Arnav felt dumber than ever. A mistake repeated twice. It was so not like him to do that. Khushi at the other hand could see Arnav deeply troubled, and momentarily forgot why she had called him.
Kh: Arnav? Is there a problem?
Ar: (hesitantly) No. Why did you call?
Kh: That's not important. Why are you worried?
Ar: I am NOT.
Kh: I know there's something terribly wrong. (calmly) Please tell me what happened.
Ar: Actually, (and he retold all that Sinha had told him earlier)
Khushi silenced for a moment thinking hard.
Kh: Give me Ms.Oberoi's number.
Ar: (in a baffled tone) huh? Why?
Kh: Just give it to me.
Ar: Okay, write it down.
Khushi quickly grabbed a paper and pencil from a nearby table and scribbled down the number Arnav dictated to her.
Kh: Ahan okay, bye.
Before Arnav could reply, she hung up. I wonder what is she up to now, he mused to himself.
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Khushi punched in the number Arnav had given and kept the phone on her ear mentally preparing herself for what she had to say to Mrs.Oberoi.
Mrs.Oberoi: Hello! Who is this?
Kh: Khushi Kumari Gupta from AR industries.
Mrs.Oberoi: (angrily) Do you have a clock at your place? Its 11:00 at night.
Kh: Sorry Mam. But it's urgent.
Mrs.Oberoi: If its about that deal I signed with you people than I am not interested. I already cancelled it earlier.
Kh: You are making a mistake, Mam.
Mrs.Oberoi: They all say that at the end of the day.
Kh: I have a good reason to object.
Mrs.Oberoi: Go on, and quick, I don't have all night.
Khushi sulked to herself. This lady was so gross. She kicked the thought out of her mind at once thinking about how deeply Arnav was worried about this particular deal.
Kh: Mam, actually, we as a company are the best one in the fashion industry. Secondly, if I know best you want unique modernized Indian dresses, so how about I sent you a new set of designs in accordance to your needs?
Mrs.Oberoi remained silent for a few minutes pondering over Khushi's proporsal. Khushi waited impatiently for Mrs.Oberoi's answer. 'I don't have all night' She mentally mimicked to herself.
Mrs.Oberoi: Okay. But make it quick. I need the designs by morning or else the other company I hired is going to have the assignment.
Kh: Yes Mam. Can I have your email address please?
Mrs.Oberoi dictated her e-mail address to Khushi who quickly in untidy writing scribbled it on the same paper she had noted her number which Arnav gave. With that Mrs.Oberoi, disconnected the call. Khushi immediately got to work. First she checked all over the house if everyone was asleep, and then finally peeked inside Payal's room who seemed sound asleep too. Quickly she went back to her room, took out some paper pencil, and began making some designs. She worked all night endlessly, scribbling hard on the paper, trying to wrack her brains to think of the unique designs she could think of. I make my clothes, she told herself. They always look good. This is going to be good too. Finally done with the final blue prints, she looked at them approvingly and checked the watch. Oh My God! It's 5:00 in the morning. NO wonder I feel so sleepy, she thought to herself. She rubbed her eyes furiously, making them turned red. Getting up, she walked over to where her scanner and laptop lay. Thanks to Arnav and her tedious work at AR he had supplied her with a scanner and laptop. She hurriedly unpacked it, scanned al the blue prints she had made, compressed the file, and send it to Mrs.Oberoi's e-mail address.
Kh: Whew! (Wiping of the sweat from her forehead) Finally done!
She looked at her bed longingly, that seemed very inviting and jumped onto it, had the sheets over her, and fell sound a sleep.
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Arnav looked at his laptop and the papers in front of him with dissatisfaction. What does that lady need? I have given her the best I could, yet she insist on something better. What else does she want? Arnav thought to himself.
He looked at the messy state of his bed and finally after convincing his mind that he didn't need a deal from a danmed lady who had some unrecognized defect in her eyes, got up from the bed and started clearing up the mess, depositing the things on their right places. After that was done he walked over to his wardrobe picked out a set of formal clothes and headed to the washroom to change.
*10 minutes later*
Arnav was down, rushing down the endless fleet of stairs, quickly grabbed a toast from the breakfast table, and headed for the exit door or RM. Anjali caught him pacing up out of the house and stopped him in his tracks before he truly disappeared out of sight.
Anj: Chotte? Where are you going this early in the morning?
Ar: Office.
Anj: But..
Ar: (cutting her in between) I'll talk to you later Di. Bye.
With that he went off without waiting for Anjali to reply.
Anj: (muttering to herself in disgust) Two day's later he's getting married, and all he is concerned about right now is work!
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Khushi slept peacefully on her bed exhausted from her night's work. It was hard but if it was something that could make Arnav happy, anything was less.
Just then somebody started hammering on her door impatiently.
Khushi opened her eyes, still sleepy, almost in a daze.
Kh: (in an annoying voice) Who is it?
Ga: Khushi come out dressed up quick! You have been sleeping too long.
Khushi looked at the watch sleepily, unable to make out what time did the hands on the clock indicating. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the clock a second time. 9:30. What the hell? I just slept at 5:00! She grumbled to herself. But she knew well, it was no use telling that to Amma, she would instantly turn up into her James Bond style and start questioning her as if she was a accused murderer.
Kh: (yelling back) Okay! I am coming.
Ga: Don't yell Khushi! I am not deaf and come out quick, there's a lot of work.
Khushi stopped her in between or else Amma would go on and on. Irritatingly she got up and went to the washroom to take a shower and change her clothes.
