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 - 11

Part - 11

Khushi POV

Sometimes you are made to believe that your life is in your hands, that you could mould it as per your needs and desires. Strength, power, determination and focus, all of these lose the battle when fate and destiny have other plans for you. 

When the cruel, cold-hearted, Arnav Singh Raizada rejected me I broke down. My emotions went haywire. But with time and effort, I undid the damage done to my fragile heart. I tried to move on. I met Sid and Dhruv. I made new friends too.  However, the man returned to my life. This time with a vulnerability attached to a strange persona. Claiming to be a different person altogether. So I pitied him. On the grounds of humanity, I initiated a friendship with the one person who did not think twice before slicing my heart.

And yet again Arnavji surprised me. Recalling a few chunks of our memory he is now determined to stake his claim over my heart. What does he think of himself huh? How dare he assume that we can continue our game of cat and mouse from where we left off? Ughhh. 

Leaning against my bedroom window I glanced at the stars that twinkled in the night. The moon surrounded by the clouds kept playing peek a boo from the sky. Thoughts of Arnavji's confession swirled in my mind. He likes me. He promised to heal my wounds. He wants me to give him a fair chance. And he hates my friend Siddharth. 

Just because he is suffering from Amnesia I am supposed to forgive and forget our past. And even if I do accept his grand proposal what if one fine day he recalls every single detail of our toxic relationship? Am I supposed to keep sewing back my heart every time Arnav Raizada is done playing with it? No. Not again. If he thinks that one apology will rectify his previous mistakes then he is highly mistaken.

Agar Sid ne humein phir se ghumne ke le liye poocha toh hum unhe mana nai karenge. Apni Zindagi ka faisla ab hum soch samajh ke krunge.

(If Sid will ask me out for a date again tomorrow then I won't say No to him. Now no one will force me to decide against my will).

Lavanya POV

With wide eyes, I stared back at the screen of my laptop. A few minutes ago I had logged in to my Facebook account. After checking back on a few friends I posted a few pictures of my stay in Australia when a friend request from a Nandkishore Raizada popped up on the corner of my laptop screen. The profile picture had a familiar face staring back at me. 

It was the man who had banged into me the other day. The one who compared me to his wife. He had called me Sana. Wow. He looks hot. Should I accept his request? He appears to be decent.

Well, there is nothing wrong with getting to know someone. I am finally moving on from ASR. It's high time that  I go out with a new guy. My mind drifted back to the moment when he had pulled me by the elbow. His touch ignited a burning sensation inside me. The electrifying connection had left me with goosebumps.

Accepting the request I clicked on his profile. Oh my. Nandkishore Raizada is a hot mess. The last name made me doubtful though. Is he a relative of ASR? Of course not. The surname is not so uncommon. I should put my overthinking to rest. Oh!! He has a son. Interesting. A single dad who is too handsome for his good.

Hi...

He used the chat messenger to send a greeting to me. His timing is good. A brownie point for sure. With a grin, I replied instantly. Sipping my coffee I kept talking to him for a while. 

This is refreshing. Let's see what destiny has in store for me little old me. 

Arnav POV

The next morning, flanked by Aman and Akaash I walked inside the red and white building that had a huge logo of AR on it. Pride clouded my mind as I conceded my accomplishment. My success. I basked in the glory of my fame. Security staff, front desk executives and the rest of my employees welcomed me one by one as I prowled through the corridor.

My persona unnerved them. According to Aman Mathur, my manager, I am a ruthless workaholic businessman who loves to scare his staff. Not wanting to change that I simply nodded as everybody greeted me. Instead of heading to my cabin, I stood at the landing of the stairs with my hands across my chest. With a sweeping glance, I noted the worried looks they exchanged amongst themselves. Taking that as my cue I began my speech.

Good morning everyone. It is me ASR. Yes. I am back. Let me make a few things clear. Retrograde Amnesia is not going to stop me from bagging business deals anymore. So stop being lazy and start working damn it.

