to disturb the rest of the guests. But I did not bother much. At the moment only Khushi my fiance is my utmost priority. Someone is threatening her to a point that she is hell-bent on not marrying me.

Kab tak? Kab tak Khushi meri wajah se taqleef sahegi? I have become the bane of her existence. This was supposed to be the happiest time of our lives. 

No. No more. Jo Khushi se mujhe juda karna chahega main usko iss duniaa se khatam krdunga. Arnav aur Khushi Hamesha saath rahenge.

(Whoever tries to separate Khushi and me will have to die. Arnav and Khushi will remain together Forever).

Knowing what I needed to do, I placed a few bucks on the table, stood up and walked out of the cafe while Raj tailed me. It is time to show that good for nothing man what happens when you mess with the love life of Arnav Singh Raizada.

Raj track down the details of that caller.

Sitting behind the wheel I left Raj to do his tasks. Now I know the reason behind Khushi's reluctance for this marriage. It is time to make her realise that no matter what Khushi needs to communicate with me. Even in desperate times. If Khushi had told me about these threats then I would have easily solved the issue. She needs to know that we are in this together. My fiance needs to understand that we are a team, she is not allowed to take unilateral decisions anymore.

Driving like a maniac I reached Laxmi Nagar in less than twenty minutes. Luckily Khushi was pulling away the dried bedsheets hanging around the porch. Smirking at her innocent form I parked my vehicle and strode towards my woman.

Startled by my presence she immediately passed me a cold look. This facade is useless Khushi Kumari Gupta. You are caught in the game. Without breaking the eye contact I began to pull the rest of the bedsheets.

What are you doing Arnavji? Just stop it. Arnavji?

Gathering the rest of the bedsheets I pulled the basket from her and placed all the sheets in one place. Kissing her blazing cheek I walked behind her and entered the house of my in-laws. I could see Babuji, Amma, Buaji and Payal sitting on the sofa having their supper. Acknowledging my presence the Guptas stood up and passed me an awkward greeting.

I am asking something Arnavji? Leave this basket, will you? And who invited you here? This is my...

Mera Sasural. I know. I am simply helping you with the chores dear.

(My in-law's place).

Buaji coughed a little hiding a giggle that escaped her lips. The rest of the family stood bewildered by the turn of events. None of them expected me to be so calm and composed after Khushi cancelled our wedding. The scene was amusing for everyone. I turned sideways to see my doe-eyed girl staring at me with a gaping mouth.

Shaadi cancel hogai hai. Kahan ka sasural ab?

(I have cancelled the wedding. You don't have any in-laws. Get it?)

Maine nai ki. Right Buaji?

(I have not cancelled).

Haan Haan bitwa. Cancel dono taraf se na hi hua hai. To shaadi abhi bhi pakki hai.

(Yes yes kiddo. Cancellation has to be from both sides. So the wedding is still on).

It seemed everybody was supporting me. Khushi was left alone with her lashings. Her confidence weakened watching her family members siding with me. Even Amma offered to make me Chai. While Khushi Kumari Gupta fumed in anger. With her nose held high, the woman snatched the basket from my hands and marched into her room. I faced the audience behind me. However, it seems that the Guptas want me and Khushi to patch up as soon as possible. Everyone passed me a grin. Buaji practically pushed me towards Khushi's room. Chuckling at her enthusiasm I sauntered to the one place where my beloved loves to hide.

Khushi POV

Pretending to be furious I came back from my living room. This anger and hatred is not meant for me. This is not me. That serpent Shyam is such a cruel person. It is because of him that I have to put on this facade. But then I can go to any lengths to save Arnavji. Despite being Arnavji's relative the man is hell-bent on destroying him. I won't allow him to do so. I will do everything to protect the man I love.

And then in the blink of an eye, Arnav Singh Raizada entered my room. He arrested me with his gaze immediately. I tried to open my mouth and come up with some hateful words but the man began to reduce the distance between us. Glancing towards my phone he took the last step and successfully cornered me to the wall.

