OS - Jaana Na Dil Se Door

OS - Jaana Na Dil Se Door

As the sea waves touched our feet I could not help but grin. Months ago when I was all alone on this island trying everything to find the land, my mind had given up. Freedom looked like an expensive choice even for a ruthless businessman like me, back then. I don't recall much about how I ended up here. Nor do I remember more details about my life. All I know is that a terrible accident took me away from my former life. 

So when there was no sign of life around me, no hope, desperation turned me insane. 

Therefore, just like my mother, the idea of suicide tempted me a little too much. So one fine day, I drowned myself in the deep waters. For the first time feeling breathless made me happy. With glee, my mind almost gave up on my body when a hand grabbed my wrist. What the!?! Is someone trying to save me? There is another person besides me? Huh? With a lot of effort, soft hands pulled me out of the water. Feeling air around me again I spluttered and coughed maniacally.

That is when my salty eyes noticed something. A woman with a terrified expression kept rubbing my back shouting some nonsense about no self-preservation to Devi Maiyya. After a lot of patting on the back and waving before my eyes, she sat cross-legged beside me. Furious hazel eyes locked with mine. 

ARE YOU NUTS?!? You just tried to TAKE YOUR LIFE! Devi Maiyya ye insaan zarur pagal hai.

(Devi Maiyya this man is insane).

I grinned watching the hyper girl fawning over me while throwing accusations at me occasionally. It's strange, isn't it? After weeks of loneliness when I gave up on the idea of struggling another being showed up on this isolated island.

The joy on my face probably confused her, because her next words proved the same.

Hey Bhagwan! You. Are. A. Psycho. Who laughs after almost getting drowned?

(Oh Lord!)

I shook my head and pointed a finger at myself. Of course, from her perspective, I would appear to be a nutcase who was trying to end his life. Rolling her eyes at my idiotic behavior the woman stood up and turned back to walk away. Even the idea of her retreat made me restless. Standing up I composed myself and tried to match her footfalls with my own.

Hi. I am Arnav. What are doing here?

Khushi. Why does it matter to you? You go and attempt suicide again.

Her wet form shivered as the wind blew now and then. Guilt swallowed me watching her shaking frame. Khushi is in this state because she simply tried to save me. Grabbing her by the arm I took her deep inside the island. She kept arguing, asking me to let her go. Rather than giving her any response I headed towards the little place that was my shelter. Starting a fire using a few stones, I made the girl somewhat comfortable.

As the night approached I could not help but wonder about how this woman ended up here of all the places. Knowing that my curiosity could last only so long the doe-eyed girl shifted towards me and then started her story. My eyes touched my hairline listening to her story. 

She was all alone and lost. With no memories of her life. I could relate to her condition. Khushi had been here for three days. Yet she stayed hidden from my sight. She was trying to be cautious. But my suicide attempt had forced her to make a life-threatening decision. Thank god it was just me. What if it was someone else who had done this with the idea of manipulating her? This girl is naive.

You seem nice. Why were you trying to kill yourself, Arnav?

It is a long story. Do you want to hear it?

She nodded enthusiastically. And then I blurted out everything that had been bubbling inside me. The accident. Little memories. No life around me. My vulnerability and loneliness. The desperation to feel something other than this feeling. I was not expecting anything from her. Still, the girl hugged me. I could not help but clutch her form as tears cascaded down my eyes. 

The pain, the hurt, all that I had gone through in the last few weeks disappeared in the comforting arms of Khushi.

Some days passed and we became good friends. I was able to cope with my surroundings. The idea of never being found did not bother me much. Khushi's presence soothed me. Her silly jokes and antics always made me laugh like a hyena. We hunted raw fish, wild fruits, and a few edible plants nearby. Leading a simple life with Khushi had turned me into a gentle being.

And then one day I could not find her. I looked everywhere around the island. She was nowhere to be found. Her disappearance had crushed me. Feeling exhausted, hurt, and lonely once again, I dragged my body to the shelter when I noticed something. Small feet peeking from behind the shelter. Forgetting my tiredness I rushed to the figure that lay unconscious on the ground. Her chest moved signifying that she was alive. I sighed in relief and rubbed her feet and hands in an attempt to wake her up. 

Finally, Khushi's eyes fluttered open. Oh god. I can breathe normally now. The feeling that surrounded me left me aching for something. The realization of what had happened today floored me. Her absence could be my demise. Clutching her body to myself I rubbed my thumb across her cheek.

Don't ever go away, Khushi. Ever. Promise?

Promise Arnav.

I did not know if she understood the gravity of my words or not. But the next moment when Khushi placed a kiss on my palm she affirmed my belief. I grinned at her, watching a red hue replace the paleness on her face. For the first time in my life, I had found something that I never voluntarily looked for. Somehow Khushi had become an important part of my life.

The next day as the sun greeted us Khushi wished to lay near the shore. So that's what we did. And as the water kept tickling our feet, my mind accepted that now I had something to fear for. Something that made me vulnerable. But still pumped me up with strength and comfort. I desired what I never even imagined to possess. The heart of a woman. 

Kya aap humse pyar krtein hain?

(Do you love me?)

Karta hoon.

(I do).

Aap darr gaye the na?

(You were terrified. Right?)

Haan darr gaya tha.

(Yes, I was).

Pushing me away from herself she stood up and eyed me with a challenge in her shining orbs. I could not help but smirk in response. It will be a roller coaster ride with a woman like Khushi. She wanted to be hunted. As she retreated I did not feel frightened like the last time. Rather I chased her fleeting form allowing her to run away for a while till my heart could not take it. And then I hunted my beautiful prey. Wrapping my arms around her squirming body, I placed small kisses all over her heart-shaped face. Her giggles made me puff out like a peacock. I make her happy. The idea boosted my ego.

However, time is never static. It changes like the wind. Our good time ended rather quickly. Jinxed by some kind of a negative aura. Suddenly heavy waves crashed into the both of us. A tsunami tried to swallow us. Lost in the water I tried to maintain my hold over Khushi but the strong waves pushed me away from my girl. 

