Arnav was packing he stuffs for the side table while Khushi was
getting dressed with the help of the nurse in the bathroom. He picked up all
and stuffed in her big sack like bag. He noticed it had a mickey and Minnie mouse
hugging each other. Minnie Mouse was looking towards her mickey under her
lashes and blushing furiously. He unconsciously brushed his hand over the jute
material and thought of her wife. She was just like Minnie all blushing around
him sometimes and very open about her love for him when it comes to hugging and
kissing and showing her affection publically. And he liked it. That was crazy, he knew that but still he liked how
she behaved so carefree around him. No artificial pouts and no throwing herself
with her breast on him while she hugged him. It is pure and innocent. And he
very well realized that in these three days. He glanced at the door just to see
where she was ready, a little curious about what did she wear and there she was
just like a sunshine, wearing a knee length bright yellow frock, with puffed
sleeves, looking like a mere school girl, with her hair pulled up in a
pony-tail.
She gave him the brightest smile, which reach to his eyes,
yes his eyes. He could see how genuinely she was happy to go home with him. The
moment she smiled, his heart swelled up for some unknown reason. And just when
he was about to drop down her bag she wiggled her eyebrows as if asking him how
was she looking, pinching the two sides of her frock and twirling 90 degree and
repeating the same on the other side and then dipping her face to look at him
in between her big brown lashes. "Just like that Minnie", he thought.
He returned a smile and held his arms asking her to run to
him and hug him and there she was, in no time, in his arms, melting in his
warmth. He held her tightly and closed his eyes. She was pure, as pure as first
sun rays on earth, as pure as a baby who was born a minute ago, as pure as a
virgin. "virgin", "untouched", thinking about it he held her more close to him,
as if he wanted her to merge with himself. He was the first man who touched
her, the feeling itself overwhelmed him. She was his, only his, by all mean, by
all laws and he promised himself that she will be his for life long, till his
last breath. This is the least he can do for his dad-in-law and his wife, after
tormenting her life.
Khushi broke the hug and met his eyes. Seeing him looking at
her so lovingly, she felt few moments in her tummy. "Why are you looking at me
like this?" she asked him nervously feeling uneasy under his scrutiny.
"You are looking fresh" he said controlling his bubbling
desire to claim her perfect bow shaped lush mouth.
"Obviously" she said slightly easing out in his arms, "yesterday
I slept like a dead woman".
Immediately Arnav covered her mouth with his big hands and
frowned. "Don't ever say that", he said in a ton which made it very clear to Khushi
that he did not like it at all. Yet he control not to scare her away with
announces he felt hearing the word dead.
"Sorry" she barely whispered against his cheeks, making it
burn in sizzling sensation that he had felt for her.
"Stop it Khushi" he thought closing his eyes regaining his
control which almost slipped when her soft lips touched his 3 days old stubble
and then penetrated in his skin beneath.
He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. "Buaji had
called in the morning, she was asking about your health".
Khushi wrapped her arms around his neck.
Arnav continued, "she was asking me whether you can go and
stay with her for few days".
Khushi stiffened and looked at him without blinking.
"Even I think it would be a good idea. Thoda change bhi ho
jayega", Arnav said in a caring voice tucking her lose fringes.
Khushi pouted and slowly pushed him, then turned her back
towards him folding her arms, "Jaiye Mein aapse baat nahi karti, I am angrey",
she shifted her head a little.
Arnav who tried to gain his balance due to the unforeseen push
looked at her back and could not help but to smile.
He tried to pull her by arms but she jerked his hand back.
He covered the space between them and then hugged her from
behind surprising her.
"Arnav ji", she protested.
"Shh!, but I think staying with me is a better idea Mrs
Raizada", he slowly swayed her along with him.
Khushi immediately turned towards him and hugged him, "of
course it is a much better idea Mr Raizada. And thank god you have brains to
understand that".
Arnav air kissed her and then in held her fruity shampoo.
They stood like that for few more minutes and then parted when his phone
buzzed.
Khushi craned her neck to check the caller id and her face
lit up seeing who was calling. It was shyam. She snatched the phone from him
and pressed the receive button. Arnav was shocked initially but then relaxed
thinking how close those two were.