What are you trying to...?

Remember I told you something outside your school? Your few hours are over Khushi. 

Listen Mr Raizada you...

After that chandelier mishap, I had no choice but to assign a bodyguard to ensure your safety Khushi. A man has been reporting to me about you since that unfortunate event. 

A gasp escaped my lips. His words made me realise something. My activities were being monitored? Hey, Devi Maiyya Arnavji knows about the blackmailer. Woh jaante hain ki humne iss shaadi se inkaar kyun kia. I lifted my eyes to meet his. And all I could see was love and compassion.

(He knows everything).

Aap jaante hain...?

(You know...?)

Sab kuch jaanta hoon.

(I know everything).

His warm hands cupped my face. His forehead touched mine. The gesture was enough to make me cry. He knows. He understands. Unable to control my emotions I broke down. And in between my sobs, I tried to apologize for everything.

He...he...threatened to...kill you...I had to...I had to agree...I am...sorry...I did not.. think...I cannot lose you...not again...I...

My words were muffled as Arnavji wrapped me in his embrace. I tightened my hold around him. His warmth provided me with a certain level of strength. He caressed my back lovingly as if he understood all the pain that I had to bear because of that good-for-nothing serpent. Clutching him I continued to mumble my helplessness to him.

Shhh. Relax. Main hoon na. Main sab theek krdunga. I PROMISE Khushi. Bas ab mujhse kuch mat chupana. It is time to face the demons who are adamant on separating us.

(I am here. I will make it alright. Do not hide anything from me anymore).

His words reassured me to some extent. Nonetheless, I continued to weep in his arms. When even after a few minutes my tears did not halt Arnavji loosened his hold and pulled my face back to wipe my eyes. He then shared a mischievous smile with me. The gesture confused me a little. I sniffed trying to understand the gesture.

Kua hua Arnavji?

(What is wrong Arnavji?)

Ek green lehenge mein mere saamne aa khadi hui tum. Aur kismat kuch zyada hi meherbaan hogai mujhpe kyunki tum meri baahon mein gir gayin. 

(Clad in a green lehenga you stood before me and destiny showered me with a blessing in disguise or should I say a blessing in my arms?)

Kya? 

(What?)

Yup. Green lehenga tha. Pehli baar aise hi mile the right?

(It was a green outfit. Remember when we met each other for the first time?)

Aapko yaad aagaya woh pal?

(You remember that moment?)

Uhuh. Tumhari woh darri hui nazarein aur kaapte hont. I am sure us waqt main flat hogaya hunga tumpe.

(Your scared eyes and trembling lips. I am sure I felt like butter on hot pancakes at that moment).

My face turned into a beetroot. The description was slightly sensuous making me realise that Arnavji must have felt something for me even then. But he managed to hide his real feelings as usual. How foolish I was to assume that he can only feel anger towards me. This man loves to hide behind facades.

Tab to bahut gussa the aap.

(You seemed angry then).

Hmmm, zaroor tumne mujh jaise rakshas par apna jaadu chalaya hoga. Aur un sab new feelings se bhaagne ke liye maine gusse ka istemaal kia hoga.

(You must have possessed me with your seductive looks. And I must have used my anger to hide the erupting emotions within me).

I chuckled hearing his words. He thinks I am a seductress who managed to wrap him around my pinkie. Arnavji seriously needs help. But it did not take me long to grasp that he was saying all this to distract my mind. Shaking my head I cupped his cheek feeling my previous emotions return. He needs to know why I did what I did.

Aapko kuch na ho isliye darr kar shaadi cancel krdi. Uss Shyam Mallik ne humein aapka naam lekar dhamkaya tha.

(The fear of losing you made me cancel our marriage. That Shyam Mallik threatened me).

What did you say? Shyam Mallik?

Ji.

(Yes).

