Khushi tried to steady her trembling hands as she stared defiantly into Shyam's black eyes. He balled his hands into fists and strode forward, Khushi began to back away.
"Dekhiye, paas maat ao! Acha nahi hoga, mein kara hi hoon!" Khushi warned in a trembling voice, she wanted to be defiant and shout courageously but she couldn't, panic and fear had ebbed its way across her whole body. She had managed to say everything to Shyam this morning because she knew Arnav was upstairs, Di was around as were Jiji, Jijaji, Mamaji, Mamiji and Naniji. As of now there was no one, Khushi had foolishly given the servants the night off also. It was truly just her and the man whom she despised most. He cornered her by the stairs, slamming his arms against the wall, laying his palms flat on them blocking Khushi in. She looked around herself for a way out but found herself dumbstruck. Shyam smiled as he saw her eyes widen with shock. He watched as her breathing quickened, causing her body to quiver.
"Ab kya karogi Khushi? Arnav and you're pyaare family members aren't here to protect you." He said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Khushi had to stop herself from retching, it was the affect he had on her. How could one man be so cheap, so disgusting...so evil? Khushi looked away from him and he pulled her face back to look at hers. He tilted his head as he took in every facet of her. Her eyes, her lips, her flushed cheeks and then his eyes came across something he didn't like. Shyam freed one of his hands, grasped her mangulsutra and ripped it from neck. Khushi gasped aloud as she saw the black beads fall to the floor. She immediatley went to the ground to pick the small beads up, wiping away tears of shock and anger as she did so. This was such an inauspicious sign and considering she was near Shyam it could not be ignored. Shyam smiled as he watched Khushi flail on the ground trying to regroup these small beads. He began to tut, taunting Khushi.
"Yeh kya hua Khushi? Aapki shaadi itne kamzor thi? Bohut bhoora chalo aab hamare paas aon, hum abhi bhi tayaar hai." He said mockingly, holding his arms open. Khushi stood up and before she could think of whether it was a good idea or not Khushi made a run for it. Her legs weren't fast enough though, Shyam caught her and forcefully pushed her to the ground. Khushi felt a searing pain radiate across her body as she hit the ground, particularly in her legs. She attempted to compose herself and stand up but she fell to the ground again. She must have bruised a bone or sprained something because she couldn't get up. She began to slide away from him trying desperately not to cry in front of him as she knew that would only encourage him.
Shyam leant down and pulled Khushi's dupatta away and Khushi immediatley raised her hands to cover herself. "Yaad hain Khushi, it was me who had returned this to you from those evil men in Lucknow? I had saved you that day and you never even thought twice about giving yourself to someone else despite everything I'd done for us." He said as he screwed up the dupatta and threw it away. Khushi trembled at his words, too scared to speak up. He turned and bent down towards her raising his hand to wipe away her tears.
"Yeh kya Khushi, aap rori hoon?" He said softly but then he changed to angry again quickly as the bright red sindoor caught Shyam's predatorial eye. He wiped it away violently, smearing red across Khushi's forehead.
"Aapne toh mere barein mein socha tak nahi jaab tumne yeh kadam uttaya tah." Shyam said as he shook her violently and Khushi bit her lips to suppress her cries. He held on tightly to Khushi.
"I did so much for you Khushi and it wasn't enough. I found you in Lucknow, then in Delhi, I moved into that small hole of a house to be close to you, I made the effort to get along with your family even your father and when he came to know of Rani Sahiba I put him in his state to protect you from the hurt he wished to cause you by telling you the truth." Shyam said feeling admirable about his actions. Khushi looked up in shock at Shyam, Babuji? Her Babuji was in a wheelchair, unable to speak or walk because of...Shyam? She felt sick. "Then when you broke off our engagement I tried to break my marriage but once again you didn't understand, I couldn't just divorce Anjali, I wouldn't get any money and how would I provide for you without her money? So I arranged her car accident lekin uski toh kismaat uchi thi joh bachgaye. Then if I tried anything else people would have become suspicious." Shaym said all this seeming logical to him, Khushi couldn't even comprehend what he was saying, was what he did to her father not enough that he tried to kill such a sweet and loving woman like Di?
"So then I thought I could deal with Rani Sahiba later once I got rid of her knight in shining armour, Arnav." He said and Khushi's heart stopped. "I arranged the accident." Shyam admitted bowing his head at that but then shaking Khushi to convince her of his innocence. "But I never meant to hurt you, it was just supposed to be Arnav, I never wanted to hurt you. Everything I've done Khushi was for you and its STILL NOT ENOUGH!" He shouted at her and she trembled more. "Lekin aab bohut hogaya, aaj raath tum meri hogi. Baas!" He said as he began to lean towards her. Khushi's gut retched and she more forcefully pulled away from him and struggled against his grip. Her breathing was extremely fast as the panic rose, He smiled and pulled his hand towards her face and pulled it closer to his. Shyam felt content once he had done this it would all be over, all would be right in the world. Shyam closed his eyes ready to experience what he'd been waiting so long for when he felt a searing pain against his jaw which sent him crashing against the ground. Khushi looked up to see Arnav and behind him the whole family who were comforting a very angry and upset Anjali. Khushi didn't know where to look, her state at that moment and everything Shyam had said, did they know? They must know why else would Anjali be so upset?
Arnav however was not upset, he was angry, angry he let this happen. He heard the snake's admission to stalking Khushi, to him hurting Khushi's Babuji, him hurting Di, him trying to kill Arnav but Khushi being the one who suffered. He heard it all, he knew something was wrong when Khushi didn't answer his phone a few minutes after they left, he was calling because someone at the party knew a doctor who could help Khushi's Babuji but he couldn't remember all the details of his illness, he rang Khushi and when she didn't pick up he left immediatley and the whole family followed. They entered the house just as Shyam was beginning to admit to his crimes, Akash called the Police immediately and used his phone to record Shyam's confession. The Police were on their way but from the state Khushi and Di were in, Arnav was in no mood to play nice. He grabbed Shyam and began to beat him mercilessly his rage completely unleashed today. He thought of every tear, every injury and every difficulty Di and Khushi had faced because of this man. He recalled how Shyam nearly got away with raping his wife and he couldn't handle it. Akash ran up to Arnav and stopped him as the Police came in and ushered Shyam out. Shyam was in a comatose state and unable to respond to what was going on but Anjali made no defence on his part. She wanted a divorce, she wanted nothing to do with this man, she would have her baby and raise it lovingly in this house with her family far away from that man. Arnav calmed down and turned to see Khushi on the floor. Her dupatta was strewn on the floor a few feet from her, her sindoor smeared across her forehead, her kajol smeared from her tears, her magulsutra was broken and the beads scattered across the floor. This was the state she was in now. Arnav recalled that night he went to the Mandhir and prayed for Khushi to become well again and the promise he made rang clear in his ears. " I promise you that if you make her well again I will do right by her. I will never hurt her or upset her. I will put her need above mine always." Right now she needed stabilty, she had needed protection and he hadn't given it to her and she needed to be happy...was he really the one who could give her all that. Payal lifted her sister up from the ground, both crying and they went to go get her cleaned up. Arnav had a lot of thinking to do now. Khushi and he loved each other, but they had married on the agreement that they were to bring out Shyam's truth only and then they would go back to their lives. Shyam was now exposed so where did that leave them? They were happy for a time but Arnav couldn't help but recall all the fights, harsh words and hurt they had caused each other over the space of their relationship from the first time he'd seen her. He also realised it was he who caused most of the hurt...Khushi deserved better.
Khushi came out of the bathroom after showering, she washed away any traces Shyam had had on her life and now wanted to start afresh. She sat down at her vanity table and was about to put her sindoor in her parting when Arnav's voice stopped her.
"You know, you can leave now if you want." He said and Khushi's hand froze as she took in his words. Her hands shook and the sindoor fell from her fingertips as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. "The deal was I would protect you from Shyam and we would expose him to Di. That's done now, so you can leave any time you want." He said and Khushi held back her tears. Was that it? Was that what this was to him? A deal? She knew at first it seemed like that but after all they'd shared. After all they'd been through. She gave him...everything. Now this was his polite way of saying "get out". Khushi composed herself, she wasn't going to break this time. If this was what he wanted then so be it. She went to the wardrobe, got out a suitcase and began packing her belongings. Arnav watched helplessly as he saw her throw in her sarees, suits, dresses, shoes, jewellery...everything into a black bag. He had decided to give her the decision to leave or not. He had hoped she'd chose not, but who could blame her for wanting to leave after everything? But he had hoped that despite everything, she'd want to stay...maybe this was it for the two of them.
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Sunday, 25 March 2012
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Dark Paradise Chapter Twenty Seven
Khushi saw Akash leave her room and decided to try and placate her Bholu, after all if he was angry it was because he cared, he had a funny way of showing it but that's what made him Arnav. She leant against the frame of their bedroom door as she saw him furiously typing away on his laptop. She cleared her throat loudly. Arnav looked up and acknowledged Khushi's presence with a grimace and then went back to typing. Khushi gawked at this, uski itne himaat. She was here taking the first step in making up after their fight and he, laad governor khabi nahi suderenga, Khushi thought to herself. She cleared her throat once more but Arnav ignored her. This time Khushi walked up to him with her hands on her hips and cleared her throat once more with such might her throat actually began to hurt. Arnav looked up lazily.
"Khushi you should have some pani if your throat is hurting. Yahaan mera saar na kao, kuch dawaii kao." He said smugly.
"Mera gala aab teek hai, shukriya Raizada saab apne humein toh itne toh importance dee humse baath ki." Khushi said with a slight grin and Arnav moaned, she wasn't going to let him get anything done until he'd made up with her.
