Chapter 10
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MARRYING KHUSHI
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Part 12
Khushi glowered at him.
How dare he ask her if she had slept fine last night when he had not let her shut her eyes for a moment?
A thought rushed in to her mind with lighting speed.
Why was he smirking as if he knew for sure that he had invaded her dreams and made it impossible for her to rest her eyes? Had he peeped in to her bedroom at night and seen her running around trying to keep sleep at bay? She drew in a deep breath, all unsettled. This shaitan from Delhi! He had to come with a sticker of warning taped right across his forehead, Handle With Care!
Anyway, she wouldn't let him kiss her hands again. She made sure that she had safely kept her hands behind her back, and looked at him, all defiant.
"I slept very well." she claimed.
"Acha?" asked the wicked devil, smirking. "What did you dream of when you slept?"
Khushi paled as memories rushed through her head.
She said quickly, "Jalebiyaan..."
"You dreamt of jalebi?" he asked, an eyebrow raised in amused enquiry.
"Yes." she said firmly.
ASR's lips twisted in an effort to hold back laughter.
"And rabri... and laddoo... and Mittu." she added, lifting her chin in the air, her hands still hidden.
"And a rakshas, a Laad Governaar..." ASR added, his tone low but determined to make her admit her helpless fascination for him.
Khushi frowned as if all this was news to her.
"Why should I dream of you, Raizadaji, when I have so many other pleasant things to dream of?" she asked, turning her head away, proud of her self-control and inventiveness.
She missed seeing him take the necessary steps to invade her personal space. The first she knew of his nearness was when his hard lips tasted the sweet softness of her plump right cheek.
Khushi jumped back in shock, staring at his intent, hot eyes with wide, astonished ones. She cupped her abused cheek with her right hand.
"What... what did you do?" she gasped, her voice a mere thread.
"What do you think I did? I kissed you." ASR claimed victoriously, his eyes glinting in triumph and delight at finally having gotten the chance to savour the softness of her tempting cheek.
"You... you..." Khushi was lost for words. But not for action.
She grabbed the paper weight off his table and threw it at him. He ducked gracefully. It hit the wall and fell harmlessly to the carpeted floor.
He smiled.
She threw his files at him. They fell to the floor before they reached him.
He smiled.
She picked up his mobile phone and slung it at him. He caught it with all the dexterity of Sehwag.
He smiled.
She looked around, frothing at the mouth. He and his smirk! She would show him what he could do with his smirk! What could she throw at him now? She scanned the room eagerly. His laptop was too heavy. The chair... the table... she couldn't throw any of them.
She looked him in the eye, and bit out. "My face is not a municipal corporation road for you to travel along it as and when you please!"
ASR burst out laughing.
Khushi could not bear his mirth at her expense any longer.
She threw the only object left at him. It was her own phone. It hit him squarely on his chest, fell to the ground, and broke into 3 pieces.
His laughter died down. Both of them stood looking at the remnants of what had once been a mobile phone.
ASR said, "Khushi, you broke your own phone." Laughter was hidden beneath the surface of the words.
Khushi looked at him, her eyes like those of a mad bull at the sight of a red cloth.
"You Laad Governaar! How dare you touch me? Who do you think you are?" Khushi began.
"Arnav Singh Raizada." ASR stood straight and tall, trying to impress her with his imposing figure.
She was not in the least impressed.
"Aap Arnav Singh Raizada honge apne ghar me, apne kapde ke dukaan me, apne Dilli-Billi mein, but not in my Lucknow, not to me." she declared, giving reason a good miss.
ASR straightened his lips that had a tendency to curve in to a smile in her presence. "I am Arnav Singh Raizada everywhere." he said simply.
Khushi frowned at the voice of reason.
"Maybe. But you are no body to me. No body. No one. Samjhe aap?" she asked.
"Acha?" ASR asked sceptically.
"Who are you to take hold of my arm? Who gave you permission to... to..."
"To?" ASR asked, his eyebrow quirked.
"To..." she lowered her lashes, lifted them, and tried to avoid his eyes. "...to give chumban on my palm... or my cheek?" she managed to speak through her frozen throat.