And I told him every single detail about the phone call that we shared. Throughout my explanation, the man held my hand in his own. When I faltered Arnavji rubbed my palms to calm me. Words like Sheesh Mahal and Mallik's confused him a little. He has not completely recovered from Retrograde Amnesia. He needs time to analyze these details.

Khushi I know how we are supposed to deal with him. Mujhe kuch nahi hoga aur tum bhi safe rahogi. You wanna hear my plan?

(Nothing would happen to me and you will remain safe too).

Shyam POV

I was satisfied with the success of my plan. ASR was finally facing defeat. The love of his life is no longer interested in marrying him. Imagining his heart break I began to twirl around my warehouse.

Soon. Very soon the absence of Khushi Gupta will make him a breathing dead body. This pain of separation will make him hollow from within. He will feel excruciating pain. Just like my father. And only after witnessing his doom...I will breathe peacefully.

I was about to call Khushi Gupta again to execute my next plan when out of the blue I received a call from her. Hmmm. Interesting. Seems like she is desperate for the safety of Arnav Singh Raizada. Well, it would be nice to hear her begging me for ASRs life.

Yes Ms Gupta. How can I help you?

I want to meet you Shyamji. 

The determination behind her meek voice made me grin. Finally, I was waiting for this day to come. This girl has made things so much easier for me. Khushi Gupta would do anything for ASR. Just about anything. And this desperation for a visit proves that my assumption is right. But something did not feel right about her sudden request.

May I know the reason why you are so eager to visit me Khushiji?

I want to ensure that you will keep your word.

My word?

Yes your word. That you are not supposed to harm Arnavji as long as I keep my distance.

Smirking at her explaination I let go of my doubts. Nonetheless, my curiosity won. This woman has guts. She dares to challenge me. It would be great to meet her. Khushi Gupta needs to know the power and position of Shyam Mallik. If I could reduce ASR from a ruthless businessman to a vulnerable emotional fool then my capabilities are worth much more.

Fine Ms Gupta. I will let you know how and where you can meet me.

I cut her call and sighed feeling strange happiness spread inside me. I am so close to my goal. ASR will be destroyed soon. He will become a nameless ghost. All that name and fame will disappear with time. People will remember only Mallik. Shyam Mallik. Giving out a maniacal laugh I sat on my chair anticipating my meeting with Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Arnav POV

Sitting inside the restaurant I hugged Khushi to my body and passed Aman Mathur a stern look. He was supposed to find a solution to our problem. But the man was trying to tease the hell out of me. This is the first time that I am being so protective toward a girl. My past affairs were filled with distant casualness. According to him I never held any woman in my arms like I did Khushi.

Stop staring and tell me more about how to deal with this psycho Shyam.

He rolled his eyes at my comment but then pulled his chair closer to the two of us. Khushi to leaned over the table sharing a conspirative look with me. Great just great. Why does this feel like a confidential FBI discussion? Knowing that Khushi desired for me to lean as well I repeated her actions.

In a hushed whisper, my manager explained in detail how we would tackle the snake Shyam Mallik. It was a risky plan. But to gather sufficient evidence and see him behind the bars once and for all, Khushi and I were ready to go ahead. Initially, my fiance frowned listening to the whole ordeal. She did not appreciate this idea which was surrounded by so many dangers. However, I assured her that this has to be done. And being ASR I would have the necessary back up if any thing goes wrong in the process.

Soon Aman left us at the restaurant. Kissing my girl's forehead I gathered her in my arms. Shyam Mallik will be out of our lives in no time. He needs to understand that nothing and no one can separate Khushi from Arnav. These two names have been engraved together by Khushi's Devi Maiyya herself.

I dont want to loose you Arnavji.

You wont Khushi.

Hum dono humesha saath rahenge.

(We will be together always and forever).

Humesha?

(Forever?)

Haan. Mere dil ke do tukde koi nai krsakta.

(Yes. No one can tear my heart in two pieces).