"Kya chati hoon?" Arnav asked bluntly.
"Hai! Toda pyaar se baat kiya toh karo. Jaise filmo mein karte phir toh tum hero zyaada aur villain kum lagenga." Khushi said as she tried to hide her smirk.
"What do you mean by that? Do I look like some kind of villain to you?" Arnav asked standing up after slamming his laptop, Khushi jumped from the sudden movement.
"Nahi, I was just saying you'd be more like a hero if you talked sweetly and softly to me. Like Akash jiju does with Jiji." Khushi said whilst smiling as she recalled how sweet those two love-birds were.
"Aap kya chati hoon? Main har waqt tumhe halke se pukaro, Khushiji." Arnav said with a mock shyness as he imitated Akash. "Phir tum mujshe kahoge, Arnavji, phir main kahoga, Khushiji etc etc and we'd end up spending all day going ji ji. Just like your pyare Jiju and Jiji." Arnav said and Khushi pouted.
"Aap meri Jiji ka mazaaq urare hoon?" She asked offended moving closer to him pointing her finger at his face.
"No, I'm making fun of my brother, thank you!" Arnav said as he pulled her hand away from his face. They were very close at this moment and very angry. When it occurred to both of them that they couldn't recall what they were angry about.
"Arnav, I'm sorry." Khushi said, she knew there was only one way to end this. Arnav looked at her trying to hide a grin, she was his wife after all, he knew how difficult it was for her to say that. He cupped her face.
"Oh Khushiji, there's no need to get upset about it. Besides you look very ugly when you frown." He said jokingly and Khushi's brow furrowed further as she whacked Arnav on the chest.
"Don't call me Khushiji and you just called me ugly!" Khushi squeeled as she tried to pull away from him, but Arnav grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him with force. Her chest collided with his and he snared his arms tightly around her waist.
"Kyun, you wanted me to talk to you lovingly and I was, Khushiji." He said purposefully trying to irritate her, so he could appreciate her scrunched up brow for a little longer. Khushi was trying to wriggle out of his grip but it was too strong.
"Stop saying "ji" after my name, I don't like it. Anyway calling me ugly isn't loving." Khushi said as she looked away from Arnav, her long tresses created a barrier between their faces. Arnav raised one of his hands and gently pushed her hair back.
"Khushi." He said huskily and Khushi could feel her insides melt, she looked up at him, unwillingly, with eyes full of desire. "Tum haar waqt aachi lagti hoon. But I don't like it when you're upset and angry, its my job to handle all that stuff, you Mrs. Raizada are meant to be happy, am I not right, Khushi?" He said adding extra emphasis to her name and she smiled and nodded. He cupped her face once more and bought it closer to his own and gently kissed Khushi. Khushi responded happily by wrapping her arms around his neck as Arnav moved his hands lower to enfold around her waist. He pulled her closer towards him and they both began to kiss each other more feverishly. Arnav was about to throw his jacket on the floor when he stopped suddenlt turning still.
"Chott neeche ajao kahna tayaar hai!" Anjali bellowed and Arnav let out a deep groan.
"Di ko issi waqt kahne ki liye bhulana tah!" Arnav said more to himself than Khushi, but she overheard and giggled.She kissed him lightly on the lips and then pushed him away.
"Ab toh tumhe intazaar karna parega." She said as she ran out of the room giggling. Arnav began to chase after her but then remembered he wasn't five. He composed himself and made his way downstairs.
Arnav made his way to his seat next to Khushi who was sat at the table with a very smug look on her face. Arnav hid his smile as he sat down next to her and began to pour in his food.
"Payalji, zara sabji pass karo." Akash said to Payal, who nodded and passed it to him. Arnav and Khushi looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically. Everyone turned to them with confusion.
"Arre chotte, humhein bhi batao kya hai hasaane wali chees. Its got to be good if it made you laugh!" Anjali speculated. Arnav took some deep breaths and then responded after slightly composing himself.
"Nahin Di, aisa kuch nahi, I just remembered something I said to Khushi upstairs." He said and Anjali stopped herself from smiling.
"Okay chotte, I catch your drift we don't need to know what you and Bhabi talk about in your bedroom." Anjali teased and Khushi blushed. After a few more sniggers at the table everyone began to eat. Khushi eagerly piled parotah upon parotah on her plate but when she tore some off to eat it she suddenly felt nauseous. She ignored it and began to eat. But halfway through her second parotah Khushi couldn't control herself and ran towards the bathroom covering her mouth. Arnav noticed this and quickly cleaned his hands and followed his wife. He reached the bathroom where he saw Khushi retching her guts out over the toilet. The sight was not pretty but he could only sympathise with her. He went towards her and pulled her hair back and stroked her back trying not to grimace at the awful sounds Khushi was making at that moment. After a few minutes Khushi was done. Arnav helped her up to the sink where she rinsed out her mouth and washed her face.
"Hari Prakash! Paani leyaon!" Arnav bellowed as Khushi patted her face dry with a towel. Arnav took the water off HP and raised it to Khushi's mouth, Khushi drank about half of it and then pulled away. Arnav understood she was done and placed it back on the tray and HP left.
"Tumhe ho kya gaya Khushi?" Arnav asked concerned as he stroked her flushed cheeks.
"Kuch nahi Arnav, woh humne obviously zyada kaliya. I was laughing so hard before and then I ate so much when my stomach was hurting from laughter so this was my punishment." Khushi said lightly and Arnav frowned.
"Tum bhi na Khushi. You need to learn to eat according to need and stop eating with your eyes. Jaha bhi khana dekhti hoon utake zaara kaha jati hoon!" Arnav complained, Khushi was about to frown but she knew he was right.
"Acha babba, tum sahi aur hum galaat. Tum jaon naa, tum khalon, I'm going upstairs to lie down." Khushi said.
Later that day it was turning to the evening and everyone was getting ready to go out to the Verma's daughter's engagement party. Khushi sat on her bed as she saw Arnav pull on his jacket and spray his cologne. He looked around confused and she spotted his tie on the bed next to her, it was a deep blue which bought a little colour to his sleek black suit. She got up and pulled him close as she began to tie his tie.
"Jaante hoon, aaj toh saab ladkia tumhein line maroge." Khushi said slightly glumly. She knew this would happen, he was Arnav Singh Raizada married or not women would try their luck. Especially considering his wife would be at home because she was ill.
"Tum kahaon toh hum yahaan rukte. Vaise bhi, I hate these parties, always so dull and everyone's so fake. I'd rather much be here with you." He said. Khushi half smiled as she finished tying his tie.
"Nahi na, ucha nahi lagenga. Woh toh iss ghar ki purani dost hai. If you don't go they'll be offended." Khushi said trying to be the mature one. Of course she'd prefer him to stay with her, the two of them alone in the house...nothing sounded better to Khushi. But she knew he had responsibilities to uphold and it wouldn't be fair to be selfish. Arnav wanted to stay because he wanted to keep an eye on Khushi, she'd been so unwell recently. His maan really didn't feel like leaving her.
"I'll call you every half an hour to check up on you." He said and Khushi nodded.
"Make sure you answer." He said and she nodded.
"Charge your phone now so it doesn't run out of battery." He warned her and she nodded once more.
"I'll try and get home as early as possible." He said and Khushi moaned.
"Arre tum jaon tab na! You can't come back unless you leave, now go!" She said as she pushed him out of the doors. Arnav smiled as he made his way to the car, everyone would be out tonight so that's why he'd been so nagging about Khushi, he couldn't help it, he didn't want to lose her again. The Raizada's left the mansion and Khushi made her way downstairs with a copy of "Hum Aapke Hain Kaun" in hand ready to start her evening. She had put the DVD in when a sound stopped her in her tracks. The front door had just shut, Khushi bet it was Arnav who would have decided to stay now. Khushi turned with a smile which soon fell as she saw Shyam standing in the hallway, in the empty house with just the two of them there.
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"Khushi you should have some pani if your throat is hurting. Yahaan mera saar na kao, kuch dawaii kao." He said smugly.
"Mera gala aab teek hai, shukriya Raizada saab apne humein toh itne toh importance dee humse baath ki." Khushi said with a slight grin and Arnav moaned, she wasn't going to let him get anything done until he'd made up with her.
"Kya chati hoon?" Arnav asked bluntly.
"Hai! Toda pyaar se baat kiya toh karo. Jaise filmo mein karte phir toh tum hero zyaada aur villain kum lagenga." Khushi said as she tried to hide her smirk.
"What do you mean by that? Do I look like some kind of villain to you?" Arnav asked standing up after slamming his laptop, Khushi jumped from the sudden movement.
"Nahi, I was just saying you'd be more like a hero if you talked sweetly and softly to me. Like Akash jiju does with Jiji." Khushi said whilst smiling as she recalled how sweet those two love-birds were.
"Aap kya chati hoon? Main har waqt tumhe halke se pukaro, Khushiji." Arnav said with a mock shyness as he imitated Akash. "Phir tum mujshe kahoge, Arnavji, phir main kahoga, Khushiji etc etc and we'd end up spending all day going ji ji. Just like your pyare Jiju and Jiji." Arnav said and Khushi pouted.
"Aap meri Jiji ka mazaaq urare hoon?" She asked offended moving closer to him pointing her finger at his face.
"No, I'm making fun of my brother, thank you!" Arnav said as he pulled her hand away from his face. They were very close at this moment and very angry. When it occurred to both of them that they couldn't recall what they were angry about.
"Arnav, I'm sorry." Khushi said, she knew there was only one way to end this. Arnav looked at her trying to hide a grin, she was his wife after all, he knew how difficult it was for her to say that. He cupped her face.
