TBZTPK - 3

Part 3

Arnav POV

"Oh, I am sorry Bhai...Laxmi just ran away from my clutches. She took the stairs from the terrace and then..."

"HOW DARE YOU DISTURB US?!?"

Itni mushkilon ke baad I finally found the golden opportunity to spend time with my woman. And this fellow family member dares to spy on us! And that too in the name of this stupid goat. Rage boiled inside me. I turned towards my girl Khushi who watched the scene wide-eyed. Her mouth fell open as she stared into my eyes. Grabbing her head I did not allow Dhruv to spoil the moment and pushed my lips against hers for ten long seconds. The idiot brother of mine gasped out loud. However, I did not stop before getting my fill of my wife. I pecked her once more and then let go of her squirming frame.

(After facing so many obstacles, I finally found the golden opportunity to spend time with my woman).

I glared at my current nemesis Dhruv Singh Raizada. Being a brother it was Dhruv's job to keep the family away from me and my wife. But alas, this family is hell-bent on spoiling my time with Khushi. Rage bubbled inside me. I could feel the hot flames of anger within me, trying to find a way to vent out. Gritting my teeth I took a few steps and found myself standing out of the pool. Water dripped down and created a splish-splash sound as I cornered Dhruv against the wall.

I could hear Khushi's pleas of forgiving my brother Dhruv. She tried to talk me out of it. However, her pleas fell on deaf ears as I pushed the man against the wall holding him by the collar. A frightened pair of eyes stared back at me. Sweat beads formed near his temple. I cocked my head to the side passing him an evil grin. I could sense my wife's absence. She is probably going to get some help. Well, that will give me enough time to clear a few things with my brother. Shaking the fella I almost screamed the words at him

"Are. You. Dumb? Ek baat samajh mein nahi aarhi hai? MERI BIWI KE AAS PAAS BHATAKNA BHI MAT. And Don't You Dare Spoil Our Moments TOGETHER!!"

(Cannot you understand one thing? DON'T HOVER AROUND Y WIFE).

"....sss....sorry...bh...bhai....I..."

Lifting my fist in the air I punched the intruder between me and my wife with such force that he fell into the pool water with a loud splash. At the same second the rest of the Raizadas rushed inside the bedroom creating a huge ruckus. Dhruv wobbled out of the pool and the family dashed towards him offering him a helping hand. Gasps reverberated in the poolside area as his jaw bled a little. What a baby?! Pathetic. 

"Chotte!! Why did you do this? 

"He is your brother Arnav bitwa!"

"Bhai Dhruv is not a stranger..."

In between the noise pollution that my so-called family was creating Khushi advanced towards me and held me by the shoulders. I could see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes. Damn it. Shaking my head I addressed the crowd in an attempt to do some damage control. Only for you Khushi. I am doing this only for you. I screamed in my thoughts. 

"I only recognize Khushi. All of you are strangers to me. So consider this as a request from someone who is still recovering. Give me and my wife some privacy. Do not barge into our bedroom, this is not a common room."

Shock. Shame. Embarrassment. With lowered eyes, my family nodded their heads and took away my shaking brother mumbling an apology for their immature behavior. Of course. This is common sense. Just because these oldies have no love life why am I supposed to suffer and act like a saint? I am human. I have desires. I have feelings. I am not a machine god damn it. With the aggression still rolling off of me, I retreated to my bed. I tried to control my anger. My eyes shut as I took deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. I guided myself. In. And out. Repeating the action I thought of every other thing in the world. 

However, I did not have to wait for the calm as the jasmine scent surrounded me a while later. A soft body sat on my lap. Feminine hands massaged my temple. My hands moved on their own accord as I wrapped her frame in a firm grip.

"Shhhhhh. Hum yahin hain Arnavji. Relax. Don't hurt yourself. Calm down."

(I am here Arnavji).

Feeling her digits over my forehead, my eyes fluttered open in response. The love and care in her hazel eyes made me smile. I am lucky bas***d. How the hell did an angel like Khushi fall in love with me? Cupping my jaw with one hand she placed a loving kiss on my forehead.

"Do you hate me for hurting Dhruv?"

"No. I can never hate you Arnavji. It is just that he is a part of our family. Your brother. So I just don't want you to have any regrets later."