Everyone returned their cubicles as I swirled around to head up to my cabin. The glass walls of my office appealed to my eyes. I could easily see myself keeping an eye on my staff. Chuckling at the design I sat on my chair playing with a paperweight as Aman advanced towards me.

ASR are you sure about your decision regarding Khushi Gupta being the new shareholder of AR?

His words felt like an inferno all over my body. How dare he question my decision? Who gave him the right to go against my word? Does he too have feelings for Khushi like that Shukla? No way. I am not gonna entertain any more competition. He needs to be put in his place. Palming the paperweight I stood up from my chair and sauntered towards Aman leaving him enough space to retreat. He was sweating bullets right now. Great. Using every bit of my strength I threw the object in my hands only to hear the shattering of my glass walls. The action was enough to gain everyone's attention.

Khushi Kumari Gupta will become the new shareholder of AR and that is final. Why are you questioning my idea? Do you like her? Huh? Tell me.

I glanced below at my audience who were watching our interaction with wide eyes. Good. Everybody should know about the woman who will own every dime that I have earned from scratch. I cocked my head to face Aman who gulped feeling the bubbling anger towards him.

Nn..no. No ASR. I have zero interest in Ms Gupta. I swear. It is just that you felt immense hatred for her in the past so it made me wonder...

Stop wondering Mathur. And this goes for the rest of you too. Khushi Gupta is important to me. Forget what happened in the past. She will be treated like a damn VIP in AR from now on. Is that clear?!?

My voice echoes through the building. My employees bobbed their heads like robots as I locked my eyes with everyone present below. I smirked as my plans were set in motion. Striding back I sat behind my desk and stared fiercely at a frightened Aman.

I will start the paperwork ASR.

Wait! I need you to do something for me first.

It took me a while to explain to Aman what I wished for. After I finished he stared at me with a gaping mouth. I grinned in return. I knew my idea was bordering obsessive but I have to do everything to gain Khushi Gupta's attention. 

Khushi POV

By the time my working hours were over, I was dead tired. Even meeting Dhruv did not help me much. The sweet fella was adamant about another outing but I was too exhausted to entertain the idea. Another outing will result in another spat with his Uncle. Why cannot Arnavji be like Dhruv? This man loves to create a ruckus around me. 

Suddenly out of the blue my phone went off startling me from my train of thoughts. I picked up my device to check the caller id only to give out an exasperated sigh. Arnav Singh Raizada seriously needs a new hobby. Sitting on my bed I answered the call but did not speak a word. I was greeted by silence in return. Whatever. Agar baat nahi krni hai to inhone call hi kyun ki. Hum bhi kuch nai bolenge Devi Maiyya. However, Devi Maiyya was not on my side today. To scratch an itch on my feet I used my bangle clad hand and the noise was loud enough for Mr Raizada to hear.

(If he does not wish to talk then who asked him to make this call. I too won't speak a word, my goddess).

Oh, toh aaj tum nahi tumhari chudiyan mujhse baat krengi?

(Oh so tonight your bangles will talk to me instead huh?)

Aap kya chahte hain Arnavji?

(What do you want Arnavji?)

Tumhe nai pata?

(You don't know?)

The quick response caused my heart to flutter. There was a strange huskiness in his otherwise rough voice, involuntarily causing a shiver down my spine. Dhak dhak. Dhak dhak. His voice reminded me of our proximity and almost kiss on Diwali night. My lips trembled as I recalled our closeness. His breath had touched mine that fateful night. I shook my head trying to get rid of the emotions that were threatening to take over my mind.

Nai pata humein samjhe aap Mr Raizada. Aap humse door rahiye. Aur agli baar humein phone karne ki...

(I don't know you get that Mr Raizada. Stay away from me. And next time don't you dare try to initiate any sort...)

Dhamka rahi ho mujhe?

(Are you threatening me?)

Why? Why why why?!? Why does he use his voice as a tool to attract my attention. I am trying so hard to end the constant toxicity that we shared so that this cycle will stop once and for all. But no Arnavji cannot digest the fact that I am moving on from him.