"Oh Khushiji, there's no need to get upset about it. Besides you look very ugly when you frown." He said jokingly and Khushi's brow furrowed further as she whacked Arnav on the chest.
"Don't call me Khushiji and you just called me ugly!" Khushi squeeled as she tried to pull away from him, but Arnav grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him with force. Her chest collided with his and he snared his arms tightly around her waist.
"Kyun, you wanted me to talk to you lovingly and I was, Khushiji." He said purposefully trying to irritate her, so he could appreciate her scrunched up brow for a little longer. Khushi was trying to wriggle out of his grip but it was too strong.
"Stop saying "ji" after my name, I don't like it. Anyway calling me ugly isn't loving." Khushi said as she looked away from Arnav, her long tresses created a barrier between their faces. Arnav raised one of his hands and gently pushed her hair back.
"Khushi." He said huskily and Khushi could feel her insides melt, she looked up at him, unwillingly, with eyes full of desire. "Tum haar waqt aachi lagti hoon. But I don't like it when you're upset and angry, its my job to handle all that stuff, you Mrs. Raizada are meant to be happy, am I not right, Khushi?" He said adding extra emphasis to her name and she smiled and nodded. He cupped her face once more and bought it closer to his own and gently kissed Khushi. Khushi responded happily by wrapping her arms around his neck as Arnav moved his hands lower to enfold around her waist. He pulled her closer towards him and they both began to kiss each other more feverishly. Arnav was about to throw his jacket on the floor when he stopped suddenlt turning still.
"Chott neeche ajao kahna tayaar hai!" Anjali bellowed and Arnav let out a deep groan.
"Di ko issi waqt kahne ki liye bhulana tah!" Arnav said more to himself than Khushi, but she overheard and giggled.She kissed him lightly on the lips and then pushed him away.
"Ab toh tumhe intazaar karna parega." She said as she ran out of the room giggling. Arnav began to chase after her but then remembered he wasn't five. He composed himself and made his way downstairs.
Arnav made his way to his seat next to Khushi who was sat at the table with a very smug look on her face. Arnav hid his smile as he sat down next to her and began to pour in his food.
"Payalji, zara sabji pass karo." Akash said to Payal, who nodded and passed it to him. Arnav and Khushi looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically. Everyone turned to them with confusion.
"Arre chotte, humhein bhi batao kya hai hasaane wali chees. Its got to be good if it made you laugh!" Anjali speculated. Arnav took some deep breaths and then responded after slightly composing himself.
"Nahin Di, aisa kuch nahi, I just remembered something I said to Khushi upstairs." He said and Anjali stopped herself from smiling.
"Okay chotte, I catch your drift we don't need to know what you and Bhabi talk about in your bedroom." Anjali teased and Khushi blushed. After a few more sniggers at the table everyone began to eat. Khushi eagerly piled parotah upon parotah on her plate but when she tore some off to eat it she suddenly felt nauseous. She ignored it and began to eat. But halfway through her second parotah Khushi couldn't control herself and ran towards the bathroom covering her mouth. Arnav noticed this and quickly cleaned his hands and followed his wife. He reached the bathroom where he saw Khushi retching her guts out over the toilet. The sight was not pretty but he could only sympathise with her. He went towards her and pulled her hair back and stroked her back trying not to grimace at the awful sounds Khushi was making at that moment. After a few minutes Khushi was done. Arnav helped her up to the sink where she rinsed out her mouth and washed her face.
"Hari Prakash! Paani leyaon!" Arnav bellowed as Khushi patted her face dry with a towel. Arnav took the water off HP and raised it to Khushi's mouth, Khushi drank about half of it and then pulled away. Arnav understood she was done and placed it back on the tray and HP left.
"Tumhe ho kya gaya Khushi?" Arnav asked concerned as he stroked her flushed cheeks.
"Kuch nahi Arnav, woh humne obviously zyada kaliya. I was laughing so hard before and then I ate so much when my stomach was hurting from laughter so this was my punishment." Khushi said lightly and Arnav frowned.
"Tum bhi na Khushi. You need to learn to eat according to need and stop eating with your eyes. Jaha bhi khana dekhti hoon utake zaara kaha jati hoon!" Arnav complained, Khushi was about to frown but she knew he was right.
"Acha babba, tum sahi aur hum galaat. Tum jaon naa, tum khalon, I'm going upstairs to lie down." Khushi said.
Later that day it was turning to the evening and everyone was getting ready to go out to the Verma's daughter's engagement party. Khushi sat on her bed as she saw Arnav pull on his jacket and spray his cologne. He looked around confused and she spotted his tie on the bed next to her, it was a deep blue which bought a little colour to his sleek black suit. She got up and pulled him close as she began to tie his tie.
"Jaante hoon, aaj toh saab ladkia tumhein line maroge." Khushi said slightly glumly. She knew this would happen, he was Arnav Singh Raizada married or not women would try their luck. Especially considering his wife would be at home because she was ill.
"Tum kahaon toh hum yahaan rukte. Vaise bhi, I hate these parties, always so dull and everyone's so fake. I'd rather much be here with you." He said. Khushi half smiled as she finished tying his tie.
"Nahi na, ucha nahi lagenga. Woh toh iss ghar ki purani dost hai. If you don't go they'll be offended." Khushi said trying to be the mature one. Of course she'd prefer him to stay with her, the two of them alone in the house...nothing sounded better to Khushi. But she knew he had responsibilities to uphold and it wouldn't be fair to be selfish. Arnav wanted to stay because he wanted to keep an eye on Khushi, she'd been so unwell recently. His maan really didn't feel like leaving her.
"I'll call you every half an hour to check up on you." He said and Khushi nodded.
"Make sure you answer." He said and she nodded.
"Charge your phone now so it doesn't run out of battery." He warned her and she nodded once more.
"I'll try and get home as early as possible." He said and Khushi moaned.
"Arre tum jaon tab na! You can't come back unless you leave, now go!" She said as she pushed him out of the doors. Arnav smiled as he made his way to the car, everyone would be out tonight so that's why he'd been so nagging about Khushi, he couldn't help it, he didn't want to lose her again. The Raizada's left the mansion and Khushi made her way downstairs with a copy of "Hum Aapke Hain Kaun" in hand ready to start her evening. She had put the DVD in when a sound stopped her in her tracks. The front door had just shut, Khushi bet it was Arnav who would have decided to stay now. Khushi turned with a smile which soon fell as she saw Shyam standing in the hallway, in the empty house with just the two of them there.
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Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Dark Paradise Chapter Twenty Six
The family had finished the aarti by the time Arnav came downstairs, it was true that he had bowed in front of God when it came to Khushi however this was not something he intended to make a regular occurance in his life. Khushi took the taal and raised it before him and he looked at her questioningly. Khushi widened her eyes and looked from him to the taal and back to him again.
"Aarti." She said and he simply looked more perplexed.
"Yeah, Khushi I know what it is." He said and she frowned.
"Toh loon nah!" Khushi said angrily and Arnav understood what she meant, he sighed and waved his hands around the little diya on the taal and then waved his hands over his head.
"Happy?" He asked in an exasperated tone.
"Extatic!" She replied with a grin as she went to give everyone else the aarti. Arnav grinned to himslef as he watched her hop away merrily. She was completely unaware of how precarious a situation she and he were in. Arnav had taken no immediate action against Shyam because he didn't know how to. How was he supposed to catch this man out? He was so precise with every detail, he never let anyone cotton onto his secret adultrous life until he had an unfortunate slip of the tongue in front of Arnav. That's all he needed, one mistake, one time when he didn't cover his tracks and Arnav would have him. Akash saw the worried look on his brother's face and walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Bhai." Akash said bringing Arnav's attention back to his surroundings rather than Shyam, Arnav looked up at Akash. "Di was telling me that Shyam stormed out of the house before the pooja, apparently he had some, "work" to attend to." Akash said and Arnav could see how distraught his sister was from here. "I think something happened between him and Bhabi." Akash speculated after his conversation with Anjali. Arnav nodded and looked at Khushi again. He should have seen it. Her smile was too wide, her eyes gave an unnatural warmness and she was messing with the pallu of her saree. Of course something happened with Shyam, why else would she be acting in such a forced manner. After the family had dispersed to their respective rooms Khushi decided to make her way to see Payal and catch up when Arnav suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the kitchen. Khushi looked at him with shock, what did he have planned now?
"Arnav, choriye humara haath, humein kaam hai." Khushi said as she tried to release her wrist from his grip.
"Khushi don't lie to me." He said simply.
Khushi looked at him blankly and Arnav shook his head slightly breathing long, concentrated breaths. Khushi noticed this and realised he was either angry, stressed or both.
"Did Shyam say anything to you today?" Arnav asked and Khushi began to panic, she didn't want to think of her exchange with that man. She genuinely wished she could forget him, forget all the pain, sadness and stress he'd caused in her life. But everywhere she went he was there and when he wasn't there in person people said things that reminded her of him.
"Arnav mujhe iss baath par discussion nahi karna. I have a headache please." She said and she tried to shake him off but he didn't let go.
"Khushi..." Arnav said as he looked at her with painfully longing eyes, she knew he needed to know this after all it wasn't just Khushi who was in Shyam's destructive path there was Di too. She took a deep breath and began to explain how he had cornered her in the Mandhir and tried to talk to her and how she had flatly rejected him. This shocked Arnav, he knew Khushi was bold but it took real bravery to say all that in the face of a psyco like Shyam.
"Mujhe daar lagra, kahi woh kuch...karna jaye." Khushi said her eyes welled up at the idea of anymore pain in her life. Arnav immediatley wrapped her in his arms and soothed her.