Feeling a little at ease after her explanation I lay on the bed bringing her with me. Her eyes widened for a second but then obliged without any complaint. She passed me a comforting smile and then placed her ear on my heart which was thudding like a machine gun. I caressed her black mane using one of my hands. A question echoed in my mind. I could not help but blurt it out. And it had the desired results as her cheeks flamed instantly in response.

"Did you like the kiss?"

"Haan. Aapko ye deewangi wala andaaz thoda alag hai par jab bhi aise aas paas hote hain to humein acha mehsoos hota hai."

(Yes. This strange craziness of yours is unique but whenever you are around me I feel good).

"Good. Phir aadat daalo. Kyunki tumse door rehna mere bas mein nahi hai Khushi."

(Then make it a habit. Because I can't stay away from you Khushi).

She tightened her arms around me making me smirk in response. So my woman is finally coming around to my strange behavior. Now that's something to celebrate. Maybe I should take her out on a date. Yeah. Just her and me. Without the pressure of our nosy family, Khushi would loosen up a little. She loves and respects my family a little too much.

As the hours passed. Khushi and I drifted off to sleep. Just the two of us in the room sharing a bed and a blanket, felt like a cocoon away from the chaos of reality. Nuzzling her hair I inhaled the floral scent once more in my half-conscious state. Tomorrow. I will ask her out on a date tomorrow. That was the last thought in my mind as sleep took over me completely.

Khushi POV

The next morning as I stood in the kitchen near the stove making dabbas for the AR office, my heartbeat escalated out of nowhere. Huh? Arnavji? Dropping the ladle in the utensil I looked up to notice my husband leaning against the kitchen wall with a look of possessiveness in his eyes. I quickly checked on my family who pretended to be busy having their meals. I gulped soundly. And noticed how just raising an eyebrow Arnav Singh Raizada ordered our help HP to leave us alone. Wow. Sauntering towards me he used his husky voice to greet me.

"Hi."

"Hhh...hi."

Oh, Devi Maiyya. This intensity of his will kill me. Kal inka obsessive wala pyaar dekhkar hum to kho se gaye the. My thoughts came to a halt when he pushed my fringe behind my ear with a look of fondness. Eying the utensils on the stove he expressed his confusion by cocking his head to the side.

(Last night his obsessive love for me left me in a trance of sorts).

"I make meals. I run a Dabba service for our office."

"Do you need any help?"

"You? You will help me?"

"Uhuh."

We worked cordially side by side at a perfect tempo. I stirred the pots on the stove adding the necessary spices in between while my husband diced tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots for the salad. We exchanged heated glances occasionally. Also, Arnav Singh Raizada skirted around me once in a while on the pretext of finding the right kind of knife or wanting a glass of water. He touched my shoulder, then my arm and as if it was not enough to burn me he caressed his hand on my lower back sideways to pull me aside. My eyes pierced his unable to bear the torture.

"Arnavji! Why are you...?"

"What is it Khushi? I am just trying to help you."

Passing me an innocent smile he continued to work in the kitchen making me feel like I was making up things to pass the time. I shook my head. How convenient huh? Looking ahead at our family who was now busy with their meal I came up with a plan of my own to put a stop to his games.

Turning off the stove I covered all the pots, wiped my hands using the kitchen towel, and then moved around to pick up the dabbas. But I did all of that biting my lower lip, jutting out my chest plus a sway of my hips. I knew his eyes did not leave my form because I heard his gasp echo around in the kitchen. Placing the dabbas on the counter, I called out for HP. And then I played my last move. Putting an innocent smile on my face I grabbed his arm and placed a kiss near his lips.

"Thank you Arnavji. You are such a cute husband."

Wide eyes and a gaping mouth greeted me. Winking in his direction I turned around and left him alone to gather his thoughts. A victory smile adorned my face as I stood beside a perplexed Jiji. Thankfully the rest of the family did not take any notice of me. A few seconds later they left the table to start the havan. Yes, we were supposed to have one today for my husband's recovery.

I was about to join them too when a bronze hand snaked around my waist pulling me towards a firm chest. The familiar musk cologne wafted around me, making me gasp out loud. Before I could protest against Arnavji's juvenile act he pulled my hair to one side only to place a long wet kiss on my neck. I moaned involuntarily feeling his lips on my skin.

"ARNAV..."

"Oh. Is that what you call me when I touch you so intimately Khushi?"

