AJHS - 16

Part 16

Khushi POV

I walked inside Arnavji's office and felt weary because of the special treatment offered by the staff of AR. This is the result of my earlier reluctance to visit Arnavji's workplace. Don't know what he has done but every time I visit AR Designs the workers treat me as if I own the damn place. Ughh. Last time when I came to Arnav Singh Raizada's official den he had been smug about making me a shareholder of his company. Why cannot these people act normal around me? Arnavji's staff either makes fun of a person or they show respect out of fear. Ajeeb log hain.

(Weird people I tell you).

I passed a flustered Pam who hovered around me like a mother hen. She kept inquiring about my well being and asked the receptionist to bring a hot piping ginger tea for me. I rolled my eyes at her behaviour. Months ago when I worked here as Lavanyaji's assistant Pam used every opportunity to insult me. From calling me Chamkeeli to making fun of my lifestyle. Now all of a sudden I am being addressed as Khushi Maam. Devi Maiyya raksha karna. As Pam practically pushed me towards the stairs that led to my boyfriend's cabin I shook my head in disbelief.

(Keep me, safe lord).

However, on the landing of the stairs stood Amanji. I greeted him but he was lost in his world. A strange mix of urgency and fear laced his features. When I enquired about his worries he reluctantly told me about his dilemma. I palmed my face hearing his explanation.

Khushi after making me wait for so many months finally Jia, my BFF, has agreed to go out with me. While ASR wants me to complete a report of our pending project by tonight. 

Oh no Amanji. I feel bad for you. Ek taraf khai aur dusri taraf kua. Ab kya?

(You are trapped from both sides. Now what?)

Disappointed by the turn of events, he informed me that it would be better to postpone his date. I could see the trouble in his eyes. He wanted to spend time with his love and here my man is trying to sabotage his manager's love life. Due to his ASR avatar, Arnavji often becomes a cold-hearted beast. With a halfhearted goodbye, Amanji was about to walk away when an idea struck me. Only one thing can distract Arnav Singh Raizada. Only one person can distract the snobbish ASR. Khushi Kumari Gupta. I immediately verbalized my thoughts.

Amanji! wait. I have an idea. You won't have to postpone your date with Jiaji. Devi Maiyya ki kasam.

(I swear on Devi Maiyya).

When I whispered the details of my plan to Amanji his slouched shoulders became erect, the dullness of his eyes disappeared and a full-fledged smile replaced his earlier expressions. Metamorphosis. That's the only word to describe Aman Mathur's state.

But Khushi are you sure this will work? What if the plan backfires? I don't want to leave AR Designs.

In my heart, I knew that the plan would work. This time around I am not a mere employee of AR. I am the owner of Arnav Singh Raizada's heart. And if my assumption is correct then Arnavji will offer a good bonus to Amanji this year. I reassured Aman Mathur that nothing would go wrong and wished him good luck for his date.

Arnav POV

When a familiar gust of wind blew across my cheek I knew that she was here. To someone else, my behaviour would seem obsessive since I met Khushi 24 hours ago. But for those who have lost and found love would relate to my feelings.

Swiftly turning in my chair I noticed two things from my ceiling-high glass windows. One Khushi looked no less than an angel dressed in a bright shade of yellow. And two, she stood on the landing step smiling at my manager Aman Mathur. While the former made me happy, the latter vision repulsed my senses. A few minutes passed and the two parted ways with a smile etched on their faces. Rage enveloped me. All my happiness vanished within a few moments. 

She walked into my cabin and greeted me with the same joyous smile. Fisting my hand I returned the smile with a fake one of my own. I did not wish to spoil her mood. So curbing my reaction I only plotted the different ways of dealing with Aman Mathur.

Arnavji...

Scarlet patches blazed furiously on her cheeks as soon as she whispered my name. I advanced in her direction as her potent scent burned through my brain. Vicious and scorching and clinging like Napalm. Controlling my desires I folded her in my arms pleased by the gasp that escaped her lips.

Khushi...

Why did you ask me to visit your office Arnavji?

Moving my palm up and down her back I tried to control my response as her innocent voice plunged me into a land of seduction. Coming back to the real world I tried to remember why I had asked her to visit AR. Soon the reason flashed in my mind. I pulled away from her embrace and gave her a small smile.

I want to show you something.

Dragging her away from my cabin I took the elevator at the end of the floor. The one that would lead to my haven. The surprise on my girl's face made me realise that she had not seen this side of my office. Reaching the topmost floor of ARD I welcomed Khushi to my suite. A few weeks ago when I returned to work Aman gave me a tour of my office. And this place made me aware of another fact about my ASR side. I like to have a space of my own. Away from my family. A home away from home.

My musings halted as Khushi explored the apartment with a zealousness that made me happy.

This is so so beautiful Arnavji. Arey ye chotu sa kitchen kitna cute hai.

(This small kitchen is very cute).

I chuckled watching her move around the suite. The domesticity of the moment made me want Khushi Gupta as a permanent fixture in my life. Maybe we could have a double wedding with Payal and Akaash. Hmmm. Not a bad idea. My thoughts came to a halt as a strange look came on Khushi's features. Before I could enquire anything about her worries she checked something on her phone. After a minute or two, the expression disappeared and relief flooded her senses. My eagle eyes did not miss the changes on her face.

Khushi?? Kya hua? All okay?

(What's wrong?)

Umm. Umm...Arnavji. I...

I sauntered towards her determined to solve her problem when she met me halfway. Clasping my shoulders she moved towards the living area and pushed me on the three-seater sofa. I lifted my eyebrow confused by the gesture. And then giving me her most charming smile the woman removed my coat and tie leaving me flustered by the unexpected touch. I gulped in anticipation. Something mischievous was about to happen. 

Don't move Arnavji. Please.

Okay.

A few minutes later Khushi stood a few feet away, dressed up like me and a familiar song reached my ears. Dhruv had made me hear it last night. Khushi Kumari Gupta began to dance to the tune of Sami Sami. Her moves jolted me. 

Nuv ammi ammi antante

Nee pallannaipoy nattundira

Saami na saami

Ninnu saami saami antante

Na penimiti lekka sakkagundira

Saami na saami

Nee yenke yenke adugethante

Nee yenke yenke adugethante

Yenkanna gudi

Yekkinattundira saami

Like a pro, Khushi slipped out of my coat looking me in the eye. And all my thoughts of work and commitments flew out of the window. Placing my elbow on my knees I leaned towards her gaping at the sexy goddess who instantly replaced my innocent girlfriend.

Nee pakka pakkana kusuntante

Parameswarude dhakkinattundira saami

Nuvelle dhaari sootha unte

Yere yendinattundira

Saami na saami

Prowling towards me she loosened my tie around my neck. As if she had practised the move for ages the minx pulled the item over her head and lassoed it for a minute only to bounce on my lap making me wrap my hands on her petite waist.

Na saami

Ho rara saami

Bangaru saami

Meesala saami roshala saami

Na saami saami

Ho rara saami saami

Bangaru saami

The song continued to play in the background as she kissed my cheek and placed the tie on me like a garland of flowers.

Meesala saami roshala saami

Pikkala paidaaka

Panchanu yethi kadithe

Pikkala paidaaka

Panchanu yetthi kadithe

Na pancha pranaalu poyenu swamy

Kaara killi nuvvu

Kassu kassu navvuluthunte

Na vollu yerraga pandenu saami

Before I could pull her to me she pushed away from me and started dancing in my proximity like a trained lap dancer. My desire for Khushi Kumari Gupta reached another level. I had to kiss this woman. The trial relationship is damned.

Nee arupulu kekalu vinta untey

Nee arupulu kekalu vinta untey

Pulakarimpule saami

Nuvvu kaalu meeda kaalesukunte

Poonakaale saami

Rendu gundeele ippi

Gundenu soopithe

Paala kunda lekka

Pongi potha saamy na saami

I stood up and slithered towards her. She pulled her hair-tie and I was greeted with her beautiful mane flowing wildly around her frame. I tried to reach her but she flipped her hair to the other side drowning me in her jasmine scent.

Na saami

Ho rara saami

Bangaru saami

Meesala saami roshala saami

Na saami saami

Ho rara saami saami

Bangaru saami

Meesala saami roshala saami

The music faded in the background. All I could hear was the thudding of my heart. Khushi stopped her movements altogether as I reduced the distance between us. Her shallow breaths mingled with my own. Slowly, painstaking I cupped her face and pulled her closer to me. Rubbing my nose with Khushi's I whispered her name against those trembling rose petals of hers. A wildness took over the gentleman inside me. Unable to fight the sudden desire I pressed my lips over hers. 

My nightmares. My wounds. My broken heart. Every hurt. Every pain. All came to a full circle. As if the elements that made me Arnav Singh Raizada finally aligned together to make me whole again. At last, destiny gave me a sign. A sign that denoted that my life would revolve around this human for the rest of forever. I continued to kiss Khushi Gupta passionately. Seconds turned into minutes. She became breathless. Finally, the need for oxygen made me pull away from her.

A red-faced Khushi took a few steps back and did not meet my eyes. But her burning touch had done the unthinkable already. Like a mountain lion who loved to circle his prey, I pulled Khushi in my arms and kept smooching her repeatedly. The sensation made me want to kiss her again and again. She began to squirm in my hold but I did not allow her to leave my embrace.

Arnavji what are you...? Stop please...I...

She looked pretty flustered but I only pecked her once again. My denial made her angry and she passed me her fiercest glare. I grinned at the look. She resembled a cute angry kitten ready to battle with the king of the jungle.

Stop kissing me.

I cannot help it. Who told you to give me a mini lap dance huh? Ab bhugto.

(Now suffer).