"Hey, come on Khushi. You know jab takh main hoon, I wont let anything happen to you." He said as he stroked her hair, he pulled away and brushed the tears off her face. When he saw a flicker in her eyes from worry to relief to confusion. He felt her body go slack in his hands and her eyes closed as she slipped into darkness. Arnav caught her and lifted her into his arms.
"KHUSHI!" He shouted trying to wake her up but she was out of it. Arnav shouted to the entire household as he lay her down on a lounger in the living room. Payal hurriedly rang the doctor as Arnav held tightly onto her hand and stroked her face. The Doctor took a while to get there by which point Khushi had regained concioussness.
"Arre, I've said I'm fine haven't I? Uff iss saab ki kya zuroorath hai?" Khushi complained and Arnav glared at her.
"Oh yeah right, two minutes ago you were unresponsive and now you're fine. Yeah like I'm going to believe that." He said and looked away from her to the Doctor. The Doctor simply stated what he had previous times, that it appeared to be a one time occurance and Khushi should try to take care of herself more and stay away from stressful situations and he left. Arnav stood with his arms crossed.
"I think we need a new Doctor." He said and everyone gawped at him.
"Chotte yeh Doctor humare khandani doctor hai, yeh poore sheher ki best doctor hai." Naniji said.
"Then why does Khushi keep getting ill?" Arnav challenged and Khushi exhaled deeply.
"I don't know maybe its because my pathi makes a mountain out of a molehill about everything!" Khushi complained and Anjali hid a snigger. Arnav clenched his jaw.
"Fine! Whatever I have work. Akash come with me." He said and they both headed up to Arnav's room.
"So much anger in one man, its actually unbelievable." Khushi said in awe.
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"Aarti." She said and he simply looked more perplexed.
"Yeah, Khushi I know what it is." He said and she frowned.
"Toh loon nah!" Khushi said angrily and Arnav understood what she meant, he sighed and waved his hands around the little diya on the taal and then waved his hands over his head.
"Happy?" He asked in an exasperated tone.
"Extatic!" She replied with a grin as she went to give everyone else the aarti. Arnav grinned to himslef as he watched her hop away merrily. She was completely unaware of how precarious a situation she and he were in. Arnav had taken no immediate action against Shyam because he didn't know how to. How was he supposed to catch this man out? He was so precise with every detail, he never let anyone cotton onto his secret adultrous life until he had an unfortunate slip of the tongue in front of Arnav. That's all he needed, one mistake, one time when he didn't cover his tracks and Arnav would have him. Akash saw the worried look on his brother's face and walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Bhai." Akash said bringing Arnav's attention back to his surroundings rather than Shyam, Arnav looked up at Akash. "Di was telling me that Shyam stormed out of the house before the pooja, apparently he had some, "work" to attend to." Akash said and Arnav could see how distraught his sister was from here. "I think something happened between him and Bhabi." Akash speculated after his conversation with Anjali. Arnav nodded and looked at Khushi again. He should have seen it. Her smile was too wide, her eyes gave an unnatural warmness and she was messing with the pallu of her saree. Of course something happened with Shyam, why else would she be acting in such a forced manner. After the family had dispersed to their respective rooms Khushi decided to make her way to see Payal and catch up when Arnav suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the kitchen. Khushi looked at him with shock, what did he have planned now?
"Arnav, choriye humara haath, humein kaam hai." Khushi said as she tried to release her wrist from his grip.
"Khushi don't lie to me." He said simply.
Khushi looked at him blankly and Arnav shook his head slightly breathing long, concentrated breaths. Khushi noticed this and realised he was either angry, stressed or both.
"Did Shyam say anything to you today?" Arnav asked and Khushi began to panic, she didn't want to think of her exchange with that man. She genuinely wished she could forget him, forget all the pain, sadness and stress he'd caused in her life. But everywhere she went he was there and when he wasn't there in person people said things that reminded her of him.
"Arnav mujhe iss baath par discussion nahi karna. I have a headache please." She said and she tried to shake him off but he didn't let go.
"Khushi..." Arnav said as he looked at her with painfully longing eyes, she knew he needed to know this after all it wasn't just Khushi who was in Shyam's destructive path there was Di too. She took a deep breath and began to explain how he had cornered her in the Mandhir and tried to talk to her and how she had flatly rejected him. This shocked Arnav, he knew Khushi was bold but it took real bravery to say all that in the face of a psyco like Shyam.
"Mujhe daar lagra, kahi woh kuch...karna jaye." Khushi said her eyes welled up at the idea of anymore pain in her life. Arnav immediatley wrapped her in his arms and soothed her.
"Hey, come on Khushi. You know jab takh main hoon, I wont let anything happen to you." He said as he stroked her hair, he pulled away and brushed the tears off her face. When he saw a flicker in her eyes from worry to relief to confusion. He felt her body go slack in his hands and her eyes closed as she slipped into darkness. Arnav caught her and lifted her into his arms.
"KHUSHI!" He shouted trying to wake her up but she was out of it. Arnav shouted to the entire household as he lay her down on a lounger in the living room. Payal hurriedly rang the doctor as Arnav held tightly onto her hand and stroked her face. The Doctor took a while to get there by which point Khushi had regained concioussness.
"Arre, I've said I'm fine haven't I? Uff iss saab ki kya zuroorath hai?" Khushi complained and Arnav glared at her.
"Oh yeah right, two minutes ago you were unresponsive and now you're fine. Yeah like I'm going to believe that." He said and looked away from her to the Doctor. The Doctor simply stated what he had previous times, that it appeared to be a one time occurance and Khushi should try to take care of herself more and stay away from stressful situations and he left. Arnav stood with his arms crossed.
"I think we need a new Doctor." He said and everyone gawped at him.
"Chotte yeh Doctor humare khandani doctor hai, yeh poore sheher ki best doctor hai." Naniji said.
"Then why does Khushi keep getting ill?" Arnav challenged and Khushi exhaled deeply.
"I don't know maybe its because my pathi makes a mountain out of a molehill about everything!" Khushi complained and Anjali hid a snigger. Arnav clenched his jaw.
"Fine! Whatever I have work. Akash come with me." He said and they both headed up to Arnav's room.
"So much anger in one man, its actually unbelievable." Khushi said in awe.
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Sunday, 18 March 2012
Dark Paradise Chapter Twenty Five
Khushi woke up early that morning as she knew it was her first day where she could do anything she wanted. She could get up and get ready without Payal, walk downstairs without Arnav shouting at her before hand telling her, "not to exhaust herself", she could walk wherever she fancied without someone telling her to go upstairs and rest. Khushi felt happy that now everything would go back to normal. She sat up and clipped her hair up, she went to the wardrobe and picked out a bright yellow saree and smiled to herself as she went to go get ready. By the time she got out of the shower Arnav was beginning to wake up, he groaned, frowned and then reached across the bed trying to embrace Khushi but instead he received handfuls of their duvet.
"What the-" Arnav moaned, even in his sleep Khushi couldn't believe him sometimes. He rubbed his eyes and sat up as he saw Khushi stood before him grinning, she was running a towel through her wet hair and droplets fell onto her yellow saree. Arnav smiled, he'd missed seeing his wife up and about, even if she thought he had some stupid conspiracy theory to keep her bedridden the rest of her life. He got up and walked over to her putting his hands on her shoulders. Khushi looked up at him smiling.
"Aaj aap kuch nahi kehsakte. I'm completely healthy and the Doctor gave my fever the all clear. So in the words of our favourite Mamiji, hello, hi, bye, bye Arnav. I have a lot to do today!" She said as she wriggled out of his arms. Arnav grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him close to his body.
"Itne jaldi kyun Mrs. Raizada? Abhi toh kuch waqt baki hai aarti se pehle, if you know what I mean?" Arnav said with a devilish grin. Khushi's eyes widened in shock and she tried to push her husband away.
"Aap bhi nah! Chi! Kaisi baatein karte." Khushi said as her cheeks blushed blood red. Arnav ran his fingers across her blush line.
"Kyun kuch galaat kaha maine? Patni ho tum meri, aur I believe this is all allowed between husband and wife varna bache kaha se aathe?" Arnav teased Khushi and she looked up at him shocked.
"Baache aur aap! HA!" Khushi said as she errupted into laughter and Arnav looked back at her bemused. He hadn't meant that they should have children he just meant that that's how they made their entry into the world but he was offended by Khushi's enjoyment at the idea that Arnav was bad with kids.
"Kyun, what's wrong with me and kids?" Arnav asked and Khushi had to force herself not to laugh.
"Aapko yaad nahi, kanyaon ki pooja mein? I had to hide all the kids just because Di was afraid your mood may go off!" Khushi said.
Arnav recalled this event and felt slightly angry, she had him there, he couldn't deny it.
"Hah toh, I could be very good with kids in the future. Just when I have work to do I don't want screaming, loud, crying children running around me." Arnav said with genuine distaste.
"Not all children cry all the time, maybe you did as a child. Lekin bohut saare baache pyaare hotein, nanehse, cutese aur pyaarese hotein. Uske chotte chotte haath, aak, naak, perh aur uske chotte chotte kaparein. Sabh kuch kitna sweetsa hai, don't you think?" Khushi asked and Arnav grimaced.
"Khushi you need a doll not a child. Tumhe aandaza bhi hai ki baache ko sambalna kitne baari baath hothi hai. I mean you have so many responsibilities with their health, education and all the other necessary needs. They are a big investment both with time and money." Arnav said and Khushi pulled away in shock.
"You think of kids as an investment?!" Khushi asked unable to fathom it.
"Logically yes-" Arnav began.