As my hand loosened her wrist, I found myself going deeper into the water with no signs of Khushi around me. My eyes closed on their own accord. Giving up to the gods will. And then when all the oxygen left my body a loud voice reverberated in the confines of my mind.

Chotte...

Chotte...

I know this voice. I recognize this voice. The familiarity of the tone made me gasp. It is my sister..its Di. What's going on? A huge blinding light replaced the water around me. I blinked furiously trying to make sense of the world around me. 

Wake up...

You can do it...

My eyes fluttered once more and a blurry world greeted me. A beeping sound echoed somewhere nearby. I could make out the outline of a few figures around me. Where is Khushi? What is happening to me? And Di? How is she here? Agitated by my new circumstances I wriggled my body only to feel excruciating pain on my left shoulder.

Chottee... don't move. Your shoulder is still very sensitive.

Mr. Raizada. Can you hear me? Look at me. Arnav?

I blinked again to feel the haze around me disappear. I was not on the island. Rather I was on a bed that looked like a makeshift hospital room. Machines beeped around me. A man clad in a white coat enquired about me again and again. Then I saw my weeping sister standing on the other side of my room. That's when I recognized my surroundings. I am in my bedroom. At Shantivan. Slowly, the lost memories began playing on the main screen of my now-activated mind. 

I was traveling to Lucknow for that Sheesh Mahal hotel deal. The helicopter ride was safe and sound. We were about to land on the rooftop of my AR Lucknow branch when at the exact moment the pilot suffered a heart attack. Everything made sense now. I fell, and my arm lost all sensation as my body landed on something hard. And that is when my mind disappeared into a dark abyss only to find myself on an unknown island. But how did I end up at that weird place?

My sister had hugged me for long. Slowly the rest of the family members had dropped in to see me. Nani, Mami, Akaash, Mama, and even HP. Their smiles made me sigh. Mami told me everything about the last three months. After my accident, Akaash had immediately taken me to the nearest hospital in Lucknow. I never woke up though. The doctors informed my brother about my state of coma. 

He had no option but to take me away to Delhi in an Air ambulance. The family had lost hope but finally last week I showed signs of waking up. And this morning my mind and body were ready to wake up. Nani thanked Devi Maiyya for giving me a second chance at life. When she mentioned Devi Maiyya my mind recalled something that I had forgotten about after the sudden shock of meeting my family.

Khushi! Di where is Khushi? Khushi? She was also with me on the island. Where is she?

Everyone exchanged a strange look amongst themselves. The doctor who had allowed my family to greet me pushed everyone out and did a detailed check-up of mine. Once he was sure that I was feeling better, the doctor asked me more about my time on the island. Feeling a little lost I explained every minute detail about the island and how I met Khushi. 

Look Mr. Raizada this will be a little difficult for you to grasp. But please understand what I am about to say.

What do you mean?

Mr. Raizada you were never on any island. That was only a manifestation of your mind. A way to cope with your comatose state. And this is not something new. Many patients of mine have claimed to have visited strange places...or have met...

Shut up.

How can he say such a thing? Liar. Manipulator. Khushi is real. She was with me all the time. She had saved me from drowning. When I tried to kill myself. When I had lost all hope. That chirpy girl is very real. She loves me. She cares for me. She is real. What utter nonsense?! I know she is real.

Ok, Arnav. Tell me more about Khushi. Her family. What else did she tell you? How come she ended up on the same island? Where does she live?

Her name is Khushi. She is a kind and loving girl. She did not remember much about her family. She ended up on the island like me because....because...

Words were lost to me after that. I stared back at the doctor who slowly nodded his head as if trying to make a naive 2-year-old understand something huge. The reality frightened me. Khushi is not a figment of my imagination. She is real. We were separated by the sudden tsunami. And then I...I...woke up? No. No. This is not how it happened. Khushi. My Khushi. She is not real? Not real.

A tear rolled down my eye as the doctor patted my other shoulder, leaving me all alone to come to terms with the harsh reality called life. Drained by my heartbreak and vulnerability, I found myself wondering whether waking up from the state of coma was better than living my simple life with Khushi. I missed our small world away from the reality. Humari choti si duniya. That's what she had said.

Six months later I completely recovered from the accident. My injuries were healed. My mind was in a better state. The counseling sessions had been the most challenging part though. Dealing with Khushi's absence was not a piece of cake. Her loss was not easy to bear. I wanted to scream at my therapist for calling her my imaginary friend. It still hurts like hell. However, I am trying my best to heal and move on. Khushi would have wanted that. I mean...the imaginary Khushi.

I started working two days ago. My family physician suggested that a change of scenario would be good for me. So now my days consist of sleep, work, meals, and spending some quality time with the family. I knew my life would never be the same again. But I tried to lead a normal routine for my dear ones.

And then one fine day Nani planned an unexpected trip to Lucknow. Her friend had suggested a marriage proposal for Akaash. The girl was a well-educated entrepreneur who wished to focus on her small business even after marriage. I had seen her photo on Nani's phone. One look and I knew that Payal Gupta would be perfect for my brother, who resembled a tomato right now.

Initially, Di had expressed her desire for searching a proposal for me. But after seeing my devastated expressions she never brought up the subject again. Everybody knew about Khushi. I always tried to ignore the pitiful glances directed at me. How can I love another after falling for Khushi? They had understood my predicament.

A week later we were attending the grand celebrations of my brother's roka. The entire Lucknow was present at the unique desi-styled event. Their exotic culture and warmth had left me impressed. That's another thing that changed inside me after meeting Khushi. My anger and ego both had mellowed down. I now appreciate even the smallest acts of kindness. Out of nowhere, a voice pulled me out of my stupor.

Hi Jethji. It is nice to meet the role model of my would-be husband.

(Hi Brother-in-law).

Hi Payal. And believe me, after listening about the struggles you faced, at the initial stages of your sweets business, I can proudly say that my sister-in-law is meant to be a Raizada.

She blushed at the compliment. It was the truth. Amidst the gossipers of this town, who tried everything to bring the strugglers down Payal had climbed the ladder of success effortlessly. She deserves the appreciation. Rubbing her henna-clad hand on the back of her head she gestured me to rest on the huge recliners placed at the corner of the giant tent. I was about to sit on the sofa when a familiar voice stilled my movements. 