With a cheeky smile I bend to smooch her again but this time she pushed me away and turned towards the side table to pick up her device which continued to play the Sami Sami number. Grinning like a fool I kept following her around. She stopped the music and sauntered towards the kitchenette area but not before narrowing her big doe eyes in my direction. Boiling water in the electric kettle she muttered to me in a no-nonsense tone.

I only did that to distract you from your work. Warna aap to Amanji ki date spoil krdete Arnavji. Who told you to drown him with so much work?

(Or else you would have spoiled Amanjis date).

Oh, so that is the reason behind her smexy performance a while ago. Magnificent. Well then in that case Mathur deserves a raise. After all, I got my first taste of Khushi because of my dear manager. Her face looked cute. As if there were red balloons under her cheeks. That angry stare will kill me one day. 

Aman ko toh bonus dunga. Aakhir ussi ki wajah se to tumne apne Sami ko kiss kia Khushi.

(Aman will be rewarded with a bonus. It is because of him that you kissed your Sami, Khushi).

With a gaping mouth, she turned towards me. The dark hue on her cheeks made me chuckle. Not liking the distance between us I trapped her between the counter and me. Her eyes immediately dropped towards my feet. Rolling my eyes I kissed her warm cheek with a loud noise. On reflex, she placed her palms on my chest. She tried to push me away but I did not budge.

Dekhiye uss waqt jo bhi hua woh aapne kia. Humne to bas...

(Whatever happened earlier, you initiated it. I simply...)

Humne toh bas kya Khushi Kumari Gupta?

(You simply what Khushi Kumari Gupta?)

She did kiss me back and now she was hell-bent on denying the fact. I like her feisty side. But this timid and tomato red Khushi is the best of all. She likes my touch. But she won't admit it. Gliding my nose along her cheek I moved towards her ear and whispered in a husky voice.

Khushi tumne bhi toh mujhe kiss kia. You liked it did you not? Bolo Khushi?

(Khushi you kissed me back. Tell me?)

I sensed her nod against my neck and then before I could pull back to see her properly my girl hid in my chest and kept mumbling that she cannot face me and needs to hide here. Her embarrassment made me sigh in disbelief. Well, who would say that a while ago this same woman was teasing me with her sensuous moves?

You know what Khushi? I would like it if you called me Sami.

She pulled back immediately and her jaw dropped, bewildered by my announcement. Kissing her forehead I leaned away from her allowing her the space to breathe. However, Khushi surprised me by kissing my jaw with a giggle of her own.

Ye naam aap pe itna bura bhi nai lagega Arnavji. Sami. 

(This name kinda suits you Arnavji. Sami).

A few seconds later I too joined her and together we laughed out loud like silly teenagers enjoying their first love. An hour later I rested my head on Khushi's lap as she rubbed the pads of her fingers on my scalp. 

In the last few days, her touches had become involuntary. We worked like magnets. She moved. I moved. I could sense the change in our relationship. We were no longer under a trial. And Khushi was falling in love with me. However, she did not realize the fact. Yet. I believe it is my job to make her reevaluate her emotions. I was planning how to start this conversation in my head when suddenly the shrill of both our phones disturbed the comfortable silence.

Jeeji? Why is she calling me at this time?

Hun? Akaash? 

I sat up on the sofa and answered the call while Khushi walked towards the balcony chirping like a morning bird. The calmness that was wrapping me in its warm cocoon disappeared in thin air as the pleadings of my brother reached my ears. I sighed hearing the lengthy descriptions of Payal Gupta's mood. The Raizadas had finalized a date for my brother's engagement and marriage. By the end of this week, Akaash would be a married man. And now he wanted me to postpone the date to the next month. Reluctantly I agreed to his demand and hung up on him. At the same second, Khushi returned to me with a small smile on her face.

Jeeji wants me to coax both families to postpone the wedding. She wants to meet me to discuss the issue.

Akaash wants the same.

I think we have a double date with Jeeji and my would-be Jeeju.

Winking at my girl I traced the back of my fingers along her cheek observing her flustered self with my keen eyes. She picked up her bag from the recliner and sauntered towards the main door of my suite with an extra sway on her hips. The move made me growl and I grabbed Ms Gupta tickling the hell out of her. 

We left the building determined to help our siblings. 

Khushi POV

Although we were seated in a cafe I could feel Arnavji's eyes on me. Jeeji and Jeeju were trying to come up with different ideas to postpone their wedding date. However, their conversation was lost to me. Earlier to help Amanji I tried to distract Arnavji by giving him a lap dance. The idea worked. And now Arnav Singh Raizada is not ready to waiver his gaze from my form. When I managed to lift my head and face him, the witty man threw me a wink. 

Blood pooled around my cheeks at his blatant display of affections. At this rate, Arnavji's intentions would become too obvious to Jeeji. I cleared my throat and tried to participate in Jeeji and Jeejaji's discussion. 

Don't worry Jeeji I will convince Di...I mean Anjaliji, about postponing the wedding date.

You should call her Di. 

As soon as Arnavji uttered the five words both Jeeji and Jeeju swirled their heads in his direction. Oh no. Ughhh. Arnavji should not have said such a thing. Why is this man so possessive about me Devi Maiyya? Now Jeeji won't spare me.   Before I could handle the damage made by Arnavji Jeeji pounced on him.

Why? Why would Khushi call your sister Di?

I tried to intervene but Arnavji was ready with horns to battle with my sister. I shared a glance with Jeejaji who sat as bewildered as me by the change of events. Thankfully Arnavji locked eyes with me and his anger mellowed down significantly. But the determination in his posture remained the same.

Why won't she? Khushi is your sister, and Akaash's would be sister in law. This means she is practically a Raizada.

My eyes bulged out hearing the word Raizada. What the? Should I wear a sign on my forehead now? Beware - Property of ASR. Thankfully Jeeji did not cross-question him any further. The waiter served our order allowing me to divert Jeeji's attention.

Jeeji aapki chai. Adrakwali hai. Peejiye.

(Jeeji have your tea. It's ginger flavour. Drink please).

Thankfully Arnavji and Jeeji did not get into another argument for the rest of our time in the cafe. Arnavji impressed Jeeji with his idea of tackling the wedding. He explained how together with me he could delay the marriage. An engagement will be conducted to please the families. But the wedding will be postponed for two months. Both our siblings were pleased with my boyfriend's logic.

An hour later a satisfied Jeeji left with Akaashji. Arnavji insisted on dropping me home so I had no choice but to agree. However, as we drove towards my place Arnavji parked the car in an abandoned street. I swirled my head towards him only to see intense eyes staring back at me. A burning intensity, where his whole being was focused on my form as if I would disappear any minute now.

You don't like me anymore.

The statement blew my mind. Hey Devi Maiyya ab inhe kya hogaya? Why is he under the misconception that I don't like him anymore? A few minutes back everything was fine. Before I could share my musings with him a smirk blossomed on his face. A surge of current crackled insistently as he drew closer to me. Looking like a deer caught in headlights, I backed myself against the passenger door of the SUV. He leaned further till I had no option but to lock eyes with his love-filled ones.

I said you don't like me anymore Khushi, kyunki tumhe mujhse pyaar hogaya hai. 

(Because you have fallen in love with me).

Kya?!? Aap ko aisa kyun laga? Ji nahi hum abhi bhi...

(What?!? Who gave you this idea? No way I am...)

In the process of hyperventilating, I did not realise that he had stopped leaning into my personal space. Tilting his head to the side he grinned wolfishly back, as my eyes widened, startled. I knew it was not healthy for me to keep watching him.

The way you danced with me. That kiss. The trust in your eyes. Everything points to one thing Khushi Kumari Gupta. 

No...not at all...I...

You will confess that you love me Khushi. Three days from now on. On the day of Payal and Akaash's engagement. 

And then with a wink, he began to drive us back to Laxmi Nagar as if we never made a pitstop in between. I gulped as he dropped me home with a delightful expression on his face. Like he was sure that I would admit my feelings to him soon. What the...! Ughhh. This man is so so...infuriating. I won't say anything to him. 

I felt flustered recalling my dance and our kiss. This is not possible. I danced so intimately with him because of...because of Amanji. Yes, he needed my help. But there are thousand different ways to distract Arnavji from work. Why did I choose seduction? Does that mean I am in love with him? And our kiss? Why did I kiss him back? The desire in his eyes was enough to make me turn into a poodle. 

Sitting on my bed I tried to rest for some time. But my mind kept running in circles. I bit my lower lip as butterflies spun inside my gut. What if he kisses me again on Jeejis engagement? I will lose myself in the moment and then he will coax me into saying those three words. No. No. I won't allow it. Yes. I will stay two feet away from him. Only social distancing can help me now. Nodding my head at the brilliant idea I slept off for the rest of the evening.

Lavanya POV

After spending an hour at my place suddenly out of the blue Nandkishore revealed to me something that pricked my old wounds. The revelation left me flabbergasted. The words felt like acid to me. All the progress that I made in my life felt utterly useless at the moment. These past few months of healing felt like a facade now.

When he said that I had something important to discuss I assumed the worst. I even prepared myself for an eventual breakup. However, what he disclosed, sent me back in time. Physically I was in Australia. But mentally I found myself sitting in one of the guest rooms of Shantivan.

You are kidding, right? Please tell me you are joking NK?

I felt a bullet punch its way through my heart, causing a gaping hole in its wake. The silence was deafening. My initial fear of a nasty breakup disappeared in a matter of seconds. Only to be replaced by something even worse. With watery eyes and trembling lips, I tried to make sense of what he just confessed to me. With his hands lifted in the air, he slowly advanced in my direction as if I were an injured animal he wished to rescue.