Hearing my statement Khushi gripped my shoulders firmly. I could feel all her doubts disappearing in thin air. Finally my girl was back in my arms. Shyam Mallik it is time for you to pay for your sins. Caressing her back I whispered sweet nothings in Khushi's ear. Now I felt prepared to deal with the psycho Shyam. 

AJHS - 20

Part - 20

Lavanya POV

I stared at the invitation card kept on the dining table with a look of disappointment. I was having lunch at NKs place when suddenly a delivery boy arrived with a parcel on his doorstep. The package consisted of a music box and an invite to a double wedding.

When NK twisted his head in my direction I chose to ignore the card. He gave me a lot of time to get over the fact that my ex-boyfriend and best friend were getting married. We kept talking about other things. 

However, during supper, I could not help but glare at the envelope which caused a roller coaster of emotions to rise within me. Pain. Hurt. Sadness. Damn it. Was I hiding my sorrows under makeshift joy to keep others from seeing my vulnerability? But I believe in NK's company I feel delighted. As if we are in a bubble of happiness. Our small little world.

Stop it La. Stop staring at the invite as if it is a bomb with a timer meant to kill you.

I blinked rapidly. When did he sit beside me? Oh my goodness. I am acting like a psychotic woman who just received the invite to her ex-boyfriend's wedding. ASR was never an emotionally involved boyfriend. He always acted like I was an extra burden of his to bear. I twisted in my chair to see a smiling Nandkishore staring back at me.

I know it is not a bomb. It is just that...

He grabbed my hand in his own. The feeling was beyond anything I have ever felt. The comfort made me grin involuntarily. Pecking my palm he tucked a fringe that was tickling my forehead for a while now.

...it is just that you do not wish to see Nannav again. Completely understandable La. If you do not wish to attend the ceremony then we won't visit India. 

No. Do not make such a sacrifice on my behalf.

He did not say anything but simply leaned closer to my body only to enclose me in his warm embrace. The gesture made a tear escape my eye pocket. He kept patting my back for a while. And my mind could come up with only one solution for final closure. 

Arnav POV

Jeeju kept me company in my room as I wore the sherwani meant that came from the Gupta house. As per the traditions our wedding attires were supposed to be gifts from our in-laws. Just like me Khushi too would be dressed in the lehenga that Nani and Di bought for her. While wearing my watch I could not help but glance at the box on my dressing table. My engagement gift for Khushi Gupta. Today in the afternoon after our engagement in the middle of the Mehendi function I would make her wear this beautiful Kundan jewellery.

Cannot believe you are getting engaged to Khushi Gupta Saale Sahab? I mean I still remember months back when I visited Delhi after your accident you were so disappointed with life.

I glanced at my brother in law from the dressing table mirror. His words made me realise how much things have changed since my accident. Months back having no memories of my past made me vulnerable and edgy. I pushed my family away. I was mad at every single thing in my life. And the haunting alien silence was of no help. But later on, I met Khushi Kumari Gupta and since then I began to love my life. My dark world brightened by her light.

Love changes everything Jeejaji.

It does Saale Sahab.

Passing me a wink he left my room allowing me the privacy to focus on my thoughts. I was about to apply a little amount of hair gel when suddenly the reflection in the mirror swapped into a ramp where models clad in red indo western attire kept coming and going. I blinked twice unable to understand this memory of mine. Oh yes. I am in the fashion business of course this is a part of my work-life. 

However, in a few seconds, my eyes widened in disbelief watching Khushi Kumari Gupta in a bright green lehenga.

Surprise and shock laced her features. For a second she stood very still and then it happened. Losing her balance the woman fell off the stage. I caressed the mirror in fear that she might hurt herself.  

I gasp at the next image that appeared in the mirror. She did fall to the ground. Rather I held her quivering form in my arms throwing daggers at the woman of my dreams. Her trembling lips and terrified expression brought no change within me. Jerking her away from my body I almost threw her to the ground. And then everything vanished. I could see my horrified face in the mirror again.

Holy sh*t!!!

Is this how I met Khushi? Breaking her fall in a nasty manner and watching her like an evil villain?

