Silent Whispers
-CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR-
Forever Soiled
Khushi walked out of her front door, trying very hard not to step on the coral dress flowing
down to her feet. If it was up to her, she would never have chosen such an
elegant outfit for the night. It required much more attention than she could
afford. But alas, she didn't have a choice.
After being harrased by an excited Lavanya on skype, there really
was no way around it. So, she gritted her teeth and let Jaya excitedly curl her
hair and set her make-up. When they were done, Khushi could barely recognize
herself in the mirror. Whether it was the way she stood, or the way she stared
at her reflection, something was very
different. The only word that came to her was ethereal.
By the time Khushi arrived at her driveway, however, all
worries of her dress vanished without a trace. Leaning on a sleek black BMW,
Arnav looked nothing less than Adonis himself, in a black tuxedo, gelled hair
and a clean-shaven face. For a second, Khushi couldn't remember how to breathe.
"You look beautiful,"
Arnav murmured suddenly, staring spellbound at her.
A smile spread across her face, the sting from their
conversation on the phone earlier that evening lessening into nothingness. She
felt elated to see him react, to see him care.
It meant she wasn't just another
pesky little intern for him.
"Thank you," she replied.
"I'm assuming I passed the look test?"
He gave her an incredulous look. "You aced it."
Khushi grinned. No
matter what happened in the past, no matter how much she reminded herself of
control before stepping out of the house, there was nothing in the world that kept
her from his charm. And just like that, they settled back into their usual
banter without any awkwardness at all.
The ride to the party was surprisingly short. When Khushi
stepped out of the SUV, suddenly excited for the event, she couldn't help but
be taken back by the venue. It was a magnificent mansion, decked up in
countless fairy lights, all glowing underneath the night sky. Really, the rich
and elite had too much money to
spare.
"I told you this was a prestigious party," Arnav unexpectedly
whispered in her ear.
Khushi gulped, feeling goosebumps run down her arm. What was
with him and proximity? Did he not realize just how distracting his presence
could be?
Arnav stepped back and handed his car keys to a valet nearby,
before saying, "Shall we?"
She nodded. And to her great surprise, he wrapped his arm
around the back of her waist in response.
"I hope your brother hasn't given you a curfew tonight," he
said, gently leading her up a short set of stairs to the main entrance. "There
are many people I need you to meet."
"That sounds worrisome," she said, regaining her voice. "Are
you planning to set me up with someone tonight?"
"If I did indeed want to set you up with someone, then why
would I bring you here instead of a nice, candle-light dinner somewhere?"
She snorted. "Oh please... we both know you just pretend to flirt with me. You don't
really mean it."
He looked at her. "Are you sure about that?"
Khushi didn't know what to say. Despite usually being able
to differentiate between his serious and funny side, at that moment she had no
idea if he meant what he said, or was simply, pulling her leg.
Luckily, they had reached the front doors by then, where a
small group of photographers with blinding cameras, swarmed them. After a relentless phootshoot of sorts, during
which Arnav's arm around her somehow fell away, they entered the main hall.
"So, who exactly am I supposed to meet and impress tonight?"
Khushi asked, looking around the humugous room, which was artistically
decorated with drapes, lights and flowers, all pearl coloured.
A booming voice called their attention. "Mr. Raizada! What a
pleasure to see you here!"
Khushi turned to see an aging man walk towards them,
adorning one of the warmest smiles she had ever seen. He sorely reminded her of
her grandfather.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Arora," Arnav replied,
shaking his hand.
"I was wondering if I would see you here. After all, Rajeev
is very particular with his guest list."
"That he is. But fortunately, Mr. Prakash and I have crossed
the barriers of being rivals for quite some time now."
"Yes, I heard about the deal you struck with him. It's quite
impressive! And congratulations on that new land by the way. I'm sure it took a
lot to convince the Maliks to sell their property."
Arnav smiled. "But definitely worth it in the end."
"Well that's what's going around in the news. At this rate, AR
Designs will become the number one company in the city."
"I most certainly hope so! But truthfully speaking, I can't
take credit for all of the glory. Khushi here was the one who suggested the
deal in the first place."