His husky voice washed over me. I shivered involuntarily. I tried to remove his hands but the man dragged me to the nearest pillar hiding me. Making sure that we were away from anyone's eyes he restarted the assault of kisses all over my neck and right shoulder.

"Pl...please....not here...Arnavji...its time for...havan."

"Why?... Did you not tease me a while ago Khushi Raizada?"

Twisting my body he plaster my front to his chest and then placed kisses all over my face. There was madness inside him. His intense love shook me to the core. I could do nothing in defense. My body gave up the fight. Holding his chest I tried to take in all of his love. My knees weakened but Arnavji held my body expertly with one hand and used his other to massage the back of my neck.

I heard footsteps nearing the pillar making me aware of someone else's presence around us. I whispered to Arnavji about it but this had the opposite effect on him. Instead of moving away from me, he chose to make out with me. And pinched my waist to make me open my mouth to slide his tongue inside. My insides were burning with need. I could feel him losing control. Arnavji's passion made me melt like butter on hot pancakes. Soon the footsteps retreated making me sigh in relief. The need for oxygen made me push away from him. Breathlessly I tried to argue.

Aap...aap....ruke...kyun...nai? Koi...dekhleta...toh?

(Why...did...you...not...stop? What if...someone...had seen... us?)

Tumhari deewangi... ne mujhe...kahin ka nahi choda... Khushi Raizada!

(I am crazy...for you...what to do...Khushi Raizada!)

His eyes darkened with every word. The maddening intensity between us made me turn red. The lust and love in his orbs made my heart thud. Composing myself I walked away towards the pooja room. However, his next words made me halt.

"We are going on a date tonight. Away from everyone. Just you and me. Humari choti si duniya."

(A little world of our own).

Did he just say 'our little world?' Does this mean he remembers something? Hey, Devi Maiyya this is such a good sign. Oh my. A passed him a smile full of love in response.

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Precap: Arshi spend some alone time.

TBZTPK - 2

Part 2

Arnav POV

We were almost about to sleep when a knock on the door made me sigh in annoyance. Khushi ordered me not to move and walked towards the door. With eagle eyes, I watched my wife open to door. And just like that, all my calm washed away in a jiffy. I fisted my palm as my stupid family member, my wife's so-called 'Nanheji' sauntered inside the room with an idiotic smile plastered over his face. He placed a small bag on the floor and then advanced towards me with a big smile and open arms.

"Nannav mere bhai how are you? Are you feeling good? Khushiji ko tang to nai kar rahe na?"

(Nannav my brother how are you? You are not disturbing Khushiji right?)

Rolling my eyes I stood up from the bed and walked to the other side. Not expecting my move he fell on the bed like a fool. A big 'oww' slipped from his mouth. Good, that's what he deserves after getting cosy with what mine. What does he think of himself huh? Just because I am suffering from amnesia he has a chance with Khushi. No ways. No one can have a chance with this woman. She is exclusively mine. Stepping close to the bed I grabbed the nincompoop by his collar. He stared back with fear in his owl-like eyes. Good, you deserve this.

"Stay away from Khushi. Warna meri jagah yahan tum hoge. Probably in a state of COMA!"

(Or else you will be here instead of me).

"Aaaaaaaah. NANNAV. SORRY. LEAVE ME. NO. NO. I will stay away from Khushiji. Promise."

I pushed him from the bed. The idiot fell to the floor with a thud. But quickly stood up and rushed out of the hospital room as if a wild animal is on his tail. Haha. Good riddance. That's what he deserves. Anyone who will try to mess with my girl will have to answer me. My rage mellowed down after 'Nanheji' vanished from the room. But alas Khushi Singh Raizada appeared to be in a very bad mood after my act. She advanced in my direction and pushed against my chest. Her yawning pupils, red cheeks and blabbering mouth made me smirk. 

"How dare you behave in this manner with our family member? Aap paagal hogaye hain kya?"

(Are you mad or what?)

Snaking my hands around her petite waist I pulled her onto the bed with me. The unexpected move surprised her. We were laying side by side on the bed with only a small night lamp in one corner. Our proximity made me smile wolfishly. Kya cheez hai ye ladki. Gusse mein bhi kaatilana lgti hain. Grabbing her I laid on the bed and pulled her on top of me. A gasp escaped her lips. Perfect.

(She is one in a million. Even in anger, she looks so beautiful).

"You are becoming my obsession Khushi. So I suggest you stay away from every male family or not."