Damn it.

An hour later we assembled in the hall. Khushi and I stood in the centre while our families stayed at a distance from the rest of the guests. A spotlight on us made us a little conscious. I could feel Khushi's eyes on me. Her glances have not escaped me. But my mind is still preoccupied with the earlier incident. My memories of our first meeting.

This is so strange. We are poles apart from one another. Our behaviour, action, temperament, everything is the complete opposite. But still, fate chose us to be together. We fell in love. After months of pain and turmoil, we ended our toxic relationship only to start afresh. Which makes me wonder whether I am a fool to believe that there is no god? Because this is no less than a miracle.

Suddenly I felt someone nudging me pulling me away from my train of thoughts. Khushi had had enough of my aloofness. She raised her eyebrows in an attempt to ask me about my worries. She could not do much as we were still crowded. I shook my head in denial trying to ease her. But this woman knows me better than everyone present here. So to assure her I simply whispered.

Later Khushi. I promise.

We exchanged rings amidst the applause of our families. I could not help but stare at my ladylove who blushed furiously. She looked like a ripe cherry in her maroon and blue lehenga. The piece enhanced her beauty beyond limits. While the Guptas and Raizadas kept teasing us I did not waiver my gaze from my now fiance.

But I could not admire her for long since Di took her away for her and Payals Mehendi function. Damn it. Whoever declared these rituals to be ladies only is a biased individual. A sexist pig. Why cannot a man see his woman's hands decorated in henna designs? Society and traditions are hard things to grasp.

But I won't allow these stupid rituals to separate me and Khushi. Did she not challenge me the other day about not seeing her till we are a married couple? I have to prove her wrong. I will see her at the Mehendi event. I will give her my special gift too. Let's see who has the guts to stop me!

I kept waiting for the perfect opportunity to see my girl. The ladies' function was happening in the Raizada Mansion backyard. The place was decorated with marigold flowers and mirror decorations. The only open window with a view of the backyard was too from the gazebo. I could only see the hundreds of ladies surrounding the area like flies in a honeypot. 

Agar ye log Khushi ko itna chupaenga to main kaise dekhunga.

(If these ladies will hide Khushi to such an extent then how will I catch a glimpse of her).

Bhai I wish we could see our brides on this day. But the no men policy is a mood spoiler.

I cocked my head to the side to see my brother who wore a similar look of anticipation and dejection. Ughhhh. Nani and Di cannot keep us away from our girls. Will have to sort this mess at the earliest. The sooner I can see Khushi the sooner I will be able to make her wear the gift that I have been carrying with me. Patting my pocket one more to feel it I grabbed Akaash by his neck and whispered my plan to him.

Slowly the despair on his face was replaced by a hearty smile. Great. It is time to show everyone what these Raizada men are capable of.

Some half an hour later HP returned to us with the latest updates on what was happening in the Mehendi function. According to him both his Bhabhis were done with the henna designs. The weather was not so pleasant now. The sun no longer played peek-a- 

boo like this morning. And Nani now wished the would-be brides to rest indoors. I smirked listening to this tiny detail. 

HP me and Akaash are leaving for some office work ask Nani to make Khushi and Payal rest in our rooms. To my annoyance, my servant passed me a knowing smile. I simply raised my eyebrow in his direction asking him to get out without being much rude. Thankfully he cleared his throat and escaped the living room. I shared a wink with my brother who knew where we had to go for the time being.

Khushi POV

During the engagement ceremony, Arnavji looked a little out of place. He was lost somewhere to be precise. I tried to ask him what was troubling him but since we were surrounded by our families I could not analyse much. He whispered the word 'later' to me. We exchanged our rings amidst our families and I could feel Mr Raizada's eyes on me. Maybe his mind was diverted after my constant queries. Later Di dragged me away to sit with Jeeji for the Mehendi function. I was doing an impromptu jig in my mind knowingly. Mr Arnav Singh Raizada was prohibited to attend this event and I am very sure that I will win the challenge of not facing him till our wedding ceremony.