"Hai Devi Maiyaan, mein kya karu iss bholu naath ke saath!" Khushi said as she raised her hand to her forehead. Arnav shook his head.
"Whatever lets leave that discussion for another day, I'm going to go get ready, you go do your aarti and whatever." Arnav said dismissively and Khushi smiled to herself thinking of how he would never change. Khushi went downstairs and began to get things ready for the aarti when Shyam appeared behind her.
"Khushiji-" He began when Khushi simply got up and began to walk away. He grabbed her arms forcefully. "Nahi app aisa nahi karsakti! Do you even understand what I've been going through these past few months? Ever since you married him- then you had an accident and now-. Now you don't even want to talk to me. What have I done? Maine kaun sa paap kiya joh tum mere saath aisa bhartav karhi hoon?" Shyam asked Khushi. Khushi forced his hands off of her.
"Paap? Tum Mandhir mein hothe mujhse poochre ki kaun sa paap kiya? Tumhe yaad nahi voh vaade, voh kasame, voh phere jo tumne Di ke saath liye teh?" Khushi asked Shyam but he only looked away in response to her words. "No you don't do you. But I remember every single moment of my marriage to my husband, every vow, every promise and every single round we took in the Mandhir together. I love him. I do not love you. I never loved you. If anyone has the right to touch me, to look at me and to be concerned for me its Arnav not you! You mean nothing to me!" Khushi said to Shyam in a rage, she'd had enough of him. Things had settled down in her life and she did not want him to interfere anymore. Shyam looked like he was about to break down, he had already been on edge but Khushi had just pushed him off the deep end. He raised his hands to grab her once again when Anjali walked into the Mandhir.
"Arre kya hua? Tum dono tik hai?" Anjali asked as she saw the look of severity on both their faces.
"Kuch nahi Di, Jijaji was just asking how I am and I told him. Aaiye aarti shuroo karte." Khushi responded and then turned her back on Shyam and moved farther into the Mandhir, Anjali smiled and looked at Shyam.
"Chaliye." Anjali said as she went to wrap her arm around his but Shyam pulled his away.
"Aap jaayein, mujhe kaam hain." He said and then stormed out of the house.
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"What the-" Arnav moaned, even in his sleep Khushi couldn't believe him sometimes. He rubbed his eyes and sat up as he saw Khushi stood before him grinning, she was running a towel through her wet hair and droplets fell onto her yellow saree. Arnav smiled, he'd missed seeing his wife up and about, even if she thought he had some stupid conspiracy theory to keep her bedridden the rest of her life. He got up and walked over to her putting his hands on her shoulders. Khushi looked up at him smiling.
"Aaj aap kuch nahi kehsakte. I'm completely healthy and the Doctor gave my fever the all clear. So in the words of our favourite Mamiji, hello, hi, bye, bye Arnav. I have a lot to do today!" She said as she wriggled out of his arms. Arnav grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him close to his body.
"Itne jaldi kyun Mrs. Raizada? Abhi toh kuch waqt baki hai aarti se pehle, if you know what I mean?" Arnav said with a devilish grin. Khushi's eyes widened in shock and she tried to push her husband away.
"Aap bhi nah! Chi! Kaisi baatein karte." Khushi said as her cheeks blushed blood red. Arnav ran his fingers across her blush line.
"Kyun kuch galaat kaha maine? Patni ho tum meri, aur I believe this is all allowed between husband and wife varna bache kaha se aathe?" Arnav teased Khushi and she looked up at him shocked.
"Baache aur aap! HA!" Khushi said as she errupted into laughter and Arnav looked back at her bemused. He hadn't meant that they should have children he just meant that that's how they made their entry into the world but he was offended by Khushi's enjoyment at the idea that Arnav was bad with kids.
"Kyun, what's wrong with me and kids?" Arnav asked and Khushi had to force herself not to laugh.
"Aapko yaad nahi, kanyaon ki pooja mein? I had to hide all the kids just because Di was afraid your mood may go off!" Khushi said.
Arnav recalled this event and felt slightly angry, she had him there, he couldn't deny it.
"Hah toh, I could be very good with kids in the future. Just when I have work to do I don't want screaming, loud, crying children running around me." Arnav said with genuine distaste.
"Not all children cry all the time, maybe you did as a child. Lekin bohut saare baache pyaare hotein, nanehse, cutese aur pyaarese hotein. Uske chotte chotte haath, aak, naak, perh aur uske chotte chotte kaparein. Sabh kuch kitna sweetsa hai, don't you think?" Khushi asked and Arnav grimaced.
"Khushi you need a doll not a child. Tumhe aandaza bhi hai ki baache ko sambalna kitne baari baath hothi hai. I mean you have so many responsibilities with their health, education and all the other necessary needs. They are a big investment both with time and money." Arnav said and Khushi pulled away in shock.
"You think of kids as an investment?!" Khushi asked unable to fathom it.
"Logically yes-" Arnav began.
"Hai Devi Maiyaan, mein kya karu iss bholu naath ke saath!" Khushi said as she raised her hand to her forehead. Arnav shook his head.
"Whatever lets leave that discussion for another day, I'm going to go get ready, you go do your aarti and whatever." Arnav said dismissively and Khushi smiled to herself thinking of how he would never change. Khushi went downstairs and began to get things ready for the aarti when Shyam appeared behind her.
"Khushiji-" He began when Khushi simply got up and began to walk away. He grabbed her arms forcefully. "Nahi app aisa nahi karsakti! Do you even understand what I've been going through these past few months? Ever since you married him- then you had an accident and now-. Now you don't even want to talk to me. What have I done? Maine kaun sa paap kiya joh tum mere saath aisa bhartav karhi hoon?" Shyam asked Khushi. Khushi forced his hands off of her.
"Paap? Tum Mandhir mein hothe mujhse poochre ki kaun sa paap kiya? Tumhe yaad nahi voh vaade, voh kasame, voh phere jo tumne Di ke saath liye teh?" Khushi asked Shyam but he only looked away in response to her words. "No you don't do you. But I remember every single moment of my marriage to my husband, every vow, every promise and every single round we took in the Mandhir together. I love him. I do not love you. I never loved you. If anyone has the right to touch me, to look at me and to be concerned for me its Arnav not you! You mean nothing to me!" Khushi said to Shyam in a rage, she'd had enough of him. Things had settled down in her life and she did not want him to interfere anymore. Shyam looked like he was about to break down, he had already been on edge but Khushi had just pushed him off the deep end. He raised his hands to grab her once again when Anjali walked into the Mandhir.
"Arre kya hua? Tum dono tik hai?" Anjali asked as she saw the look of severity on both their faces.
"Kuch nahi Di, Jijaji was just asking how I am and I told him. Aaiye aarti shuroo karte." Khushi responded and then turned her back on Shyam and moved farther into the Mandhir, Anjali smiled and looked at Shyam.
"Chaliye." Anjali said as she went to wrap her arm around his but Shyam pulled his away.
"Aap jaayein, mujhe kaam hain." He said and then stormed out of the house.
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Friday, 16 March 2012
Dark Paradise Chapter Twenty Four
Shyam sat in his room frustrated Khushi had been back from the hospital for two weeks now. Arnav was with her all the time and when or if he wasn't Payal was and neither of them let him near her. Khushi's recovery was going well so if she was downstairs one day, Shyam had to be upstairs and he was most certainly not allowed in their room. It was as though Arnav had her caged, he had no way in, he didn't even know how she was. It was maddening, all day he listened to Anjali chirp on about her cravings, morning sickness and how wonderful an experience this was and what a blessing this child was. But for Shyam a child was like a curse, he knew Khushi would never accept him now, she loved him, she had to but this, this was too much, even he knew that. It was all Anjali and Arnav's fault. Had they not interfered Khushi would be Mrs. Shyam Manohar Jha by now instead of Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada. Anjali had begun to discuss a nursery with Shyam.
"Vaisa, humara ghar khab tayaar hoga?" Anjali asked Shyam, it was logical for them to move out of Shantivan by now. After all how long could they live in her maternal home? Then they needed room for the baby. Anjali had decided they needed to move out.
"I don't know." Shyam said gruffly and Anjali grimaced. Shyam had very little to say recently, he was always so quiet and uninterested. That was at least until she mentioned Khushiji and her recovery. Maybe he was just stressed about who had been doing all this. After all Anjali herself had been the victim of an arranged accident and the police had suggested it was a repeat offender. Anjali knew it must have bothered her husband but as of late he just had a cold demeanour which Anjali disliked, she prayed for strength but found it futile in the face of his obvious boredom. Khushi was sat impatiently on the bed as the doctor checked her blood pressure. She felt fine now, she could walk largely on her own, she got ready in the morning by herself and she didn't feel confused or disorientated anymore. Yes there was a fogginess every now and then but the doctor said that was to be expected after what Khushi had been through. But no Arnav was not satisfied to say she was okay until the Doctor had checked her out.
"Well Mr.Raizada Khushi appears to have made a very strong recovery. I see no reason why I need to visit so regularly now. Maybe once every month or so, just to ensure she keeps this up and there aren't any other problems." The Doctor said as he packed away his belongings.
"So you admit it then." Arnav said blankly and both the Doctor and Khushi were confused.
"Admit what?" The Doctor asked.
"That there could be problems later, ones that you can't spot now." Arnav said his brow furrowed and his face serious. Khushi wanted to strangle him.
"Well yes, but there is no way of telling now if Khushi has any of these. From her most recent check-ups everything is in good shape." The Doctor said.
Arnav was not convinced and the Doctor could see this.