Arey ye sharbat sab ko jaldi jaldi serve kijiye. Kaise kaam krhe hain aaplog?

(Serve these drinks quickly. How are you working these days?)

I turned around breathlessly to find the owner of that voice. My eyes looked in every direction. Nothing. There was only a group of teenagers laughing out loud. A few more guests greeted my vision but none of them were her. I shook my head in disbelief. What the?! What am I thinking? I need to rest. The doctor had stated clearly, that Khushi is only a manifestation of my mind. Breath Raizada. Khushi cannot be here. You are hearing things now. As I tried to calm my agitated self the voice interrupted me again. Slowly I turned around to see the back of a woman dressed in an orange salwar suit. Her hair was tied in a messy knot. She was arguing with one of the waiters.

Arey udhar nahi, jalebi ki plates andar lekar jaiye.

(Not over there, take these jalebis inside).

Closing the little distance between us I tried to open my mouth. But nothing came out. A thousand questions echoed in my mind. A minute later, out of nowhere, I found the courage to whisper her name.

Khushi...?

She did not turn around immediately. My voice had jolted her. What the hell am I doing? What if it is not Khushi? But what if it is Khushi? My heart and mind were battling with each other. Slowly as if she understood my dilemma the woman swirled around to face me. The hazel eyes were brimmed with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. Surprise flashed across her features. 

For a few seconds, everything slowed down. The laughter of the teenagers. The music comes from the speakers. The sounds of utensils. The shouting waiters. With every passing second Khushi moved an inch closer. My eyes were glued to the woman who had once committed to me without any conditions. And then she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her embrace shook me. As if destiny had decided to put me back in heaven after mistakenly pushing me to hell. 

Arnav? Arnav?!? You are real. You are real. You. Are. Here. Arnav! 

This time it was her who peppered me with small kisses all over my face. I could not help but grin like a fool. How? What? When? The questions kept piling up. But my mind lost to my thudding heart and I folded the woman of my dreams in my arms. Knowing that my life was now complete I kept holding her petite form.

If this is heaven then...

I don't know how this happened Arnav. I woke up from a coma some months back. The doctors told me that you are not real.

What? What do you mean? You were also in a coma?

I let go of Khushi but did not leave her hand which was entwined with mine. We stared at one another in wonder. Both of us were in a coma during our time on the island. It was mind-boggling to know that we were communicating with one another through a strange telepathic connection. Khushi and I had somehow surpassed the normal channels of communication. 

This is so peculiar Arnav. 

Yet so confounding Khushi. I am the groom's cousin by the way. It is nice meeting you in person.

She let go of me with a look of mischief in her twinkling eyes. I knew that look well. Taking a step back she folded her arms across her chest with a cheeky smile on her face, which was glowing like the bright sun. I could not help but smirk in response. Raising my brow I tried to understand her next move.

And I am Khushi Gupta. The sister of the would-be bride. 

Phir toh aapko humara khaas khayal rkhna hoga. Ladke wale kahin naraaz na hojaein?

(In that case, I would expect you to take care of me. After all, I am from the groom's side, and you don't wish to disappoint me right?)

I declared making my voice sound husky. Khushi always loved it when I did that. And as expected my flirtatious tone left her flabbergasted. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Blood pooled around her cheeks making her look more beautiful if possible. 

Arey Jethji, you already met my sister. Thats good. Khushi, he is the most respected member of the Raizada family. His name is Arnav Singh Raizada.

...Singh Raizada?

My name fascinated her. We never shared our full names. I could not help but pass her a playful smirk. Let's see how you are gonna respond to this, Ms. Gupta. Folding my arms across my chest I opened my mouth and used a nonchalant tone.

Sounds nice na Khushi? Jiske aage bhi ye naam lagta hai woh humari family se hameshe ke liye jud jata hai. Jaise Kumari Gupta ban jayega Singh Raizada.

(Whoever takes this name becomes a permanent part of our family. For example, in your case, Kumari Gupta would become Singh Raizada).

KYA??

(WHAT??)

I mean Payal Kumari Gupta will become Singh Raizada. Tum theek ho?

(You alright?)

I was enjoying teasing Khushi Gupta after so long. My girl blushed embarrassed by her own words. I could not help but grin in response. Not knowing what to say next she left Payal and me to give the waiters around us some more instructions. My eyes never left her form. 

Don't mind her Jethji. She just woke up from a coma some months ago. Oddly, you both went through similar circumstances. 

I nodded acknowledging Payal's words. You have no idea how similar our situation has been, Payal. I mused. She left my presence a while later. By now Khushi was done with her talks and sat on one of the recliners sporting a timid smile on her face. I knew what she must be feeling. We are in the same boat after all. Sauntering towards Khushi I joined her on the sofa.

This is not a coincidence Khushi. Our connection is very strong.

Haan Arnav. We met each other in our minds before meeting physically. And I am elated to know that you are very much real.

Main bhi. 

(Me too).

Holding her hand in between mine I arrested her eyes with my own. She drove me crazy with her innocent love love-filled stare. That's all I desired. For the rest of my life. I knew it was time to make another promise to Khushi Gupta. Caressing the back of her hand with my thumb I kissed her digits. She immediately pulled her hand back.

Sab dekh rahe hain.

(Everybody is watching us?)

Aur jo thodi der pehle tumne mere face pe ek crore kisses de daale uska kya?

(And what about the bazillion kisses you peppered all over my face out of sheer adoration huh?)

I teased her with a knowing look. Her audible gasp made me smile like a loon. Prepared to have a long banter with the love of my life I was about to stand up when another voice called out for me. Khushi immediately straightened after that.

Chotte? Who are talking to? And did she give you so many kisses?

Her shock-laced tone made me grin. Pulling up Khushi along with me I stood up and faced my sister who watched me with a look of wonder and excitement. I sensed my girl squirming, but rather than allowing her to get away I pulled her a little more towards me and then stage whispered to Di.

