Hey everyone! I've made an FF on ArVi . Everybody's been dealing with their anger over the 6 month leap in various ways, so here goes my way of venting. Hope you enjoy. 😊
KIRLOSKAR MANSION
MUMBAI, INDIA 9:00 PM
"Just ten more minutes Arjun. I just have to put on a bit of make-up and I'll be ready for Soham dada's birthday party." Ovi stalled, staring into her vanity mirror and pressing powder across her face.
"Ovi, I'm already an hour late." Arjun crossed his arms and gritted his teeth.
"Oh god Arjun! Why are you in such a rush?" Ovi exclaimed rising from her stool and facing Arjun. " To see your pyaari Purvi? "
"Yes." Arjun replied spitefully..
"Arjun!" Ovi flung a perfume bottle at the wall. She turned back to her mirror and smashed three cherry lipstick bullets into Arjun's reflection. "I hate you too!" she yelled in vain.
The sickening scent of Ovi's perfume permeated the air and Arjun felt nauseous. He rushed down the stairs, with Ovi's shouting and glass shattering becoming a faint sound. He sped off in his recently buffed, ebony BMW 6 Series Convertible towards Soham's birthday party venue.
DESHMUKH BIRTHDAY VENUE
MUMBAI, INDIA 9:42 PM
"Purvi, tumne cake wale ko phone kiya?" Archana bustled through the crowd, asking Purvi.
"Ha, aai. Usne kaha ki voh dus minute mein aayega. Tab tak me Teju aur Sachin dada ko phone karti hu." Purvi responded.
"Acha. Thank you, Purvi. Aur ha, Baba se kehna ki Arjun aur Ovi ko phone kare."
"Ok aai. Main sab..." Archana trailed off into the party before Purvi could finish her sentence, "sambhalungi."
Purvi sighed and turned back around only to be greeted by Soham.
"Purvi? Meri pyaaari behna." he winked. "Itni udass kyun ho?"
"Kuch nahin dada. Aap enjoy kijye. Mujhe baba ko dhoondna hain." she moved passed him into the elevator.
Inside the elevator she leaned against a corner pressed her temple with her index finger. She hated the loud music, the incessant chatter, the intoxication, the gaudy colors, the plastic decorations; the entire atmosphere of the party.
She felt secure in the serenity of the elevator; a strange familiarity in the enclosed space.
"Purvi?" a voice called.
Looking up, she saw Arjun. He was stunning. Cleanly shaven, pinstripe suit, and slicked back hair; just like the boss she remembered. His eyes pierced through her soul with overwhelming guilt.
"Hi, Ar-," she paused in midsentence, "Jeejaji. Hi."
Arjun couldn't take his eyes off the ethereal buaty before him. Her curls were pinned back, giving him a clear view of her sculpted face. The blue sari from their Pune conference embraced her curves. She was silent, but her eyes, they spoke volumes. They yearned for endearment but her folded hands suggested otherwise.
"Ovi Tai kaha hain?" she parried his stare.
"Purvi, mujhe tumse zaroori baat karni hain."
The elevator opened to the terrace. Purvi scurried out and Arjun ran behind.
"Pu-Purvi!" he grasped he forearm and spun Purvi around.
Nostalgia consumed both of them. Once again, Arjun furiously fumed at Purvi and Purvi shriveled away in his grip. He loosened he hold, becoming conscious of the people around him.
Purvi drifted into a dance with a business associate.
"May I dance with her?" Arjun tapped the man's shoulder.
"Of course!" the man replied handing Purvi over.
Arjun hand clamped on to Purvi's waist. Purvi tried to push his shoulders and squimed but her efforts failed. The two were only inches apart. Arjun loved her as much as he hated her.
"Kya main baba bane wala hu?" he whispered.
With this question, Purvi fainted in Arjun's arm.