"Look Mr. Raizada I understand your apprehension but as of now there is little I can do to help your wife, she is perfectly healthy. If she has any problems feel free to contact me but I need to see to other patients who need my help." The Doctor said and Khushi agreed shaking her head. She knew in herself that she was healthy. Arnav reluctantly shook his head, he had been unsettled by Dr. Kothari's phone call two weeks ago. He still had no word from him and that worried him more. Their family physician Dr. Malhotra showed himself out and although Arnav knew he was more than qualified and was an excellent physician he just worried. Why was it taking so long to get back to them with Khushi's blood-work results? Khushi nudged Arnav and he snapped out of his thoughts.
"Khushi." He said in a warning tone, he was in no mood to play poke the lion with a stick.
"Woh saab kya tah?" She asked and Arnav rolled his eyes. "Nahi tell me. Kya aap chaate hai ki main yuhi hameshaa aise hi bed peh lethi rahoon aur kuch na karo. I'll become fat if I do that!" Khushi complained trying to lighten her husband's obviously dark mood.
"Khushi its not funny, I just want to make sure you are okay. There's nothing wrong in that." He said closing his eyes and lying down on the bed turning the other way. He was tired, it had been a long day and he just wanted to sleep but Khushi was not okay with that.
"Ucha, toh tumne kehe diya toh baath katham? I don't think so Arnav! You were interrogating that poor man just because he said I was healthy. What is your problem?" She asked irritated, she wasn't even sure why, she just suddenly felt a build up of emotion she couldn't quite understand or control.
"What the-? Khushi why are you so mad, I'm only asking for you!" Arnav said as he sat up sharply.
"Why do you think I can't take care of myself?" Khushi asked challengingly. "I did it for my entire life without you and I was still in one piece when you found me." Khushi said and Arnav scoffed.
"Hardly, how many times did I catch you when you were falling over or fainting. You weren't exactly in the best condition, now were you?" He asked and Khushi's mouth fell open.
"I...I....I...Main tumse BAATH NAHI KARNA CHATHI HOON!" She said and turned over quickly away from Arnav, pulling the blanket over her head. Arnav sighed, he didn't feel in the mood to placate Khushi and he really didn't have the energy, he didn't understand her erratic moods lately. Maybe it was because she wasn't up and about as much recently, but she had been cranky. Maybe it was good the doctor gave her the all clear.
"Its a shame he can't cure pagalpaan." Arnav muttered as he turned over and went to sleep also, Khushi heard his comment but knew acknowledging it would mean talking and she was not talking to him right now.
Arnav woke up in the morning to see Khushi still asleep, he knew she needed to get up now or else she'd miss the aarti. He gently tapped her to try to wake her up, "Khushi get up or you'll be late for the aarti." Arnav said but she didn't wake up. He shook her and she didn't respond. He checked her forehead which was burning and quickly rang up the doctor. The Doctor arrived promptly and managed to coax Khushi back to conciousness and prescribed her some pills to bring down the fever.
"Its just a fever Mr. Raizada, nothing to worry about. Waisa, Payal was telling me that when Khushi is upset or stressed she tends to get these fevers. So maybe something triggered it. Anyway she should be alright in a little bit." The Doctor said to Arnav who nodded in response and remembered their slight argument last night. It wasn't really worth it now Arnav thought about it. It wasn't worth fighting with her if this was the result, his heart had been racing from the minute he realised she was ill, he couldn't deal with the idea of losing Khushi again. He walked into their room and sat on the bed. Khushi turned her face the other way, still angry with him.
"...I'm sorry." Arnav said as he looked the other way also.
"Kya? Kya aapne kaha? Mujhe sunah nahi diya." Khushi said and Arnav groaned.
"You heard me." He simply said, he was not in the habit of repeating himself and he was not about to make it into a habit. Khushi smiled slightly.
"Tik hai, atleast you accepted you're wrong, I must be doing something right." She said with a big grin on her face. Arnav shook his head and enveloped Khushi into his arms.
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"Vaisa, humara ghar khab tayaar hoga?" Anjali asked Shyam, it was logical for them to move out of Shantivan by now. After all how long could they live in her maternal home? Then they needed room for the baby. Anjali had decided they needed to move out.
"I don't know." Shyam said gruffly and Anjali grimaced. Shyam had very little to say recently, he was always so quiet and uninterested. That was at least until she mentioned Khushiji and her recovery. Maybe he was just stressed about who had been doing all this. After all Anjali herself had been the victim of an arranged accident and the police had suggested it was a repeat offender. Anjali knew it must have bothered her husband but as of late he just had a cold demeanour which Anjali disliked, she prayed for strength but found it futile in the face of his obvious boredom. Khushi was sat impatiently on the bed as the doctor checked her blood pressure. She felt fine now, she could walk largely on her own, she got ready in the morning by herself and she didn't feel confused or disorientated anymore. Yes there was a fogginess every now and then but the doctor said that was to be expected after what Khushi had been through. But no Arnav was not satisfied to say she was okay until the Doctor had checked her out.
"Well Mr.Raizada Khushi appears to have made a very strong recovery. I see no reason why I need to visit so regularly now. Maybe once every month or so, just to ensure she keeps this up and there aren't any other problems." The Doctor said as he packed away his belongings.
"So you admit it then." Arnav said blankly and both the Doctor and Khushi were confused.
"Admit what?" The Doctor asked.
"That there could be problems later, ones that you can't spot now." Arnav said his brow furrowed and his face serious. Khushi wanted to strangle him.
"Well yes, but there is no way of telling now if Khushi has any of these. From her most recent check-ups everything is in good shape." The Doctor said.
Arnav was not convinced and the Doctor could see this.
"Look Mr. Raizada I understand your apprehension but as of now there is little I can do to help your wife, she is perfectly healthy. If she has any problems feel free to contact me but I need to see to other patients who need my help." The Doctor said and Khushi agreed shaking her head. She knew in herself that she was healthy. Arnav reluctantly shook his head, he had been unsettled by Dr. Kothari's phone call two weeks ago. He still had no word from him and that worried him more. Their family physician Dr. Malhotra showed himself out and although Arnav knew he was more than qualified and was an excellent physician he just worried. Why was it taking so long to get back to them with Khushi's blood-work results? Khushi nudged Arnav and he snapped out of his thoughts.
"Khushi." He said in a warning tone, he was in no mood to play poke the lion with a stick.
"Woh saab kya tah?" She asked and Arnav rolled his eyes. "Nahi tell me. Kya aap chaate hai ki main yuhi hameshaa aise hi bed peh lethi rahoon aur kuch na karo. I'll become fat if I do that!" Khushi complained trying to lighten her husband's obviously dark mood.
"Khushi its not funny, I just want to make sure you are okay. There's nothing wrong in that." He said closing his eyes and lying down on the bed turning the other way. He was tired, it had been a long day and he just wanted to sleep but Khushi was not okay with that.
"Ucha, toh tumne kehe diya toh baath katham? I don't think so Arnav! You were interrogating that poor man just because he said I was healthy. What is your problem?" She asked irritated, she wasn't even sure why, she just suddenly felt a build up of emotion she couldn't quite understand or control.
"What the-? Khushi why are you so mad, I'm only asking for you!" Arnav said as he sat up sharply.
"Why do you think I can't take care of myself?" Khushi asked challengingly. "I did it for my entire life without you and I was still in one piece when you found me." Khushi said and Arnav scoffed.
"Hardly, how many times did I catch you when you were falling over or fainting. You weren't exactly in the best condition, now were you?" He asked and Khushi's mouth fell open.
"I...I....I...Main tumse BAATH NAHI KARNA CHATHI HOON!" She said and turned over quickly away from Arnav, pulling the blanket over her head. Arnav sighed, he didn't feel in the mood to placate Khushi and he really didn't have the energy, he didn't understand her erratic moods lately. Maybe it was because she wasn't up and about as much recently, but she had been cranky. Maybe it was good the doctor gave her the all clear.
"Its a shame he can't cure pagalpaan." Arnav muttered as he turned over and went to sleep also, Khushi heard his comment but knew acknowledging it would mean talking and she was not talking to him right now.
Arnav woke up in the morning to see Khushi still asleep, he knew she needed to get up now or else she'd miss the aarti. He gently tapped her to try to wake her up, "Khushi get up or you'll be late for the aarti." Arnav said but she didn't wake up. He shook her and she didn't respond. He checked her forehead which was burning and quickly rang up the doctor. The Doctor arrived promptly and managed to coax Khushi back to conciousness and prescribed her some pills to bring down the fever.
"Its just a fever Mr. Raizada, nothing to worry about. Waisa, Payal was telling me that when Khushi is upset or stressed she tends to get these fevers. So maybe something triggered it. Anyway she should be alright in a little bit." The Doctor said to Arnav who nodded in response and remembered their slight argument last night. It wasn't really worth it now Arnav thought about it. It wasn't worth fighting with her if this was the result, his heart had been racing from the minute he realised she was ill, he couldn't deal with the idea of losing Khushi again. He walked into their room and sat on the bed. Khushi turned her face the other way, still angry with him.
"...I'm sorry." Arnav said as he looked the other way also.
"Kya? Kya aapne kaha? Mujhe sunah nahi diya." Khushi said and Arnav groaned.
"You heard me." He simply said, he was not in the habit of repeating himself and he was not about to make it into a habit. Khushi smiled slightly.
"Tik hai, atleast you accepted you're wrong, I must be doing something right." She said with a big grin on her face. Arnav shook his head and enveloped Khushi into his arms.
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Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Dark Paradise Chapter Twenty Three
Arnav got up and showered, he headed downstairs to go get some breakfast for himself and Khushi, Payal would help Khushi to get ready in the mornings because Arnav knew even though they were married and they had very few barriers between them Khushi wouldn't like it.