Haan Di. Ye Chumban chor hai. Meri izzat pe hamla kiya hai. She should be punished for such naughtiness. Right?

(Yes Di. She is a thief. My virtue is in danger).

Di was astounded by my flirting but continued to nod in agreement. I knew Khushi would kill me for this so I jumped straight to the beeline and blurted out what was running in my mind. Two gasps reached my ears after that.

So it is decided then, this girl will save my honor by marrying me. 

Khushi ran away from my clutches looking no less than a fresh apple. While Di grinned as comprehension dawned upon her. Blessing me with her hand on my head Di rushed outside. I am sure by now my entire family would be standing with a gaping mouth. I shook my head at my actions.

Ye tumne kya kardiya mera sath Khushi?

(What have you done to me, Khushi?)

Smirking at my thoughts I rushed in the direction where Khushi had run away. A few seconds later I found her leaning against a tree, a shy smile plastered across her face. Not liking the distance between us I advanced towards my girl only to fold her in my arms. Khushi did not take too long to embrace me. Who would have thought that one day an arrogant, stubborn, and shrewd man like me would fall in love with an innocent, simple, cheerful, and sweet girl like Khushi? But life is unpredictable. You never know what's in store for you.

Ek baat toh kehna bhool hi gaya Khushi?

(I forgot to mention something, Khushi?)

Kya?

(What?)

I love you.

Hum bhi.

(Me too).

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I had a weird dream one night. That's how the idea of this OS struck my mind. Hope you enjoyed it. Would love to hear your feedback on this loveable tale of our favorite Jodi Arshi.

EPILOGUE:

Last Part:

Arnav POV

We reached Shantivan in no time. It felt nice to meet my family again. Everyone could see the guilt of not remembering my own family flashing on my face. But Di and Dhruv made the awkwardness disappear in seconds. All this while I never left Khushi's hand. She had been silent throughout our journey. That little incident near the gazebo triggered my memories. The wound on my wife's head was enough to make my amnesia disappear. Once my family noticed the white tape on Khushi's temple they turned into a mother-hen. I had no choice but to leave her hand. They smothered her. With a chuckle I allowed them to shower their concern on Khushi.

I tried to catch her eyes but Mrs. Raizada seemed lost. I thought she would be happy to see me like my old self. Strange. Her state of mind disturbed me. I need to get her away from the family. There is so much that I need to tell her. At the time of my accident, I so wanted to hear her voice. And now that I have my memories my patience is running out. Before I could verbalize my thoughts Di announced that we will celebrate my recovery in style. A bonfire in the backyard.  Knowing that I would not be seeing Khushi for the next few hours I headed to our room to refresh myself.

Alright, Khushi maybe all this is overwhelming you. I can relate. We will talk for sure. I will grant you this little time to gather your thoughts. Wait? Where the hell is Aman Mathur? Lgta hai holiday mana rha hai. Well, he needs to know that it's time to focus on work. Because I am back. Yeah. The cold ruthless businessman ASR is here to work and reach the heights of success. Without a second thought, I dialed Aman's number.

(Seems like he is on a holiday).

"Aman Mathur, I need the update on my current projects asap. And what about that new deal? Has Khanna signed it?"

"Uh...uh...what?...ASR?...you? But you shoo-ed me..away at work..."

"GROW UP AMAN! I don't have time for your silly games. WHY ARE YOU STAMMERING IDIOT? I NEED ANSWERS. CALL ME AGAIN AT 10. OR PLACE YOUR RESIGNATION ON MY DESK."

I hung up immediately. Damn it. He seriously needs to set his priorities straight. What the hell?! Did he say that I shoo-ed him away? What have I been doing all this while? Why cannot I recall what happened after the accident? I mean I know that I could recognize the family. Why do I feel that certain chunks of my memory are lost? Whatever. I am not gonna bother myself with all this crap. I need to focus on my work. This is too much to handle. Pushing open my laptop I comfortably sat on the recliner. Time to check the accounts.

Khushi POV

After returning to Shantivan Di proposed the idea of celebrating Arnavji's recovery in style. The idea of a bonfire sounded nice but right now my mind was elsewhere. I could not help but miss the obsessive side of Arnavji. Kaash ki ek baar hum unhein bye kehdete. Kyun Devi Maiyya? Kyun woh humein itna yaad aarha hain? I should be happy that my husband is back to his old self. Then why do I feel so... heartbroken??

(I wish I could have hugged him goodbye, once. Why DM? Why am I missing him so much?)

No, I should not do this. I promised my obsessed Arnavji that I won't miss him. He is gone now. He won't come back. I should hold my end of the deal. I will not be sad. I will try to be cheerful and happy. Wiping my tears I joined my sister-in-law. Picking up the necessary stuff for tonight's bonfire I advanced toward the backyard of Shantivan.

Around 7 pm all of us were present in the backyard wrapped in our sweaters and beanies. The chilly winds in Delhi were driving them crazy. But the bonfire and the cozy surroundings made it better. We sat on plastic chairs encircling the fire. I could feel the heated gaze of Arnav Singh Raizada since the time we arrived in Shantivan. However, I did my best to avoid him. I know that he knows that I am acting weird. He deserves an explanation. He needs answers. But what am I supposed to say to Arnavji? Sorry, I am just missing your obsessive side who was madly in love with me. I mean he does not even remember those moments of ours. Sighing in displeasure I tried to participate in the small talk happening around me. 

Sometime later Dhruv and Nanheji started to play music on their Bluetooth speaker. Di coaxed Arnavji and me to dance. Then she dragged her husband to join as well. Swaying to the music, being so close to Arnav Singh Raizada, I had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze. A wild range of emotions greeted my vision. Love. Confusion. Curiosity. Anger. I understood each of them. He loved me. My fake smile confused him. He was curious to know more about the reason behind my vague emotions. And most of all anger. The distance between us was driving him insane. Before I could say something he interrupted me.

"Khushi, you look so lost! Baat kya hai haan? The last time we spoke was before my accident. Did you not miss me at all?"

(What's the matter?)

"I...I just. I missed you. I did. Par aap..."

