Khushi woke up cradled in Arnavji's arms, at first she was alarmed to be in anyone's arms but when she realised she was in her husband's arms she relaxed. She didn't feel like getting up, she looked up at his peaceful face, she hadn't ever seen him look that relaxed in all the time she'd known him. She began to attempt to ease her way out of Arnav's arms when he groaned, rolled over and pinned her down. Khushi's eyes widened and she was about to tell him to get off when she realised he was still asleep. She smiled slightly, closed her eyes and raised his arm gently off her and dropped it onto his side. Arnav's head was resting on Khushi's stomach and she began to slide out of the bed, her face in a squinted and contorted expression as she prayed that he wouldn't get up. Khushi managed to wriggle out but Arnav's head hit the bed suddenly and the impact made him wake up.
"What the-?" Arnav groaned, only half conscious. Khushi smiled to herself, even barely awake he couldn't help but say that, maybe he started everyday with it. Khushi carried on looking at her husband as his hands searched the bed for something, she assumed her, she stayed very quiet as she watched him register she wasn't in the bed and then his eyes flew open and he sat up.
"Khushi?" He said worrying she'd gone somewhere, or he'd imagined last night, or and this thought terrified him most Shyam had done something. Khushi began to laugh unable to control herself and Arnav turned to his side to see her stood there, amused and laughing at him. He immediately felt foolish for even worrying about her, then if something had happened to her she'd come crying to him. He threw the duvet off and stormed over to his wardrobe to pull out something to wear.
"Samajdi kya apne aap ko?" Arnav muttered to himself. Khushi felt bad almost instantly after seeing his reaction. She went to the wardrobe to pull out a saree, Arnav made room for her but didn't look at her. Khushi smiled as she decided on a way to improve his mood.
"Arnavji." She said and he exhaled deeply.
"Yes Khushi." He said still rifling through his clothes.
"Aapko yeh saree yaad hain?" She said waving her jade green saree from the sangeet in his face. He didn't want to smile, that would mean Khushi had gotten away with laughing at him but the memory of that night caused a twitch of his lips that formed a smile.
"Haasa toh paasa." Khushi said smiling pulling out a deep blue saree as she began to run to the bathroom. Arnav grabbed her arm determined not to let her go that easily. He placed her against their wardrobe and bore his eyes down upon her. She was looking down, Arnav raised his finger to her chin and forced her to look directly into his eyes as she had done last night, before Shyam had interrupted them. Khushi wasn't sure if this was another of his games and she was very aware that everyone would be waiting for her downstairs to do the aarti.
"Arnavji...yeh...aap." She said breathlessly. He pulled her body so her body was directly against his own, he smiled and Khushi's cheeks flamed a deep red. Arnav brushed his lips against her neck and Khushi gasped. Arnav looked up seeing the shock in her wide eyed expression. He continued up her neck to her cheek and then arrived at her mouth. Khushi had been waiting a while for this, since Diwali realistically, it was Arnav's favourite game. She looked up into his eyes and new in that instant that this was another of them, Arnav smiled wickedly. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Itne aasani se mein tumhe chorne wala nahin hoon, Khushi Singh Raizada." Arnav said, he let her go and walked straight into the bathroom, leaving Khushi stood there grasping her saree as a slight annoyance bubbled within her.
"We'll see about that." Khushi said aloud, knowing Arnav was out of hearing range now.
Khushi arrived at the breakfast table after everyone as Arnav had decided to take a long shower today, Khushi showered in Jiji's bathroom after becoming fed up with waiting for Arnavji to get out. He was sat at the table looking very smug with himself and Khushi knew it was because of their exchange earlier. She took her seat beside him and Nani commented about how they should do something formal to officially celebrate Arnav and Khushi's wedding, Anjali Di suggested a party and Nani liked the idea of that and Khushi saw her entry to get back at Arnavji.
"Party? Aagar mere paathi neh iss party ki planning ki toh saare mehemaan sojayenge." Khushi said in a bored tone, she looked to her side and saw Arnav choke on his tea. She hid a smirk. "Akashji, tumhe yaad hai na? Your party that Arnav organised was so boring until NK and I made it fun!" Khushi said and Akash was nodding as well as laughing at the memory of that awful party, well until Khushi Bhabi had come along. Arnav stared at Akash until he stopped.
"Well excuse me Madam for not wanting to bring the circus to town every excuse I get!" Arnav retorted and Khushi gave him an evil look.