"Hari Prakash, get Khushi Bhabi and myself some breakfast, bring it upstairs in about twenty minutes, until then I'm going for a run, okay?" Arnav asked and Hari Prakash nodded as he went into the kitchen hurriedly. Meanwhile Khushi was complaining as Payal helped her to get ready.
"Kya Jiji? Main kohi bachi to nahi hoon? Why does everyone keep treating me like I can't do anything. Tik hai, I can't walk a lot yet but I need practice to sort that out. Uff!" Khushi said as she was incredibly frustrated by everyone treating her like a little child.
"Khushi aisi baat nahi hai! We just want to make sure that you get all the care you need, after all Bhai wants you fit and fine as fast as possible, so why would he make us do things that don't help?" Payal retorted.
"Bhai? So in my absence Arnavji went from Arnavji to Bhai?" Khushi said taking notice of this growing friendship between her sister and her husband.
"Khushi, tum bhi naa! Pagal." Payal said as she helped Khushi back to the bed.
"Jiji! You forgot my sindoor!" Khushi cried out as she realised her maang had been left without colour.
"No I didn't, strict orders from Bhai, its not my job to do it." Payal said shrugging and Khushi gawped.
"Kiske job hai phir? I know he'll hire someone, a proffessional artist just to put my sindoor on. Kyunki "Arnav Singh Raizada har kham ek style se ek class se karta hai." Khushi said as she attempted to impersonate her husband. Arnav stood smugly by the doorway as he witnessed all this. So that's what she thought of him? He cleared his throat slightly and both sisters stopped laughing, Payal smiled on her way out. Arnav walked in and shut the doors, Khushi inhaled sharply, "Iska iraada kya hai?" she thought to herself, Arnav turned and strode towards her his eyes full of an intense longing. He removed his hoodie and revealed his sculpted body and Khushi's eyes widened.
"Arnav, yeh aap....kya kare?" Khushi asked as he began to lean inwards towards her on the bed. Khushi closed her eyes.
She opened them as she felt him run the sindoor through her parting. She looked up at him in surprise, he was going to do that and she thought....she blushed a deep red. Arnav turned his head and whispered in his ear, "Yeh kaam mera hai, yeh mera haq baanta hai Mrs. Raizada." He said, he then raised his hand to move her head towards him and he kissed her lightly on her mouth, gently as he knew she still hadn't fully recovered. Khushi felt lost in the moment, she'd forgotten how good it felt to kiss Arnav, he pulled away and saw the longing on Khushi's face and smirked. "Don't forget that." He said to her as he grabbed a clean shirt and headed for the shower. When he got out, HP was putting the tray on the bed, Arnav waited till he'd gone to slide on the bed next to Khushi who looked flustered. He was wearing another of his crisp white shirts but he hadn't bothered to button it up yet. Arnav grabbed some toast and took a huge bite out of it and then looked at Khushi with confusion.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Aapni shirt toh tik kardo nah. Aada nanga phirda...agar Naniji yah Di neh tumhe iss haal dekha toh kya hota, khabi socha hai aapne?" Khushi asked and Arnav repressed a grin, he was hardly half naked.
"Kyun? They know what I'm like and what my habits are. Waisa aap itne bothered kyun hai?" Arnav asked as he saw Khushi nervously devour two pieces of toast.
"Hum...Humko koi fadak nahi parta! Chaho toh poori ki poori nanga phiro. Mujhe kohi fadak nahi partha!" Khushi said with bits of toast splaying out from her mouth. Arnav grinned at that.
"Tum itne nervous kyun ho?" Arnav asked as he pushed the breakfast tray away and moved in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. Khushi struggled against Arnav's grip although it was futile, who knew he was so strong?
"Choriye humhe." Khushi said, her eyes cast down. Arnav shook his head. "Kohi ajayenga, please choriye." Khushi said.
"Arre Jaan, itne samhe ke baad aaj tum meri bahoon mein hoon, tora enjoy karne doon." Arnav teased and Khushi's cheeks burned a bright red.
Arnav would have continued to tease Khushi but his phone went off, Khushi had never been so happy to hear his ringtone. Arnav groaned, he got up to answer it.
"Hello." Arnav said gruffly down the phone.
"Hello Mr. Raizada, Dr. Kothari speaking here." The voice said, it took Arnav a moment but he remembered Dr. Kothari was Khushi's doctor at the hospital.
"Yes doctor, what can I do for you?" Arnav asked, his tone changed from annoyed to concerned extremely quickly and Khushi noticed this and sat up.
"We got the results for your wife's blood test, there were some irregularities, nothing serious but we're going to need some more time before we can get back to you with an exact cause for these irregularities. I assure you its nothing serious, it could just be she suffers from Anaemia. But we want to be sure before we give a diagnosis. So I just thought I'd let you know that we need some more time." The Doctor said. Arnav registered this and turned to look at Khushi. Her brow was furrowed and the colour had washed away from her face. She looked frightened as she saw the severity of worry on Arnav's face. Arnav smiled meekly at her and turned away.
"Okay Doctor thanks for letting me know. Let me know as soon as you get the results. Okay. Thank you. Bye." He said and hung up. He buttoned up his shirt, moved the breakfast tray off the bed and onto a table ready for one of the servants to pick up, he was about to leave when Khushi called out to him.
"What did the Doctor say?" She asked and Arnav sighed. He turned and sat on the bed next to Khushi.
"He said that they need some more time with your blood-work to check everything is fine and there's nothing they're missing." Arnav said reassuringly, it was the truth he just left out the irregularities part to stop her from worrying. Khushi looked at him and tried to assess his face, but his face was a picture of calm, that unsettled her slightly.
"Okay." She said reluctantly, Arnav smiled at her and softly caressed her cheek and then rested his forehead against hers.
"I wont let anything happen to you." He said with conviction ringing clear in his voice, Khushi smiled and kissed him lightly on his lips.
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"Hari Prakash, get Khushi Bhabi and myself some breakfast, bring it upstairs in about twenty minutes, until then I'm going for a run, okay?" Arnav asked and Hari Prakash nodded as he went into the kitchen hurriedly. Meanwhile Khushi was complaining as Payal helped her to get ready.
"Kya Jiji? Main kohi bachi to nahi hoon? Why does everyone keep treating me like I can't do anything. Tik hai, I can't walk a lot yet but I need practice to sort that out. Uff!" Khushi said as she was incredibly frustrated by everyone treating her like a little child.
"Khushi aisi baat nahi hai! We just want to make sure that you get all the care you need, after all Bhai wants you fit and fine as fast as possible, so why would he make us do things that don't help?" Payal retorted.
"Bhai? So in my absence Arnavji went from Arnavji to Bhai?" Khushi said taking notice of this growing friendship between her sister and her husband.
"Khushi, tum bhi naa! Pagal." Payal said as she helped Khushi back to the bed.
"Jiji! You forgot my sindoor!" Khushi cried out as she realised her maang had been left without colour.
"No I didn't, strict orders from Bhai, its not my job to do it." Payal said shrugging and Khushi gawped.
"Kiske job hai phir? I know he'll hire someone, a proffessional artist just to put my sindoor on. Kyunki "Arnav Singh Raizada har kham ek style se ek class se karta hai." Khushi said as she attempted to impersonate her husband. Arnav stood smugly by the doorway as he witnessed all this. So that's what she thought of him? He cleared his throat slightly and both sisters stopped laughing, Payal smiled on her way out. Arnav walked in and shut the doors, Khushi inhaled sharply, "Iska iraada kya hai?" she thought to herself, Arnav turned and strode towards her his eyes full of an intense longing. He removed his hoodie and revealed his sculpted body and Khushi's eyes widened.
"Arnav, yeh aap....kya kare?" Khushi asked as he began to lean inwards towards her on the bed. Khushi closed her eyes.
She opened them as she felt him run the sindoor through her parting. She looked up at him in surprise, he was going to do that and she thought....she blushed a deep red. Arnav turned his head and whispered in his ear, "Yeh kaam mera hai, yeh mera haq baanta hai Mrs. Raizada." He said, he then raised his hand to move her head towards him and he kissed her lightly on her mouth, gently as he knew she still hadn't fully recovered. Khushi felt lost in the moment, she'd forgotten how good it felt to kiss Arnav, he pulled away and saw the longing on Khushi's face and smirked. "Don't forget that." He said to her as he grabbed a clean shirt and headed for the shower. When he got out, HP was putting the tray on the bed, Arnav waited till he'd gone to slide on the bed next to Khushi who looked flustered. He was wearing another of his crisp white shirts but he hadn't bothered to button it up yet. Arnav grabbed some toast and took a huge bite out of it and then looked at Khushi with confusion.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Aapni shirt toh tik kardo nah. Aada nanga phirda...agar Naniji yah Di neh tumhe iss haal dekha toh kya hota, khabi socha hai aapne?" Khushi asked and Arnav repressed a grin, he was hardly half naked.
"Kyun? They know what I'm like and what my habits are. Waisa aap itne bothered kyun hai?" Arnav asked as he saw Khushi nervously devour two pieces of toast.
"Hum...Humko koi fadak nahi parta! Chaho toh poori ki poori nanga phiro. Mujhe kohi fadak nahi partha!" Khushi said with bits of toast splaying out from her mouth. Arnav grinned at that.
"Tum itne nervous kyun ho?" Arnav asked as he pushed the breakfast tray away and moved in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. Khushi struggled against Arnav's grip although it was futile, who knew he was so strong?
"Choriye humhe." Khushi said, her eyes cast down. Arnav shook his head. "Kohi ajayenga, please choriye." Khushi said.