Look Lavanya. I had no idea that you are The Lavanya Kashyap. My son Dhruv lives with Anjali Di and Nani he told me about you being ASRs....ex, recently. Then it did not take me too long to join the dots.

Shaking my head sideways, vigorously I made him halt his movements. I slumped into the nearby chair. I leaned forward, placed my head in my hands and sobbed. Huge body shaking sobs racked my body, each coming in a wave and with every sob, I let out a whimper. No matter how hard I try my life can never move ahead. I will always be stuck around ASR. Always. 

Why? Why does this happen to me all the time? 

I kept glaring at the tiled floor for a very long time. Tears kept cascading down my face. My mascara must be running down making me look like a loon in front of NK. But my life has become a joke in the past few months. So physical appearances don't matter much now. Suddenly out of the blue two warm fingers wiped the tears from my face. Stunned by the gesture I glanced up to see NK giving me a small smile.

I know you are upset that I am connected to your past. But is it so bad being with me Lavanya? Cannot you overcome this sadness? I hate this look of disdain on such a pretty face. I know you are stronger than this. Don't let the darkness of your past consume your present. I am here. With you.

He embraced me for a long while. But his words echoed in my mind like a broken record. Am I really strong enough to overcome this event? No, it is not bad at all. Being with NK feels so surreal. Thoughts of a better future with this man stopped the tears. And suddenly I felt lighter and calm. A small smile made its way over my face, as I snaked my arms around NK. Finally, I muttered the words that made him chuckle.

No dark clouds. Only bright sunshine. Got it.

AJHS - 12

Part 12

Khushi POV

Standing in front of AR Designs I feel like it was another lifetime where I was constantly humiliated by Arnav Singh Raizada and his staff. I had promised myself that I would never cross the threshold of ASRs office in this life. But look how my circumstances have changed. Now the same egoistic man keeps begging me to visit this place. Amnesia has made Mr Raizada a mere common man. He too needs affection and attention like all of us. And he has accepted this fact.

Determined to keep the old memories buried deep inside my heart I trudged inside the building only to see Arnav Raizada's staff aligned in the corridor with their head bowed before me. As I passed them with a confused expression soft greetings reached my ears.

'Goodmorning Khushi Maam'

I gulped at the drastic change. Even the evil twin's Pam and Sim chose to stare at the tiles of the floor rather than meeting my eyes. Their nervous fidgeting made me aware that someone was keeping an eye on these people. Of course. How could I forget? My eyes flew up to the ceiling-high glass windows of his cabin. He was watching me with a strange intensity. Not liking this forced welcome I headed up straight for his cabin. My eyes did not waver and  Arnavji gave me a dazzling smile in return.

With a bang, I opened his door and stood before him. Once again we were in his cabin but this time I was not scared waiting for the inevitable to happen. For a change, he appeared nervous to me. I wanted to make him understand the reason why I keep rejecting his advances. He opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him immediately.

You want us to be together right? However, you have forgotten a major detail Mr Raizada. You have retrograde amnesia. A temporary condition in which you cannot recall your past. Keyword being temporary.

Khushi why do you keep repeating this I don't understand the point of...

Point ye hai Arnavji ki yaadasht jaane se pehle wale ASR humse nafrat krte the. NAFRAT. Iski kya guarantee hai ki aaj agar hum iss rishte ke liye haan krdein to kal jab aapko sab yaad aajayega aap humara saath nahi chodenge?

(Well the point is that before Amnesia your ASR self used to hate me. HATE. What is the guarantee? I mean in case tomorrow you recall your memories won't you break up with me?)

His jaw dropped open in realization. Finally, my words made sense to him. After all, he is a Harvard MBAian. Now there is no misunderstanding between us. He knows the reason behind my constant rejection. However, the shock of my words disappeared almost instantly. All of a sudden Arnav Raizada emoted something strange and scary. Not liking his intense features I turned around to leave only to sense a bronze arm clasp around my stomach. His unexpected touch made me shiver. My back collided with his firm chest.

Iska matlab agar guarantee miljaye to tum meri hojaogi na Khushi? Hamesha ke liye?

( This means that if you have the guarantee then you will be mine Khushi? For forever right?

Huh?

His touch distorted my perception of reality. My body was not willing to cooperate with my mind. I tried to be coherent but the way he tightened his hand around my waist only a moan escaped my lips. His husky voice near my neck made me shiver.

Sawaal saaf hai Khushi. Agar kal ki main surety doon to kya tum meri izzat ban jaogi? Bolo Khushi?

(My question is clear Khushi. If I promise to give you the surety of tomorrow then will you become mine? Tell me Khushi?)

Pushing away from his hold I breathlessly tried to find my escape but unfortunately during the push and pull we somehow switched places. And now Arnavji stood tall guarding the door with a strange wildness in his eyes. Our shallow breaths echoed around his red and white cabin. I tried to appear confident by using a threatening cold voice.

Ye kya tareeqa hai humse baat krne ka haan? Tameez ke daire mein rehkar humse...

(Where are your manners? Talk with respect...)

He rolled his eyes and advanced towards me. My words did not change his stance. He kept walking till I was forced to lean on one of the windows. Arnavji shackled me in seconds, placing his palms on either side of my head.

I cannot change the past if you don't give me a chance. And I am tired of begging Khushi Gupta. Tum samajhti kyun nai ho ki agar tum nai mili na to yahan dukta hai. Bahut dukta hai. Tum samajh rahi ho na?

(Don't you understand that your absence hurts damn it. It is unbearable. Are you getting me?)

He poked his chest twice before grabbing my shoulders lightly. His words. His eyes. The vulnerability. Our circumstances. Everything was pushing me to agree and say yes. A small tear rolled down my eyes watching the emotion of love fill his baby brown orbs. But then my eyes turned behind to see the glass wall. The very place where Arnav Raizada had cornered me. Where he had left my hand resulting in me falling down. When his employees made fun of my vulnerabilities. 

Jab aapne humein yahan se neeche giraya tha na...tab humein bahut chot lgi thi. Kya tab aapka dil dukha tha Arnavji?

(When you pushed me from here...It hurt me too. Did your heart clench watching me in pain then, Arnavji?)

He immediately left my arms as if I had burned him. However, for the first time, he acknowledged his errors. With a shake of his head, he responded a No. Retreating from my personal space he chose to sit on the sofa across his desk. With his head in his hands, he whispered in a soft tone.

Patani main kis type ka jaanwar tha Khushi. Jisne tum jaisi pari ko khud se door kar dia. Par I promise main sab theek krdunga. Even if by chance I remember my past then too we will be together.

(I don't know what kind of an animal I was to you Khushi. A beast you pushed away an angel like you. But I promise you my repentance).

That's your belief. The reality is different.

Giving me a small smile he stood up from the sofa and grabbed a file from his desk. Holding the file in his hand he waved it in my direction. The gesture left me perplexed. When I did not react the way he expected me to Arnavji handed me to documents with his patent smirk.

You are a permanent shareholder of ARD Khushi Kumari Gupta. This is the reality. Meri nayi will mein pehla naam tumhara hai. Waise hi jaise iss dil mein hai. I am in love with you Khushi. Is this guarantee enough for you?

(Yours is the first name on my new will. Just like it is on my heart).

A gasp escaped my lips hearing his wild confession. I am a shareholder in his company? Even in his will? Kya??? Hey, Devi Maiyya Arnavji humse pyaar? Woh humein sirf pasand nai krte...woh humse pyaar?? He nodded with a grin. Before my mind could make sense of his words something managed to distract me. A bright red laser dot flashed over his collarbone. I blinked twice. As if someone was aiming at him...as if someone wanted him to die? As comprehension dawned upon me I screamed out his name. But unfortunately, the bullet was too fast for me to make a move and save him.

ARNAVJI!!!!  

ARNAVJI!!!

 Blood. Soo much blood. Bright red blood stained his white shirt in seconds. He pressed a hand on the wound and whimpered in pain. My screams probably alerted everyone. Everything faded in the background. Akaashji and Amanji caught him as he staggered. His eyes rolled, his neck tilted and he fell unconscious. 

I kept screaming like a banshee as Amanji asked me to calm down. I could see him clicking his fingers in front of his face. Finally, he cupped my cheeks a little firmly and ordered me to compose myself. Staring at Arnavji's bloody form I nodded gulping in shock as realization dawned upon me. 

Akaashji with a little help from Amanji placed Arnavji on the sofa and announced that the ambulance is on the way. Huh? When did he call for an ambulance? I never heard him? I must have said the words out loud because Akaashji replied instantly.

When you were screaming at the top of your voice Khushiji.

Embarrassed by his answer I wiped the tears that kept falling from my face. Before I could apologize for my behaviour Amanji said something that made my eyes as big as the saucers.

ASR keeps mumbling your name. He wants you. So you are coming with us in the ambulance.

I bobbed my head and a few minutes later I left AR Designs in the ambulance. I chose to sit next to him. Now even I could hear him mumbling my name. Holding his hand in mine I could not help but recall how Arnavji had confessed his feelings for me. Hum yahi to chahte the na Devi Maiyya. To phir jab aaj unhone kehdia ki unko bhi pyar hai to hum kyun darr gaye? Kyun?? Kyon uss pal humein woh din yaad aagaya?

(This is what I desired the most Devi Maiyya. So when he confessed his love to me today why was I terrified? Why?? Why was I stupid enough to recall our past?)

Khushi I need to know if you saw someone near ASRs cabin. You were the only ones who were present there. Did you notice anything strange?

Turning my head towards Aman Mathur I gave him my infamous glare. How dare he? How can he ask me such a question when Arnavji is in such a critical condition? He flinched in response. Akaashji looked at us and tried to intervene. But the coldness of my voice shut him up rather quickly.

Maaf kijiye goli lagte huye humein hosh nai tha. Warna uss aadmi se hum uska naam aur address pooch lete!

