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Arnav Singh Raizada is a rich, arrogant, bad tampered billionaire tycoon who was forced to honor his grandfather's wish to marry Khushi (his friend's granddaughter )whose fiance rejected her on their wedding day. Will he ever except her as his wife? How will they come together as one when they both hate each other?
"I will not marry her!" Arnav snapped.
"Arnav!" shouted his grandfather. His grandfather was frustrated with his stubbornness.
"You will marry Khushi and that's final" He said.
"What if I don't?" Arnav challenged his grandfather.
"I have given my words to Khushi's grandfather, and you better know Raizadas words are mark on stone which are never taken back!" declared his grandfather.
Arnav felt trapped and hopeless He didn't want to hear another single word. Marriage was the last concern in his life.Marriage was nothing to him but a curse. His ugly past hunted him even today. His Anjali Di --- her being in wedding dress, smiling and then all of sudden everything fell apart--- her red lehnga turned into white sari leaving his sister a widow---and the next thing he found out that he separated from his two adopted brothers, leaving him with nothing but wounds on his heart. He felt the lump back in his throat, he closed his eyes and sighed clenching his fists.
"I will not marry her and that's final" said Arnav sharply, as he turned to leave.
"If you took one more step you will walk over my dead body' I am serious Arnav"
demanded his grandfather clearly.
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His jaw dropped in shock and his eyes widen leaving him speechless for a second. Extreme joy hit him, life's wonderful feelings that he never felt before, excitement shot through his body and he jumped with excitement. He ran towards his brother, his best buddy, Prince rushed into his brother's arms and hugged him hard. "Holy-Cow bro!" He laughed, such beautiful feelings, he is going to become chachu very soon, his brother going to become father and Dadi will become a great grandmother---these feelings were incomparable to anything. "Yo bro…" he shook his brother, lost for words just like everyone else. "Oye--Put me--- down Monika" Dave laughed, totally shaken by his brother's reaction and his excitement, the overjoyed faces around him. He guarded him on the ground and looked at his brother's flushed face, his face glowing with joy. He hugged him again "Oh—bro--I am so happy!" the words staggering on his lips, this feeling had no name, no dynamic, he almost felt like crying, his hands shaking. Dave caressed his cheek, ensuring him "Congratulations bro!" he hugged him once again "Wooohooo!---you are becoming Dad bro and an addition to my team to drive you nuts!" he gave him a slight fist on his back and chuckled.
Anjali beamed standing beside her dad and watching their glowing faces was priceless. The irreplaceable feelings growing inside her and the feelings of becoming mother were just overwhelming and now seeing Prince's reaction it warmed her heart even more. Oh-man this was really true, Dave and her and all the family members and the new life growing inside her, couldn't even imagine any better than this, Can she?
She flushed seeing Prince coming towards her, the smile dancing on his lips. He came and hugged her, so warm and comforting. The emotions drizzling through his heart and soul, the love for this woman had elevated in his heart for due respect of giving such happiness to his brother and reuniting the both families "Thank you bhabi" he whispered in her ear and kissed her hand with his warm lips, a tear trailed down her flushed cheek and hugged him tight with overwhelmed joy.
Mamta and rest of the family headed towards them. Dave came toward his mother and fussed in her warm embrace. Her head rested on his chest, and his head rested on her head and hugged her tight, this couldn't get any better, she was thrilled, her heart was pounding in her chest, such a beautiful moment, seeing her baby boy growing to a grown-up man was wonderful journey and now a new journey was awaiting for her to see, life couldn't get any beautiful, and now this will get more beautiful because she was becoming both grandma and grandmother---such a joy.
The atmosphere around them became so warm and overpowering; guests were assembling around Anjali and Dave and were blessing them with their best wishes…
Arnav approached his sister, taking her hands in his and watched the gorgeous color came across her face, she looked beautiful and young. His heart swelled, after a journey of pain, now she was finally happy, he hugged her "Congratulations Di---I am so happy for you" he murmured in soothing voice. She hugged him tight, after a long time she was seeing him happy--really happy, he breathed hard and glanced back at her crimson face. She looked back at his handsome face, his eyes glittery, this can't be happening, surprise, he was actually crying "Aww-chote" she pouted and hugged him again stroking his back, she knew what this meant to him, his love for her was abounded which had never changed, this was his weak-side, being protective and emotional towards his sister and very vulnerable at the same ---she wiped the tears from corner of his eyes "my stupid chote" she pulled his proud little nose and smiled…
He stood behind watching Khushi coming towards them after hugging Dave. She flushed seeing his intense eyes staring her "Congratulations Di" she whispered and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, Anjali hugged her back "Thanks Khushi and congratulations to you too" she murmured against her ear, she giggled and looked back at Arnav who was standing behind, hands in his pockets, a devilish smile playing on his tempting lips.