Sach bata rhe hain. Iss sab ka ab koi fayda nahi hai.

(I am telling you the truth. You are wasting your time).

Tumhe kya lagta hai haan? Mujhe nai pata iss waqt tumhara dil kitna tez dhadak raha hai? Mujhe tumhari saanson ki awaaz nai aarhi hai? Tumhari kaampte hont mujhse jo nai keh rhe hain na Khushi mujhe woh bhi pata hai. 

(What do you think? I don't know anything about your escalating heartbeat? I cannot hear your shallow breaths? I can even comprehend the things your trembling lips have not uttered yet, Khushi).

An involuntary gasp escaped my lips hearing the truth from his mouth. How can he know all this? Is he here somewhere around? I quickly got up and rushed towards my bedroom window to see if he was watching me from nearby. But there was not a soul on the empty street in front of me.

Ab mujhe dekhne ke liye khidkhi ke paas jaake mat khadi hona. Bahar thand hai. So jao. Save your energy for tomorrow. Goodnight.

(Now don't stand next to your window in hopes of seeing me. It's cold outside. Sleep tight).

Before I could scream at him for his nonchalant behaviour the man hung up on me leaving me agape staring at my phone. How dare he? Who the hell is he to order me around? One second. Hold the phone. Why did he say that I need to save my energy for tomorrow? Ab kya chal raha hai Arnavji ke dimaag mein? Hey Devi Maiyya kal kya hone wala hai? Humto off bhi nai le sakte kyunki kal ek special event hai language school mein. 

(Now what's cooking in Arnavjis mind? Oh lord, what's gonna happen tomorrow? I cannot even take a day off because of the special event in the school).

Wait. Oh yes. Why did I not think of this before? He is doing all this to catch my attention. This is his new technique to bother me like always. He purposely said those words to keep me up all night. Nope. I am not gonna fall for this trick. 

Switching off my night lamp I laid down on my bed and prepared myself to sleep. 

The next day I practically hopped my way to reach the school. There were no classes to teach today because we were having a big event. The founders had finally met the perfect sponsors to open a new branch of our school in Noida. Siddharth had discussed with me many times how no sponsors were agreeing to join hands for the extension of our language school. Devi Maiyya humari dua hai ki jisne bhi bachon ke liye is naye school mein humari madad ki woh jo chahe usse mil jaye.

The event was held in the small auditorium of our building. I waved enthusiastically at a smiling Sid as he caught my eye. He was speaking to Mr Sharma, one of our founder members. The man who was kind enough to help me grab this job. I advanced towards the duo. When Mr Sharma immediately greeted me with a grin of his own.

How are you beta?

I am good Sir. It's been so long since we saw each other.

Work keeps me, busy kid. It took a lot of effort to find sponsors for our Noida branch. I will introduce you to them soon. Please show your best to them. Now take a seat with the rest of the teachers.

Nodding in agreement I sat in the second row allotted for the teachers. A couple of minutes passed and soon a group of people entered the auditorium. The room darkened and the spotlights on the stage were switched on. We welcomed our sponsors with loud applause. As they took the steps to be on the stage my phone vibrated twice. Ughhh not again. I looked down to read the message from Arnav Raizada.

Ab to tumhe mujhse baat krni hi padegi.

(Now you will have no choice but to talk with me).

I fumed in anger. What does he think of himself? Mr Sharma's welcome speech reached my ears as I typed in a response furiously. However, I had to stop midway because of the one particular name that Sharma Sir mentioned when he introduced us to our sponsors. The name reverberated around the auditorium as I slowly lifted my head.

An audible gasp escaped my mouth watching the three familiar faces sitting comfortably on the sofa chairs under the spotlight. Akaash Singh Raizada, Aman Mathur and of course Arnav Singh Raizada. His eyes met mine at the same time. He teased me with his patent smirk. My eyes widened in realization. And my ears twitched hearing the announcement of made my Sharmaji.

