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.

AJHS - 23

Part 23:

Khushi POV 

He keeps asking for you Khushi. It's been three days. He will be discharged today. How long are you planning to avoid him?

I did not want to be disturbed by anyone. But none of my family members was ready to respect my wishes. Especially Jeeji. According to them, I was making a grave mistake. But what is so bad about keeping my distance? He has recalled his past. My fiance will no longer be the same sweet man who fell for me. He has switched back to the cunning ASR. My heart wanted to see him. But my mind knew the harsh reality. So I did not answer the numerous calls made by him. I know ASR. He will be back to his cold controlling self. I still recall his last words on Diwali night before his accident.

Mere liye tumhara ya uss baat ka koi matlab nahi hai...

(For me neither you matter nor what happened between us...)

Koi matlab nahi hai...?

(It does not matter...?)

Koi matlab nahi hai.

(It does not matter).

Please Jeeji. Leave me alone. You won't understand my pain.

Stop being a coward Khushi. Visit him once. Even if you feel that he will break your heart. Believe me, you need closure. 

I lay on the bed in a fetal position. My heart was breaking with each passing second. However, this is my pain. I Will have to endure it. Feeling my sister's hand caress my head a tear cascaded down my eye. Is she right? Does my heart need closure? Well her point is valid. It is time to be brave. I will visit him in Shantivan. Just once. One last time. To end all the ties between us. Shayad Arnav aur Khushi ki kahani ka anth aise hi likha tha. I should not have allowed him to break my heart. Hum humesha se jaante the ki ek din Laad governor ko sab yaad aajayega. And now the D-day is here.

(Maybe that's how Arnav and Khushi's story was supposed to end. I knew from day 1 that he would recall everything).

I knew what I had to do. I sat upright on the bed passing a weak smile to Jeeji. My sister could see the determination in my eyes. She returned the smile and cupped my cheek to show her support. Cradling her hand I wiped my eyes and left my bed.

Arnav POV

Is she here?

No. Not yet. Par Bhai Khushiji will soon...

(But Bhai).

Leave.

Bhai I...

Leave Damn It.

I dismissed Akaash not allowing him to complete his excuse. Yes, excuse, because that is what it was. An excuse on behalf of Khushi Kumari Gupta. All my calls were left unanswered. She was hell-bent on ignoring me. My injuries required me to rest. Hence I could do nothing but get better as quickly as possible.

She is playing a dangerous game with me. Usse lagta hai just because I am back to my old self, my ruthlessness will also return with me. Yes. I admit at one-time harshness and I were a packaged deal. But that was me before I realised the fact that Khushi is mine. We are meant to be together. That's it. Nothing else matters.

Perhaps Khushi is under the misconception that I will reject her. Probably my last words to her as ASR before the accident is building doubts in her mind. I smirked. Silly girl. Despite letting her know time and time again that I won't let go of our relationship Khushi's insecurities keep floating around. Well, kudos to my egoistical self. It is all because of this arrogance that today I am in physical and emotional pain.

Ye chotein aaj nahi to kal theek ho hi jaengi. Par dil pe jo doori ka zakhm hai usse to woh hi sahi kregi na.

(These wounds will heal someday. But the wound separation over my heart will be healed by her alone).

The meds were strong enough. I could not keep awake for long. Sometime later I dozed off. Darkness consumed me. I was floating in a dark abyss when the sound of jiggling anklets pulled me out. I blinked rapidly. Someone was watching me. I could feel it. With a swiping glance, I noticed her. My fiance stood feet away from me with her back facing the almira.

I tried to get up but the feeling of vertigo weakened my movement. Within a click of a finger Khushi Kumari Gupta wrapped her hands around my shoulders. Soon I found myself leaning against the headboard. None of us said a word. I arrested her with my gaze. She could probably sense the possessive intensity in my eyes. Knowing her state of mind I quickly addressed the elephant in the room.

Meri hone wali biwi mujhe dekhna tak nahi chahti. Isse to acha tha ki woh Shyam Mallik mujhe maar hi deta.

(Mg would be wife does not wish to even see me. It would have been better if Shyam Mallik had killed me).