Anjali walked to other side and Khushi followed her, before she could take another, his hand gripped her hand and pulled her against the hardness of his chest, she looked into his brown-chocolate eyes darkened more, her hands resting against his chest, heart pounding in her chest smelling his delicious smell, so intoxicating, his eyes scrolled down on her rosy lips, her mouth went dry—is he going to kiss her? Part of her got excited, she flushed "you didn't congratulate me yet—hun?" he nuzzled in her hair, inhaling her beautiful fragrance, lips touched her ear flipping her heart in acrobats, her hands grazing on his sliver tie, how cruel of him to make her feel this way when they were surrounded by this many guest, he is so warm and delicious, his long fingers caressing her exposed back making hard for her to stand, her breath quicken, what he is trying to do? "You haven't answered me yet, Khushi" he blow in her ear, so seductive, her hands tugged on his coat when his hot lips touched on her shoulder, she hissed, heart aching to taste his warm lips, she felt him smiling against her hair and then he looked back into her eyes, her cheeks turned strawberry red and, breathing shallow, she gaze into his handsome face, he is so unfair—and ridiculously hot, she just wanted to take his face in her hands and kiss him hard, she bit on her bottom lip feeling frustrated at his teasing , his lips twitched before she knew his lips were on her lips, she felt butterflies in her stomach as his tongue meets her, savoring the sweetness of her mouth—her hand tangled in his hair pulling him closer—he is so yummy and beautiful, she wants him all "You are driving me crazy, Khushi—I can hardly wait to make hard love to you" he murmured against her lips, out of breath, making her muscle clinch in her stomach and her heartbeat to go in chaos "Looking forward to it, Mr. Raizada" she gave a peck on his lips, still in his arms, breathing hard, her legs becoming Jell-O. His lips spread into a smile, his thumb caressed her bottom lip "I love you, Mrs. Raizada" he whispered against her forehead, she looked up to his heated gaze, surprise and shocked, did he just say I love you, holy-Cow! her heart swelled, nothing coming out her mouth, this man was unpredictable and full of surprises, his hands cupped her face, looking down into her moistened hazel eyes, her lips opened to say something , he placed his index finger against her fully lips "Shhh" a warm tear roll down her flushed cheek "Wifey please…" he whispered, pleading, his head touching hers, inhaling the sweetness of her warm breath "please don't cry" his lips brushed with her, so soft and gentle, she sniffed "Stop it Khushi, otherwise I'll take you right now on this floor" Oh-my, her breath stopped for a second, she flushed, his beautiful lips twitched in amusement and pulled her in his arms, her head resting on his chest, this was the best place on the world, his arms, protective and heartwarming, he kissed her hair, eyes closed…
"Massi…" Virat's shy voice interrupted them, she immediately stepped back, feeling embarrassed, her cheeks turned crimson once again, she blinked at Arnav who was enjoying her uneasiness, he tilted his head and devilishly smiled at her—the very Arnav like smile.
"Massi" Virat shyly pulled on her pallu, asking her to lean in; she pulled back the hair behind her ear and leaned into him lowering her not moving her gaze from Arnav. He whispered something in her ear, Arnav raised his brows in amusement, she cleared her throat and look at Arnav "Take my Shona to bathroom, pretty please" she whispered, pleading with eyes. He sarcastically smiled at her and glanced back at Virat who was pouting at him with puppy-dog eyes "Seriously Khushi" he mumbled, giving faint smile to Virat "Please" She requested.
"Sure, let's go" he held Virat's hand, heading inside the hotel and then looked back at her "Why us?" he scowled at her that made her chuckle, he looked so adorable when he is annoyed, she grinned at him and headed towards the other side where elders were having conversation
"There is so much to do---in such a short time period---how will we be able to prepare for the wedding?" she heard Mamta saying to Inderjit and her Dadu, her heart smiled with anticipation, she didn't know how she going to wait, this was getting harder and harder for her, she could no longer spent her nights without Arnav, already she had waited so much for him, the intimacy, his intriguing passion to make love with her, his playfulness was agitating her, pushing her to limits where she could no longer hold it, She wanted him bad, she wanted to be beneath his skin, love him and worship him "Arnav said he doesn't want a big fat wedding, just simple wedding in temple and us—so why worry?" Inderjit added, answering to her question, it was surprising to hear that, why didn't he tell her? Stupid Laad Govorner!—always does things in his own way—she pouted and headed towards Anjali, Dave and others.