(I apologize for being so incoherent when the gunshot happened. Or else I would have asked the shooter for his name and address!)

Hours later we were still sitting outside in the emergency ward. But the rest of the Raizadas had joined us a while ago. They had asked me to leave umpteen number of times but something made me stay back. 

A while ago his Doctor had explained that the bullet has been removed successfully. But since it was aimed at Arnavjis bad shoulder he was clueless about the extent of damage that might have occurred. Was the Diwali accident not enough Devi Maiyya? Why are you doing this to him?

Oh god, I just want to see him fit and fine once again. Then I would leave. He is my....friend. So I will have to make sure that he is awake. Yeah, keep fooling yourself Khushi. My inner Khushi taunted me. Though the hospital corridor was silent, Arnav Raizadas words kept echoing around my ears.

Tum samajhti kyun nai ho ki agar tum nai mili na to yahan dukta hai. Bahut dukta hai. Tum samajh rahi ho na?

Shaking my head I stood up and excused myself from the family. I needed to clear my head. A walk might help. Can I move on? Can I accept Sid in my life? What if he asks for more? Can anyone replace Arnavji in my heart? The questions kept bouncing in my head. A sigh escaped my lips when a familiar voice called me out. But I kept staring at the trees ahead.

Khushi Maam it is cold outside. Why don't you come inside?

Please leave me alone Dhruv.

I can help you if you want?

Rolling my eyes I tilted my head towards my ten-year-old student. He was staring at me with a familiar intensity. Gosh, he reminds me so much of Arnavji. It seems he can read my mind. Pursing my lips I chose to accept his help.

Kabhi aisa kyun hota hai ki hum chaah kar bhi uss shaqs se door nahi ho paate jo humare liye galat hota hai?

(Sometimes I wonder that why cannot we stay away from that one person who is not good for us?)

Kyunki ussi ke saath humein acha lagta hai. Khushi Maam nobody likes going to school right? Par school mein ache din bhi aate hain like the class party, picnic and teachers day? It is simple. Exams se darr ke main school nai chod sakta. So you got to do what you got to do.

(Because that one person also makes us happy. Khushi Maam nobody likes going to school right? But there are good days filled with class parties, picnics and teachers day as well right? It is simple. The fear of exams is not greater than my love for school. So you got to do what you got to do).

My eyes touched my hairline hearing his explanation. Did he solve my problem? School? Arnavji is a school? With good days and bad days? Huh? Kya hum darr kar unse door jaa rhe hain? Kya sach mein humein apne dil ki sunni chahiye? I mused. The little fella tugged my hand and dragged me inside talking about the cold weather of Australia where he lived all his life. But my heart was beating like a machine gun. As if it had a mind of its own.

(Am I running away from him? Should I listen to the voice of my heart?)

I am in love with you Khushi. Is this guarantee enough for you?

Can I do this? Can I accept him in my life? Can I accept both his temper tantrums and intense love for me? Dhak dhak. My heart fluttered as I could not help but feel strange happiness bubbling inside me. What if I ask him for a trial relationship? Bas jab tak humein pakka nai hota hai ki woh humein kisi bhi qeemat par nahi chodenge. And if things work out maybe...

(Like a temporary assurance till I can trust him completely).

I am in love with you Khushi. Is this guarantee enough for you?

Dhruv POV

What is she doing right now?

She is standing aloof near the entrance of the hospital Pops. Should I make my grand entrance now?

Nodding into the phone I agreed with my father and gave her a few minutes. According to my Dad now was the time to strick. The iron is hot. So taking advantage of the situation I took in my father's order and hung up the phone. Acting like an innocent student who was worried for his teacher I made her open up to me. She was being difficult but my innocent 10-year-old act did the job and she finally spilt the truth.

Knowing what she wanted to hear I answered in my no-nonsense tone as if my solution was what she needed to live better. As expected a light bulb went off and my suggestion caused her eyes to widen in disbelief. Giving her the time to make a decision I dragged her inside on the pretext of the cold weather.

Though I feel bad for Chachus condition I have faith in Khushi Maam. She would nurse him better and after a while, he will recover. Love can cure any illness. That's what Popsi says to me all the time. When we were a few feet away from the waiting area I stopped abruptly and turned towards my teacher. Whose eyebrows rammed into her hairline in confusion.

Khushi Maam...

Yes, Dhruv?

Please try to forgive him.

Dhruv beta...

(Kiddo..)

I know this is your matter. Par second chance easily nai milta. What if he was shot to death today? Aap unhe kho deti Maam.

(We don't get second chances so easily. What if he was shot to death today? You would have lost him Maam?)

Astonished by my words she stared back at me as if I was saying something in Latin. I knew that talking about death was a  below the belt move but you got to do what you got to do. I am my Uncle's nephew. I know very well how to crack a deal. A tear fell from her eye socket. Checkmate. Passing her a smile I left her hand and ran away to sit with my Anji Bua. A couple of minutes later the nurse told us that Chachu is out of danger and will have to stay overnight under observation.

Everyone sighed in relief hearing the good news. Akaash Chachu and Aman Uncle pumped their fists eagerly. I swung my head to the side to see Khushi Maam smiling through her tears. This is a piece of good news.

Arnav POV

The bullet pierced my shoulder and I felt a strange warm liquid seeping into my clothes. My body registered the excruciating pain as My eyes caught with Khushis shock filled orbs. My staggering form lost the battle to the darkness. Flittering in and out of consciousness I gathered a vital detail about my past. 

My possessiveness for Khushi Gupta is not something new. I do love her passionately. My mind picked out the perfect memory to recall. Clad in an orange wedding outfit the woman of my dreams stood between a group of people and danced around merrily to the loud drum beats. Her beauty left me spellbound.

But then abruptly the scene changed into something horrible. Strange men surrounded us and pushed her with such force that her head banged on the jeep nearby. And believe me, the sight of her wounded forehead awakened the beast inside me. Determined to punish those low-lives I sauntered in their direction and punched them left and right. The one who tried to hurt Khushi bled profusely. Enraged, I craved for more of his blood. Suddenly she held my shoulder and asked me to stop. I let him go and stared at my bruised knuckles for really long. Did I just do that? I mused.

Bhai...

The dream or rather a memory turned hazy as I heard someone calling me out. I wanted to continue my dream. I wanted to see if Khushi was fine or not. But the irritating interrupting voice kept ringing in my ears pushing me away from my dream to the familiar darkness.

Bhai can you hear me...

As if the question was a signal to my brain I felt myself responding to it. With my blurry eyes, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The darkness was replaced by a brightly lit room. And a hazy figure came closer to my line of sight.

Bhai...

Akaash.

I mumbled feeling a strange numbness around my left shoulder. My brother was trying to talk to me but the heavy meds made me incoherent. Only half of his words were making sense to me.

.....worried.....everyone is in....waiting room.

Wait did he just say, everyone?

Wanting to confirm his jumbled words I whispered the one person's name who I wanted to be here. Next to me. With her hand in mine.

Khushi...bring her to me.

Saying the words I slipped into unconsciousness once again.

Shyam POV

My fingers dug in his jugular as he choked with eyes touching his hairline. I knew he wanted my mercy. But what am I supposed to do? It is his mistake that he was unable to follow a simple order. The news of the ASRs death should have been spread like fire in the media by now. However, my most trusted shooter betrayed me by failing this assignment.

He was trying to say something. Bored with his antics I became a little curious about his words. So instead I threw him on the floor and leaned against the wall patiently. Let's see what he has to say. I mused.

After several minutes when he was able to catch his breath the man uttered something that sparked my interest. The shooter mentioned the reason for his failure. Khushi Kumari Gupta. Hmm. So the cold ruthless businessman is capable of falling in love. I smiled in triumph. Now I know how to torture Arnav Singh Raizada. I have been a fool all along. The best way to hurt my enemy is to attack his weakness. He did the same when he destroyed my Dad. I need a new plan. A plan that will involve Ms Gupta. With a grin, I pulled out two bundles of cash and threw them next to my shooter who still trying to breathe normally.

Thank you for letting me know about ASRs woman. 

Khushi POV

I stayed the night in the hospital with Akaashji while the rest of the Raizadas had reluctantly left for Shantivan. When Akaashji came out of Arnavji's ward he confessed that his brother wanted me near him. I could only nod at him blushing furiously. I wanted to see him too. But Akaashji said that Arnavji was still feeling drowsy due to the effect of the strong medicines. 

I slept on the sofa bed in Arnavjis room. Only one person was allowed to stay in the room and Akaashji volunteered to sleep in his car. Thanking him profusely I took the sofa bed.

Around 5 am I woke up hearing noises in the room. Arnavji was trying to pour water into a glass but because of his bad shoulder, he failed miserably. In a jiffy, I rushed towards him and handed him a glass full of water. He stared intently in my direction. And I felt my face immediately go red, the heat dancing across my cheeks like a gasoline explosion over driftwood.

Aap theek toh hain? 

(Are you alright?)

He nodded but did not leave my eyes for a second. I knew he was desperate for my answer. But I took my own sweet time. There was a small lamp on the table across the hospital bed. The room appeared to be warm and cosy because of the device. Turning towards him I slowly held his other hand that was not covered in a sling.

I want to give this thing between us a chance. But I am scared that once your amnesia is cured you will leave me. So how about a trial relationship?

A trial relationship?

He raised his eyebrow with a small smirk on his face. My idea intrigued him. I knew it would. The bronze fingers around my hand tightened all of a sudden. His approval gave me the confidence to continue my speech. 

Haan. Bas ek baar humein bharosa hojaye ki aapka Amnesia theek hone ke baad bhi kuch nai badlega, phir hum...

