Khushi woke up in Arnav's arms comfortable and content, she looked up at her sleeping Bholuji and smiled. She never realised how in love with him she had been. Not until last night, they spent most of the night afterwards talking while in each others comforting embrace. He told her about his childhood, how his mother had died, Anjali's first marriage broke, they were thrown out onto the streets and how Arnav had to fight to get to the position where he is now. Khushi had begun to understand why he was so hard hearted last night, it was because the world had made him that way, he wasn't always this cold, menacing and distant person. He was warm, caring and capable of love he just pushed it away as he had it in his head that these things would weaken his resolve. Arnav believed that happiness was so fleeting that there was no point in attempting to search for it, that was until he met Khushi, he'd laughed at that how he didn't search for happiness but found Khushi. Arnav also asked more about Khushi and so she told him about how her real parents were, from the hazy memory she had of them and then spoke of how Garima and Shashi had taken her in and how it was strange at first but slowly she got used to them and they grew on her and now she loved them as though they'd always been her family. Arnav never realised how painful a childhood Khushi had actually had until she went into detail about the accident that killed her parents. He had gripped her tight when she spoke of it, he wanted to protect her even from the memory of that pain. That night Arnav and Khushi pushed past the stubbornness, the confusion and the walls and finally just allowed each other to love one another. Khushi could not have been happier. She got out of the bed and sat up, tying her hair up to get it out of her face.
"Your hair looks better out." Arnav muttered into his pillow. Khushi smiled and turned around.
"Ucha babba! I'll wear my hair out atleast let me get ready!" Khushi said as she moved to get up but Arnav grasped onto her wrist pulling her down onto the bed and then rolling on top of her, pinning her down.
"Arnavji yeh tum kya karre ho?" Khushi asked blushing bright red. Arnav smiled.
"Yeh Arnavji, Arnavji kya lagake raaka hai?" He asked and Khushi looked confused.
"What do you mean? I've always called you Arnavji, its your name." Khushi said matter of factly.
"That's not what you were saying last night." Arnav said with a grin, Khushi's blush worsened.
"Choriye humhe, mujhe ready hona hai." She said, avoiding his prying stare. Arnav let go of her and Khushi scampered off the bed.
"I'm letting you go for now Mrs. Raizada, but remember you're mine for seven lives." He said, Khushi blushed and headed to the bathroom.
Arnav and Khushi's new found love was identifiable to anyone with eyes, everyone at the breakfast table could see how Arnav never averted his gaze from Khushi's face as well as how Khushi would take sly glances at Arnav but then become shy and look away. Anjali had never seen Chotte smile so much since they were kids, even then she never saw him smile for as long as this. Unfortunately Shyam noticed also, Anjali had asked him about his injury and made her usual annoying drama, Shyam lied and said that he was helping an old man who some men were attempting to mug. It sounded better than "Your brother hit me because I love his wife." Anjali had proceeded to try to take him to the doctor's or help him herself but he refused harshly saying that "There's no need to create a scene, I'm not a child." This hurt Anjali deeply, she truly didn't understand what she had done to deserve such cold behaviour from her usually loving husband. She began to doubt the strength in their relationship. Shyam was seething, he couldn't eat because he felt so sick at the sight of them. How could Khushiji betray him? She had to be acting, she couldn't really love him, who would love him? These thoughts circled round and round in Shyam's mind but he couldn't seem to find a resolve to his problems. He needed to speak to Khushiji urgently and he needed to confront her about this. Arnav and Khushi had completely fogotten about Shyam as they got up from the table, Khushi was heading into the kitchen to make tea for everyone and Arnav followed her, unashamed he thought to himself, "What are they going to do, we're married after all. Khushi had put the tea onto boil when Arnav wrapped his arms around her from behind making Khushi jump slightly.
"What are you doing Arnav?" Khushi asked as Arnav began kissing her neck, moving steadily upwards. "Someone will see, stop it." Khsuhi said trying (not very hard) to get out of his grip.
"Let them see, after all Maine Pyar Kiya in the words of your favourite Salman Khan." Arnav said in a slightly jealous way that made Khushi laugh.
"Okay you've fallen in love, woh toh tik hai but I have to make tea, so out!"She said pushing him away and Arnav feigned offence.
"This isn't over Khushi." He said to her as he walked out and Khushi grinned to herself sure it wouldn't.
Arnav was nowhere to be seen when Khushi was giving out the tea, Khushi couldn't help but worry where he'd gotten to. She was beginning to panic over the idea that Arnav had decided to avoid her all day like he did on the Mehendi day, she had never been so afraid in all her life as she had when she thought something had happened to him. She looked down at her hands smiling at the "A" in her mehendi patterns, Devi Maiya knew all along. Khushi shook her head and turned to Anjali.
"Di, do you know where Arnav is?" She asked and Anjali noted how she'd stopped saying "ji" and smiled to herself.
"He said he had some work, he's probably by the poolside." Anjali said and Khushi nodded picking up one cup of tea as she headed to the poolside. She walked down the steps and saw a figure standing by the pool but it didn't match her husband's silhouette. She walked closer to make sure and she was certain it wasn't him, she was about to leave when the figure clawed at her wrist causing the tea to spill and the cup to smash. Khushi turned wide eyed and panicked as Shyam gripped her arms tightly in his philthy grip.
"Khushiji, we need to talk."
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