Arnav circled her arms around Khushi and pressed himself
lightly and carefully, while Khushi happily chirped with her new-found-brother.
Khushi also said she just can't wait to meet him and akash bhai once she was
back home. She also ordered him to order akash to bring her mc chicken burger
but then immediately she bit her tongue and turned towards Arnav sheepishly.
Arnav who was hearing all her rants and was enjoying, shift
to face her.
"Sorry Shyam ji, I cannot eat out, Arnav ji has kept two
chefs for me".
"its ok Khushi, I have kept a chef doesnot mean you have to
have cooked food everyday. If you want to party with your brothers, go on and
have fun".
Khushi excitedly hugged Arnav after uttering a quick
good-bye to shyam and said "No, today I just want to be with you. How about a
candle lit dinner with your wife Mr. Raizada?" she said wiggling her eyeborows.
Arnav turned her around and rested his chin on her shoulder,
"and how about shopping something special for the occasion?"
Khushi
excitedly flickered and tossed various dresses, but somehow nothing appealed to
her. She was tired and slightly hungry when she sat inside the dressing room,
exhausted. She never thought shopping can be so tiring. How can she, when she
never ever gave any importance to her looks. She always wore simple dressing,
which made her comfortable, not something which accentuated her body. But
shopping with her husband was a different experience. She was stunned to know
that how much he gave importance to minute things, like neckline, the cut, the
flow, the colour. She felt like and ordinary woman trying to fit in princess
shoes with this man.
Her
thoughts broke when there was a brief knock at the door.
"Khushi!
are you alright?" he asked in concern, cursing himself for making it so
difficult for her and behaving like an ass, asking her to wear each and every
outfit that he like on her. For a brief moment he forgot that she was unwell
and she shouldnot take so much stress.
"I
am fine Arnav ji, just trying the last one" she lied to him, not wanting
to hurt him. But Arnav knew from her labored breath and heforced her to open
the door.
Khushi
unwillingly opened the door and bit her lips.
"you
don't need to do this anymore. We are going now". Arnav swept her feet and
bundled her in his arms. How could he be so irresponsible? Doesnot he know
she shouldnot stand for long time, that she might start bleeding heavily again?
He thought. Feeling very irritated with his own behavior. He took her out from
the trial room.
Khushi's
eyes popped hearing him out and her cheeks turned red thinking about the how
people will look at them if he continues to carry her towards the exit. She
started wiggling feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable to be carried like this.
He
glared at her. "Stop it Khushi, I am not going to put you down, so don't
waste your energy". Khushi still continued to wiggle in protest when she
heard him telling the shopkeeper to pack all, which he had chosen for her.
"no
Arnav ji I cannot take them all, they are very expensive", she gasped
thinking her husband has gone mad and lost his mind. Those clothes were bloody
expensive. She saw the price tag in the changing room and accepted to buy only
one just to make him feel good. She knew he wanted to buy her a dress badly and
she was happy to get her first gift from him. But she never thought he would
get her everything.
Arnav
shot another look towards her and that was enough for her to understand that he
doesnot want a single word on that.
Khushi
braced herself and managed to come near his ears and blurted out slightly,
"atleast cover my back Arnav ji, I did not pull my zip properly.
She
did not get any reaction from him but felt his arms clutching the two separated
parts and held it together.
Khushi tried to hide her face
feeling extremely embarrassed but Arnav was Aranv, he hardly cared about
several pair of eyes watching them in aw and muffled comments from elderly
people who looked at them in irritation.
Khushi who was hoping that after
they shop for her clothes will go to a kids shop which was around the corner,
seeing at her husband she lost all hopes to visit it.
But she still managed to ask him,
"Arnav ji mujhe uss shop mein ek baar jana hai", she said pointing towards the
toy shop.
But Arnav did not listen to her
and carried her outside the mall.
Gathering her on the back seat
securely he closed the door and made his way to take his seat beside her.
Normally he would have preferred to seat beside the driver but he sat right
beside his wife this time to make sure that she is comfortable. The main reason
was to hold her if the car jerks due to the bad road condition.
He ordered the driver to take
them to the mansion, while Khushi looked at the monkey soft toy which was
displayed on the toy shop window.