(Yes. A trial till I am sure that you are worthy of my trust and won't leave me even when you are cured of amnesia, after that...)

Phir tum kya Khushi? Meri hojaogi na? For Hamesha.

(After that what Khushi? Will you be mine? I want Forever).

Unable to take his intensity I nodded and tried to remove my palm from his hold. But Arnavji was in a playful mood. I kept tugging my hand but his grip was firm. I lifted my eyes to meet his naughty ones. I could see mischief in them.

I learnt a few things in the AR office. Deal ke baad signature bhi krne padte hain Khushi. 

Kya?!? Kaunsi deal? Aur kaise signatures?

(What?!? What deal? And what signatures?)

Grinning at my confused expressions he lifted my hand only to kiss it with his warm lips. A shiver ran down my spine at the unexpected gesture. I felt the heated angry red flush colouring my cheekbones. When I tried to retreat my hand he tugged me towards him. Our noses almost touched each other when he whispered.

Both the parties are supposed to sign the deal Khushi Kumari Gupta. 

Leaning away from Arnavji I tried to catch my breath. He was waiting for me to kiss his hand as well. Knowing that he won't let go without my...signature, I quickly pecked the back of his hand. As his hold loosened I finally rescued my hot red palm from him. 

You should sleep some more, it is only 5 in the morning.

You are staying?

Uh, hun.

Good. Go back to the sofa-bed honey.

The endearment made me smile. I walked away to the sofa bed and clung to the blankets. We kept watching each other till sleep took over our tired forms. 

Devi Maiyya I hope this decision of mine won't backfire. Please make sure that this temporary relationship becomes a permanent one. 

Precap: Sid's closeness with Khushi makes Arnav jealous.

AJHS - 10

Part - 10

Arnav POV

When I replied to Khushi with a flirty message there were many reactions that I expected to receive in return. Shyness. Ignorance. Anger. But even in my wildest dreams, I did not imagine that Khushi Gupta would put forward a request to meet me. I became restless after that. My mind skirted to a different angle.

Is there a slight probability that she has feelings for me? Maybe my jealousy towards Siddharth Shukla was a little too obvious. And that made her read between the lines. She cares for me. She offered me her friendship. She thinks I am adorable. So chances are high that Ms Gupta likes me.

I could not sleep at all. The entire night I sat on the bed leaning against the headboard clutching my phone seeking protection from the unknown emotions that overwhelmed me. If tomorrow or rather today Khushi confesses her feelings then my response would be a yes.

She is beautiful. She is honest. She cares. She treats me like her best friend. She does not shy away from pointing out my stupidity. I am just another guy to her. Khushi is what I want in my otherwise static monotonous life. I smiled feeling the strange emotion bursting within me. It's already 3 AM. I need to make the necessary preparations.

I made my bed, went out for a walk and showered to have an early start. The rest of Raizadas were leaving for a religious trip to Vaishnodevi. They were surprised to see me up and ready for the day at 5 AM. Anjali Di and Vikram Jeeju were smiling from ear to ear. While the rest of them were trying to hide their enthusiasm. Only Dhruv was being normal around me. After a quick breakfast, I said my goodbyes to them and texted Khushi to meet me here in Shantivan.

I gathered a bunch of roses from the plants beside the pool. With utmost care, I tied them together. She would love a homemade present. As I wore the best three-piece suit that I had in my almirah, the phone on my nightstand vibrated twice.

Khushi messaged me that she would be here soon. At exact 8 am she arrived. There was no one home. Even HP had taken a day off.

I sprinted towards the main door. But then curbing my eagerness I kept the roses on a side table. First I will give Khushi the chance to reveal her feelings for me. Yes. That would be appropriate. Taking a deep breath I unbolted the door.

Khushi looked beautiful in red. An angel of sorts. The warmth in her eyes was absent this morning. Her cheeks were tinted but there were no traces of a smile on her otherwise cheerful face. For the first time, I felt uncomfortable around Khushi Gupta. This was not what I had anticipated last night. The coldness of her expressions gave me the chills. What is the actual reason behind this sudden meeting? Trying to control the situation I welcomed her into the house.

Khushi come inside.

She advanced towards the hall making me follow her involuntarily.  The silence from Khushi made me anxious. Her body language screamed hostility. My heart was beating wildly inside my chest. I  knew in the back of my mind that Khushi was about to do something rash. I could sense our bond wilting away. Dhak dhak. The distance made my heart jolt.

Khushi...

She spun around effortlessly and made eye contact with me. There was no Khushi inside those eyes. I gulped sensing the emptiness within them. Why? What is wrong? What have I done? Is something bothering her? Is she here to end...? I sensed her footsteps near me. Holding her phone in front of me she addressed me like a mere stranger. 

Listen Mr Raizada. I don't find you adorable at all. This text was meant for Dhruv. Do not assume that I am interested in you.

Khushi mera woh matlab nai tha main bas mazaak...

(Khushi I was only kidding...)

Mazaak?!? Aapke liye ye sab ek mazaak hoga humare liye nai. Ek baat apne dil mein utaar lijiye. Hum aapke liye kuch mehsoos nai krte.

(You were kidding?!? This might be a joke to you. But get one thing clear in your head. I don't feel anything for you).

Kuch feel nai krti...

(You don't feel anything...)

I murmured to myself. Time slowed down for me. The loud ticking of the clock echoed around me. The birds chirping outside felt like a deafening sound. This was not the confession that I wanted from her. Darkness reverberated within me as I comprehended her words. Kuch mehsoos nahi karti woh mere liye. I am not special to her. Heartbroken I tried to stop the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. My throat tightened with every breath I took.

 I was wrong in my assumptions. She hates me! Khushi feels nothing for me. Nothing at all. Her expression morphed into anger as she stood only an inch away from me.

Humare liye uss baat ka koi matlab nai hai. Sunna aapne? Koi matlab nai hai!

(Exactly I don't give a damn about it. Did you hear me? You don't mean anything to me!)

Pushing me away she sauntered out of the house without giving me a chance to talk. I was about to follow her determined to clarify things before they escalated to the point of no return. However, her last sentence echoed in my mind like a broken record.

Koi matlab nai hai...

Koi matlab nai hai...

The four words were very familiar. Spoken by the same person. But this time the emotions were different. They were not unsure and hopeless. They were blunt and irreversible. I recognized them instantly. 

All of a sudden I found myself captured in my nightmare. I was no longer in the confines of Shantivan. Smoke surrounded me. Darkness made me blind. Breathlessly I tried to find my way out. I felt excruciating pain all over my shoulder bone. The sound of glass shattering hurt my ears. Amidst all that was happening, I heard the voice of Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Koi matlab nai hai...

Koi matlab nai hai...

The vulnerability in her voice made me gasp. Her heartbreak mirrored mine. Before my mind could comprehend everything bright white lights blinded my vision. Agonizing pain pushed me into a strange abyss. And then neither I felt anything nor I heard a sound.

Khushi POV

I did it. I finally verbalized what was bothering me for very long. I vented out my emotions to Arnav Singh Raizada. I made it clear to him that we can never be together.  I retorted him using the same words that he threw at me not long ago on Diwali night.

He won't flirt with me ever again. I won't give him a single opportunity to break my heart. I kept walking towards the main road feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. Although my little outburst is nothing in front of the insults and humiliation I faced in the past while in the company of ASR. Still, my little victory felt like a badge of honour that I carried with pride.

I was about to flag an auto rikshaw when something dawned upon me. My phone was missing. Oh no. Hey Devi Maiyya kahi hum apna fone Shantivan mein to nahi bhool gaye? Uh oh. I must have dropped the device while lashing out at Arnav Singh Raizada. Slapping my palm on my temple I trudged back to the Raizada house.

(Oh Lord by any chance did I drop my phone somewhere in Shantivan?)

Chill Khushi. You don't have to initiate any conversation with that man. Just step inside, look for your phone and simply disappear from the scene. Giving myself a pep talk I returned to Shantivan. The right side of the main door was still open. Just like I left it a few minutes ago. I peeked inside and to my relief, the hall appeared to be empty. With a happy sigh, I strolled inside. My phone was lying on the carpet near the sofa. I picked it up.

But my eyes widened in disbelief when I saw a familiar pair of trouser clad legs peeking from behind the three-seater sofa. Fear engulfed me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Dragging my feet to the other side of the sofa I gasped at the sight in front of me. Arnavji was lying unconscious with a hand clutching his forehead. My knees gave out in response. Shaking him vigorously I screamed.

ARNAVJI...

ARNAVJI CAN YOU HEAR ME!!

Hey Devi Maiyya Arnavji ko kya hua? Ye behosh kaise hogaye? In hopes that a family member might be able to help him, I shouted for Anjaliji, Naniji, Akaashji and even HPji but only my voice resonated around the hall. It seems that Arnavji is alone in the house. It was a deja vu moment. In October also the same thing happened. It was only the two of us in Shantivan and Arnavji who had fainted due to low sugar levels. I mused. 

(Oh Devi Maiyya how did he faint all of sudden?)

Knowing that only I could help Arnavji, I Iifted him by the shoulders and made him lean against the sofa. He kept losing balance but after a few tries, I was able to make him lean on it. I rushed to the kitchen and brought a glass full of cold water.

I sprinkled a few drops over his face but nothing changed. Wetting my hands I rubbed his palms and forehead. I repeated the process thrice. To my immense relief, his fingers moved a little. I splashed more water on his face. His eyes fluttered open this time. He blinked furiously. My presence startled him.

Aap theek hain? Aap humein sun sakte hain?

(Are you alright? Can you hear me?)