"Arre Jaan, itne samhe ke baad aaj tum meri bahoon mein hoon, tora enjoy karne doon." Arnav teased and Khushi's cheeks burned a bright red.
Arnav would have continued to tease Khushi but his phone went off, Khushi had never been so happy to hear his ringtone. Arnav groaned, he got up to answer it.
"Hello." Arnav said gruffly down the phone.
"Hello Mr. Raizada, Dr. Kothari speaking here." The voice said, it took Arnav a moment but he remembered Dr. Kothari was Khushi's doctor at the hospital.
"Yes doctor, what can I do for you?" Arnav asked, his tone changed from annoyed to concerned extremely quickly and Khushi noticed this and sat up.
"We got the results for your wife's blood test, there were some irregularities, nothing serious but we're going to need some more time before we can get back to you with an exact cause for these irregularities. I assure you its nothing serious, it could just be she suffers from Anaemia. But we want to be sure before we give a diagnosis. So I just thought I'd let you know that we need some more time." The Doctor said. Arnav registered this and turned to look at Khushi. Her brow was furrowed and the colour had washed away from her face. She looked frightened as she saw the severity of worry on Arnav's face. Arnav smiled meekly at her and turned away.
"Okay Doctor thanks for letting me know. Let me know as soon as you get the results. Okay. Thank you. Bye." He said and hung up. He buttoned up his shirt, moved the breakfast tray off the bed and onto a table ready for one of the servants to pick up, he was about to leave when Khushi called out to him.
"What did the Doctor say?" She asked and Arnav sighed. He turned and sat on the bed next to Khushi.
"He said that they need some more time with your blood-work to check everything is fine and there's nothing they're missing." Arnav said reassuringly, it was the truth he just left out the irregularities part to stop her from worrying. Khushi looked at him and tried to assess his face, but his face was a picture of calm, that unsettled her slightly.
"Okay." She said reluctantly, Arnav smiled at her and softly caressed her cheek and then rested his forehead against hers.
"I wont let anything happen to you." He said with conviction ringing clear in his voice, Khushi smiled and kissed him lightly on his lips.
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Monday, 12 March 2012
Dark Paradise Chapter Twenty Two
Arnav went to bed that night with a heavy heart, Khushi had fallen asleep quite quickly, worn out from the day but Arnav had stayed awake for a while. His mind kept racing, if Shyam had caused their accident whose to say he hadn't caused Di's or God only knows done what else? It plagued Arnav's mind, the one thing he meant to do in life was protect his family, what use was all this money, all this status if, at the end of the day he couldn't even protect the ones he loved. He'd let Di down by letting her marry such a degraded man, he had seriously misjudged Shyam and he was paying the price of that misjudgement now. He looked at Khushi and pondered deeply about how he'd done the worst to her. He convinced her to marry him by claiming he would protect her from Shyam, much good that did. By marrying Khushi he caused her the greatest damage possible. She'd almost died because of his actions. It wasn't fair on her, he saw how peaceful she looked, blissfully unaware of what a poor job her husband had done with regards to keeping his word. He'd failed Khushi. He felt angry with himself more than Shyam, how could he have let this happen to his family, to his sister and to...to his wife? He needed to get out of here, he got up and grabbed a jacket and his keys and decided to go for a drive, to where he wasn't sure, he just knew that he couldn't stay here much longer...Khushi woke up the next morning to the sound of the bedroom door closing. Her vision was slightly blurred but once her eyes adjusted to the light she saw it was Jiji with breakfast. Khushi smiled and slowly sat up making room for her sister. Then it occurred to her, surely she should have woken up when Arnav woke up. He always made so much noise it was impossible not to wake up.
"Arnav...-" Khushi began but Payal cut her off.
"Oh hah, Bhai ka phone aya tah, he said he got a call last night that there was some kind of an issue at the farmhouse out in the outskirts and he had to go deal with it last night. It got pretty late so he just stayed there. He said he'd be back later." Payal said as she put the small table with Khushi's breakfast in front of her. Khushi felt that was strange, why didn't he just call her? Why didn't he tell her specifically? She was his wife she had a right to know. He had been gone all night, would it have killed him to leave a note. Laad Governor, that name rang in Khushi's mind. Payal looked at Khushi who then forced a smile and then began to eat.
Arnav came back in time for Khushi's second check up in the day. He strode into their room to see Nani was sat on the bed next to her laadli bahu, Khushi. He half smiled at that, well even if he couldn't give her what she deserved at least she was loved in this house. He threw his coat onto a lounger and took a seat on the other side of Khushi. He reached out to hold her hand when she snatched it away and gave him a deathly stare. Arnav looked back at her with confusion, he went to take her hand again when she more forcefully moved it away.
"Khushi!" He whispered harshly but she turned away from him.
"Mr. Raizada, Khushi is making good progress, your Nani has told me that Khushi went downstairs today with the help of her sister and your brother. Its good that she's challenging herself but she should remember not to exert herself to greatly. Mrs. Raizada if I were you I wouldn't go for any more walks until later this evening." The Doctor said and Khushi smiled sweetly and nodded at him.
"Aayeh Doctor, hum tumhe bahar tak chor ke aathe. Arnav Bitua Khushi Bitiya ki saath raho." Naniji said as she guided the Doctor out. Arnav looked sternly at Khushi.
"Yeh kya tah Khushi?" Arnav asked confused.
"Kya?" Khushi asked in a blasé manner. Arnav clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, don't, don't get angry with her, he kept reminding himself.
"Why were you being so weird?" He asked.
"I am weird, how many times have you called me pagal and ajeeb. You on the other hand! You stayed out all night and half the day, worrying me half to death. Aapko zaraa se bhi andazza hai, meri toh jaan hi-" Khushi couldn't finish her sentence as Arnav had clasped his hand forcefully over her mouth.
"Don't. Even. Joke. About. That." He said simply, Khushi pulled his hand off.
"Look, all I was saying is that given everything that's happened I would feel more at peace if I knew where you were. More specifically I would prefer if you stayed with me. But you're Arnav Singh Raizada, you'll do what you want anyway." Khushi said shaking her head, trying not to get angry. She knew what she'd signed up for when she married this arrogant man. Its just as he and she had tied this knot he'd begun to open up and show Khushi knew facets of himself but she realised that old habits die hard with ASR. Not considering the consequences of his actions was at the top of that list. Arnav sighed deeply, if only she knew. If only she realised just how much Arnav was dealing with right now she would understand why he needed space. But he couldn't blame her for that so he shook his head, got up and went to have a shower. Khushi was still slightly angry at Arnav but she knew it was unfair to expect too much from him, at the end of the day he was just a human being and we all make mistakes.
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"Arnav...-" Khushi began but Payal cut her off.
"Oh hah, Bhai ka phone aya tah, he said he got a call last night that there was some kind of an issue at the farmhouse out in the outskirts and he had to go deal with it last night. It got pretty late so he just stayed there. He said he'd be back later." Payal said as she put the small table with Khushi's breakfast in front of her. Khushi felt that was strange, why didn't he just call her? Why didn't he tell her specifically? She was his wife she had a right to know. He had been gone all night, would it have killed him to leave a note. Laad Governor, that name rang in Khushi's mind. Payal looked at Khushi who then forced a smile and then began to eat.
Arnav came back in time for Khushi's second check up in the day. He strode into their room to see Nani was sat on the bed next to her laadli bahu, Khushi. He half smiled at that, well even if he couldn't give her what she deserved at least she was loved in this house. He threw his coat onto a lounger and took a seat on the other side of Khushi. He reached out to hold her hand when she snatched it away and gave him a deathly stare. Arnav looked back at her with confusion, he went to take her hand again when she more forcefully moved it away.
"Khushi!" He whispered harshly but she turned away from him.
"Mr. Raizada, Khushi is making good progress, your Nani has told me that Khushi went downstairs today with the help of her sister and your brother. Its good that she's challenging herself but she should remember not to exert herself to greatly. Mrs. Raizada if I were you I wouldn't go for any more walks until later this evening." The Doctor said and Khushi smiled sweetly and nodded at him.
"Aayeh Doctor, hum tumhe bahar tak chor ke aathe. Arnav Bitua Khushi Bitiya ki saath raho." Naniji said as she guided the Doctor out. Arnav looked sternly at Khushi.
"Yeh kya tah Khushi?" Arnav asked confused.
"Kya?" Khushi asked in a blasé manner. Arnav clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, don't, don't get angry with her, he kept reminding himself.
"Why were you being so weird?" He asked.
"I am weird, how many times have you called me pagal and ajeeb. You on the other hand! You stayed out all night and half the day, worrying me half to death. Aapko zaraa se bhi andazza hai, meri toh jaan hi-" Khushi couldn't finish her sentence as Arnav had clasped his hand forcefully over her mouth.
"Don't. Even. Joke. About. That." He said simply, Khushi pulled his hand off.
"Look, all I was saying is that given everything that's happened I would feel more at peace if I knew where you were. More specifically I would prefer if you stayed with me. But you're Arnav Singh Raizada, you'll do what you want anyway." Khushi said shaking her head, trying not to get angry. She knew what she'd signed up for when she married this arrogant man. Its just as he and she had tied this knot he'd begun to open up and show Khushi knew facets of himself but she realised that old habits die hard with ASR. Not considering the consequences of his actions was at the top of that list. Arnav sighed deeply, if only she knew. If only she realised just how much Arnav was dealing with right now she would understand why he needed space. But he couldn't blame her for that so he shook his head, got up and went to have a shower. Khushi was still slightly angry at Arnav but she knew it was unfair to expect too much from him, at the end of the day he was just a human being and we all make mistakes.
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