(But you...)

"Main kya haan? This distant behavior is not helping! You cannot just..."

(Me what?)

He stopped midway. The music was still blaring from the speakers. Everyone was busy dancing. But Arnavji halted our movements. My eyes widened in disbelief when he clutched his head. I could sense that the pain was excruciating. His scream alerted the family. The music stopped and Rahul Jeeju held my husband firmly. The doctor in him took over and within seconds he asked Nanheji and Dhruv to take Arnavji inside. 

An hour later everyone left our bedroom. Jeeju instructed everyone to let my husband rest. Only I was allowed to stay next to him. Arnavji lay on the bed and I sat next to him holding his hands in mine. He was still not conscious. Wake up, Khushi. Stop missing the obsessive side of Arnavji. Be thankful to Devi Maiyya that your husband is fit and fine. Giving myself a pep-talk I caressed his head. My touch made him twitch. Slowly. Painstaking slowly his eyes fluttered open. Deep pools of charcoal greeted me. I smiled softly cupping his cheek.

"Aap theek hain?"

(Are you alright?)

But then something changed altogether. I was expecting an angry ASR who would not speak to me in response to my weird behavior. However, I felt a firm hand gripping my waist. A sudden pull and I found myself plastered against my husband. The flaming touch left me flabbergasted. Our noses touched each other. I could feel his breath on my lips And then his next words made me gasp.

"I missed you, Khushi. Par ab main tumse door nahi jaunga!"

(But now I won't let you go ever!)

Arnav POV

"I missed you, Khushi. Par ab main tumse door nahi jaunga!"

That was the first thing I uttered about my obsession. The last thing I remembered was being cornered by a group of men who were trying to manhandle my girl. Damn it. And then everything became blank. Waking up to her touch, I felt more alive. Feeling her around me made me lose control. I had imagined that after my memories are sorted that I would turn into a figment of imagination. That's what Dr. Rahul had explained to Khushi. According to him, this obsessive side of mine is only temporary. So astonished by the turn of events I pulled Khushi close to me. A gasp escaped her lips when she realized that my possessive side returned.

"You...you are back. Humein lga humne aapko kho dia hai."

(I thought I have lost you forever).

Her trembling hands found solace on my chest. I smirked at our proximity. My presence here, after all the amnesia fiasco, proves one thing. No matter what the circumstances are nothing can separate me from Khushi Raizada. It seems I am another entity within Arnav Singh Raizada. And the businessman is unaware of my existence. Fantastic. Now I will do everything to be with Khushi. ASR will be allowed to come out and play at times. But he will have to respect my privacy with Khushi.

"Yes, I am back love. Lagta hai meri obsessive side tumse zyada der tak dur nahi reh skti..."

(It seems that my obsessive side missed you a little too much...)

My words trailed as my girl captured my lips with hers. I smiled into the kiss. Seems like Khushi missed me too. Poor girl must have thought that I am gone to never return to her life. Wrapping her in a cocoon of my arms I switched off the lamp in our room. The darkness swirled around us making Khushi tighten her hold on me. I knew she would have questions for me. My sudden appearance must have left her shell-shocked. However, right now all that matters is that we are together. Everything else will fall in place.

I love you Arnavji!

I love you, Khushi!

The moonlight played peek-a-boo through the drapes of the poolside doors. The night sky shimmered with the stars. My eyes fluttered closed feeling warm and happy. Soon I dozed off remembering a few lines of Ibn-e-Insha.

Kal chaudvi ki raat thi

Shab bhar rha charcha tera

Kuch ne kaha ye chand hai

Kuch ne kaha chehra tera

Iss shahar mein kis se milein

Hum se toh chutti mehfilein

Har shakhs tera naam le

Har shakhs deewana tera

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The End!

TZBTPK - 5

Part 5

Arnav POV

The hotel room was lit up with scented candles and rose petals were scattered on the huge king-sized bed. While Khushi slept peacefully on the chaise I ensured that my plans were set in motion. Tonight is supposed to be the best night for my wife. I have been wanting to touch her for some time now. However, my accident and the hovering Raizada family made it difficult for us. Thankfully I planned this perfect setting for us. Now I can spend some romantic moments with my woman without any interruption.

I admired my girl leaning against the back of the door. I am so lucky to have a beauty like her in my life. Her enchanting voice, her beautiful eyes, and not forget the care and concern especially reserved for me. My breath hitched as she wriggled waking up from her sleep. Like a moth to a flame, I found myself prowling toward Khushi. 

"Do you like my surprise?"

Startled by my sudden presence my beautiful wife snapped her head in my direction. She looked like an angel. Pure. Innocent. Her dove-like eyes took in the atmosphere of the room. She must have understood my desperation because the very next second she stood up and rushed into my arms. I sighed as her soft body wrapped around me. Inhaling her jasmine scent I buried my face in her long thick mane. The feeling felt serene. Wanting the moment to last I slowly pulled out my phone from my pocket and played a romantic track on it. As the soft music reverberated around the room, I started swaying us to the beats. An audible gasp escaped her lips.

"This song...?"

"What do you mean?"

"It is our song. Teri Meri. Hum Dono ki kahani hai ye gaana."

(This song is our story).

I heard the lyrics and carefully rubbed my hands around her back in a soothing gesture. The song was about love. Distance. Pain. Memories. Does this mean that our story had lots of ups and downs? Did we go through a lot of pain to unite with each other? Everything felt so muddled up in my mind. But amid all the chaos I had an anchor. I had my gravity. Khushi Singh Raizada. Tightening my hold over her midriff I slowly began to kiss the point on her neck that met her shoulder. She stiffed for a second in my arms. However, soon I felt her moving her head to the side making me access her neck.

"I don't understand anything. Since I woke up I feel angry and vulnerable. Amnesia feels like a curse. But you make everything so easy. Thank god you are here. Thanks for bearing with me. Thank you for loving me so much."