He kept staring at me like a starving man. The intensity made me self conscious. I was about to ask him for water when he grabbed my wrist in a firm hold. His lips moved and he whispered in a voice too low for me to understand. I moved a little closer to hear him. His brow furrowed, his eyes darkened, and his bottom lip just barely jutted out.

Maine tumhara dil toda tha na...'Koi matlab nai hai'...you have used these words before.

(I broke your heart right...)

His statement shocked me. Hey Devi Maiyya he remembers my words from the Diwali night. I tried to disengage from him but his hold tightened around my wrist. Using his other hand he jerked my shoulder making me fall on him. I felt his lips grazing my ears and shuddered, at the sudden proximity.

Agar maine tumhe chot pahunchai hai to marham bhi main hi lagaunga.

(If I have hurt you in the past then only I have the right to heal your wounds).

I pushed and extricated myself from his touches. Sitting on my knees I straightened my dupatta. All this while he kept watching me like a hawk. I could sense the presence of the dominant ASR within him. Without saying another word I picked up the glass and left him.

No matter how ugly our arguments become, it is against humanity to leave him alone in such a condition. I returned with a fresh glass of water and made him sip it slowly. I could feel his eagle eyes on me. His actions were screaming possessiveness. And I did not like it one bit. How dare he decide to be the one to heal my wounds huh? Humein zakhm dekar marham lagane wale ye hote kaun hain.

I placed the glass on the floor and tried to get up. I immediately stood up and assisted him. He did not mind the help. Slowly and carefully we mounted the stairs and reached his room. I made him lie on the bed and turned to leave. I could feel his stare burning a hole inside me. As I neared the door of his bedroom Arnavji spoke again.

Mirror ke paas jo cabinet hain usse kholo.

(Open the cabinet next to the mirror).

I swirled around surprised by his commanding tone. It seemed like he was on a mission this morning. A mission to drive me crazy. I fisted my hand in an attempt to control my tongue. What does he think of himself? Arnavji must have realized his error because soon he changed his tone to a pleading one.

Please Khushi.

Rolling my eyes I dashed towards the cabinet and pulled the door with a little too much force. But my rage vanished in thin air. The contents inside the cabinet left me astonished for a few seconds. The pearls from my green dress, my broken glass bangle and a torn piece of my stole. What are they doing here? Why did Arnavji keep the fragments of my belongings with him? I touched the pearls with a trembling hand. He had these things with him from before the accident. Why? Why would he keep my stuff with him?

I turned around to face him. With his back against the headboard, Arnavji passed me a look of admiration. Frustrated by his behaviour I fired questions at him left right and centre.

Aapko sab kuch yaad aagaya kya? Aur ye humari cheezein aapke paas kyun hain?

(Have you recalled everything? And why do you have my stuff in your possession?)

Sab yaad nai aaya hai. Par itna to pta chal gaya ki jis aurat ki dard bhari awaaz mere kaano mein goonjti hai woh tum ho Khushi Kumari Gupta. Maine tumhe kaise hurt kia tell me now?

(No I don't remember everything. But one thing is crystal clear that you are the woman whose painful voice echoes in my dream Khushi Kumari Gupta. How did I hurt you tell me now?)

He stood up from the bed and started advancing towards me. The burning questions of his past reflected in his chocolate orbs. I could not help but retreat with every step that he took. Eventually, my back hit his almirah and he shackled me by placing his arms on either side of my head.

Hum apni zindagi mein aage badhchuke hain. Aur in sari baaton ka koi fayda nai hai. Ab raasta chodiye.

(I have moved on in my life. Your words don't mean anything at this point. Now leave my way).

His eyes widened hearing my answer. Arnavji's nostrils flared and his jaw turned more rigid if possible. That was the wrong thing to say. However, I was not in the mood to be a doormat for him to stomp at. My glare mirrored his in a show of defiance. Watching my stance he leaned away from me. But the fire inside did not extinguish.

So you have chosen Siddharth Shukla huh?!? Then why do you spend time with me? If I am that bad to phir abhi meri help kyun kri? Khushi the old me had pieces of your belongings. They are enshrined over here. And you do not wish to break off our connection. This means we still have a chance...

I scoffed at his explanation. Only Arnav Singh Raizada possesses the ability to pull me when I am trying so hard to push him away.  He always hated my ignorance. But the old him never verbalised his innermost feelings. ASRs ego loved to dominate and control.

Strangely his absence felt alien to me. This bold and vocal version of Arnavji began to spook me.

So what if I choose Sid? Why do you always have to crush my happiness? And what exactly are you suggesting by saying we have a chance? Hum Lavanya Kashyap nai hai. Humein aapke sath live in mein koi interest nai hai. Iss sach ko swikar lijiye. Aapke kiye acha hoga.

(I ain't Lavanya Kashyap. I don't wish for a live-in with you. You need to accept this reality. That will be good for you).

Pushing his chest I sauntered out of the den that belonged to Arnav Raizada when his steel-like voice uttered something that froze my feet. My ears kept ringing as my mind registered his confession.

I like you Khushi. Aur ab main humara past jaankar hi rahunga. Is sach ko tum bhi swikar lo. Kyunki ye humare future ke liye acha hoga.

(And now I am adamant about figuring out my past. You need to accept this reality too. That will be good for our future).

Dhak dhak

Dhak dhak

My heart raced as it acknowledged the words of Mr Raizada. Arnavji likes me?? Woh humein pasand krte hain?!? What? How did this...? When did he...? The questions perplexed me. My mind wanted to stop his advances but my heart thrilled as he bared his soul to me for the first time. 

Instead of twirling and acknowledging his words, I stared into the mirror beside me. He stood a few feet away from me with clenched hands and a stiff posture. Strange desperation crossed his features. He probably expected a response from me. His sudden confession made me restless. So instead I chose to leave Shantivan but not before announcing something for his benefit.

Humne Anjaliji ko aapki haalat ke baare mein bata dia hai. Thodi der mein koi na koi aajayega.

(I have informed Anjaliji about your condition. Somebody will be here in a while).

Arnav POV

The darkness disappeared as I found myself surrounded by the woman who I least expected to be near me. Slowly my mind was decoding the hidden clues of my past. It was pretty clear that at some point in my life I had feelings for Khushi. I had a hidden corner in my room filled with her stuff. Also according to my family, I was a cold-hearted businessman before my accident, which means that I hated Khushi's guts. And Khushi acknowledged a couple of times that we were always at loggerheads with each other.

Now I just have to piece all these clues together. However, I was clear about one thing in my head. That I cannot do all of this without Khushi Gupta. I have feelings for this woman. And I need her constant companionship. So I tried to make her understand my point. I could see that Khushi was still upset about our earlier argument but still she took me upstairs and gave my comfort the priority.

I showed her my little shrine. I asked for a chance. And I finally admitted my need to have her in my life. Khushi assumed that my offer was limited to a live in. But I made it clear to her what she meant for me.

I like you Khushi. Aur ab main humara past jaankar hi rahunga. Is sach ko tum bhi swikar lo. Kyunki ye humare future ke liye acha hoga.

She stood still and did not show any signs of acknowledging my words. I waited for a very long minute. But instead of giving any indication of her feelings, Khushi told me that she had informed my family about my fainting spell. Those were her last words to me as she left my room, my home and my heart.

I rubbed my chest feeling the acute pain in my heart. I longed to be with her again. Damn it. Today has been exhausting for me. Nothing went according to my plans. I sat on the bed feeling burdened by today's events. But there is a silver lining over here. Khushi's previous words triggered my memory. I now know that we shared a strange and intense relationship. But the major chunks of my memory remain undisclosed. 

I need to make every effort to know more about my history with Khushi Gupta. And for that my best options are 1. To join the office once again and retrieve info on Khushi 2. Coaxing Akaash to tell me about my equation with Khushi. And 3. To hover around Ms Gupta to make her confess what she is trying to hide.

I smirked feeling triumphant because I knew my plans would be successful. I knew who I had to contact first. Pulling out the drawer of my nightstand I picked up the business card of Aman Mathur. I met him here during Di and Jeeju's anniversary party. At that time my mind was occupied by Khushi's thoughts. But now was the perfect time to get in touch with him.

Bhai?! Bhai? Are you alright?

A concerned Akaash rushed inside my bedroom. I rolled my eyes at his alarming behaviour but allowed him to mother hen me for a while. Khushi did mention informing my family of my fainting episode. I could see the guilt oozing out of him. Damn it. Soon the entire Raizada clan will go berserk because of this little incident of mine.

I am fine Akaash.

But bhai I feel so bad...

My brother's remorseful words faded in the background as my mind drifted back to the moment when I had pushed her body towards me. Her enchanting jasmine scent still lingered around me. Her trembling frame against me as I whispered my regret in her ears. Her beautiful expressive eyes widened as she retreated from me. My very own aphrodisiac. My musings came to a halt when I felt a worried Akaash cupping my shoulders.

...Bhai? You don't look alright to me.

Relax Akaash. I was just trying to figure out something. I need your help with a few things.

Sure Bhai. Anything for you.

An hour later I was sitting on one of the chaises on the mezzanine floor of Shantivan. Across me sat a bewildered Akaash unable to understand my sudden demands. And beside him stood my manager Aman Mathur who was smiling ear to ear hearing the news of my return to ARD.  After giving the basic gist about our business he answered all my questions regarding Khushi Gupta. 

 Every new piece of information on Khushi felt like a priceless artefact. Her middle name is Kumari. Her devotion to Devi Maiyya. Her headstrong approach towards life. Her defiance against my egotistical behaviour. I devoured the facts that he shared with me. However, my joy vanished when I heard about certain events that were intentionally staged by me to hurt her. Horrified listening to my sins I could do nothing but feel regret.

Falling from the first floor, standing in a heavy storm to handle the parking duty, getting stuck in a building on the verge of collapsing and so on. 

