Chapter 3

Chapter 3 ~ The ASR Way… That is, the Laad Governor Way

Arnav smiled to himself as he drove home, remembering how he had made Khushi eat the jalebis in the morning after her she had walked upstairs.

Arnav couldn't believe his ears!

Had he really just heard all that!

He looked at the jalebis, and smirked.

It was time to do things the ASR way!

He held the plate of jalebis and climbed upstairs after Khushi.

She was sitting in the room, cross-legged on the bed and was frowning deep in thought.

He thrust the plate of jalebis under her nose, making her yelp. "Want one?"

She looked at him suspiciously. "I told you-"

"Yes you did, but did the contract prohibit me from making jalebis and you eating the ones that I made? I think not!" he smirked.

"I won't eat it!" she said crossly.

"Fine, looks like I will have to eat the three batches of jalebis then" he sighed.

"What, are you crazy! You're diabetic!" she shrieked, snatching the plate from him.

"Then you eat it!" he said. "Because there is no way I'm going to throw what I made at four in the morning…"

She grabbed a jalebi furiously and stuck it in her mouth.

"Oh My God, this is amazing! How'd you make it!" she said with her eyes closed, licking her fingers.

Arnav stared at her closed eyes and licking her fingers. She looked cute in a … HOT way….

"So, you want more…?"

"MMM!!! Definitely!" her eyes flew open. "I mean no!"

"Then I guess I will have to eat the rest…"

"Laad Governor!" she muttered and chewed on the rest of the jalebis.

The memory of the morning brought a smile to his face, and when he looked up at the sound of a file dropping to the floor, he looked into the shocked face of Aman Mathur.

"Oh yeah, what is it Aman?"

He hurriedly picked up his file. "It's just that the upcoming fashion show has been postponed. The lady-"

Arnav stared at him. "What did you just say?"

"I said that the upcoming fashion show has been postponed…" Aman said, frowning.

"I mean after that?"

"I was about to say that the lady who was to run the show is on maternity leave…"

"Are you sure you didn't say 'the jalebi'…?" Arnav asked frowning.

"N-No sir! I said 'the lady'…" Aman said, getting more and more perplexed.

First boss was smiling to himself, and now he is hallucinating about me saying Jalebis!

"Okay. You can go." Arnav muttered.

Just as an amused Aman was about to walk away, Arnav called. "And er, Aman?"

"Yes Sir?" Aman turned around.

"Did Akash, erm, say anything today?"

"Of course sir! He has said a lot of things!" Aman said.

"What! Did he say anything about um, jalebis?" Arnav asked.

"What! No, sir. No he didn't!" Aman muttered, wondering whether his boss had lost it completely.

Maybe his diabetics is making him crave for more sweets just because he isn't allowed!

"Okay, thanks." Arnav said.

As Aman, walked out, he saw Akash pass by. "Hey, erm, why is boss talking about jalebis so much?"

Akash stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Oh never mind!" he chuckled and walked away shaking his head, leaving a poor, frustrated Aman behind.

*

When Arnav reached home at night, he saw Khushi preparing for bed. He knew it'd be tough managing for tonight as well, but he had to do it in the way he knew it the most… The bluntest way possible.

So he casually strode over to his cupboard and took out a Tee and PJs. He began to unbutton his suit, and as expected, Khushi yelped. "What are you doing!"

"If you cover your eyes like that, you won't know Khushi…" he said casually.

"No, I mean WHY are you doing what you are doing?" she asked, her hands still over her eyes.

"Well, I can't sleep with my suit!" he said, throwing his suit away and working on the buttons of the blue shirt he had worn inside after throwing aside his tie as well.

"NO! I mean why are you changing HERE!"

"Why not? Besides Khushi, you have already seen all of me, and I have seen all of you! So why so shy?"

Khushi's hands dropped from her eyes in shock. "What! I-I don't remember any of it, you understand? Neither do you!"

"Well, shall we remind each other then?" he smirked.

"NO! You Laad Governor!" she screeched and threw his suit at him, which he caught deftly with a chuckle.

She stuck her tongue out at him and stormed off to the bed.

"Don't do that again Khushi, or I might be tempted to kiss you!" he said, enjoying himself.

"Besharam!" she muttered.

"I heard that…"

"Good."

After changing into his Tee and PJs, he slipped into the bed next to her. Khushi sat straight when she felt the mattress dip. "What are you doing!"

Arnav sighed. "You need to get your eyes checked Khushi. In case you haven't noticed, I am about to sleep!"

"The recliner isn't wet…" she said with a gasp as he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"I know."

"Then why…"

"Khushi, I don't want to hide anything from you…" he said softly, and she felt his breath fan her neck.

"Wh-What?"

"I wet the recliner on purpose yesterday so I could sleep next to you. I like it when you cuddle me in sleep…" he murmured.

"I don't!"

"Well, we'll see about that. Now sleep Khushi… You may be holding onto the contract, but the contract is invalid to me now." He murmured. "Besides, we did get married with all the rites, and by the terms of THAT contract, you have to bear with me for the next 7 lives… So lets just sleep shall we?"

Khushi was dumbstruck, and couldn't think of any reply other than 'Laad Governor', before she fell asleep in his embrace.