Chapter 8

"Di are you sure that this will help us?" Akaash asked as Anjali had narrated the entire story to both him and Payal.

"I know him Akaash, he'll wonder why Khushi ji told us about their argument this time and he'll definitely ask her"

"And what if he doesn't?" Asked Payal and Anjali sighed; why did she always allude to the hardest part of the plan, which may be improbable to happen as well.

"Then he'll become angry to why Khushi ji opened her mouth and trust me Payal, an angry Chote is a chote on the verge of confessing."

"Bu" Payal opened her mouth to argue but Anjali shushed her up

"Payal if the formar assumption is implausible to happen, the latter is imminent" Anjali assured her as she squeezed her shoulder

"Why are you so adamant on getting Khushi married to Arnav ji"

"Because she's the only girl who doesn't give any damn to her anger" Akaash said and they laughed. God had made Khushi ji exclusively for Arnav, someone who doesn't cares if her explode due to anger.

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The moment he realized that he didn't hate her, there was a strange outburst of euphoric feeling in his heart, which seemed quite incoherent to him, well it was something quite inevitable because he didn't know that this new feeling was love and his heart decided him to guess it on his own terms.

His train of thoughts was badly interrupted by the ringing of the phone. The previous call had knocked some sense into him let's see what this one had in store?

"Hello?"

"Mr. Raizada, this is Mr. Sharma from the Australian tourist agency"

"Oh hello Mr. Sharma, are the tickets arranged?"

"Yes Sir, shall I send them at your house or at your office?"

"I prefer the latter, what's the date?"

"Sir, as you said 14th Feb, four days from the wedding."

"Great. Send them to me asap"

"Yes sir"

And he kept the phone down, let's give his newly wed brother a surprise!

**~~~**

"Amma" Khushi came out from her room, dancing all the way to the sitting area where everyone were astonished to see the chirpy side of Ms. Gupta once again after 3 days of constant lamentation over some non-existent reason.

"What happened bitya?"

"I had applied for a Hindi teacher at a school in our area and guess what?"

"They accepted you" Garima squealed as she stood up and held her

"Yeah"

"Hae re Nand Kishore!" A voice came and Khushi flinched; it's time to cajole Bua ji

"Ji Buaji?"

"What's then need bitya. Shashi is recovering and we no longer have hospital expenses. Your phupa's pension has increased and the shop's running well too"

"Buaji" Khushi said as she side hugged her

"Sometimes, it's not about the need or the advantage, it's for yourself and fun. I want to work, support you guys. What will I do sitting idle at house all day? And it's not like I am working in any office so that you mind the timings, it's a school and I'll be teaching young kids, you know just my type"

Buaji stared at her for a moment and nodded and was taken aback by the loud whistle from Khushi and started mumbling about these kids and their antiques.

Khushi went to her room and at once called her sister to let her know the good news.

"Haan Khushi bol"

"JIJIII" She squealed on the phone

"Wth Khushi! Kia hua?"

"Jiji, remember the school I applied for?"

"Yeah?"

"They took me in."

"Oh how wonderful, good distraction huh?" Payal asked and Khushi smiled faltered; how did Jiji know that this was the perfect distraction for the disturbingly simultaneous increase in both the opposite feelings for Arnav.

"Yes from Buaji and her Nand Kishore"

"So when are you starting"

"Tomorrow"

"What's the timing?"

"Umm I guess 8-2"

"That's long"

"Trust me, it's not" Khushi thought

"Acha Khushi, I need to go now. Will talk to you later"\

"Okay"

Khushi cut the call and smiled as she imagined herself, laughing between a bunch of adorable little kids.

Guess DM always had a chance to cheer her up!

**~~~**

"Common Payal, Bhai has called us down"

"Yes I am done" Payal cut the call and hurried behind her husband.

When they reached the hall, everyone was already present and it seemed as if a long session of inquisition was about to commence. When Payal and Akaash reached there, Arnav stood up from his sofa and walked towards them.

"Bhai is everything alright?"

"Akaash have you planned your honey moon yet?" Arnav asked and everyone's jaws dropped, Arnav had summoned them to discuss the newly wed's honey moon?

"Bhai?" Akaash asked incredously

"Yes Akaash, what's so strange in it? You are married; you ought to go on a honey moon?" Arnav asked, pissed by this stereotype reaction by his family

"Umm okay.. umm. No we haven't!"

"Why?"

"Because I was planning for Austraila and but Aman isn't able to book my tickets. I don't know why!"

"Because I told him"

Arnav took an envelope from his pocked and gave it to Akaash

"It's my wedding present for you. Enjoy"

"Aww" Came a voice from Anjali and everyone laughed as she hugged Payal and Akaash hugged Arnav

"Thanks bhai. Means a lot"

"What date is it Chote?"

"The Valentine's day"

"Ooo" Anjali whooed and Payal blushed, but the second later, her mood dropped.

"What happened Payal ji?"

"Di, I am going to my room" Anjali nodded because her attention was devoted to Payal

"I had to go for shopping but Khushi isn't available any more"

Arnav stopped in his track; what did she mean "not avaliabe"

"Why?" Anjali asked, smirking at her brother's sudden coming to a halt

"She is doing a job at school as a Hindi teacher"

"What? A teacher? She could work with me" Arnav thought

"It's okay, I'll go with you"

"Anjali bitya, let's call Gupta parivaar for a dinner on 13^th, so they could meet Payal"

Arnav didn't know why, but this dinner plan, stirred something within him.

Precap:

Arnav couldn't have been gladder when the conference finally came to an end. He gave himself a final look in the mirror, adjusted his too immaculate look; which was very Un-Arnavish and left the room with a deep breath. However, when he stepped in the hall which leaded to the stairs downstairs, and looked down to have a sneak peak of her, he saw something which made his blood boil, teeth to grit and fists to clench.

Khushi was busy in posing cutely with NK while Akaash clicked their pictures.

Damn this NK!

Mustering all the strength which he required not to go down and break NK's face into two and decapitate his head, he walked down the stairs, his hands clenched into wrist.

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Chapter 9