What the hell?!? I was a beast to Khushi. Now her hatred for me during our first few meetings makes perfect sense. I pulled the roots of my hair realising the fact that my past self is the villain of my very own love life. Ughhhh. Gosh, what is the point of being this great ruthless businessman ASR if I cannot even see how making Khushi mine would be a long term investment with profitable results for my heart?

Instead because of my foolish attempts to protect my ego I made it easier for people like Shukla who are not leaving any stones unturned to woo Khushi. 

My competition is tough. I need to make every effort to ensure that Khushi does not give up on me. Yes. We will only move forward from now on. There is no other way out for me. Only Khushi's presence can heal me emotionally. Determined to have Khushi in my life I cocked my head to stare at  Aman and Akaash. The two waited breathlessly for my next declaration. Smirking at the fellas I stated my decision.

By next week I will introduce a new shareholder of AR Designs.

Who?

They enquired in stereo. I stood up with my hands across my chest, head held high and a victorious smile. A streak of possessiveness resounded inside me as I announced the name of the iron lady who had done something strange to my heart.

Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Gasps echoed around me. But I did not bother about their reactions. Heading towards my bedroom I unlocked my device and googled the different articles on wooing women who are strong and independent.

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Precap: Khushi is perplexed by the over growing possessiveness of Arnav Singh Raizada. ASR returns to ARD.

AJHS - 9

   

Part - 9

Arnav POV

Dhruv we need to talk.

Commanding him in a tone that meant business I dashed upstairs to my room not giving a damn about the rest of the family that sat in the living room. I know that was extremely rude of me. But my mind is in a dark place. The thought of Khushi and Sid going to the movies felt like a dagger in my heart. And there is no one with whom I could discuss my issues. Apart from D. The kid is not judgemental at all. And I speak from experience.

He has helped me solve many things that were too complicated for me to decipher. I can share my feelings with him. The fella is a good listener. Leaving my bedroom door wide open I began to pace back and forth thinking of all the ways of spoiling Khushi and Sidharth Shukla's movie date. Should I pretend to be sick and ask her to be my nurse for tonight? No, she will get worried unnecessarily. Or maybe I could self invite myself to her place for dinner? No, I don't wish to bother her family. Damn it. Think Raizada.

Girl troubles?

I tilted my head to see the little man stroll inside with a smirk that rivalled my own. Wow. He is a mind reader. One look at my body language and he knows I have a girl problem. Shaking my head in agreement I acknowledged his words.

You are a genius!

How can I help you Chachu?

How do you spoil a movie date? I need ideas asap.

Dhruv POV

I smiled hearing the desperation behind Nannav Chachu's words. Man, I cannot believe my plan hit the bullseye. Two days back when I heard Khushi Maam explaining to a colleague that she is going for lunch with Sid to Amici Cafe, I coaxed my Uncle to have lunch at the same place. I even chose the table opposite hers. The next thing you know Chachu's green monster woke up. Pops was so right. Jealousy always works.

And now just look at him. He is assuring himself that what he feels for Khushi Maam is just genuine concern. Haah. Concern? That rigid jaw and clenched fist is a clear indication of burning rage. Poor Sidharth Shukla. I hid my smile behind my palm as Chachu spat insults one after another at Mr Shukla.

Nannav Chachu instead of spoiling their date we should tag along with Khushi Maam. I mean my persuasion skills are bang on.

My words acted like a balm. The wildness within him gradually disappeared only leaving traces of a frown behind. The pacing came to halt. I could see the wheels turning inside his head. I felt like patting my shoulders. After all, I did the unthinkable. I trapped the old ASR within a few minutes of his appearance. Chuckling in mind I stood a little closer to him. He opened his mouth immediately.

Oh. OH. Perfect. This movie date will become a group outing. Call her now D.

Saying so he rushed towards the restroom probably wanting to freshen up. Wow. I cannot believe him. He is doing everything to stop Sid from making a move towards Khushi Maam. And he still believes that she is just a good friend. First, my dear Uncle needs to realize that this emotion is called jealousy. Pheww. What am I gonna do with these Raizada men? Sighing in frustration I called up my favourite teacher. Thankfully she answered in two rings.

Hi Dhruv.

Hi Maam. How are you?

I am good kiddo. Aap sunaiye kaise phone kia aapne?

(You tell, any specific reason for calling me at this time of the day?)

Maam Nannav Uncle said you are going to watch Sooryavanshi with a friend. Mujhe bhi woh movie dekhni hai. I have been Team Akshay for so many years.

(I too wanna watch this movie).

Hehehe. Awe. Dhruv bas itni si baat. Aap apne Chachu ke sath aajayein. Hum sab milke movie dekhlenge. Hum aapko PVR aur time message krdete hain.

(Dhruv do not worry. You come along with your Uncle. Together we will go to the movies. I will text you the name of the PVR and time).

And just when Chachu walked out of the washroom I hung up on Khushi Maam with a promise of sharing a big tub of popcorn with her. I gave him a thumbs up and his face brightened like the morning sun. Love is in the air. Who would have thought that a gloomy man like him would ever have romantic feelings for my teacher?

Payal POV

Leave my hand Akaash.

I won't. Not until you explain the reason behind this rejection.

I sighed out loud feeling a sense of deja vu. This cannot be happening to me. Did we not start our friendship after the same lines. Rolling my eyes at him I twisted his other wrist firmly making him screech in pain. He left my hand rather quickly after that. Should have warned him about my self-defence skills.

I cannot become a docile dependent housewife. I have just begun to spread my wings. I need to do a lot of things in life. Why cannot you understand this simple fact?

Verbalizing my thoughts I let go of his hand making him rub it immediately in an attempt to soothe the pain. His eyes did not leave mine. Not for a while. It is like he was trying to decode my mind or something. Allowing him to do so I stared back, all the more determined to put across my point.

I am not saying I want to get married to you tomorrow Payal. We can make this work. Is it so wrong of you to date a man like me? Or are you into those possessive bad boys?

Damn it. He knows how much I appreciate simplicity in life. Akaash likes no he loves to put me in such awkward situations that have a hidden challenge within them. First the offer of friendship and now this easy-going idea of dating him. Shutting my eyes I counted from 1 to 10. And through the count, I knew that my answer would bring a genuine smile to his face.

Khushi POV

I stood awkwardly near the entrance of 3Cs cinema when a smiling Sid strutted towards me. I felt a little guilty for not telling him about the others. He still thought that it would be just the two of us. He did not stop and shake my hand as usual rather he chose to close the distance between us and embrace me.

The unexpected hug left me baffled. But knowing his humorous side I rolled my eyes in response. When he moved away I saw a strange twinkle in his eyes. Like he was waiting for this moment for ages. Oh. Of course. He has been talking about this action movie for a while now. He must be excited to watch Sooryavanshi. Gesturing towards the door raised his eyebrow.

Shall we?

Uh, I invited my friends too. I hope you don't mind?

Not at all Khushi. I would love to meet your girlfriends. Chicks love me.

He grinned at his joke making me laugh out loud. He has no idea about the company I keep. He thinks that Arnavji and Dhruv are my girls who will keep us company. Hey Devi Maiyya! Sid will laugh like a hyena after seeing those two. Hehe. I mused. 

As we stood observing the different people who entered the cinema's Sid lifted my palm and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. The sudden movement startled me. However, when a small brown teddy bear greeted my vision I could not help but giggle like a teenager.

This is for you Khushi.

Ye to bahut sunder hai Sid.

(This is beautiful Sid).

Just like you.

KHUSHI MAAM!

Before I could say something Dhruv's voice echoed in my ears making me whip my head towards the sidewalk.

Dhruv jogged at a slow pace to reach me. The happy-go-lucky kid brought a genuine smile to my face. And  Arnavji followed him, but the instant his eyes met mine a smile appeared on his face. He looks beautiful. However, all the traces of a smile vanished from his face when he glanced at the person beside me.

I enthusiastically turned towards Sid. He would laugh now. But he turned more rigid with every passing moment. Uh oh. Maybe he does not like the idea of Dhruv accompanying us. After all, he is a student of our language school. But the way Arnavji and Sid glared at each other it seemed that the adults had an issue.

Uh Sid these are my close friends. Dhruv and Arnavji. You must have seen Dhruv in our school. And Arnavji is Dhruv's Uncle.

The two males did not even say Hi to each other. They nodded stiffly giving out a cold formal greeting to one another. Too much testosterone in here. We should head inside. Warna yahin par hi Sooryavanshi shuru hojaegi. Gulping my nervousness I clutched Dhruv's hand in my own and began to walk ahead but not before saying something in a nonchalant attitude.

(Or else another Sooryavanshi will begin right here).

Chaliye movie bas shuru hi hone wali hai.

(We should move as the movie is about to begin).

Arnav POV

Dhruv knew the seating plan pretty well. He sat on one side of Khushi and I quickly sat on the other end. A furious Sid had no choice but to sit beside Dhruv. We had parked our car on the opposite road, so while walking to the PVR I saw how that Shukla kissed Khushi and gifted her that hideous teddy. There was a red rose in his jeans pocket too. But when he understood that he had company the man disposed of the flower in the nearby dustbin.

Khushi is too naive. I will not allow that fool Shukla to take advantage of Khushi's innocence. For him, this was a movie date. While Khushi treated this outing as two friends going out to watch a movie. He thought no one will notice his moves. But Dhruv and I were taking every measure to protect Khushi from his inappropriate advances.

I did not speak a word to the fella throughout the movie. During the interval as planned D forced Sid to buy popcorn and soft drinks for us. And he tagged along giving me the perfect opportunity to talk with Khushi.

So are you enjoying the movie?

Haan Sooryavanshi is good. Ek baat poochu?