When our henna filled hands dried Nani suggested I and Jeeji rest in our would-be rooms as HP delivered the news that both of them were out for some urgent work. Patting my shoulder in a winning gesture I left the gazebo with Di's help. She escorted me to Arnavjis room and only after ensuring that I was comfortable did she let me rest. But before she ejected the room I requested a refreshment. Anjali Di told me to wait for a while as she would send HP with the juice and a few snacks.

Smiling to myself I chose to sit on the edge of Arnavjis bed. Soon we will be sharing this room. The idea made me turn red. Tired of today's events I chose to lay down on the bed. I made sure that only my elbows touched the bed. The henna on my hands was still not completely dry. Closing my eyes I began to hum my favourite number of Salman Khans movie. Dil Diyan Gallan always reminds me of Arnavji and my story.

A knock on the door startled me but knowing that it was just HP with a tray of snacks I asked him to come inside. My eyes were still shut. As I continued my hummings a gust of wind blew across my face. My body was on high alert. Realization dawned upon me. It was not HP who knocked on the bedroom door. My eyes fluttered open, only to see my fiance standing over my head with a familiar smirk adorning his face.

Maine kaha tha na Khushi Kumari Gupta humein milne se koi nai rok sakta. Tum bhi nahi.

(I told you Khushi Kumari Gupta, no one can stop us from meeting each other. Not even you).

Hawwwwww!!!

With a loud exclamation, I tried to sit on the bed but found it difficult to do so because of my henna clad hands. Gulping nervously in the proximity of my fiance I kept looking at the wall behind him. But thankfully he understood my condition and placing a hand on my waist he made me sit up straight.

As soon as I felt a little comfortable I stood up from the bed and tried to walk out to the poolside. It looked beautiful decorated with marigold flowers. However, my fiance stopped me by guarding the glass door of the pool area.

Kya hua? Feeling shy?

(What happened?)

Nai woh hum...

(No actually I...)

Khushi you lost the challenge. Admit it. 

Haan toh aapne cheating kri. HPji se kahan ki aap office chale gaye hain aur humein yahan bula liya.

(Yeah because you cheated. Using HPji you lied to all of us about leaving for some official work and made me come here).

Instead of receiving a verbal response, I found myself retreating from him. My fiance kept advancing toward me. My heart thundered in my chest feeling strange butterflies floating within me. Our synchronized dance continued till my back touched his almirah. His eyes never left mine. But his hands moved towards his pocket. The movement distracted me. Slowly he pulled out a piece of kundan jewellery. Raising the ornament between us he passed me a smirk.

Cheating nai karta to ye kaise deta?

(Well cheating helped me in gifting this to you. Did it not?)

Ye..ye kya hai?

(Wh..what's this?)

Waist chain. For my girl.

I gasped feeling his hands snaking around my waist caressing my belly button in between. A few seconds later I felt the kundan Kamar bandh wrapped around my waist. The blouse of my lehenga was short enough to make the chain visible to everyone's eyes.

Thank you.

Anything for you.

His eyes glimmered with a strange passion making me gulp nervously. Slowly he closed the little distance between us. His lips landed on mine making me smile into the kiss. 

I am finally about to fulfil my dream. After so many struggles and up and down Arnavji and I will be bound to one another. The holy vows will tie us to each other in an unbreakable hold. But somewhere amid our happiness I could not help but feel a twinge of fear. As if something terrible was about to happen. As if danger was waiting in the drapes for the both of us.

Shyam POV

I entered the premises of Raizada Mansion dressed in a designer kurta. Instead of wearing a disguise, I chose to blend with the crowd. The guards did not check me as I walked in along with another guest with a gift and smile plastered across my face. My eyes wandered in every direction. It was important to keep Khushi Gupta in my sights. My next task requires a good amount of manipulation.

