Chapter 3
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rulama 2014-01-02 10:40:10
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Arnav & Khushi OS: I love you, Khushi
Part 3
Halfway to Buaji's house, his common sense reared its head.
He tried Khushi's phone. She did not pick up.
He called Buaji.
"Arnav Babua? Kaa hua, Nandkisore?" Buaji was all smiles.
"Buaji, is Khushi there?" ASR asked.
"Khussi? Why should she be here, Nandkisore? You stole her from us, didn't you? You were so much in parem with her that you couldn't wait to ask our permission and ran away with her on Payaliyaa's marriage day. Now she should be with you. Tum hi bhugto, Nandkisore!" Buaji laughed.
ASR could feel his palms sweat. Where was Khushi?
"I will call you later, Buaji." ASR cut the call.
"Sharma gaye hamre Arnav Bitwaa, Nandkisore!" Buaji chuckled.
He drove around the city for hours trying to locate Khushi, beads of sweat appearing on his temples inspite of the cold weather.
He called Anjali, Akash, and NK, trying to find out if Khushi was with them without alarming them. He called HP repeatedly to find out if she had returned home. HP reported that dinner, the cake and balloons had been delivered. He then sat by the phone, knowing that Arnav Bhaiyya would call him all night till he found Khussi Bhabi.
"Khushi, where are you?" ASR panicked as he looked out at the crowds on the roads, all determined to see in the new year with as much alcohol in them as possible. Boys were firing rockets to burst in the skies, filling the dark expanse with many hues. He hoped they wouldn't stand too close to the fire, the spirit within them putting them in danger of instant combustion.
He checked the hospitals; he checked the markets. He scanned the roads; he scrutinised the people walking by. He paid special attention to the crowds outside halwais and pani puri sellers, chudi shops and channa sellers.
But Khushi was no where to be seen.
He tried her phone repeatedly but to no avail.
He stopped in the parking of Devi Maiyya's temple. The bells were being rung with great enthusiasm and he could hear devotees praying loudly. He leaped out of the car and ran up the steps. He looked at the huge crowd of people before the idol, looking for the beautiful form of his wife.
Images of the day when he had charged up to her and taken hold of her hurt hand and bandaged it rushed through his mind. Where was she?
'Khushi, Khushi...' his mind chanted.
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