"Ob...obsession? But we are married that too for the past 3 years then why would you...?"

"I am clueless about our marriage. I have amnesia, remember? So technically today was our first meeting."

She blinked her eyes furiously. I believe she finally understood the gravity of our situation. And I am helpless. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada is my only anchor. At this moment when I recall nothing, when I feel so angry and vulnerable she makes everything beautiful. She is the light to my dark world. I was still recovering from my injuries. Exhausted by today's events my eyes closed on their own accord and I fell into a deep slumber. Satisfied being in Khushi's embrace.

Khushi POV

Today afternoon after some tests and a thorough check-up the doctors declared that Arnavji is fit and fine to go home. I felt happy about the idea of him being discharged. But somewhere at the back of my mind, I was worried too. There were so many doubts that occupied my thoughts. So when Arnavji excused himself to use the washroom I left the room to visit Rahul Jeeju's cabin. Jeeju was a little confused by my presence but when I told him about my husband's behaviour he stood up from his chair, astonished by my declaration. This was not something that he had imagined as a doctor. Well none of us did. However, when it comes to ASR we should expect the unexpected. A minute later after gathering his Rahul Jeeju returned to his seat. Looking me in the eye he uttered in a no-nonsense tone.

"Khushi we have good news and bad news. It is good that Arnav has feelings for you. This will help in his recovery. But the bad news is that this new obsessive ASR might harm anyone who tries to create a distance between you two."

"Matlab Nanheji ke saath jo unhone kia..."

(You mean what happened with Nanheji will be a frequent...)

"Exactly Khushi. Your husband has become volatile after the accident. Try to understand things from his perspective. Arnav's mind has chosen the obsessive track to heal from the trauma."

"Oh."

Slowly the changes in my husband's behaviour began to make sense. Frequent bursts of anger. Unreasonable jealousy. Strange obsession for me. Hey Devi Maiyya ye kaisi situation mein phas gaye hum aur Arnavji? Worried about the consequences of my hubby's temporary memory loss I tried to think of a solution for this obsessiveness. Passing me a reassuring smile Jeeju tried his best to keep me positive.

(Oh lord how did I and Arnavji get stuck in this situation?)

"Don't worry I will warn Akaash, Dhruv and NK about the male proximity thing. We just need to be extra careful. And in a matter of weeks, everything will be back to normal."

WEEKS?! Jeeju has no idea about Arnavji's obsessive nature. How will everyone in Shantivan react to his roadside romeo acts? This is ridiculous. That laad governer. I will have to suffer because of him. Now I am missing my old Arnavji. He loved me but also knew when to give me my space. Yes, he acted like an angry bird at times but this 2.0 version of ASR is so intense, embarrassing and scary. Devi Maiyya kya banega humara??!

(Devi Maiyya what's written in my future?!)

After assuring me for a good ten minutes Jeeju asked me to return to Arnavji. Nodding in annoyance I trudged back to the hospital room. Thankfully Arnavji stepped out of the washroom the minute I returned. With a sigh of happiness, I tried to be optimistic about our future. So what if my husband has lost his memories? We will cross this bridge just like our previous hurdles.

An hour later I came along with Arnavji and Jeeju to our home sweet home. Our entire family stood at the main door to welcome us. Di did our aarti and Dhruv showered rose petals on us. Thankfully my hubby smirked in response. Well, everything looks good as of now. Jeeju had warned everyone about the change in Arnavji's behaviour. Especially the male members of our family.

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The rest of the family tried to make things normal for Arnavji. Nobody tried to overwhelm him. Soon it was time for lunch. My husband excused himself to freshen up and Akaash used this opportunity to spend time with him. Like a good brother, he guided him to our bedroom. As soon as my husband was out of sight I sighed in relief. And everyone chose the exact moment to pounce on me.

"Khushi bitiya Rahul told us about the new changes in Chotte's personality. Are you feeling ok?"

Getting comfortable on the living room sofa I explained my version of the story. Nani, Di, Dhruv, Mami and Mama all were stunned to hear about Arnav Singh Raizada's obsessive antics. Only Nanheji reacted normally as he had experienced firsthand Arnavji's jealousy-induced behaviour. I shook my head when Di tried to console me. 

"Kehne asaan hai Di. Aapko nahi pata ye kitna mushkil hain humaare liye."

(It is so easy to say such things Di. You don't know how difficult it is for me).