Mr. Arora turned to look at her, as if he had just figured
out the answer to a very deep puzzle. "Oh ho! Is that what made the most
eligble bachelor of Delhi finally commit to a relationship?"
Khushi gaped, not being able to comprehed what was just so
casually said.
"No, no, Mr. Arora," Arnav answered, with a chuckle.
"Forgive me for not introducing you both first. Khushi, this is Mr. Arora, one
of our oldest partners and a very dear friend, and Mr. Arora, this is Khushi Kumari
Gupta, our promising new intern."
Khushi let out a silent sigh of relief. After finally
finding her feet in the mess of emotions she recklessly made yesterday, she
didn't want to fall into a new trap, the trap of being Arnav Singh Raizada's
girlfriend. It was much too complicated.
"I'm so sorry!" Mr. Arora apologized to her. "For some odd
reason, I thought such a beauty can only be Arnav's girlfriend. But, anyway,
it's nice meeting you Ms. Gupta."
"Thank you and it's definitely a pleasure to meet you too,"
Khushi said with a small smile. "On a side note, I think it's safe to say that
when the most eligible bachelor of the city finally settles down, it won't be
for an ordinary girl."
Mr. Arora grinned. "I second that! So tell me, how is it
working at AR Designs? Does Arnav live up to his reputation?"
"I'm afraid he does live up it amazingly well," she said
humorously. "He is ruthless on all of us."
"I object," Arnav interrupted, with mock anger. "Perhaps, we
should discuss the terms of your contract again Miss Gupta?"
Khushi glanced at him, ready with a witty retort, when her
eyes fell on a tall man with golden-framed glasses, standing a few feet from
them. She froze in horror.
Shashi Joshi had not changed a bit from the last time they
met, exactly two months ago, on her birthday.
"Khushi? What happened?" Arnav called, confused at her
sudden pause.
She looked to him, pale. "Nothing," she lied, clearing her
throat. "Um, excuse me Mr. Arora, I think I just saw an old friend."
And without waiting for a reply, she walked off aimlessly
into the crowd, trying to put as much distance as possible from the man who
ruined them all without even blinking an eye.
The truth was, she couldn't face him. It was too much to
handle after all that he put them through . And in the corner of her mind, Khushi knew it
was the right thing to do, especially in place like this, where one wrong move
landed you out the social circle and into the daily news, not for days, but for
years. Her own mother was proof
it.
So, she ran. Only, there was no where to go.
Amidst the posh gathering of the party, Khushi felt
completely out of place. There wasn't a single face she recognized, a single
person she could approach, except of course Arnav, who had also vanished from
sight. Heaving a sigh, she went to the only solace left in her life.
"Vodka on the rocks please," she told the bartender,
arriving at the extreme corner of the lavish hall, where drinks were being
served.
The bartender gave her a skeptical look, no doubt wondering
if she would be able to handle the alcohol. If only he knew her.
"Now would be
nice," Khushi said, glaring at the man, who quickly averted his eyes and began
making the drink in silence.
A foreign voice floated her way. "Don't forget to add a
fresh squeeze of lemon Rakesh. Our guest here has a thing for taste."
Khushi closed her eyes in annoyance, recognizing the voice
in an instant. It seemed that her evening was only going to get worse. "What
are you doing here?!"
Gaurav Prakash, her classmate and long-time harasser,
smirked. "Just the reaction I was expecting. Nice to meet you too Khushi."
She gritted her teeth, the memories of their last encounter grudgingly
filling up her mind. They had met in a darkened nightclub, where he stealthily
spiked her drink. Fortunately, Arnav had arrived in the nick of time and saved
her.
"Cheers," Gaurav said, when the bartender placed the glass
of vodka in front of her.
Khushi didn't move. If she wasn't so torn up seeing her
father at the party, she would have definitely been angry enough to slap him.
But she knew that was out of question, for it would grab much more attention
than what she was allowed.
"Go on then," he pressed. "Bottom's up!"
