Chapter 4

Chapter 3: A Rubbish Conversation

When Khushi turned around and saw Shyam standing in the doorway where Arnav should've been, she felt really confused.

What the hell is Shyamji doing here? And where the hell is Arnavji?

But when she saw that creepy smirk on his face, all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Arnav didn't write that note on the mirror, Mr Creepy McPerv did.

Khushi's eyes hardened and narrowed. She tensed and began to walk towards the door but Shyam blocked all her attempts to get off the roof.

"Why are you being like this Khushiji?" he asked her.

Khushi wanted to scream at him. "Why am I being like this?! Because you're a f**king creepy perv who doesn't appreciate what he's got and is trying to go after a girl half his age even though he has an extremely devoted wife! But Khushi's polite nature wouldn't allow her to say any of that.

"I need to go, so please get out of my way Shyamji." She said as calmly as she could.

"But you just got here. Anyway I wanted to talk to you. I'm so glad you got my note and came straight away." He said with glee.

"Well I don't want to talk to you!" she snapped. "Besides I thought that note was from Arn-Nanheji."

She didn't want any one knowing of her feelings for Arnav just in case he didn't feel the same way. Besides, everyone thought her and NK got along really well so she decided to use his name instead or Arnav's.

"NK! That idiot?!" he fumed.

"Hey! He's not an idiot!" Khushi protested.

Shyam composed himself and smiled. "It doesn't matter. I took care of our problem." He finished with a smirk.

Khushi sighed. This moron just didn't get it. "There is no "our problem" Shyamji. You're a married man, we will NEVER be together, ever."

Shyam's smirk widened and this made Khushi apprehensive. "But I'm not married anymore."

Khushi's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said."

"That's impossible. Anjiliji loves you too much to give you a divorce without a good reason."

"It's a good thing she's dead isn't it." He said manically.

Khushi gave him a funny look. What is this guy on? Anjili is perfectly fine. He's seriously a crazy and delusional bas***d.

"You know what Anjiliji doesn't deserve you! Why can't you just leave her alone?"

She tried to push past him as she couldn't take the amount of rubbish he was sprouting but he grabbed her and pulled her in to a hug. No matter how much Khushi struggled and squirmed, she couldn't get out of his hold.