Please give a big hand to AR Designs who will sponsor our Noida School. 

What the hell is this? I told him to join AR and he is using it as a medium to manipulate me. He did this purposely. I should have understood his indirect message yesterday itself when he advised me to save on my energy. With a clenched jaw, I witnessed how he wrapped the founders around his pinky. Our school was looking for a sponsor desparately and he came in as a saviour. I was about to get up and leave the audi when I recalled Mr Sharma's previous words.

...It took a lot of effort to find the sponsors for our Noida branch. I will introduce you to them soon. Please show your best to them.

No-no-no. He cannot take over my workplace like that. This is the height of being unprofessional. I glared at him as he smiled in my direction. Taking a deep breath I tried to compose myself. Get it together Khushi. Do not allow him to win this match. Get even. Be as sarcastic as possible. I gave myself a pep talk as he stood up to take over.

Goodmorning everyone. I am Arnav Singh Raizada. This is an exceptional language institution. My nephew is a student here. And it's a pleasure to sponsor this initiative taken by Sharma Language School. I request your support and cooperation in this collaboration. Thank you for having me here.

He looked in my direction as he spoke the last sentence. Yeah right. I will show you cooperation Raizada. The staff clapped and agreed with loud energy making me roll my eyes. Just like me, there was another person who did not like Arnavji's involvement in our school. I spotted Sid in the front row. He was scowling at our guest of honour.

Arnav POV

Mr Sharma the founder of the language school kept praising me. However, my attention was focused on the changing expressions of the spectacular woman with whom I shared an enigmatic bond. The astonishment laced on her features made me smirk. When anger replaced the shock on her face I understood that she knew what I meant for this school.

I took the mike from the founder and as a good orator impressed my audience with my thank you speech. She looked like a goddess in her angry avatar. My inner beast grinned evilly as a furious Siddharth Shukla greeted my line of sight. Take that Shukla. I am still unbeatable. Nobody can claim what is mine. No one.

As the event came to its end I was introduced to the staff of the language. Mr Sharma happily enquired about the language my nephew was learning from his school. With a grin I locked eyes with Khushi who appeared to be all uninterested. 

Oh yes. My nephew Dhruv takes Hindi classes from this institute. He admires his Hindi teacher.

Hindi? Matlab Khushi aapke Dhruv to padhati hai? Idhar aao Khushi greet Mr. Raizada.

(Means Khushi is your nephew, Dhruv's tutor? Come here Khushi and greet Mr Raizada).

Hello Mr. Raizada. Nice to meet you.

Heavy sarcasm dripped from her overly polite tone as Khushi quickly looked sideways. She was hell bend on keeping her distance. I returned the greeting lifting my hand to shake hers leaving her no option but to hold mine. As her skin came in contact with my own I thumbed the back of her hand making her eyes meet mine. My touch caused a dark hue on her otherwise milky white cheeks. She pulled her hand away instantly.

The pleasure is mine, Ms Khushi. I was wondering Mr Sharma can Khushi show me around. I would like a tour of this school.

Mr Sharma practically pushed Khushi in my direction showing his agreement and the poor woman had no option but to join me as I left the auditorium. Fuming with rage she followed me without uttering a single word. I grinned feeling her rising anger. We kept walking till I reached the amphitheatre behind the building. She looked breathtaking in her bright pink salwar suit. I sat on the familiar bench just like the last time when Khushi had spoken to me out of my own will. We have come afar from that phase of confusion and hatred. My musings came to halt as a furious Khushi exploded on me.

When I suggested you get back to work I never meant for you to be the sponsor of my language school. Stop hounding me. I am not interested in your games.

Listen Ms Gupta I will do whatever it takes to make you a part of my life. This is not a game for me. Baat dil ki hai. Mera suqoon ho tum. Aur koi mera suqoon cheene ye mujhe gawarah nai.

(This is about my heart. You are my peace. And I won't spare anyone who will try to ruin my peace).