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Arnav sat in his cabin solemn faced busy calculating the loss he would suffer if he wouldn't be able to convince Mrs.Oberoi to renew her deal with them. All night he'd worked but hadn't mange to gear up anything like Mrs.Oberoi needed.
OoO
Ar: Arnav Singh Raizada.
Voice on the other end: This is Mrs.Oberoi. I would like to renew our contract with your company regarding my daughter's marriage.
Arnav had a completely confused expression on his face. Is this lady mad or something? The other day she cancels the deal, and makes me work like a dog all night and now she calls me up out of nowhere, saying she wants to renew the deal? How more can a woman get crazy?
Ar: (trying not to show the confusion in his voice) Sure. I'll be right over.
Mrs.Oberoi: Could you please bring Ms.Khushi Kumari Gupta along with you?
Ar: (getting even more confused) Khushi?
Mrs.Oberoi: Yes. The same girl who called me last night and sent me the new set of designs. I must say the designs were splendid Mr. Raizada.
Ar: Thankyou Mam. I'll being her along.
The line disconnected. Arnav found himself struggling for answers. What was going on? What had she done? Sent designs to Mrs.Oberoi? When? How? She? She has hardly any experience in this field. And then he remembered how she had previously through her designs earned him a deal worth a million dollars. Even then, his mind juggling with confusion, he hurriedly punched in Khushi's number.
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Khushi was out in the kitchen grumbling to herself, helping her mother clean the countless number of masala's. This was the very thing she hated. Masala's, Urgh. They looked good to taste, but to clean them was the most disgusting ever thing to do.
OoO
Just then her cellphone began to ring violently, making everybody in the kitchen giving her death glares.
Ga: (angrily) How many time have I told you not to bring this ting to the kitchen?
Like I ever counted, Khushi thought to herself, but preferred to say sorry instead and picked up the phone.
Kh: Hello?
Ar: Arnav here. Get ready. I am coming to pick you up in 15 minutes.
Kh: But..
Before she could say anything more the call disconnected leaving her in a baffled state. What am I supposed to do now? He's coming. Stupid fellow. How many times do I tell him we are not supposed to meet until we get married. Confused, thinking hard she walked into the kitchen and clumsily sat on the floor disturbing the order of the masala's.
Ga: Khushi! For God sake look where you are sitting.
Garima scanned Khushi's troubled face carefully.
Ga: Who's call was it?
Kh: (involutairly) Arnav.
Ga: (making a face) Oh, any problem?
Kh: He is coming to pick me up.
Garima looked at Khushi with a shocked expression. She was evidently replying to her questions in a lost state of mind. But the more important thing now was, why is Arnav coming here? Is that man seriously nuts? First he comes with his brother breaking into their house likes thieves, and leaving without any explanation. And now he was telling her daughter to come with him 10:30 in the morning, before marriage?
Ga: What! Why?
Kh: (in the most confused tone ever) I don't know Amma. He just told me to get ready and clicked the phone off.
Ga: Doesn't he know you are not supposed to go with him before you two get married?
Kh: He knows. But I don't know why he called me then. Must be something important.
Ga: Important or No important you are not going.
Kh: But Amma,
Before Khushi could protest any further they could hear someone blowing of his cas horn's like mad outside their house. Garima got up angrily, out in the living room and opened the door of the house rather furiously, just to see Arnav impatiently pressing his horn out in the car waiting for Khushi.
Ga: Arnav Betwa!
Arnav got out of his car upon seeing his soon to be mother in law looking at him with horror filled eyes. Taking two steps at a time he came up to where now she was standing looking at him with wide button eyes.
Ar: (getting straight to the point) Tell Khushi to come out quick. We need to hurry.
Garima didn't flinch and answered him the hardest and most convincing tone she could manage.
Ga: She can't come.
Ar: I know why. It's just a matter of few hours. Its quite important that is why I am taking her or else I wouldn't have bothered her anyway.
Ga: But betwa, you are not supposed too until you get married.
Ar: (in his hard, husky tone) If you don't know I am telling you. I don't care for these rituals, I want her to come with me right now and no more arguments.
Garima looked at him with utter shock. Didn't anybody teach him any manners on how to talk with people elder than him? She thought to herself. Seeing the determined look on his face, she knew it was use arguing he wouldn't listen to her. So, she called Khushi from inside, who was now clinging onto the kitchen door trying to make out Arnav and Amma's conversation. As she heard her name call out she sped outside, passed a quick smile at Arnav alongside listening to Garima's stern instructions and rushed off to her room to get ready.
*10 minutes later*
Khushi fully ready, went outside bidding goodbye to Payal, Buaji and Garima, to where Arnav sat in his car waiting for him. He hadn't cared to come inside and after his small pep talk with Garima had retreated back to his care, waiting impatiently for Khushi.
Khushi went inside and sat in the front seat next to Arnav. Arnav smiled at her, pushed in the gear and sped off towards Oberoi Residence. Khushi looked at him waiting for an explanation from his side for the unexpected. However ever he wouldn't say anything, so she turned to question him, who was much focused on his driving.
Kh: Arnav? What with the unexpected call?
Ar: What did you say to Mrs.Oberoi?
Suddenly it clicked to Khushi's mind as to where were they going and why had he called, but there were some things still unclear.
Kh: Did she say something?
Ar: Answer me first.
Khushi gave him a disgusting look. She hated being questioned specially when she herself was lost in a whirlpool of questions. Khushi sighed. Arnav wouldn't answer. She would have to do it first.
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P.S: Updated quicker this time. Hope you people are happy with it and it wasn't much of a disappointment.
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