"I know what you did that night Gaurav," she told him
sternly. "And I sure as hell haven't forgiven you for it. So do yourself a favor
and get lost."
"Has anyone ever told you that insulting the host is bad
manners?"
"Host? But-" Khushi's eyes widened in realization. "This is your house?"
"Why the surprise? Oh right, you came here without an
invitation. Of course you wouldn't
know the host."
"I'm not as cheap as you! I came here with someone."
"Oh really? So who is it now?"
A line appeared on her forehead. "Excuse me?"
"It's the good old drama, right? You show your attitude,
some rich guy falls for you and then when you get your fill of the money, you
dump them. Just like what you did with Akash."
"What?!" she
asked, both confused and appalled at his words. "What the hell are you talking
about?!"
He crossed his arms. "Everyone is talking about it... how
Akash just disappeared from college
and you don't say a thing about him. It's obvious that you got bored and moved
on."
She shook her head. "That's the stupidest thing I have ever
heard! What me and Akash have is none
of your business."
"Oh, stop pretending already... I know all about you and people
like you. But honestly, you should have told me this earlier. I have a lot more
money than Akash. After all, I'm going to take over my father's business some
day, instead of ending up on the streets as a homeless painter."
Khushi glared at him, her patience dissipating into thin air.
Boyfriend or not, she couldn't tolerate anyone
insulting Akash. "You made a slight mistake Gaurav, it's not Akash who is going
to end up on the streets, it's as*holes like you. Because what Akash has is
called talent. He doesn't need to
live off his family and neither does he need to buy his girlfriends. So instead of demeaning him to boost up your
worthless ego, grow up and accept it that he is a million times better than you."
Giving him a disgusted look, she turned hotly on her heels
and began to walk away, when-
"I don't need to
find excuses to insult Akash! He did it himself by dating a sl*t like you,
whose family is nothing but a bunch of gold-diggers!"
She whipped around.
Pleased to see her reaction, he continued, "Yeah, I know all
about you and your scandalous family."
Fear began to thread through Khushi as she looked into
Gaurav's sneering face. How much did he know about her? And more importantly,
what did he plan to do about it?
"W-what scandal?" she said, putting as much confidence into
her voice as she could muster. Come what may, she couldn't let me him near the
truth.
"The scandal of why you don't have a father. "Gupta" is your
mother's name right? Not your dad's."
She paled. "How-"
"Being in an affluent family has its perks. But obviously
you know nothing about that. So does your mom at least know who your Dad is? Or
is she clueless about it too?"
"SHUT-UP!" Khushi roared, all her restraints
falling off. She didn't care that her thundering voice silenced everyone in
the hall. "You don't know anything
about me or my family!"
"Really?" he replied, mockingly. "Then tell me - who is your
dad? And where is he? Why do you live with your brother?"
Khushi felt all eyes in the room turn to her, both prying
and patronizing. She was right in the middle of what she desperately wanted to
avoid. Really, how cruel can the gods be on her?
"Ashamed to accept the truth?" Gaurav said, taking advantage
of her silence.
"It's none of your
business who my father is-"
"That's because you don't have one! And I think everyone here knows what we call that."
Khushi said nothing, having no retort, no cutting reply to
defend her position. She looked around the room, seeing all the foreign faces
stare at her in what she assumed was disgrace. And right in front of her,
behind the leering figure of Gaurav, stood Shashi Joshi, cold and
stoned-faced. He hadn't even flinched
upon seeing state.
Her hands curled into fists. She knew her father wasn't
going step in, she knew he was just going to stand there and watch show,
because that's what he did best - abandoning you when you needed him the most.
And yet, for some reason, it her hit hard to see it played out in front of her.
She was humiliated beyond words.
"So," rumbled Gaurav's voice. "The next time you tell me how
worthless I am, don't forget that I am still a million times better than you."
"Enough!"
Khushi looked up, in some small corner of her heart, expecting
to see Shashi stand up for her. But it wasn't. The voice that came to her
defense was none other than Arnav's, who pushed through the crowd to her, his
face contorted with chilling rage.