She cocked her head to one side as if my words did not make any sense to her. Slowly as comprehension dawned upon her a frown appeared on her forehead and she pursed her lips as if I were a bratty child who was not ready to understand her point. I sighed watching her reaction. How can one woman look so...so cute? Folding her hands across her chest she uttered the one name which is enough to make my blood boil.

You are just jealous of my friendship with Sid. He is everything that you are not. So naturally, you are scared that...

His name enraged the monster inside me. While Khushi's eyes twinkled with the mere mention of his name.  I stood up from my comfortable position making the lady in front of me retreat. Before she could another step away from me I  held her palm in both my hands and gave it a long-lasting smooch. A gasp escaped her lips at my unexpected affection.

Siddharth Shukla ne tumse friendship kri thi tumne nahi. You only offered your friendship to me. When I fainted you took care of me. You like spending time with me and my nephew. Chaahte to hum dono hi ek hi cheez hain Khushi Gupta.

(It was Sid who wanted to be your friend, not the other way round. Both of us want the same thing, Khushi Gupta).

Scrunching her face she pulled her hand away from me. The gesture hurt like hell. But it did nothing to dampen my spirit. I had done all this wanting her to hear me out. So I focused my attention on the task. Keeping a check on my emotions I simply stated the obvious.

Khushi come to AR tomorrow there will be a ribbon-cutting ceremony for my new project. You are my good luck charm.

Are you kidding? You expect me to come to that evil place that you call your office? You are nuts Raizada. 

This time things will be different I promise.

But she turned away and headed back towards the building. My desire to have her as the guest of honour was greater than my self-respect. So I did the one thing that she least expected out of me. Sprinting towards her I went down on my knees and called out to her. Khushi's eyes touched her hairline at the public display. There were a few teenaged students nearby and it did not take them long to notice what was happening between us.

Smirking at the idea that crossed my mind I put my plan into action.

Khushi please maan jao. Tum office aaogi to mujhe achcha lagega. 

(Khushi please agree with me. I would like it if you will join me at the office event).

YE AAP KYA KR RAHEIN HAIN?!? Uthiye...Arnavji uthiye sab dekh rahe hain. HUM YAHAN KAAM KRTE HAIN...Hey, Devi Maiyya ye kya tamasha hai?

(WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!? Get up...Arnavji get up everyone is watching us. THIS IS MY WORKPLACE...Oh Devi Maiyya what is all this drama?)

Haan krdo Khushi warna main in students ke saamne main bahut kuch karsakta hoon.

(Say yes Khushi or else I can do a lot of things in front of these students).

Aap humein dhamka nahi sakte?)

(Are you trying to threaten me?)

I have a ring on my finger what if I pull it out and....?

NAHI! BILKUL NAHI! 

(NO! STOP IT!)

Her eyes bulged out making me chuckle inwardly. I did not want to force her hand like this but this woman is so stubborn that I had no choice but to act like a Romeo desperate for his Juliet's attention. Good. I observed her expressions watching her consider my idea. To prompt her further I enquired once again.

So what is the verdict Khushi?

Theek hai. Hum kal aapke office aajayenge. AB UTHIYE. JALDI SE.

(Fine. I will be there tomorrow. NOW GET UP. QUICK).

Smiling at my ladylove I stood up and turned around to see a couple of teenagers whispering amongst each other. When they saw me looking at them the gossipers stood a little away from

each other. Rolling my eyes I stated a simple fact.

I am pulling her leg. We are BFFs.

By the time I turned back to face Khushi she returned to the building but not before banging the door a little too harshly making me grin at her childishness. I am sorry Khushi but tomorrow is a really big day for me. And I need you around me. Nothing could go wrong when you are next to me. Aur kal main tumse apne dil ki baat kehke rahunga.

(And tomorrow I will finally confess my love to her).