(Shall I ask you something?)

Hmmm...

I turned sideways to observe her up close. Something was troubling her. The frown on her face made it pretty obvious.

Aapko Sid ache nai lagte na?

(Don't you like Sid?)

Nai. I hate him.

(No).

Par kyun?

(But why?)

Kyunki woh tumhe pasand krta hai. For him, this is a date Khushi. That kiss...this stupid soft toy and that rose which he disposed of a while ago, all indicate that he likes you more than a friend.

(Because he likes you Khushi).

She turned her head towards the screen making me all the more confused. I wondered if being blunt had put a dent in our friendship. But no matter what I am sure she will appreciate my honesty over Sid's manipulative ways. I cleared my throat in an attempt to draw Khushi's attention, making her shift sideways.

Aap Dhruv ke sath time spend karte hain achi baat hai. Par aap office jaana kab shuru karenge.

(It is good that you spend time with Dhruv. But you should get back to work soon).

The drastic change in the subject threw me off-guard. So she took notice of the fact that I am not going to work. What sort of relationship did we have that Khushi does not take too long to see right through me? How could the past me hate her so much? How come I did not ask for more? It is so strange that instead of falling for a person like Khushi I started hating her.

Woh...um...after the accident...

Arnavji uss accident ko apni kamzori mat banayi aap. I think you should use this second chance of getting to know your workplace a little better.

(Arnavji don't use the accident as an excuse to hide a weakness).

Agar main office jaana shuru kardun to kya tum wahan aaogi? Mujhse milne? Issi shart pe join krunga ARD.

(If I rejoin the office would you visit me? Think of it as a condition to join ARD).

Kya?!? Hum aur woh bhi aapke office? Kyun humein phirse satane ka irada hai kya? Dil nai bhara kya...

(What?!? You want me to drop by your office? Why you are feeling the need to bully me further? Are you not satisfied...)

Enclosing her palm between my hands I pleaded to her in a voice full of desperation. This is my only chance of undoing my wrongs. I have to do this. I have to man up. I mused. Her voice trailed off feeling the sudden warmth around her hand. Her eyes dropped towards our hands only to look up in a jiffy. Comprehending that at any moment Sid and Dhruv will be back any second now I verbalized my thoughts.

I promise you won't regret coming to AR Designs this time. Of course, everything will be different for both of us. There is no pressure. Please think about it.

The movie started again and I let go of her hand eventually. Dhruv and Sid returned as well. I winked at my 10-year-old nephew thanking him for giving me the much-needed time with Khushi Gupta.

Sid POV

Sitting behind the wheel I slammed my head against the headrest of the driver's seat as Arnav Singh Raizada left with Khushi and Dhruv with a suggestive wave in my direction. That idiot spoiled my date with Khushi on purpose. And if that was not enough he used that Dhruv to coax Khushi for dropping her home safely.

When earlier Khushi had told me about her friends joining us I did not worry much thinking that a few other teenaged girls might join us. But by friends, she meant ASR and his nephew. This movie date would have ended differently if they did not interrupt us at every possible minute. Khushi had loved the little teddy. I am sure she would have appreciated the rose too.

We had become such good friends over the past few weeks. After meeting her for the first time I knew that she could be my Ms Right. It took me this long to go out with her because I wanted to take it slow. But that Raizada played his move pretty well. A girl like Khushi has to have admirers left and right.

So what if I have a little competition. He cannot take away Khushi from me so easily. I will plan another date with her soon enough. He will remain a friend that's it. And why won't Khushi Gupta choose me? I meant I have heard the rumours. ASR is no longer a tough and cold businessman. The news of his accident was all over the tv. 

Khushi feels pity for his condition. Yup. That's about it. In the end, Khushi will make the right choice. A healthy fit financially sound man like me. Definitely. There is no doubt about it.

Lavanya POV

Instead of returning to London as planned, I chose to travel. My cousin suggested I visit her. So here I am enjoying a healthy breakfast at a cafe near the beach. The wind keeps pushing my hair on my face but the new surroundings have helped my heart to heal.

After meeting Khushi in Delhi I found the closure that I was desperately looking for. ASR is now a part of my past. A mistake that makes me human. Picking up my coffee I left the cafe to hail a taxi when someone banged into me. I gasped feeling the hot coffee over my blouse. Shit. That hurts. Pushing my hair away from my face I yelled at the man.

Cannot you watch where you are going? Look what you did...

I wiped the stains using a tissue that I had with me. But the rude man did not make any efforts to apologize. I looked up shout some more but his expression left me surprised.

Surprise. Shock. Disbelief. Amazement. Several emotions appeared on his face giving me whiplash in return. What the hell is wrong with him? Is he a psycho? A stalker? I looked around to call for help when the pain in his voice startled me.

Sana...Sana...How is this possible?

What? What did you just call me?

Sana...my wife Sana...you look like her...my Sana.

I gulped feeling the intensity of his gaze. His yawning pupils captured me into a whirlpool of emotions. I wanted to scream at his obnoxious behaviour. How could he just bang into me and act so weirdly? And did he just call me Sana? So I am a doppelganger of his wife? Really? Oh crap. How can I be so stupid? This is a new way of flirting. I rolled my eyes at his craptastic way of showing interest in me.

Look dude nice try. But I am not interested in dating anyone. So better luck next time...

Stepping away from him I began to walk looking for another cab. I admit entertaining this man will be fun but my cousin is waiting for me to return home. Shaking my head I lifted my hand to flag a taxi. But the four-wheeler passed by me in a jiffy as the flirtatious dude spun me around to face him. His touch ignited a fire inside my body. The unexpected proximity made me breathless. How did it become so hot around here?

What is your name?

His husky voice made me tremble. I was not planning to give him any of my time. But the hidden command in his tone made me respond involuntarily. As if I were a robot under his control. 

Its Lavanya. Lavanya Kashyap.

He let go of me. Like something jolted him back to reality. Slowly the man retreated as if I were a wounded animal he did not wish to frighten. I opened my mouth to say something but then quickly shut it not understanding the overpowering emotions that took over my senses. We now stood a couple of feet away from one another. But he kept staring at me without blinking as he was scared that I would disappear any second. And then rubbing the back of his neck the man abruptly turned and trudged in the opposite direction.

I quickly hailed the nearest cab and left the area. But my heart kept pounding in my chest. Goosebumps appeared over my arms. Flashes of my meeting with the strange dude kept disturbing my mind. Why was he staring at me like that? Calling me his wife's lookalike...was that a trick to ask me out or did he mean it? And when he touched my arms why did I feel warm all over? Ughhhh.

Khushi POV

Arnavji and Dhruv dropped me home a few hours ago. I spend the rest of my evening chatting with Buaji and making dinner with Jeeji. After a quick meal, we retreated to our rooms. Fortunately, Jeeji fell asleep rather quickly. But even after having a long tiring day I was wide awake. So many things were running in my mind.

Sid's unexpected advances. Arnavjis hatred watching Sid's antics. His warnings. Me demanding to know why is he not going to work. And his condition for joining work again.

I don't want a repeat of what happened in AR when I was under his contract. That was a dark time for me. Visiting AR again will only trigger those painful memories. And Arnav Singh Raizada suffers from Amnesia but the rest of his staff have photographic memories. He keeps apologizing to me. He has promised to undo his earlier mistakes.

 However, all of these promises are invalid. Why? The answer is simple. Because the moment ASR will unlock his past at the same time his hatred for me will return in full vigour.

How can I trust his words? When I am aware that his cold and shrewd side is simply absent for a while but has not faded away for that matter. One day he will remember it all. His games. His ego. His hatred. His poisonous words. One day in the future everything will return to normal. Knowing the reality of ASR how can I trust him?

The phone on my nightstand vibrated twice alerting me of a new text. Glancing at the sleeping figure of Jeeji I grabbed the device and opened the message only to smile reading the words of my favourite Raizada.

I had a good time watching the movie with you Khushi Maam.

Before I could type a response another Raizada texted me. The elder Raizada. Yes. The complicated one. I read his message and felt annoyed by his overprotective tone. I am not a teenager and he is not my father.

Don't go out with Sid again. He is not looking for friendship. His motives are different.

I won't even reply to his stupid text.

What does he think of himself? The bed shook a little as Jeeji tossed and turned. She seems to be restless in her sleep. I need to talk to her about Akaash. Maybe he is the one who is disturbing her sleep. Soon I will have a word with Jeeji. Texting a quick reply to Dhruv I placed the phone under my pillow.

You are adorable.

I have noticed that Dhruv loves to talk about his father. But the kid rarely speaks about his mother. It won't be appropriate to directly ask him. Maybe I can ask Anjaliji about it. Yeah. That would do.

My phone vibrated yet again. Expecting another message from Dhruv I opened my inbox only to be horrified by the error I had done. Hey, Devi Maiyya ye humse kya hogaya? Distracted by Jeeji's movements I accidentally texted Arnav Singh Raizada. His reply left me stunned.

Am I that adorable Khushi Gupta? I like this flirtatious side of yours. Mere bare mein aur kya acha lgta hai tumhe?

(What else have you noticed about me?)

 No. Not again. He cannot use me like that. What does he think of himself? Arnavji can throw crumbs of affection at me whenever he feels like playing games with me? I am not gonna let him manipulate my emotions again. This time around I am not a mere employee dependent on his beck n call. The old doormat Khushi would have had a sleepless night in anticipation of his next words. But this new independent and strong Khushi will not budge do easily Raizada.

Determined to stop his indirect flirty messages I instantly typed something that would leave him in wonder for the rest of the night. It was time to put a full stop to his advances.

I would like to meet you tomorrow.

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Precap - Khushi confronts Arnav. Her words trigger the unsurfaced memories of ASR.