NAHI. Dobara aisa kahiyega bhi mat Arnavji. 

(NO. Don't ever say such a thing Arnavji).

To kya is baat pe khush ho ki meri mangetar, mera pyar, mere saath nahi hai. 

(So what do you expect? I should celebrate the absence of my fiance, my love).

Tears rolled down her eyes. My coldness and harshness made it obvious that I am back. But the hurt of separation behind my words could be read easily. She understood my unsaid feelings. Because that is what makes me her Arnavji. I shut my eyes for a second. Damn this anger is not good for my injuries. My eyes fluttered open when I felt the side of my bed dip. She held her ears and apologized to me looking all pure and innocent. Her child-like eyes held agonizing pain. Just like mine.

Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry.

Shhhhhhh.

I pressed a finger to her lips. Slowly I lowered both her hands from her ears only to hold them in a firm grip. Leaning my forehead against hers I rubbed my nose with hers. She shivered at our sudden proximity. I almost breathed the words against her lips. 

Imagine yourself in that red saree, near my poolside. 

I am walking towards you right now. 

My body is not in my control anymore. 

There is only a little distance between us. 

There is only a slight change.

This time I won't stop.

Clutching her waist in one hand I wrapped the other around her nape and pulled her towards me. There was nothing slow about this kiss. I was pushing all the love inside me into her. I poured out my anger of these few days when she deliberately distanced herself from me. I kept smooching her for a long time. When Khushi was almost out of breath I let go of her lips. I smirked breathlessly. She felt a little flustered by my move.

Haww....aapne...aapne...frenchwali kiss kri?

(You...you...french kissed me?)

Haan toh? Meri mangetar running shoes pehenke ghumti hai. Rokne ka jugaad mujhe hi krna hoga.

(So what? My fiance loves to wear running shoes. I have to think of innovative ways to stop her).

Khushi POV

Haww....aapne...aapne...frenchwali kiss kri?

Haan toh. Meri mangetar running shoes pehenke ghumti hai. Rokne ka jugaad mujhe hi krna hoga.

I could not help but stare at the comforter. Arnav Singh Raizada was back. The manipulative arrogant beast whose priority lies in his profit sat in front of me with a knowing smirk. And I could not stop him from frenching me. Baffled by the kiss I enquired about the same and his response left me surprised. Hey Devi Maiyya iska matlab jab jab hum inse door jayenge ye aise humein...no no-no. On one side I could not help but turn into a tomato. On the other side, I felt secure. Even after getting cured of Amnesia my man did not hate me. Finally, there won't be any obstacles between us. Gathering all of my courage I looked up into his eyes.

Humein laga ki aapko sab yaad agaya hai to aap humse nafrat krenge.

(I thought that now that you have your memories you would hate me).

I won't repeat that mistake Khushi soon-to-be Raizada. Iss baar main kuch galat hone nahi dunga.

(This time nothing would go wrong).

Unable to hold myself I snuggled in his arms. We were no more entangled due to the circumstances in our lives. Rather our hearts chose to fuse. Smiling to myself I tried to grasp the happiness that Devi Maiyya bestowed upon the two of us. I was so engrossed in our hug that I missed Akaash jeeju's teasing smile.

Agar bhai aur aapke beech sab theek hogaya ho kya main aur Payal bhi shaadi krlein Khushi Bhabhi?

(If everything is alright between my brother and you then may I get married to Payal Khushi Bhabhi?)

I quickly left my fiances embrace to see Jeeju leaning against the door jamb of Arnavji's room. He must have passed the room and caught us hugging each other. Turning a deep shade of red I shared a glance with Arnavji. But the man only narrowed his eyes towards Jeeju. Ughhh. ASR is so cocky.

Fine Akaash. Agle hafte humare sath tum aur Payal bhi phere le lena.

(Fine Akaash next week you and Payal can join us for a double wedding).

KYA AGLE HAFTE? Itni jaldi sab kaise hoga Arnavji? Aur abhi to aap theek se khade bhi nai ho pa rhe hain...)

(WHAT NEXT WEEK? How will we prepare in a week Arnavji? And you cannot even stand properly how will you...).