Slowly, my girl moved back to face me. Her eyes widened in disbelief at my sudden confession. Seems like the old me did not communicate with Khushi much. Her reaction makes it so obvious. God. This is unexpected. ASR might be a ruthless perfectionist businessman but he was a failure in his personal life. Damn it. He will be back one day. One fine day when this temporary memory loss will be cured. And that day I will disappear from Khushi's life. Just the thought of leaving this woman has made me breathless. Her voice pulled me out of my stupor.

"Aisa kyun lgrha hai ki aap humse bye kehre hain?"

(Why does this feel like a goodbye?)

"Because I am. Main goodbye hi to keh rha hoon, Khushi. You know meri yaadasht kabhi bhi waapas aajaegi. And then your old Arnavji will be back. This dark and obsessive side of mine will be gone by then."

(Yes I am saying bye Khushi. You know once my memories return, the old Arnav will too).

Tears cascaded down her eyes as I stated the hard facts. How strange is human nature? When you have something you ignore it. But when you know that the same thing will disappear soon you feel disappointed. Khushi had been terrified of my obsessiveness. Now that she knows that I can disappear soon. The idea of it terrifies it.

"Matlab aap chale jaayenge?"

(Means you will be gone?)

"Haan Khushi. It has been more than two weeks. Jeeju matlab Dr. Rahul ne kaha tha na ki teen hafte mein mera amnesia theek hojaega."

(Yes Khushi. Dr. Rahul clearly stated that in three weeks I will recover).

Unable to take the truth Khushi broke down in my arms. I fell on my knees with her. The reality is always harsh. There is not much time left. I can feel it. My instinct keeps warning me. I know all this peace is just a warm-up before the actual storm destroys everything. But I should be happy that I got to spend such a good time with Khushi. I should cherish these moments. Instead of being sad, I will enjoy the little time we have. I immediately verbalized my thoughts to my girl.

"Shush. Stop crying, woman. Khushi jo time saath mein kyun na usse dil bhar ke jeeyein. Bhool jao sab. Bas in palo ki khushi mehsoos kro. Okay, baby?"

(Khushi rather than feeling sad we should spend this time with each other. Forget everything. Just feel the happiness of the present).

"Haan...haan. Aap sahi keh rhe hain."

(Yes...yes. You are right?)

Wiping her tears she cupped my cheeks in her warm hands. The song changed to a more sensuous one making it difficult for me to control my desires. But this time Khushi surprised me. My wife placed her lips on mine. She nibbled on my lower lip like a true seductress. The feeling of being kissed by my one true love was enough to drive me crazy. I kissed her back and then the night grew more passionate for us.

The candles melted. The fragrance of roses continued to tease our nostrils. Resting on the bed with my Khushi who was wrapped in only a silk bed sheet I caressed her beautiful hair. She was playing with the fingers of my other hand that was placed on my tummy. 

Khushi POV

For the first time in my life, I realized what it feels like to fall in love again. Yes. It is really surprising, right? To fall in love with your husband yet again after he has lost his memories. Sounds insane. But love does not acknowledge insanity. Devi Maiyya ne Arnavji aur mujhe ek aur chance dia. Yaadasht jaane ke baad bhi Arnav Singh Raizada humaare deewane ban gaye. My life seems so beautiful. 

(DM has granted Arnavji and me another chance. Even after Amnesia Arnav Singh Raizada developed a craziness for me).

I fell in love with Arnavji. I liked bantering with the egoistic ASR. However, post amnesia, this passionate obsessive side of Arnav Singh Raizada, makes my heart race like a raging train. I smiled sensing his fingers around my waist. Engulfed in his arms I feel like a woman who has found her other half. This man completes me. Will these days last forever? One day my husband will regain his memories. And then his passionate side will vanish in thin air. Ye wale Arnavji humein bahut yaad aayenge. I clutched his arms in a tight grip feeling the tentacles of fear gripping my insides. My husband's sudden question made me aware of my surroundings.

"Kya soch rhi ho?"

(What are you thinking?)

"Hum aapse bahut pyar krne lge hain. Agar aap chale gaye toh..."

(I love you so much. If I lose you then...)

"Khushi let's not go there. Don't overthink. This is life. You lose. You win. Agar main chala bhi gaya to ek khoobsurat yaad ban krke tumhare dil mein zinda rahunga. Alright?"

(Even if I am gone cherish our beautiful moments within your heart).

Nodding in agreement I lifted my head, only to kiss his inviting lips. Smiling at the sudden gesture he kissed me back. We both were trying to convey our love and passion for one another. Time stood still as we continued to shower our love on each other.

The night turned into a beautiful day. Sunlight peaked through the hotel window drapes making me blind for a second. It took me a few seconds to comprehend my whereabouts. I must have dozed off at some point in the middle of the night. A firm grip on my midriff made me look down. I gasped feeling my husband's warmth. The flashes of last night made me blush. Arnavji slept like a baby with a happy smile on his face. He looks so cute. Unable to stop myself I caressed his hair lovingly. He stirred in his sleep. Leaning towards my hubby I whispered a quick good morning.

"Good morning Khushi."

"I am famished. Can we order breakfast?"

Pecking me a few times he agreed and called up for room service. Taking turns we freshened up and then enjoyed a big breakfast. Feeding one another. Grinning at our stupid talks. All and all it was a romantic start to a beautiful day. We walked around the poolside garden holding hands. Many onlookers passed us a smile. According to Arnavji people probably assumed that we are on our honeymoon. I turned scarlet listening to his words.

Time passed. And then late in the evening, Arnavji wanted me to take me out. He did not disclose a single thing claiming it to be a surprise. I pouted. But the man did not budge. 

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We arrived at our destination after a drive of 45 minutes. And all my anger vanished in thin air after scrutinizing the sight in front of me. I felt my husband's chest on my back as his arms wrapped around my stomach. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open surprised by the unexpected view. Fairylights surrounded a gazebo. Soft music was being played in the background. Inside the gazebo, there were two chairs and a table. I could see a plate of hot piping Jalebis at the center.

Smiling at my favorite meal I was about to step towards the gazebo when a riot from behind jolted me. I turned around horrified. Everything happened in slow motion. One second we were alone and the next, some 10 people surrounded us. I could make out a few words in between the loud noises. ASR. Rival. A final attempt to kill you. You should have died in the accident. Horrified my eyes flew to meet Arnavji's who was equally shocked by the confession. 