For a while, I kept an eye on the rest of the Raizadas. The fools were busy greeting the crowd of guests. ASR was nowhere to be found. He must be hovering around his fiance. I was trying to locate the woman when she rushed down the stairs with a blush on her face. She kept glancing behind her. That's when I saw him. He was following her with a smile on his face.

I fisted my palms in anger. How I wish to wipe off that smile...Soon Raizada. Soon my dream will be fulfilled. You snatched my father's dream. You took away Sheesh Mahal from us. Let us see how you tackle my next attack. My phone vibrated at the same second diverting my attention. I opened my device only to see something that I was desperately waiting for. Khushi Gupta soon to be Raizadas contact number.

Saving the number I sat on the nearby sofa and moved ahead with my task of breaking the mighty Arnav Singh Raizada. Now no one can stop me from succeeding in my mission. None.

Smirking to myself I picked up the glass of juice offered by the servants of Shantivan and focused on my job.

Arnav POV

I said my goodbyes to Khushi with a heavy heart as the Mehendi event ended. It was time for the Guptas to go back home. There was still a lot to be done. The Haldi and Pheras were scheduled for the day after tomorrow. So we could not ask them to stay for long.

Di and Jeeju did not leave a chance to tease me as soon as Khushi and her family left Shantivan, they were hovering around me. So juvenile of them. They were doing the same with Akaash but my brother was blushing like crazy. Rolling my eyes at them I chose to ignore the childishness and retired to my room.

Following my nightly routine, I soon fell into a deep sleep. Clueless about what surprises the next morning will bring for me. 

The next morning I woke up and joined my family for breakfast but none of them was talking and laughing like usual. The silence irked me. As it is Khushi did not message me this morning. So my mood was not very good. I stared back at them utterly confused. Even my little nephew Dhruv looked upset. Unable to understand their state of mind I asked D about this current dullness.

What's going D? I thought everyone will be happy after tomorrow's function? Even you look tensed to me?

He shared a look with the rest of the family and then sighed in disappointment. Now, this was making me mad. Nobody bothered to answer me. So I had no choice but to verbalize my anger.

HUA KYA HAI DAMN IT?!?

(WHAT HAPPENED DAMN IT?!?

My scream was enough to alert the rest of the family that only a straightforward answer will satisfy me now. Watching me fearfully Akaash pushed his glasses and answered my question. While his response left me flabbergasted.

Khushiji ne aapse shaadi ke liye....inkaar krdia bhai.

(Khushiji has denied marrying...you bhai).

I blinked as my mind comprehended the bizarre words uttered by my brother. This has to be a joke. Where is the punchline? Is this another ritual in the name of leg-pulling? I waited for the punch line. I waited for the prank to end. But nobody laughed. This is serious. This is damn serious. Unable to accept this I slammed my fist over the dining table. 

CHOTTE?!?

BHAI?!?

Before anyone could pamper me I raised my hand stepping away from them. I felt immense anger inside me. As if some unknown and dark side within me had been activated. Somehow Akaash's statement had unlocked a hidden rage inside me. So this is him. My other side. ASR. 

Leave. Me. Alone.

Pushing away from the table I dashed back to my room. I hunted for my phone like a mad man. Finally, I found it on the recliner in my room. Pulling my hair in frustration I kept calling Khushi Gupta. But I got the same answer each time. Switched off. 

What the hell is wrong with her? How can she do this? Knowing where she would be at this time I rushed out of my room. My family tried to stop me but I did not answer their calls and picking up the car keys I left Shantivan.

I drove like a maniac. Throughout my journey, I kept calling her. But her device was still switched off.

Very soon I reached her place of work. She had told me two days back how she had organised her classes to take a leave for our marriage. Today was supposed to be her last working day. From tomorrow onwards she had planned to take a leave for a fortnight. I reached the floor allotted for language classes. It was easy to find her room. The transparent glass window made it easy for me to locate her.