"Pareshan mat hoyi Khushiji hum sab hain na aapke sath."

(Don't worry Khushiji we all are here for you).

Di assured me while Nani and Mami smiled in agreement. Ab hum kya bataye in sabko? Humaare pati hum se Ishq lada rhe hain. Woh bhi public mein. Sharm haya accident mein bech khaai hai. No. No. Relax Khushi. No need to be so negative. So what if he is trying to romance me? I am his wife. Yes. I will try to take it all with a smile. This is normal. Yes. Bas woh humse thoda zyada pyaar krne lge hain. Haan. And maybe in this way we can relive our precious moments together. 

(What am I supposed to say to everyone? My husband is flirting with me that too in public. Without any shame or regret. He simply loves me just a little too much. Yes).

Sometime later everyone gathered around the dining table to have lunch. Arnavji sat next to me like a good boy without doing anything to bother me. Is everything ok? Seems like it. I served myself and Arnavji. Soon everyone got busy eating their meal. And then I felt a sudden warmth around my back. Huh? Is he? Yes, he is. I slowly cocked my head to the side. A twinkled eye Arnav Singh Raizada raised his brow in response. Looking around I whispered to him making sure that no one noticed us.

"Arnavji! Aapko yahan khana khane bethaya hai. Aur aap ye kya krhe hain?"

(Arnavji you are supposed to have your lunch. And just what are you up to?)

"Maine kya kiya Khushi?"

(What have I done Khushi?)

"Haath hataiye. Sab baithe hain aise sabke saamne aap...?"

(Leave me. Everyone is sitting in front of us how can you...?)

"Mera Dil karega then I will touch you Khushi. You are mine. Samjhi tum?"

(If my heart desires to touch you then I will Khushi. You are mine. Got it?)

A sudden cough made both of us look behind. Akaash stood feet away with a constipated look on his face. Hey bhagwan! Arnavji bhi hadh krte hain. With a red face, I turned in front and tried to eat my lunch in a hurry. Unfortunately, my husband had a different reaction. Without pulling away his palm from my waist he declared in the coldest possible tone making others look at the three of us.

(Oh lord! Arnavji is too much).

"Jaake table pe baitho. Cinema nahi chal rha yahan."

(Go get seated. This is not a play that you are watching).

For the rest of the lunch his hand remained in the same position making me squirm once in a while. If the family knew about what was going on behind the table, they did not make it obvious. I tried to remain normal. But what can a woman do in such a situation? My over-obsessive lover slash amnesiac husband is not in his senses. Ughhhh. Somehow I gobbled up the food on my plate and then rushed back to our room. I could see Di and Nani trying to hide their amusement as their dear Chotte followed me upstairs like a hell-bend eve-teaser. Fisting my hands I walked inside the bedroom blushing like a ripe tomato.

”Khushi...”

Hey Devi Maiyya kya karein hum inka? This husky tone of his made me tremble slightly. And that did not go unnoticed by Arnavji, because he advanced in my direction with a look of worry. Grabbing my arms in his he forced me to look in his direction. Henceforth rolling my eyes I did the same. He touched my forehead and then my cheeks. Suddenly I began to feel guilty. My husband is looking out for my health. And I am taking advantage of his concern. This is not good. The tentacles of regret shackled me when he uttered his favourite phrase for me.

(Oh lord, what am I supposed to do with this man?)

Arnav POV

”Tum theek ho?”

(Are you alright?)

”I am fine. I...I just feel shy when you flirt with me in front of family members.”

Initially, her trembling form scared me. But then slowly her reaction started to make sense. So Mrs Arnav Singh Raizada shivers in my presence. Interesting. I don't understand this connection at all. Her eyes. Her smile. Her voice. It's like Khushi is a predator trying to lure me. I would happily become prey for this woman. A desire to touch my woman boiled inside me. 

Shocking her and myself I carried my wife to the poolside. This place gives out some strange vibes. As if it has witnessed our love story. The pool water drew me towards it. Unable to stop the magnetic pull I stepped down into the pool making Khushi shriek in surprise. She was still in my arms.

”AAP PANI MEIN UTTAR GAYE?”

(WHY DID YOU WALK DOWN INTO THE POOL?)

”Dil krha tha.”

(I wanted to).