They were also having conversation regarding the wedding, gossip girls were so into it, yammering about clothes, accessories, etc, Prince's friends were having their own talk probably saying they are hungry and Prince was standing next to them, cheerful as always holding a glass of white wine in his left hand and kept biting on his bottom lips, he ran his hand through his hair several time, eyes blazing towards Diya across the room who was standing next to NK, Who was fidgeting, her eyes glued to NK's face, but could clearly feel the heated gaze of Prince dancing over her, blood rushed to her face every time she made eye contact with him, he provoked her to look at him and she can't help but look back at him—he is so irresistible and damn he is looking so hot today with white lining button down shirt with dark jeans , totally like a model out of some high fashion magazine, and it wasn't only her, the young ladies across the room were looking at him quite often and his laugh sounded so enchanting ---her breath ached how he sweep his tongue on his lip after taking sip of white win, making her long for his lips, she was barely holding the conversation with NK, feeling guilty for him, he is such a gentleman, so kind and friendly, they can become great friends…
During their conversation NK's mother and grandmother approached them and joined them in, NK's grandmother kept praising Diya's eyes and how beautiful she is, which totally embarrassed NK big time, he scowled at his Mama-B several times but it didn't help…
Manorma and Mamta also met Verma family after a while, they both found NK very decent and charming, he made them laugh, swooning them to fall in love with his personality and NK's mother and Mama-B were more kinder than him, overall they were a very sweet family…
After a while they excuse themselves and asked to leave. "NK's father will be at home in an hour from hospital, please don't mind." NK's mother requested feeling embarrassed to leave before dinner "Oh no problem Mrs. Verma, we can totally understand" said Manorma ensuring them "Thanks, it was our pleasure meeting you all and again congratulations Mrs. Inderjit for your daughter---and yes good luck for your son's wedding, may God bless them" she hugged Mamta and Manorma one by one and turned her attention towards Diya "God bless you my child" she lightly kissed on her cheeks, Diya was so touched to see her display of affection, so warm and sweet, she flushed and looked at NK who had his hand extended in front of her, she looked confused "Friends?" he raised his brows turning the table over her leaving her with no choice, She hesitantly looked at both Manorma and Mamta and then placed her hand in his palm.
"Friends" she murmured, a little embarrassed by the rush of his approach but she knew he is a nice guy, She grinned at him and glanced back at Prince who was busy talking to Anjali without having any concern in the world. She felt disappointed and removed her hand from NK's palm.
She headed to escort them with Mamta and Manorma. NK turned around and looked at Diya while his grandmother and mother headed ahead with Manorma and Mamta. Why did he stop? She got scared as he leaned towards her and she held breath, the musky scent of his perfume invaded her nose. "Don't worry, I'll never tell anyone how we met" he whispered in her ear, her cheeks turned red like red rose, she managed to smile back at him "I love your smile, Diya" now she went totally crimson feeling the steam coming from her ears "Goodnight" he winked at her leaving her speechless, He chuckled and left.
She turned around and confronted with Prince's stern look, he seemed tensed, is he angry? Was he watching them…? He asked for more wine and turned his back over her. She walked towards them feeling embarrassed.
When Mamta and Manorma came back after escorting NK's family, they were talking about NK "Mamta, how did you like NK?" Mamta was taken aback by Manorma's sudden interest in NK and definitely understood her regards to why she was asking for. She didn't say anything. "Will Diya like him?" they stopped.
"Love and marriage is not meant for us right Ruhan? -----never mind I am silly" Diya's voice echoed in her mind, how heart-broken she was when she wistfully uttered those words, it's a unfortunate her baby-boy couldn't understand her, isn't it clear that she loves Prince, her Shitaan, beside, will she ever be able to develop feelings for any other man---Nk?
"Mamta, what happened?" Manorma quizzically looked at her, she seemed so lost and pale "You-ok?" she narrowed her eyes, surprised and bewildered.
"Han?--Umm-yes-sorry I was---what were you asking me?" she shook her head and smiled to hide her embarrassment, Manorma laughed "Nothing Mamta, perhaps you are hungry, lets go." She felt a relief and headed with Manorma.