"Before you continue your outrageous accusations, I suggest
you keep your mouth shut," he said, his voice eerily calm.
Gaurav defiantly crossed his arms. "And if I don't?"
"Then Mr. Prakash," Arnav said. "I will have to tell our too
willing of an audience, what a filthy scumbag you really are."
"How dare you-"
"Oh yes, I dare. You see the words of a man like you, who
can stoop as low as drugging innocent girls, are given as much attention as one
would to a fly. And that's just the beginning of the things you do on a regular
basis. If I get into the all juicy details, then I'm afraid the newspapers
tomorrow morning will run out of space to capture them all."
"And what of all the details about her?" he asked, gritting his teeth. "I'm sure being illegitimate
already filled up the pages!"
"What proof do you have that whatever you are saying is
true?"
"Ask her! If she really isn't illegitimate, then let her
tell us who her dad is!"
"Khushi doesn't need to tell anyone anything," Arnav
snapped. "Because that would do nothing but add unnecessary weightage to your meaningless
point."
"But that just proves
I'm right!"
"No, it doesn't. It just proves to everyone how senseless
you are, making random claims just for some petty, college vendetta. And a
little of piece of advice Mr. Prakash - you would do well to not insult the sister of the city's
biggest lawyer. I believe Mr. Shyam Manohar Gupta holds the capability of
snubbing you in jail for a minimum of ten years just on the basis of
harassment."
Gaurav opened his mouth to answer, but Arnav cut him off.
"You would also do well to know that Khushi is here on my account. Insulting her means that you
are insulting me. And I think your
father holds his partnership with AR Designs too dearly to disregard seeing it
end prematurely. He won't be pleased with you, to say the very least."
A new voice interrupted their argument.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Raizada!" said a middle-aged woman, hurriedly
walking up to him in panic. "For everyone's sake, let's just end this here. I
apologize sincerely for my son's rudeness."
Arnav gave her a livid look. "And you should."
Then taking a stunned Khushi's hand, he walked out the front
door, leaving an equally astonished audience behind. By the time the valet
faithfully brought Arnav's car, Khushi couldn't feel anything but the
embarrassment she faced inside.
Would she ever be able lead a "normal" life? A life that didn't
have carry the risk of falling apart in a moment's notice? Will she ever be
free of the stigma her father passed on to her as inheritance? Or will she
forever be stuck in the shadows of secrecy, hoping people would just forget her past?
The answer was obvious. It didn't matter that she was
innocent; it didn't matter that her mother was wrongly framed. The prying
questions would always be there, they would always be asked, even by the people
on her side.
"Khushi," Arnav called, pulling up in front of her house. It
was the first time he spoke since walking out of the party and his tone said
everything she needed to hear.
So, swiftly unbuckling her seatbelt, she got out of the car
and headed straight inside, not even turning back once to give him one last look.
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Jai Shri Ram @SoniRita
+ 32
6 months ago
Glad ASR stood up for her n told Gaurav off.
Jai Shri Ram @SoniRita
+ 32
6 months ago
Gaurav sucks so bad, he is aa bad as khushi'a dad. Poor Khushi
coderlady @coderlady
+ 8
1 years ago
Gaurav is pathetic. Just like Shashi. But now both know that Khushi has the backing of Arnav.
Jai Shri Ram @SoniRita
+ 32
1 years ago
Ugh i hate this Gaurav, poor khushi. Thank god for asr.
MorallyGrey @WildestDreams
+ 32
1 years ago
Chapter bookmarked! I will drop my comment soon!
kushiarnav1 @kushiarnav1
9 years ago
take u r time yaar...sorry for u r loss...will be here...thanks for the note...
canapoem @canapoem
+ 6
9 years ago
Archi,my heartfelt condolences to you and your family. Please relax and take your time. No hurries.
-HEAVEN- @-HEAVEN-
+ 2
9 years ago
Sry for ur loss...take care dear,we ll wait.
sincereme @sincereme
9 years ago
Sorry for your loss... Take your time..
simran @Laters_Baby
+ 2
9 years ago
Sorry to hear that ,hope u n ur family coping well take care !