I slowly lowered her into the pool. She was flabbergasted by my move. But thankfully Khushi did not walk away from me. Perhaps she understood the need to be with her in my eyes. Watching her in such proximity reminded me of a moment. A flash of both of us standing near the pool, against the wall with only an inch of space between us. I blinked twice to come back to my reality. Confusion laced her features.

”Did I ever kiss you here?”

”Nahi. Karne wale the par Amanji ka phone aagaya tha.”

(No. You were about to but then Amanji's call interrupted us).

Grabbing her wrist I placed her hands on my chest and then snaked my arms around her petite waist. Khushi's sudden gasp made me lick my lips. Only a fool would miss an opportunity like this. However, I won't make the same mistake. My past self was an idiot but the present me possesses an intelligent mind. So, reducing the distance between us I touched my lips to hers. And it felt like thousands of fireworks lit up in the sky. Fairy lights as bright as morning sunshine glowed around us. And then something undescribable exploded around us. Literally. I pulled away from Khushi only to see a goat trying to stand still in the water. WHAT THE HELL?!

"Oh, I am sorry Bhai...Laxmi just ran away from my clutches. She took the stairs from the terrace and then..."

"HOW DARE YOU DISTURB US?!?"

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Precap: Dhruv meets the obsessive maniac ASR.

TBZTPK - 1

Part 1

Khushi POV

Everyone eventually wiped their tears and adorning a brave smile walked into Arnavji's VIP room. The sight that greeted me left me feeling cold and lonely. My husband did not look at me at all. He kept staring at the wall in front of him. No dhak-dhak. No Rabba ve. Our telepathic connection was lost. Gulping my tears I stood with the rest of the family who tried to cheer him up by introducing themselves. 

Arnavji did not react to anyone. Akaash, Dhruv, NK, Mami, Nani, Mama, Di, Rahul Jeeju. Everyone failed to attract his attention. With no love in his eyes, he glanced in our direction and then turned his face sideways. Dhruv kept trying though. He explained how we all were a big family full of love and happiness. But his efforts had dire consequences. After 8 hours I heard my husband screaming at the top of his voice. Chalo cheekhna to yaad hai. I mused.

(At least his temper has not changed).

"I DON'T KNOW YOU ALL. SO. LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

Rahul Jeeju gestured for us to leave immediately. A tear cascaded down my eye. I turned sideways to wipe it but Nanheji used his thumb to do the deed and softly whispered 'don't give up. Nodding at his words I masked my face with a fake smile and turned to leave. Being the last one I held the door to shut it. But as I was about to step outside Arnavji's sharp voice reached my ears.

"WAIT. Tum yahan aao."

(You come here).

Baffled at his demand I swiftly turned around to see something in his now angry eyes. The coldness disappeared partially. And I could see a strange desperation in them. Huh? Has he not lost his memories? Rahul Jeeju was clear that Arnavji does not remember anything. Then what is the meaning of this? Slowly I advanced toward him. When I stood near his bed he practically checked me out. What the? Did he just...? Swallowing my anger I tried to sound polite.

"Ji? Kuch chahiye aapko?"

(Yes? Do you need something?)

Lifting his index finger he gestured me to come closer. Ye kar kya rhe hain? Trying to act normal I closed the little distance between us and stood only an inch away from him. Closing his eyes Arnavji inhaled deeply. Oh. My jasmine cologne. He just smelled the scent that he loves on me. I smirked internally. Haaye. Laad governor. His eyes fluttered open and in a second he grabbed my palm in his own.

(What is he trying to do?)

"Naam kya hai tumhara?"

(What's your name?)

"Uhhh. Khushi. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada."

"Singh Raizada?"

I nodded with a small smile on my face. Calm washed over me as he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. As usual, blood pooled around my cheeks feeling his touch. He must have noticed my reaction because I could see his patent smirk adorning his face. Looking down at the hospital blanket I muttered shyly.

"Haan. Hum aapki Patni hai."

(Yes. I am your Wife).

This time when my eyes locked with his he gave me a look as if he hit the jackpot. A look that screamed hawt and mine. The same look that he gave me once when I was clad in a red saree for the AR Designs photo shoot. Hawww? Does this mean he is attracted to me? Hey Devi Maiyya! Humare pati toh bina yaadasht ke bhi humpe line maar rahein hain. Kya baat hai.

(Oh Devi Maiyya! My husband is trying to hit on me even with no memories. Amazing).