"To give what?" ASR asked. "Chumban? What is that?" His eyes twinkled.
She gave him a hot cross look that could kill him if he were not made of cast iron.
"You know very well what that means, you... you... Shaitan!" Khushi fumed. "Is this the way you behave with all girls who work in your stupid dukaan? Take hold of their hand, chase them in the dark..." She was too angry to continue.
"And give... what was it? Yes, chumban, give chumban on their palm and cheeks." ASR teased her, his face expressionless, his eyes loving her anger.
"I am not your Dilliwali girlfraand for you to do badtameezi with!" Khushi declared. "I am Khushi Kumari Gupta."
"Jalebi Bai of Lucknow." ASR nodded. "I know."
"You know? What do you know? You know nothing! You have no akal, no tameez. Here, we don't... we don't give... give chumban to every girl and boy who passes by." Khushi bit out.
"Acha? For whom are you saving your chumban?" ASR asked, his arms crossed to stop himself from hauling her infuriated form in to his eager hold.
"For my woh!" Khushi said.
"Who?" ASR frowned.
"My... my husband. Matlab, when I marry, I will have a husband..."
"And you will give him all your chumban..." ASR concluded, smirking.
"Don't smile at me. How dare you smile at me?" Khushi asked, angry. "I will not stay here one moment longer! You can make your own pusta and your soup and your sandwiches and eat them. I am going home!" Khushi declared.
"Khushi!" ASR called, alarmed. "You can't do that!"
"Can't I? Watch me carefully and learn. I will show you how I can do it!" Khushi declared.
"Khushi, you are an employee here!" he reminded her.
"So?" she asked.
"You can't leave me... AR Designs like this." he tried to stop her. "Khushi, you will regret this. I will..."
Khushi placed her hands on her hips and glowered at him. "You will...? What will you do except watch me walk away?" she asked. "Babua, this is Lucknow, not your stupid Delhi full of wimps wearing coat, boot, and suit. If you try something with me, kheenchke kaan ke neeche maaroongi. And all my chachas and mamas and bhaiyyas will line up outside your cloth factory and beat you black and blue." she threatened.
ASR stared at her. "Really! You don't know me, Khushi Kumari Gupta!" he threatened.
"Ji. And this Khushi Kumari Gupta does not want to know you. I took up the job to cook for you because you came to my house and won over my family. I did not write away my life to you. My life is my own. I am as free as Mittu. Let me see how you try to stop me from leaving!" she challenged him.
He stepped closer to her, his fists clenched. How dare she try to leave him?
He Devi Maiyya, Raksha Karna! She moved back.
She pointed a shaking finger at him. "Don't come closer to me." She warned him. "If I tell my friends all the ghatiya things you did to me..."
"What will they do?" Fury filled his voice and eyes. "Who will dare to question me?"
"Nobody will bother to question you. They will hit you first and ask questions later." Khushi explained. "They will separate your Arnav, Singh, and Raizada."
ASR took one more step towards her.
Khushi, realising that retreat was the best part of valour, turned and ran for her life.
After one moment of shocked stillness, ASR ran after her.
"Khushi!"
"Go away!"
"Khushi, stop! Let me talk to you."
"Talk to yourself. I don't want to see you again, you ghatiya Shaitan!"
"Khushi!"
"Go back to Delhi, you Akhdoo Rakshas!"
"Khushi!"
"Don't Khushi me, you Laad Governaar! Coming all the way to Lucknow to steal my sleep and my chain!" Khushi shouted as she ran out of Sheesh Mahal.
Anjali, Aman, Akash, NK, and Manju watched Khushi running away from Sheesh Mahal, and ASR runing after her.
As they watched, Khushi flagged down a rickshaw, jumped in to it, and went away in a cloud of smoke.
ASR was left standing by the road, his arm in the air, trying to summon Khushi back.
The spectators to this rare, spectacular vision looked at each other.
"Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon?" NK asked, baffled.
"Jhagda!" Manju quipped.
All laughed.
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