My husband tried to fight them but he was outnumbered. Somewhere between the push and the pull I lost my balance only to be face-planted. For a while, my head hurt like hell. But as soon as the spinning stopped I found Arnavji thrashing the men as a man possessed. I gulped feeling restless. Deja vu. This has happened before. That one time years ago in Nanital. 

I rushed to his side to do some damage control. He might kill the man who pushed me. I pleaded. I swore. I shouted. But my husband was not in his senses. It was only when I held his shoulder and whispered about my fear, he stopped with the violence. 

"Humein darr lgrha hai. "

(I am frightened).

Four words were enough to bring him back to his senses. Some people came around to help us at the exact time. So I was distracted for a while. They tried to intervene but the police arrived. It took almost an hour. And only after complaining about them did my husband allow the police to leave. The police force was intimidated by Arnavji's stance. That was the first clue that I ignored. Finally, when we were alone Arnavji took me back to the car. He studied my wound and did a little first aid. That was the second clue. 

Finally, when my eyes met him I saw the change in those molten brown orbs. It was then that realization dawned upon me. I gasped. He stared back in confusion. However, a moment later he understood and simply nodded confirming my suspicions. Devi maiyya!?! You answered my prayers. Arnav Singh Raizada is back. The ASR. That cold, possessive and calculative look. Oh my goodness.

"Aap ko sab kuch...."

(You remember...)

"Yaad aagaya. I remember everything, Khushi!"

(Yes I do).

Stunned by his response I sat very still in the car. Nothing could be heard apart from our shallow breaths. The silence was deafening. I kept staring at the sun. The bright rays were now replaced by the dull orange light. Twilight was approaching. The day would soon turn into a night.

....I remember everything, Khushi!

....I remember everything, Khushi!

 His words echoed in my mind. He is gone. The passionate and obsessive Arnav Singh Raizada will no longer be a part of my life. On one side I was happy for my husband. On the other side, I missed being around my obsessive lover. Wiping away a fallen tear I could not help but hug my husband. It's goodbye then. It's time to get back to my old life. So will I never see my dark, obsessive ASR ever again? His next phrase made me gulp audibly.

"Tum theek ho?"

(Are you okay?)

Am I? I asked myself. 

TBZTPK - 4

Part 4

Khushi POV

During the havan, all my family members were praying for Arnavji's well-being. I too folded my hands and pleaded with my Devi Maiyya. I have lost my old Arnavji. Although this new version of his has been charming but still I miss my husband. Please please Devi maiyya humare pati ko theek kardijiye. Hum bas unke saath khush rehna chahte hain. My concentration broke all of a sudden, as I felt something on my face. My eyes fluttered open only to be greeted by Arnavji who was showering me with petals of pooja flowers. My jaw dropped at the gesture. I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed us. However, all the eyes around us were shut. Feeling apprehensive due to his attention I whisper-shouted.

(Please DM make my husband better. I want to live happily with him).

"Ye aap kya krhe hain?!? Havan chal raha hain Arnavji. Sab pooja krhe hain aur aap..."

(What are you doing?!? We are in the middle of the havan Arnavji. Everyone is busy praying and you...)

"Haan toh? Maine kab roka hai. Kro apna havan. Tum apni pooja kro mujhe meri krne do."

(Yeah so? When did I stop anyone? Do this havan of yours. You pray to your lord and let me do the same). 

Saying so my obsessive husband leaned forward to kiss me. But I yelped not wanting to be caught by the priest and our family. However, my voice alerted everyone. Everyone stared in my direction confused by the intrusion. While the Devil Singh Raizada joined them and innocently asked me.

"Is everything alright Khushi?"

"Nothing. A honey bee was tormenting me."

The rest of the Raizadas tried to look for the bee, expecting a buzzing around them. I glared at my husband who simply smirked and mouthed to me, a 'bee' huh? Rolling my eyes I continued the pooja. Throughout the havan, he kept troubling me. Finally, after an hour the havan was over. I thanked my stars and got busy with household work. At times I felt eyes watching my moves. Knowing who it was I did not bother much. 

A few hours later when we were done with lunch Arnavji ordered Akaashji to take him to the office. Despite everyone's protest, he was adamant about his decision. Not liking the idea I walked away to our room. But stopped midway feeling a hand grab my wrist.

"You are coming with me Mrs. Raizada."

Our family scrutinized the interaction between us with teasing smiles on their faces. Di coughed deliberating and asked everyone about any latest office romance drama. I blushed profusely. Not wanting to prolong the embarrassment I nodded in response and quickly left the hall. Eventually, it was time for me to leave with my obsessive husband. 

My emotions were flying high. I knew that Arnavji will not leave a single chance to romance me in the office. My mind came up with all kinds of scenarios. What if he gets cozy with me in front of his staff? What if Amanji walks into the cabin while Arnavji is about to kiss me? Hey! Devi Maiyya!, humein to soch soch kar darr lgrha hai. Aap sab sambhal lena, please. Finally, wearing my big girl panties I crossed the threshold of Shantivan with my husband in tow. 

(Oh lord my mind is making up all these scary scenarios. You please help me).

Arnav POV

 

My woman Khushi felt like an old brand of wine. Her touch, her smell, and her voice felt so intoxicating to my senses. She should be called an aphrodite. Only I know how I managed to restrain myself. That stupid havan forced me to change my plans. Or else I would have crossed the heights of ecstasy with Khushi Raizada. 

Right now she stood beside me as we stood near the private elevator meant specifically for my use. Akaash and NK stood a few feet away from us trying to give us some privacy. However, their presence hampered my time with Khushi. So when the elevator doors I turned my head only to lift my brow in their direction. At first, my brothers were confused but the next moment as I cocked my head to one side realization dawned upon the two buffoons. Rolling my eyes I pushed my girl into the elevator and quickly joined her leaving my cousins all alone. Well, they can join us after a while.

