Chapter 4

Khushi was busy tackling with those guys who were deliberately pressing their bikes near her car. Looking at the caller ID she turned her head to check back and that's when a biker zoomed in front of her and blocked her road.

"Watch out Khushi!" Arnav screamed making Khushi turn front and with a jolt she stopped the car.

Arnav who was driver at unconformable speed had to turn his car to stop hitting Khushi's car. What a bang he hit a pole. His bonnet flew out and steam surrounded him immediately. Coughing while getting of the car he headed towards Khushi's car quickly.

Khushi who almost hit the steering with head cursed Arnav for freaking her out like that. She was sure that she was handling those rowdy guys. If he did not call her then she would have nudged his car easily leaving behind those bikes.

She picked her head and watched one of the teenagers. She fisted her palm and before she could lash out on the boy, Arnav came and opened the car door.

"Are you all right? Why did you looked back instead of talking to me?" he unconsciously tried to touch her face when she practically brushed his hand off her and screamed at him.

"What the hell were you trying to do Mr Raizada? Why the hell did you scream like that? And forget about screaming, don't you know calling someone while driving is a crime?", she lashed out ignoring those boys who was harassing her. And those boys seeing the situation slowly moved away with their bikes. Khushi was no tamed bichari girl, what they thought about her.

"what?" Arnav was confused like hell. Here he was trying to help her out, precisely save her from those stupid, rowdy teenages and there she was reminding about road laws? Rediculous! "Khushi you were being harassed by those..."

His words were cut by Khushi slamming her door shut on his face and then dropping her window glasses she said, "they were harassing me not you".

Arnav after momental throat blockage due to Khushi's rude behavior he said, "exactly".

"ya exactly. SO WHY THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME? To make it more difficult for me to tackle?"

Arnav narrowed his eyes and tried to access the situation. Was this girl mad? Or had she forgot her brain in her house?

"I was calling to say to slow down so that I can tackle them", Arnav said gritting his teeth leaning on her car to bring his face near to her.

"WHY? Did I ask for your help, Mr Raizada? Or are you up for charity always? Well, I don't need one. I can take care of myself so don't you try to impress me like some hero.

"To hell with impressing you. I was just saving you".

"Oh really? And like how did you think of doing so? Me running down a teenager? Or me skiting my car and running into that ditch?"

"Do you know you are just impossible Khushi?"

"Miss Gupta, I don't like strangers calling me by my first name".

"exactly, because you are nothing like your first name".

"And I don't intend to. Now will you move, because I have to reach home and those tattoos whom you thought were harassing me are gone".

Arnav looked at the street it was almost empty except few pedestrians shooting weird looks at them.

Arnav closed his eyes and punched Khushi's car. "You know what? You are the most insensitive, arrogant woman I have ever seen. Bhagwaan bhala kare uska jiske ghar tum jayougi".

Khushi ignited the engine feeling terribly hurt hearing Arnav's last words. She did not want to, she did not have to, she knows she will never ever marry anyone. She cannot trust any man with her or with her life. She doesnot need anyone to share her pain, her sorrow, she doesnot want anybody to understand her, she doesnot want to shade her armor which she had built. She is Khushi and ironically she was the most unfortunate and most unhappy woman. She has come long way and she was left with her last counseling. Her doctor said she has recovered almost 90% and the last session will decide her future. If she succeed she will be back to her old self, but if she fails she will go into the darkest alley of her life and she wont be able to recover ever.

Seeing her for pause for few seconds Arnav watched her. He saw a flicker of sadness, vulnerability in her eyes. Was he imagining? Or was it really there? He thought. For a moment he wanted to apologize to her for talking shit and behaving so rudely with her. But then he thought, she has misbehaved with him equally if not more.

Khushi saw his car from the rear mirror and somehow her words slipped which shocked her as well, "do you want a lift? Seems like your car has broken down", she said looking straight ahead.

"so you have a heart? Don't you?" Arnav smiled at her

"it's called manners", Khushi looked at him and something about his eyes nerved her. The way he was looking at her, smiling consumed her and she was not supposed to feel like this, with a man.

"I am sure you don't have a mirror at home Miss Gupta, you are talking about manors? Does that exists in your dictionary?"

"you have all time for this and you did not have time to talk business with me? It was you who said you want to reach home on time, bhul gaye? I am just obliging you by giving you a lift".

"Or are you trying to reach home as soon as possible so that the whole formality over our sibling thing gets over and you getting to talk to me about your plan?"

"This is the reason my dad likes you so much. I have to agree, you are indeed intelligent", Khushi lifted her gaze slowly sending in unknown temptation to haul her right her and kiss the hell out of her. Until now she was beautiful, fiery, feisty and arrogant. Now, now when she looked at him like that he felt like a man for the first time. No one affected him like this woman, he thought. No matter how much he disapproved her, he cannot deny and the building chemistry between them.

" I am glad you think so. And I am sure you will be just like your dad. And certainly not like you sister. Wonder how come payal is your own sister? She is so sweet, so refreshing, so innocent and so lovely. Where as you..."

"are you getting in or moving out of my way?" Khushi gripped the steering again feeling hurt with the comparison he had just now pulled. Khushi was not the same Khushi she used to be. She was very much like payal, infact even more approachable and lovely to be with.

"Miss Arrogant is the right word for you", Arnav huffed and crossed the car.

He glared at Khushi who was still looking straight and fastened his seat belt. Khushi zoomed the car and headed towards home.

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Extension Coming Shortly

"Look that them, they are coming now", Khushi mother said and everyone turned to see Arnav and Khushi approaching inside the house. Payal ran towards Khushi and hugged her.