"Hmmm. Tum chodne wali cheez lagti bhi nai ho."

(You should be possessed by someone).

"KYA?!?"

(WHAT?!?)

Did he just flirt with me? Oh my. Humara Dil toh zor zor se dhadak raha hai. YE TO GALI KE AASHIQ BAN GAYE HAIN. Gulping my emotions I tried to get up from the bed but Arnav Singh Raizada pulled me back to his side with a clenched jaw. Uh oh. Ye to humare door jaane se kuch zyada hi gussa horhe hain.

(My heart is thudding. HE HAS TURNED INTO A STREET LOVER. Uh oh. He is bubbling with anger because I moved away).

"Yes. And what the hell is wrong with you huh? You are MY WIFE then why did that idiot buffoon wipe your tears?"

"Nanheji? Are nai nai woh..."

(No no he is not...)

"Nanhe ho ya Chanhe I don't give a damn. Don't sympathize with that idiot. Aur hath choodakar kahan jaa rhi thi?"

(Whatever. And why are you trying to get away from me?)

Pulling me close to him he touched his forehead with mine making me gasp out loud. I could see a strange obsession for me in his eyes. Earlier, I was worried that he won't remember me. Par yahan toh Arnavji humpe latoo hui ja rhe hain. Remembering Rahul Jeeju's words I tried to calm my husband's rage by rubbing my hand over his heart.

(Here Arnavji is going gaga over me).

"Nowhere. I just thought to let the family know about you."

"Fine. Bata do Sexy."

(Tell them Sexy).

"HUMARA NAAM KHUSHI HAI!"

(MY NAME IS KHUSHI!)

Hawwwww. Smirking he loosened his hold but his gaze did not waiver. Blushing red like a ripe tomato I slipped out of his hold and turned to leave. A nervous smile plastered on my face. Oh my lord. He is killing me with his attitude. How can he be so bold? Amnesia ke baad ye to pure badal gaye hain. Ek time pe ye hum pe gussa krte the aur sabse khush reh the. And now he is only happy around me. Aur humein WOH bhi bulaya. WHAT IF HE ADDRESSES ME LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF OUR FAMILY? Lost in my thoughts I opened the door only to hear his voice again.

(He has changed after this Amnesia thing. There was a time when he used to scold me and was normal with others around. And he called me THAT).

"Jaldi wapas aana biwi."

(Come soon wifey).

Nodding my head I rushed out of the room. I was still blushing when a teary-eyed Di clutched me in her embrace. She wept out loud. My sister-in-law sympathized with me. She was under the impression that her Chotte must have scolded me which turned me red with shame. Our entire family passed me sympathetic smiles. Now how will I tell Nani that her grandson is flirting with me? Nai nai. Sab humara bahut mazaak udayenge.

(No no. Everyone will make fun of me).

"Khushi bitiya you stay here with Chotte tonight. Anjali will pack a bag for your stay and I will ask NK to deliver it to you soon."

Everyone said their goodbyes and then left me alone. Oh no. I don't have the stamina to deal with that Intense Singh Raizada. What should I do? Idea! I will talk to Rahul jeeju. Only he can suggest how I should deal with this flirty ISR. Haan. Ye theek rahega. Oh no, I better go back to his room. Warna kahin ye humein dhoondte huye bahar hi na aajayein. Inka bharosa nai hai. What if he smooches me in front of the hospital staff? NAHIIII. Andar bhaagle Khushi. 

(Yes. That's a good idea. Or else he will come outside hunting for me. I do not trust this side of my husband.

What if he smooches me in front of the hospital staff? NOOO. Rush inside Khushi).

Arnav POV

Some 8-10 people gathered around me and started telling me tales about my relationship with them. After Dr Rahul informed me about my amnesia I felt angry and highly disoriented. On top of that, these bunch of weirdos hovered around me like flies. Irritated by their presence I screamed at them. But when they were leaving I noticed something too beautiful to ignore. Clad in an orange suit a young woman stood in a corner. Something inside me hurt watching her tears. And one of the weirdos wiped her tear and patted her shoulder. WHAT THE? I controlled the snarl that was about to escape my lips.

