Chapter 40
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MARRYING KHUSHI
Part 34
"Khushi!"
"Don't Khushi me, you... you..." A book on management skills came flying at him.
He ducked.
"Khushi, what are you doing?"he asked, delirious with joy.
"You Rakshas! You Shaitan! You Laad Governaar!" A flower vase, a book, and another pillow came his way.
"Khushi, calm down!"
"I will calm down when I am dead! I thought you were khadoos, akhdoo!" Tears filled her eyes and poured down her cheeks. "I was ready to live with that. I thought no body wanted to marry you. But that was alright with me."
She wiped away her tears with one hand and grabbed his laptop.
"No, Khushi, no..." ASR tried to save his laptop, but she hurled it at him. He managed to catch it at the last second.
"I didn't know you were rich. I didn't know that the girls in Delhi were dying to marry you. I didn't know that you owned Sheesh Mahal. I thought you were renting it. I didn't know you had a big business."
She took two books and threw them one after the other, aiming for his head.
"Khushi! All that does not matter. All that matters is that we are married." ASR tried to get a word in edgeways.
"Yes, our marriage. Why did you marry me? Did I come after you, pleading, begging that you should marry me? Did I threaten you? Did I build a tent in front of your house and sit there in bhook hartal to force you to marry me? Then why did you come to my house and tell my family that you wanted to marry me?"
"Khushi...!"
"There is no shortage of girls in Delhi. There are lots of them around, everywhere, in the streets, in your office, at your party! Then why didn't you marry them? Why did you have to marry ME?"
"Khushi, listen to me!"
"Hum nahi listen karenge! I was happy in Lucknow. Why did you have to marry me and bring me to Delhi to cry? Why couldn't you have married someone rich, educated, from your kind of background? Why did you have to marry me and destroy my life and my peace of mind?"
"Khushi!"
"Chi! Laughing and talking with other girls when your wife is looking at you! If this is what you do in the presence of your wife and family, I shudder to think what you will get up to when you are alone with them!" Khushi let it all out.
"Khushi, Mona is just a friend! Her husband is a friend..."
Khushi gasped.
"You were kissing your friend's wife! He Devi Maiyya! What a bounder I have married!" Khushi gasped.
"Khushi!" ASR began to fume.
"Ghatiya aadmi! Smiling at that poor girl who came to get your signature! She is your employee! You pay her salary. You are responsible for her well-being, just as though you were her father. You should be looking after her, protecting her. And you are smirking at her! And kissing your friend's patni! Chi! You don't know the difference between a sister and a premika? Chi! Chi!"
"Khushi!" the lion roared, his memories of his childhood rising to overwhelm him.
"Yes, this is Khushi! I won't stay a moment longer with you! I don't want to see you again in my entire life! I thought... I hoped... But you cheated me, tricked me, fooled my parents and Buaji, you... you... lecher! You adulterous animal!"
ASR threw the laptop on the floor. The sound shocked Khushi in to silence.
ASR marched up to Khushi and caught hold of her arms.
"How dare you call me these names!" he shook her.
"I dare because they are true." Khushi caught hold of his collar, tears trailing down her cheeks unchecked. "Why did you marry me? If you wanted to chase the women in Delhi, then why did you marry me?" Her voice broke.
"Because I love you, dammit! Because I can't live without you! Because all I can see when I shut my eyes is you! Because you are my world, my breath, my reason for living!" He threw her away from him and stood panting.
Khushi collapsed on the bed, staring at him, unable to believe her ears.
ASR quickly called Aman.
"We are setting out for Agra now. Collect me in 15 mins."
He turned to look at a shell-shocked Khushi. "I will not trouble you with my presence for three days. I have a conference in Agra. If you want to return to Lucknow, you are free to do so. Ab khush?"
Khushi stared at him, speechless.
He threw formal clothes in to his suitcase, hurled in a couple of files, his medicines...
Khushi sat staring at him as though in a dream.
ASR lifted his suitcase and moved towards the door. He paused.
"I will call Di & tell her that I had to leave early in the morning." He said, his voice husky, low, hurt. His eyes fell on the laptop on the floor. "Tell her that it slipped from my hands."
He left.
Khushi ran to the window the moment he vanished from her sight.
She lifted her hand to call him back. She parted her lips, but her voice abandoned her.
Her eyes lingered on his figure as he walked down the steps to the front door and out. Tears poured down her face; her breath caught in her chest.
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