She was simply sitting at her desk with a faraway look on her face while her students were busy with some sort of assignment. There was sadness and remorse etched on her features. The boiling rage within me simmered a little after that. It is clear. Khushi is not too happy with her decision. Damn it. If she is so lost after cancelling our marriage then there has to be a very solid reason behind this decision of hers.

Sometime later the bell rang and Khushi walked out of the class dejectedly. Unable to take in her gloominess I stood before my fiance blocking her path. Khushi's eyes met mine. And for a moment I saw happiness and hope shimmering in those pools. However, as if a switch was flipped, her attitude changed. With a tightness in her voice, she curled her hands and spoke to me.

This is my place of work. I don't like distractions here.

She was prepared to hurt me. As if this was the only way to handle things. I chose to be quiet. When she did not receive the desired response Khushi skirted around me to walk ahead. But I knew there was something very wrong with her and my calculative mind knew how to tackle such a situation. If this is what it takes to get her back then let's see how this goes. Passing her a deadly smirk I replied coldly.

I know why I am here Khushi Kumari Gupta.

My words were enough to cut through the silence and freeze her expression. My tone resembled the cruelty of ASR. Sheer confusion rendered her incapable of doing or saying anything. The overpowering urge to touch her made me restless. But this time I controlled my softer side. 

Kya matlab?

(What do you mean?)

I mean sirf ek couple ki shaadi cancel hui hai Khushi. Since we are not getting married Payal aur Akaash ka rishta bhi nai hoga.

(Technically speaking only one wedding has been cancelled. Since we are not getting hitched Payal and Akaash will not marry each other too).

Her eyes widened as they flitted up to my face. Finally, she understood that my ASRish ways had resurfaced. She stood rooted to the spot staring at me as if I spoke in Latin. I have successfully trapped her. Now she won't run away from me. Passing her a sarcastic smile I waved in her direction and left the building, knowing very well that she would follow me soon.

Sorry for this manipulation Khushi but you have left me no choice. If you will cut ties with me then I will use every possible way to coax you, until you accept our love again. Leaning against my car I gave a picture of ease and comfort to a fuming Khushi Gupta who rushed out of her language school. Her eyes darted in every direction until they met mine. Teasing her further I began to admire my fingers. My actions successfully irked her, because the next moment someone slammed her palm on the bonnet of my car.

Himmat kaisi hui aapki Jeeji aur Jeeju ka rishta khatm karni ki?

(How dare you try and cancel my sister's wedding?)

Kyun? Tum todo rishta to theek main krun to galat. That's not how it works Khushi.

(Why? Only you have all the right to break a relationship, not me).

Her expressions turned cold. Cold like ice. Stiff like ice. Dangerous like a silent avalanche. She was mirroring the ASR within me. And that was turning me on. That look. She is a vixen sent from hell to finish me off. Damn it. So sexy.

Gulping my desires I gave her a nonchalant look. Leaning into her personal space I made her nervous. She reeled back. 

Inkar ki wajah bta do Khushi. Abhi bhi der nai hui hai. 

(Give me a valid reason for your denial Khushi. It is not too late).

This is my wish. Baat khatam.

(Conversation over).

Phir to hogaya faisla. Payal aur Akaash ki aage ki rasamein khatam Khushi. 

(Then the decision has been made. Payal and Akaash won't have any more wedding rituals Khushi).

She shook her head and turned to leave as my answer left her baffled. But I did not allow her to go away. Striding to her I clutched her wrist in my hands. She did not move around for some time. Annoyed by her I twisted her form around to face me. Her expressions were speaking volumes to me. This doe-eyed woman is hiding something from me. And I will figure out what is it that has forced Khushi to take such a drastic step.

Her jasmine fragrance tickled my nostrils. Unable to stop myself I slowly leaned toward those rosy lips. Her breath hitched as I neared her. Khushi wanted to be kissed by me. Her trembling lips made me aware of the same. With a smirk, I almost touched her nose. I shut my eyes giving in to the pleasure.

Precap: Arnav figures out the reason behind Khushi's denial of the wedding;

Shyam has a conversation with ASR.