"I will get that monkey or
whatever for you", Arnav said in a straight voice looking towards the road.
Khushi flinched slightly when he
said that thinking how on the earth he understood what she wanted. Oh how she
loved that cute fluffy monkey with a long tail. It was absolutely cuddly. "aap
ko kaise pata'.", she couldnot complete her sentence when he spoke.
"I saw you staring at that monkey
the moment we entered the mall and you are staring like a kid right now also,
all most drooling at it. So I guessed you want it, don't you?"
"Yeee'sss" she looked at him
nervously, thinking what he might think of her. An 18 year old wanting wa soft
toy for herself.
Khushi smuggled with him suddenly
feeling unsecured about her wants thinking what if this gesture drift him away
for her.
Arnav snaked his arms around him
and rested his head on hers kneading his fingers with hers fastening and then
locking her tiny fingers with his broad fingers.
The
exhaustion made Khushi feel a little tired for which she drifted to sleep in no
time. Arnav cursed himself once again for making her go through this. He
bundled her in his arms and Khushi was happy to smuggle with him in her sleep.
Arnav dropped a feathery kiss in between her partition and pressed her more to
him.
**
Khushi
sensed few light brushes on his cheeks and a very soft voice kissed her ear.
"Khushi! Sweety we are home" she heard a male voice whisper against her ears.
She
fluttered her eyes and saw her husband looking at her lovingly.
Khushi
stretched her body against him to remove her triedness and then sighed in his
arms.
"Come
I will take you inside", he smiled looking at her and then picked her up in his
arms.
Khushi
happily circled his arms around him and rested her tired head against his chest
and closed her eyes again.
Arnav
carried her till the door and pushed the bell while he ordered the driver to
get Khushi's stuffs inside the house.
**
Anjali
opened the door and was shocked to see his brother carrying Khushi in his arms.
"Chotey
you are home after so many days. Come I will serve you some food. I am sure you
must be tired. And What have you done to yourself? Look at yourself. You look
so tired and worn out", she showed her false concern totally ignoring the
buddle little girl who had suffered the most.
"we are home" Arnav gave her a mocking
smile stressing on the word we. And marched inside the house with a sleeping
Khushi in his arms.
"and
di you are right, I am actually very tired I would love to have some home made
food. If you can cook for me as well as Khushi you know' I would have asked
Khushi to cook for me, but she isnot in a position to do anything of that sort
so if you can kindly take care of these things'and I am sure you like to do
these, don't you?" Arnav spoke sweetly to anjali, being sarcastic.
Anjali
greeted her teeth but could say anything to her brother remembering about the
monthly money, which comes in her account. "Of course chotey, you go to your
room, I will arrange for some food for you".
"We
both. I want Khushi to eat first and then I will eat. So please make it fast"
he said and turned leaving behind a fuming anjali. "and di, if you can arrange
Khushi's things in her room please. You know what has happened to her, so I
don't want a male servant to touch her things. Right now I want to spend as
much time as possible with her".
"Sure
chotey" Arnav fisted her fist and cursed under her breathe.
**
Gazal
gupta threw are bag on the bed and fumed like a wounded lioness.
"No
this can't happen", she said recapitulating the seen in the mall. She couldnot
believe what she saw. "Arnav Singh Raizada, carring a woman in his arms
publically", the more she thought, the more she fumed. And not any girl but Gazal
gupta's scrap goat Khushi Kumari Gupta.
"Dhongi,
nautanki, bloody'" she cursed her.
"enough
is enough Mr. Raizada. Now I am not going to sit back' its time to let Khushi
come to know about all these and there cannot be any good time than this, when
you are bed ridden and vulnerable. How about you wedding present sweetheart,
few tapes of your loving and me husband? How we were all over each other in
every damn parties abroad?" Gazal went to her cupboard and took out the VCDs,
which she had wrapped in red glossy paper. She took out the pen and wrote "To Mrs
Raizada, your wedding video" over the blank white card.
Once
she was done writing she pulled her lips up in a mocking smile. "Tsk Tsk poor
Khushi. You world is going to crash very soon honey just like your fathers when
he saw me bedding with someone else".
***
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