As soon as the doors closed Khushi stared into my eyes with her confusion-laced orbs. Passing my wife a smirk I shackled her against the back of the lift. She gasped out loud knowing my intentions. Well, I am a dark lover going beserk for my girl. So is it not obvious that I will try to get close to her every moment of every day?

"Aap...ye aapne theek nai kia."

(You...you did not do right).

"Kyun? Kya galat kia maine? Tumhare kareeb aana is not a crime."

(Why? What wrong did I do? It is not a crime to come close to you).

"Crime nahi hai par aapke obsession se humein darr lgta hai."

(It is not a crime but your obsessiveness scares me).

Darr? Am I scaring my wife? But what can I do if my mind and heart understand only one thing? Khushi. Ever since I woke up in the hospital I feel that this woman is my anchor. She is my gravity. She knows how to hold me in this new strange world of mine. And her soothing touch calms my overwhelming emotions. I released a painful sigh in return. How am I supposed to answer her when I am confused? Closing my eyes I hugged her. A strange fear of losing her crossed my mind. 

"Aur mujhe tumhe khone se darr lagta hai Khushi."

(And the thought of losing you scares me Khushi).

"Par humto aapke paas hi hai na? To phir kyun...?"

(But I am here next to you are not I? Then why would...?)

Before I could answer her question our elevator ride ended. Not wanting to make my woman any more conscious I moved away from her but held her hand in mine. As soon as we stepped outside a few unknown faces greeted me. I barely acknowledged them. But thankfully my wife smiled and waved in their direction taking care of the situation. I could not help but feel elated by these small gestures. Somehow Khushi Singh Raizada knows how to handle me and my situation. One of the workers introduced himself as Aman Mathur. I have a righthand man who asserts to be on my beck n call in this office.

"You can consult me if you have any doubts, ASR. Also, our current projects are being handled by Akaash. And the two new deals are yet to be finalized so you see..."

His continuous yapping irritated me. Woodpecker Mathur. Keeps pecking me as if I am the bark of a tree. Rolling my eyes at his words I found myself standing inside a glass-walled cabin while my wife gestured for me to have a look around. Well, this place shrieks Arnav Singh Raizada. Well organized. With an open view to keep an eye on the staff. Good. My past self did a good job. Mathur's voice began to frustrate me. I turned around only to tug the man till he stood outside my door with a perplexed look on his face.

"Get out. And don't return till I ask for you."

Saying the words I left his elbow and banged the door. The loud thud startled him and my wife. Not bothering to answer my girl's enquiring gaze I hunted around for the one thing that I was looking for. I did not have to fetch it for long, because in a few seconds I was able to locate the remote on my desk. A few moments later I was greeted by the privacy curtains instead of the glass-to-ceiling walls. Not looking behind me where am sure my wife stood currently glaring at my bold attempt, I checked out the shelf which had pictures of my family and Khushi.

"Tum jaana chahti thi na ki paas hone ke baad bhi main tumhe khone se darta kyun hoon? Kyunki sach ye hai ki I am crazy about you Khushi. Aur jab aadmi kisi ke liye deewana hojata hai na toh..."

(You wanted to know why I have fears despite you being next to me? Because the truth is I am crazy about you Khushi. And when a man is not in his senses then...)

My voice dropped into a whisper towards the end. And as expected this woman sensed the change inside me, because she chose to cup my face the very next moment. I could not help but drown in her deep trustworthy hazel eyes. She understood me. I will forever be grateful to the almighty who made this angel for me. Her next words soothed the helpless, restless Arnav, within me.

"Toh shayad darr usse dhoond hi leta hai. I can understand. Thanks for sharing this with me."

(Then the man's insecurities find him somehow).

I smiled at the maturity she displayed. She is merely 23 and her understanding of my unsaid gestures is amazing. I feel slightly jealous of my past self. As he got to spend the three most beautiful years of his life with this woman. I yearned to show her my love. I desired to touch her so much. Unable to curb my need for her I clutched her waist and verbalized my thoughts.

"Go away with me tonight."

"I will."

In the next few hours, I tried to get a hang of my business. Thankfully everything was simple and to the point. I liked what I must have built from scratch. I also visited the different floors and departments of my office. However, I made sure that Khushi was nearby every single time. Her presence gave me the strength to understand what I could not remember.

Khushi POV

After office hours Arnavji did not leave for home. He told me to inform Akaashji and Nanheji to leave for Shantivan. I explained to my brothers that I and my husband will be spending some time together. And I was teased a lot for the same. I had to push them out of ARD. Slightly uneasy and edgy about my date with Arnavji I joined him in his cabin. He simply smirked in my direction and pulled me out of his office only to take the elevator to the top floor. I instantly understood his intentions. We were about to take a helicopter to an unknown destination.

"Aman told me about the helipad. So I thought I should make good use of it. How many times have I...?"

"Twice. Once for our honeymoon. And another time on my birthday. I am a little scared of helicopters. But you always hold me against you. So it is not so bad."

Arnavji kissed my forehead in response and then within a few minutes we were in the air. Even the obsessive side of my husband chose to hold me, like a shield of protection around me. I blushed at the warmth. Thank god my husband did not forget me after the accident. So what if he has become slightly obsessive with me? At least my man remembers me. Some time passed and his touch slowly lulled me to sleep.

I did not realize how long I slept. However, when I felt someone placing me on a chair, I apprehended that we have reached our destination. My eyes fluttered open in curiosity. The sight in front of me, made me gasp involuntarily. A bed full of roses, a table filled with scented candles, and a huge room with an attached room-sized bathroom. Devi Maiyya ye hum kahan hain? Seems like a hotel room. I was about to stand up when a voice halted my movements.

"Do you like my surprise?"

Baffled by my surrounding I twisted on the chair only to see Arnav Singh Raizada standing at the door of our room with a look of ease and happiness. Huh? He sauntered towards me with a grin on his face. But his passionate gaze made me self-conscious. What is he planning to do to me? Oh lord. This feels like my wedding night with my husband. As if I have slipped back in time. Well, it won't be a bad idea to have a second wedding night. Turning scarlet I hugged my husband whose hands were now moving around my body with a strange possessiveness.

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.