How dare he touch her? I wanted to snatch the woman and bash the hell out of that fool who tried to touch her. However, my mind snapped watching her leave. I called her out. Thankfully she compelled. Long hair, doe eyes and a body to die for. She introduced herself as Khushi. But the tsunami within calmed a little when she called herself my wife. Her alluring jasmine scent dazzled me. I kept touching her as it helped me keep sane. However, she tried to move away from my hold I pulled her back to me. Rage bubbled inside me as she tried to disengage herself. Keyword being tried. But then she insisted to inform our family about me. At that moment I could not help but blurt out my innermost thoughts.

"Fine bata do Sexy."

"HUMARA NAAM KHUSHI HAI!"

That scarlet face. That smile. Uska Mujhe 'Arnavji' bulana. Damn it. She is driving me crazy. I can understand why I married this woman. She is a vixen sent from hell to finish me off. I allowed her to leave but not before making my demands clear to her.

(The way she calls me 'Arnavji').

"Jaldi wapas aana biwi."

While I patiently waited for my wife, my phone kept buzzing like an agitated bee. I glared at the object. A name kept flashing on the device. Aman Mathur? Hmmm. Must be a jealous freak with no one to romance. Wow. I have a nosy family and a psychotic Mathur on my tail. I must be having an amusing life. Not to forget. Ek jaanlewa haseen biwi. Interesting.

(A killer beauty in the name of wife).

A few minutes later my sexy siren walked back into the hospital room. The jiggling sound made me look down at her feet. Hmmm. Anklets. Sensuous. Just like her voice. Khushi stood a few feet away fidgeting with her dupatta. The distance between us irked me. Is she not my wife? Then why is standing far from me? Irritated by her actions I blurted out my musing.

"Door Kyun khadi ho? Isse to acha mujhe hosh hi nai aata. Kamse kam tum to mere paa..."

(Why are you standing away? Being unconscious would have been a better choice for me at least...)

But before I could finish my sentence a soft body wrapped around me. My nostrils flared as the scent of jasmine reached my senses. Her touch ignited a flame inside me. Damn it. Trying to control my bodily reactions I snaked my uninjured arm around her form. The sadness on her face agitated me.

"Stop it Arnavji. Do you have any idea how many tears I shedded for you? Aisa phir mat kahiyega."

(Don't repeat such things ever again).

"To kya karun haan? Tumse door rehna mujhe taqleef de rha tha."

(Then what should I do? This distance between us was hurting me).

Cupping my face with her soft hands Khushi sat on the bed beside me. She understood my frustration so well. I am so lucky to have found a life partner in her. For a while, she did not utter a word. I could see immense love for me in her eyes. They possessed a strange ability to drown me in them. Is she into hypnosis? Yup. That's her profession. She has me wrapped around her pinky in just a few minutes.

"Sorry baba. Ab nahi door rahunge aapse. Please aap marne ki baat mat bolna. Warna hum saans hi nai le payenge Arnavji."

(I won't stay away from you. Please don't talk about death so lightly. Or else I won't be able to breathe Arnavji).

"Marr to main pehle hi gaya hoon. Tumpar."

(I have already been killed. By you).

Winking at my cherry tomato-faced wife I embraced her for a while. She clutched me with the same intensity making me smile. Aag dono taraf barabar hai. Interesting. After a few minutes, Khushi asked me to sleep. I reluctantly agreed to her demand. But not before making space for her on my bed. Spooning my wife I slept like a baby.

(We do share a sizzling chemistry).

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Precap: Arnav and Khushi return to Shantivan. The family finds the new ASR scary.

SS - Tumse Bhi Zyada Tumse Pyar Kiya

Prologue...

"...I would request you all to please maintain silence. This is a serious issue. Arnav is not only my brother-in-law but a good friend, Anjali. So please do not cry in front of him. He is not in a position to tolerate your emotional outburst. Temporary memory loss is no joke. And this accident has changed him. He will be rude, cold and stubborn. Do not expect anything from him. So please wipe your tears and greet him with a happy smile."

Shocked. The Raizada family sat in the VIP waiting lounge shell shocked by their son-in-law Dr Rahul's diagnosis. Their eldest son Arnav Singh Raizada was lying in a hospital bed with physical injuries. But now the news of his temporary amnesia left everyone flabbergasted. And amidst all the family members a woman sat with her head bent, completely shattered. Khushi's husband of three years. Her beloved Arnavji will meet her like a stranger now. The thought itself was heartbreaking to Khushi Singh Raizada.

Love.

Life.

Happiness.

Everything ended in a jiffy.

Or did it give birth to a new obsession?