Khushi relax. One week is enough for my recovery. Aur iss baar koi bahana kia na to mandap tak kidnap krke launga. Samjhi?

(No excuses this time or else I would kidnap you. Alright?)

My eyes widened in disbelief. I cannot believe my ears. The mighty ASR has completely taken over my Arnavji. Now, this is not something that I had in mind when the doctor informed us that Arnavji's memories have returned. I gulped nervously. Is this my soon-to-be husband? Well, I will have to compromise with his ASRishness. I have no choice, do I?

Hum toh bhool hi gaye the ke aap ASR hain. Sirf faisla suna dete hain.

(I forgot that you are ASR. You love to give orders).

I told him with a pout and stood up from the bed. Before I could even take a step ahead I jerked sensing a hold over my dupatta. I turned around with a frown. Arnavji passed me a smirk. As if he was taunting me for being childish.

Yes I am ASR. But at the same time, I am also the man who fell in love with you Khushi Gupta. And I have every right to make you mine.

Flustered by his words I tried to snatch my dupatta from his hold. However, he rolled it in once in his grip and pulled me on the bed again. Without waiting for my reaction he leaned in placing a kiss on my forehead. His one gesture spoke volumes. I could feel a thousand promises in this one kiss. Unable to help myself I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him to myself.

Finally, after crossing so many hurdles we were ready to be tied to each other. We were ready to name this love of ours.

Dhruv POV

Marriage is a beautiful commitment. Where two souls vow to protect and preserve their relationship. As I stood near the mandap showering petals over my two uncles I could not help but smile.

I was here on a mission. A 10-year-old kid who had promised his Popsi to heal Nannav Chachu. And in the process, I realized a lot of things. I understood that love is not all about milk and roses. It also has another side to it. There is pain. Hurt. Guilt. Heartbreak. Love also has a dark side.

Khushi Chachi and Nannav Chachus story had both sides. They started as enemies. A toxic relationship. But then suddenly care and concern penetrated the walls of hatred. And thus love bloomed. 

From Retrograde amnesia to Shyam Mallik my uncle had a lot of ups and downs in his life. However, he found his happiness amidst all this. As my Uncles and Aunts take sacred vows I feel blessed to witness their story.

Well, my work here is done. But there is another assignment waiting for me at home. I need to make sure that Popsi and Lavanya Kashyap get their happy ending. They still have a lot of obstacles that need to be addressed. 

But no worries. I am DSR. The love guru. The adults of this generation need a good mentor like me. They are immature for their age. They make mistakes and realise it too late. My thoughts halted as soon as my phone went off.

Hi Pops.

Hey D. Congrats on completing the mission. You did it, my boy.

Yeah, Dad.

Nannav Chachu and Khushi Chachi were taking the blessing of the other family members right now. Yes. Mission has been accomplished. Successfully.

When are you returning home buddy?

Soon Pops. Very soon.

My next mission is a personal one. Need to make sure that Dad makes an honest woman out of Lavanya Kashyap. But this one will be a secret one. Cannot involve my father as he is my subject this time around.

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The end. This is the final chapter of AJHS season 2. Hope you all liked this story. It was fun playing around with an amnesiac ASR.

Deewane ho ke ham milne lage sanam...

Jab se jude hain silsile...

Aankhon se ruth kar neendein chali gayeen...

Na jaane kaise gul khile...

AJHS - 22

Part - 22

Khushi POV

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

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

I am calm.

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

Ok, Arnavji.

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

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

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

Hmmm.

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

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

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

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

I am here to ensure that you keep your promise.

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

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

I will. I will stay away from Arnavji.

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

Arnav POV

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

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

I will. I will stay away from Arnavji.

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

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

What will you gain from hurting him like that Shyamji?

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

What did he ever do to you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Usse jaane do please. Marr jaega woh.

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

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

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

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

(For me?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asli dunia mein sirf dil toothte hain...

Aapne humari payal apne paas kyun rakhi...

Koi matlab nahi hai...

Khushi POV

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

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

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

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

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

(Drink some water).

Pakka Dhruv?

(Sure Dhruv?)

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

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

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

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

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