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.

SS - Tumse Bhi Zyada Tumse Pyar Kiya

Prologue...

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

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

Love.

Life.

Happiness.

Everything ended in a jiffy.

Or did it give birth to a new obsession?