Unknown POV

Tapping desk I gazed back at my most trusted man who was finally giving me a lead about my enemy. Raizada was finally out of his den. An evil smirk took over my features imagining the different scenarios that would cause his death. By sheer luck, he escaped his end the last time. But this time no one will be able to save him. Not even god. I confirmed once more for my satisfaction.

And you are sure about this information?

Sir the entire AR Designs is gossiping about his return. Tomorrow there will be a small get together in the office.

Standing up from my seat I sauntered towards my right-hand man and patted his shoulders. This was my gesture to let him know that he did a wonderful job. He beamed at me in return. My approval is not earned so easily. 

I rubbed my hands in glee feeling the excitement for tomorrow. Finally, I will get the chance to finish off Arnav Singh Raizada. The man who destroyed my father. It was because of Arnav that my Dad lost his pride and power. Our palace, Sheesh Mahal. The good for nothing psychotic Raizada had to return and claim his house after ages. He should have been rotting in hell after the way Dad threw him and his sister out of Sheesh Mahal.

But no. Like a thorn in our lives he ruthlessly took our business and property from us and then dared to blame us for claiming his possessions. The next day I had found my father's dead body in his room. Unable to take the hurt and loss he had over-dosed. From that day onwards I Shyam Manohar Malik took the oath to destroy him for good.

The accident I had staged on Diwali night was perfect. However, he survived. But tomorrow I will ensure that he is dead for good. Then nobody will stop me from claiming our ancestral property, Sheesh Mahal.

Kal uss ASR ka aakhri din hoga iss duniya mein.

(Tomorrow will be the last day of ASR in this world).

ASR POV

As my guest of honour arrived in AR roses were showered upon her from every direction. Dressed in a white anarkali she appeared to be an angel. I could not help but feel my heart stutter as she prowled in my direction.

Hey zu hmm

hmm hmm hmm

Hey hey hey

hey hey hey

Ab mujhe raat din

tumhara hi khayal hain

Ab mujhe raat din

tumhara hi khayal hain

Kya kahu pyaar mein

deewano jaisa haal hain

The rest of the staff faded in the background as she came to stand in such proximity to me. Any other person would have shied away from our private moment. Her jasmine fragrance indulged my senses leaving my mind too handicapped to think much. 

Ho ho aa ha ha ha

la la la la la la

Ab mujhe raat din

tumhara hi khayal hain

Kya kahu pyaar mein deewano

jaisa haal hain

As our breaths touch each other I moved my lips to touch her baby-soft cheek. In front of my eyes, it turned into a dark shade of red. Khushi's eyes fluttered close as she whimpered my name softly. A strange emotion bubbled within me as she uttered my name.

Tum ko dekhe beena

chain milta nahi

Dil pe ab to koi

zor chalta nahi

Jaadu hain kaisa

dil ki lagi mein

Dub gaya hu is

bekhudi mein

Smiling at her I lifted her hand and kept twirling her in circles. Nothing mattered anymore. I was happy in our small little world. In the midst of the dance, I caught something twinkling on Khushi's finger. I halted our movements.

Ho ho aa ha ha ha

la la la la la la

Ab mujhe raat din

tumhara hi khayal hai

Kya kahu pyaar mein

deewano jaisa haal hain

I am so happy that we are engaged Arnavji. We are meant to be together.

Without wasting any moment she wrapped me in her embrace. Surrounded by Khushi, knowing that now nothing will break us away I folded the woman in my chest. This is how we should be. Together. Always and forever.

I love you Arnavji!

With a gasp, I woke up only to see myself sitting on the bed. The sunlight was playing peek a boo from the drapes across the room. Damn it. Ughh. I wish this was more than just a dream. With a sweeping glance, I noticed the time. Oh crap. I am supposed to be at the office by now. What if Khushi arrives early?

I will do everything within my power to make this dream come true. Khushi will have to agree to be mine. I will make sure of it.

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Precap: Arnav proposes to Khushi in AR, Shyam attacks ASR, Dhruv tries to bring Khushi and Arnav closer.

 

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.