After escorting the guests, both families headed back for Gupta Mansion. Upon their arrival, the security guards opened the entry gate and one by one everyone headed inside. Before Arnav could hold Khushi's hand Virat came between them and held their hand in his little hands. Arnav annoyingly looked at Virat and then picked him up on his shoulder and pulled Khushi closer by his side by his other hand—oh he can never take off his hands over her, he kissed her hair heading in, following them were Dave and Anjali and gossip girls…
They were stepping in when they heard Diya yelp, they immediately turned around to look at her and found her sitting on the floor holding her ankle looking so pale. Prince and his friends were not far away from her but rest of the family was already inside except gossip girls. They rushed back to her asking her if she is ok, but tears in her eyes could tell how much pain she was in. "Can you stand?" Zafi asked concernedly, paleness of her face made everyone worried. Vicky and Ricky approached her lending their hands for help but she couldn't come to even stand "I think—I sprained my ankle" she sniffed between her tears.
"What happened?" they looked up as Dadu came closer to them "Diya sprained her ankle" Karisma answered, concern clear in her voice. "Can she stand?" they shook their head in no, Dadu looked at sniffling Diya and at then Ricky and Vicky "Can one of you pick her up and get her inside?" they froze at the moment, feeling little hesitant and they didn't even know if Diya will agree to be picked up like this.
Ricky finally made the move and leaned down to pick her up, but nevertheless Prince stopped him before he could even touch her. He looked down at Diya who was certainly in great anguish with tears streaked cheeks, he leaned down looked into her teary green eyes, one hand behind her exposed back, she felt an electric wave of shock through his skin and ran her body, her heart pounded hard against her chest as he engulf her in his arms and effortlessly picked her up, her hand went around his neck, she felt so soft and light feather just like a little angel, he avoided making eye contact with her, and headed for inside, she looked at his striking face, his eyes looking ahead, how rude, can't he even sympathized with her? She heart ached, her breath hissed, she felt like weeping out loud and moan not because she was in pain, because she loves him so much that it hurts, when she couldn't control she rested her head against his chest and choked on her tears. Prince stiffened and gazed down at her, feeling her warm lips against his heart and she was sniffing loudly, did she really sprain her ankle so bad? It worried him "Diya stop crying, for God sake." he scolded her, for some reason he couldn't see her tears, it bothered him a great deal which puzzled him more.
Manorma worriedly looked up as Prince walked pass the entrance door carrying Diya in his arms and she looked so pale and weak, her nose and her eyes were so red matching her pink lips "What happened to her?" She asked in panic, he glance down at her suppressing his annoyingness.
"She sprained her ankle-- why wear high heels when you can't handle it" he mumbled the last sentence staring into Diya's eyes, his jaws tensed, lips pressed hard in a firm line, he looked ridiculously dangerous, Diya's mouth went dry "Take her into her room, I am coming"
He headed for upstairs, never moving gaze from her face, he pushed the door open by his shoulder and walked towards her bed—bending down on his knee he carefully placed her on the bed and lowered himself moving behind her, his chest almost touching her lips he smelled so intoxicating, making her achy and restless to touch him , he grabbed the pillows and sated behind her to ease her on her back and then sat right in front of her, tears still rolling down her eyes "Show me your ankle." his voice was soft but still so demanding, she flushed at the image of him touching her skin. "Show me" now he was more like pleading, concern in his eyes, she till hesitated "I can do my way too" --- was he serious? she felt the urge to hug her knees, but his hands were already on her foot, slowly unbuckling the strips of her heels, her heart thudding storm hard, flinching her eyes as his finger tips touched her skin, when he finally removed her heels, his eyes met with hers---she adored his eyes, his rich lips sending giddy feelings down her stomach but making her nervous---she wonder what his lips would taste like---she could look at him whole day and night without blinking, he was so hot, looking into her eyes his hands moved down towards her sprained ankle and slowly pulled up her sari, he noticed her breath hitched harder almost like panting, he looked down at her ankle, it was quite swollen, she hissed as his thumb slightly brushed across her swollen skin "Is it hurting that bad?" she nodded, once again tears trailed down her face, he wanted to wipe her tears but then got up hearing Manorma coming towards the room. "Feel better" he said in a plain voice and rushed out of the room.
I am sorry It was short but a lot coming ahead---you don't want to miss it
P.S: My Dad is doing better now--thanks for all your prayers and love--God bless You all
Kindly Yours Sazam...
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