I couldn't believe it. My husband, Arnav Singh Raizada, was none other than THE ASR himself.
"Hi Khushi," he said.
Pinch me. I'm dreaming.
"It... it can't be," I breathed out.
He scrunched his eyebrows.
I went over to one of his posters. "You," I pointed at him, "and him," I pointed at the poster. "It can't be."
"But it is. Khushi, I'm ASR."
I thought about it for a second. ASR' Arnav. ' Arnav' ASR. ' ASR' *gasp!* "Arnav Singh Raizada," I gasped.
"Oh my gosh! ' you're THE ASR!"
Murder me! I looked back at all the posters. Ever since his debut, I was in love with the man! Ma had eventually realized that it was more than me being a "fan" and said to "cut it off." And now here today stood the man I loved, yet the the man I hated.
I twitched my lips and walked out of my room and Arnav got confused and came after me.
"Khushi," he hollered. "Khushi!"
I was at the stairs when he caught my wrist and turned me around to face him.
"Why do you look angry," he asked.
"Mera haath choriye."
"Humne kahan mera haath choriye. ' nehi dekhna hain mujhe aapki shakal."
"What the? Khushi-"
I pulled my hand free and ran away before he could say anymore.
I hate him. I just hate him! My best friend was turned into my husband and he hadn't kept contact with me for years! The man who I was drooling for up to a few minutes ago was the man I hated. I don't want to be around him.
I went running into the kitchen to see if Ma needed any help. Chutki was in as well and we helped her out. The workers took the food to the table and we took the last few stuff to the table. When I came in, I saw Arnav coming in and he was looking at me as he came in.
Arnav was about to sit, when Ma stopped him. Instead of letting him sit wherever he wanted, she made him sit next to my seat. How lovely.
Once everything was set, we sat down. I sat down in my seat and was bothered the entire time. The adults were to busy in conversation and Chutki was picking at her food.
"Khushi," Arnav whispered.
I didn't say anything.
I remained silent. Why should I talk to him?
But since I was being difficult, he slipped his hand into mine and I froze, my eyes widening. At the instant I looked at him. Thank goodness the adults didn't notice.
"Let go of my hand," I said through my teeth in a whisper.
"Why aren't you talking to me?"
"I said let go of my hand."
Arnav and I looked at Bapu.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"Oh, no, I'm eating," Arnav said assuredly and smiled.
Bapu went right back to conversing with the other adults and Arnav looked back at mr.
"Khushi, why aren't you talking to me."
"Let go," I nearly hissed.
"Khushi, I'll ask you one more time. Otherwise I'll blame you for me not eating."
I squinted my eyes. This man is unbelievable.
"Why aren't you talking to me?"
I forced my hand free. "Figure it out on your own."
I finished up my food fast and got up, taking my plate. Chutki had finally finished her food and I took her plate as well, her happy that she didn't have to wash her own plate. I went into the kitchen and just started to clean them, when Arnav came in, sliding his plate into the sink.
"Will you tell me now, Khushi?"
I paid no attention and finished cleaning Chutki's plate.
"Come on Khushi! Tell me!
I finished washing my plate as well and put it away.
"Khushi, please stop being difficult. Its been what? Twelve years since we've seen each other? Yet you Won't say a word to me? Your best friend? Who's not only your best friend but also your husband?"
I finished washing his plate and turned and faced him, turning on my heels. "It hasn't been twelve years, but it has been twelve years. And why should I say a word to you when you didn't even send one letter to me? Or you could've called? Babuji did but you never did. You never even read be wrote a word to me. So why should I speak to you? Twelve years... it's been TWELVE years since I've seen you, and you expect me to talk to you?" I threw the dish towel out of my hands. "I don't think so," and I walked out.
Edited by evrydayirabbave - 23 January 2013 at 5:39pm