New FF: Simply Irrestible (Part 6 Page 27) - Page 3

Part 2

Khushi blinked.

Arnaav leaned leisurely against her desk, having the time of his life as he watched his former Classmate stand there dumbfounded. It wasn't very often that someone could make Khushi Kumari Gupta speechless. Then she began to approach him. He raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her next move.

However he never anticipated her smooth small hand lightly touch his forehead then cheeks.

Khushi put one hand on her forehead and the other one on the blonde's. Both seemed the same temperatures. But she checked his cheek just in case. Nothing.

"Well you don't have a fever."

"Why thank you I hadn't realized that." Arnaav said wryly.

Khushi just rolled her eyes. "If that's all you wanted to say. You can go back to your Mahal, mansion, Kothi whatever." Khushi waved her hand toward the door before taking a seat in her chair.

It was Arnav's turn to roll his eyes. "Dear lord woman." He said as he turned around so that his back was to the door. He slammed his palms into the mahogany desk.

Khushi jumped up in shock. She looked up and glared at her former and current Rival.

Arnaav forgot how hot she was when she was mad, especially at him.

"Raizada." Khushi growled.

Back to the topic on hand Arnaav. He said to himself as he pulled his eyes off her Luscious Red Lips. "Gupta I am completely serious. You look like someone's run over your dog or mangy cat in your case."

"Hey!" Khushi interjected.

"Do you or do you not want revenge?" Arnaav continued, ignoring her.

"Raizada you're nuts." Khushi said.

"Well hear me out first."

Khushi didn't say anything. Arnaav took her silence as permission.

"Malik is with Lavanya because she's beautiful. She's with him because he most likely dotes on her like a love sick puppy but most of all because she loves the lime light. She thrives for that attention. When I give you this makeover, you will be more beautiful than she can ever be." Inside or out. Arnaav said the last part to himself.

Khushi noted that he said when rather than if, the cocky son of a gun.

"Then we date and steal their fire and limelight because believe me, once the press gets hold that we're together, that will be all anyone can talk about for days. Malik and Lavanya will be tossed out the window like yesterday's news. You and I both know the world would fall hook line and sinker in love with the idea that I, Arnaav Singh Raizada the current'nah forever hottest bad boy is dating Khushi Kumari Gupta the epitome of a good girl. The public would love our story and you know it."

Khushi didn't know what to say but he was right. The press would eat their story up.

"I don't know Raizada."

Arnaav groaned. "Gupta you know what. I'm picking you up at seven tomorrow morning. Be ready." Then he left out the door like as if he owned the place.

Khushi stared open mouthed even after the door was closed. She rubbed her eyes then pinched herself to make sure she hadn't dreamed the whole thing.

She managed not to do any work at all for the rest of the day. The encounter with Arnaav Singh Raizada kept running through her mind.

Khushi sighed before laying her head on her desk. "Raizada you're nuts." She groaned.

Barun had opened the door to Khushi's office to tell her to go home so that she wouldn't work over time again but stopped when he heard her say Raizada. He froze then tried to sneak back put but was caught before he could.

"Barun?" Khushi asked looking up.

"Yes." He said weakly.

"You wouldn't have anything to do with Arnav Singh Raizada coming into my office today would you?"

Barun laughed nervously. "No, why would you think that?"

"Barun Sobti, I swear'"

Khushi came home after Barun had treated her to his "forgive me" dinner friends date. When she approached her apartment she no longer saw Shyam's stuff sitting there. In a way it made her heart ache more but in others she was thinking good riddance. Because she was fixated on staring at the now empty spot where Barun's stuff once laid she almost missed the letter taped onto the door.

Khushi looked at the envelope. It was unmarked, there was nothing on it at all. She sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She shook the envelope. She could feel something shake in it. Without further ado she opened the envelope.

Khushi was sitting on her couch with a bucket of chocolate ice cream in her lap. Across the room on the television screen was Kyunki Saas bhi Kabhi bahu thi. She's only watched the show once and she'd actually hated it but today she had felt the urge to watch it again. "He's cheating on you with that model!" Khushi cried as she threw the pillow at the television screen. She wanted to cry as she watched it. Now that she was almost in the same situation as the main character she felt more sympathetic towards the character. Granted she wasn't married nor was she pregnant but she'd given all of herself to Shyam as had the character in the show. And then those men cheated for no reason other than the fact they were lying, cheating pigs.

"Gupta, who the bloody hell are you yelling at?"

Khushi fell off the couch at the sound of the familiar voice. She scrambled to get up. "Raizada what the hell are you doing here at my apartment?"

"Open this door and I'll tell you." Arnaav yelled.

Khushi did and before she could say anything Arnaav waltzed right in muttering. "Why Raizada do come right in." She said sarcastically.

Arnaav was in her kitchen staring at the pictures on the coffee table.

"You got them too." He said when he sensed her come into the room.

"Yes." Khushi said softly leaning against the wall.

"Those imbeciles, how dare they." Arnaav yelled.

Khushi jumped up in shock at the anger in his voice.

"They cheated on us Gupta, inside my home, in my bed!" Arnaav yelled as he pointed to one of the pictures of Shyam and Lavanya presumably naked and snogging as if their lives depended on it, in a large black bed with silver satin sheets.

Khushi's eyes were as wide as saucers and for the umpteenth time her jaw was open in shock.

"And what the bloody hell are you wearing?" Arnaav said still in his yelling voice.

Khushi looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of pants that she'd bought two sizes too big on purpose and an old shirt that had seen better days nonetheless she wasn't going to let him make fun of her outfit, it was her favorite and the most comfortable. So Khushi crossed her arms in front of her chest. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing."

Arnaav gave her a look like as if she was crazy. "There's a lot of things wrong with that outfit Gupta. No wonder Moldy left you. His mum probably owns sexier clothes than you do and that's saying a lot."

Khushi narrowed her eyes at him. Just when she was starting to feel bad for him he had to act like that, a jerk, a complete utter jerk.

"You know what, we're starting a day early." Arnaav said before he grabbed her and before she knew, she was being dragged outside her house and was been seated in his car.

Khushi stumbled a bit when she came out of his car. Her head was a little dizzy as she hadn't been prepared for Arnaav's car driving ' no flying skills. She didn't even notice him as he stood beside her and led her into the shop. When she stopped seeing spots, she let her eyes wander though she wished she hadn't. To her horror they were now in a lingerie store!

Hope you guys liked it!!

And I finally figure out about the PM list. As they say, "The best idea is always the easiest one"