"Toh mein kya kohi cartoon hain?" Khushi asked him and Arnav nodded.
"Tum cartoon se kum nahi meri jaan." Arnav said as he stroked her cheek lovingly, Khushi didn't know whether to be offended or whether she should swoon at his loving touch.
Shyam was watching as Arnav and Khushi teased one another, laughing, joking and touching...it made him sick!
"Enough! Aap dono ko koi sharam hai yah nahin? Hum yahan kaane ayein hoon, tum dono ki prem kahani dekhne nahi!" Shyam said as he stood up throwing his arms in the air. Anjali had been laughing with her brother and Khushiji until this moment, she really didn't know what had happened to her husband, since the wedding he'd been rude, snappish and very angry. She began feeling upset but also angry. Everyone was happy now, why did he keep causing conflicts when he knew she didn't like it.
"Yeh aap kya kehre hai? Khushi and Arnav are only doing what most couples do in fact what we do." Anjali said, Arnav noted his sister pointing out a flaw in her husband and was happy for it, she was beginning to unravel the truth about her husband. That made Arnav feel very happy he knew it would take time but she'd get there.
"Rani Sahiba, meh toh baas-" Shyam began to argue back when Anjali raised her hand.
"Baas. If you don't want to sit here with us then you can feel free to eat upstairs where none of us will disturb you." Anjali said defiantly. Shyam looked enraged, he stormed out of the house all together, Naniji began to leacture Anjali about how she shouldn't have done that but Anjali didn't take much notice, he was her husband and he was behaving in the wrong way and it was her job to set him straight. Khushi felt uncomfortable for a while after Shyam had left until Naniji bought up the party again.
"Naniji mein cartoon lagti hoon kya?" Khushi said pouting and Naniji shook her head but was laughing at the same time, soon the whole table was laughing even Lakshmi was bleeting. Khushi pouted and turned away from them all. Naniji leaned over to Arnav.
"Chotte woh routgaye, jao usko manao." Naniji whispered and Arnav smiled. He stood up and walked over to her, crouching on his knees so he could look up at her, she looked bemused as to why he was over here when he put a hand on her cheek.
"Khushi tum cartoon jaisi nahi lagti." Arnav said softly, Khushi threw his hand away, aware he couldn't be rude in front of his family and she planned on taking full advantage of that fact. Arnav sighed and placed his hand there again. "Jaan." He said softly and Khushi's heart began to melt, did he just call her "Jaan." She looked up. "Main?" Khushi asked slightly bemused. Arnav nodded.
"Tum to meri Jaan hoon, isilye cartoon nahi meri jaan sahiye." He said and Khushi had completely melted. "Do you forgive me?" He asked, she was aware he hadn't apologised and he had embaressed her in front of everyone and now was doing all this in front of everyone but she couldn't help it, she nodded. Arnav went back to his seat everyone at the table were attempting to hide their grins from Arnav and Khushi who didn't really care, they had interlocked hands underneath the table and were in their own little world. Khushi glanced slyly towards Arnavji who was looking at her with pure love. Khushi felt so blessed at that moment.
When everyone was immersed in party planning, Arnav got up pulling Khushi with him, Naniji had spotted them leave as had Anjaliji but they both stayed quiet knowing that they needed their time alone. Arnav pulled her to the poolside and cornered her once more.
"You're looking very beautiful today Jaan." He said breathlessly, leaning in so that their bodies were pressed up against one another.
"Yeh Jaan, Jaan kya hai?" Khushi said in response.
"Kyun? If I can be a laad governor to you can't you be my Jaan, Jaan?" He asked and Khushi blushed looking down. Arnav slid his hand around her waist and placed the other against her cheek. Khushi knew what he was doing, he was playing his game again. She got ready for him to pull away and make a sarcastic comment as he left...but he didn't his lips touched hers waiting for hers to part. Khushi exhaled slightly and then gave into the kiss. At first Arnav kissed her softly and slowly as if intending to seem gentle. But as the kiss continued he became more passionate feeling the need to draw in every inch of Khushi there and then but she pulled away. Arnav looked at her confused and she whispered.
"Kohi humhe dekhra hai." Arnav looked around and saw as Shyam fled the scene of the crime. Arnav groaned deeply, would it be so hard to have one intimate moment with Khushi without that b*stard being around! He looked at Khushi and kissed her forehead.
"I'll deal with this, you don't worry Jaan." He said as he strode away purposefully, his heart full of love and his blood full of rage.
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