Part 27:
In her sub consciousness, she dropped the file from her hand before running into the arms of her long-lost friend, whom she considered her only family after her parents' death...tightly holding onto each other, both friends quietly broke down into sobs, while on the other hand, Anjali and her mother-in-law quietly observed the bond shared between the friends...
Pulling back La smiled through her tears, "...I am so happy for you..." finally expressing her joy, she placed a soft kiss on Khushi's left cheek after wiping off the tears from her face...realizing the presence of two viewers, she quickly wiped off her own tears, feeling embarrassed for being caught by the situation..."...sorry..." she kindly apologized to the respective women...sympathizing the girl's current condition, Mrs. Singh smiled back to make her feel comfortable, "...it's absolutely fine beta...we can totally understand..."
Wait!!...here comes another shock of her life when her eyes fell on the baby, who was strangely staring at her...'..Oh---my---goodness!!...xerox copy of Arnav sir!!...hold on...didn't they just get married day before yesterday??...then how co-m-e...jesus christ, so that's why he was haunting for her address??...but if Khushi loved him then why did she hide it from me...some of the puzzles are missing...' all confused La turned back to notice her friend's lower gaze and she didn't have the heart to question her...'...it's ok hon...as long as you are happy, I don't give a sh*t to your past relationship with him...' she thought...then sitting on the bed to open her arms before the cute figure...getting the chance to touch her long noisy earrings, little Aryan enthusiastically jumped into the arms of the new face...
Late afternoon
'...woow this doesn't feel as much uncomfortable as it seemed...am I done now Mom??...' watching himself being dressed up in a tuxedo onesie with matching pants for quite a long time, Aryan desperately threw his arms in the air, making his mommy to giggle at her poor son when both heard the washroom door opened...
Coming out in his 'all in black' suit, Arnav was fastening the already knotted tie, making sure it looks perfect...being in his late 20's, this man still got to hold that charms and boyish look even in his stubble......while wearing the wrist watch he turned around to see his little boy is all ready to rock the party but was not impressed with the mommy, "...ma'am when are you gonna get ready??...after the party gets over??...if you are planning for that then lemme remind you that this is 'our' wedding reception...so could you kindly make it fast??" he teasingly requested her...biting her lower lip, still keeping her gaze down at her son, she replied, "...sorry!!...just give me 20 minutes...I will be done by then.."
Making himself comfortable beside his handsome, adorable son, Arnav decided to keep the act going while pretending to be helping Aryan with his tiny black shoes, "...ok then, we will wait here!!..."...making a face, she decided to take all her stuffs to the changing room as she thought Arnav would leave the room with Aryan so that she could get ready here without carrying the stuffs to the changing room...but no!...he had to stay here to get into her nerves...noticing her carrying packages in her hands from the corner of the bed, he inquired, "...what are you doing??..."...still occupied in her task, "...taking all my stuffs to get ready, since you have decided to stay here with your son..." pissed by his stupid question, she sarcastically answered...
Sensing her irritation, he continued teasing her in a serious tone when he noticed her leaving for the changing room, "...hey wait!!!...", his sudden high pitch jolted her to death as Khushi dropped everything from her hand back on the bed...instantly turning back to notice him smiling, he innocently offered, "...you can change here...Aryan won't look at you...I promise!!..."...very well aware of his trick, she rolled her eyes as she knew it would be useless to open her mouth...loving her cute irritating face he further offered, "...also if you need any help, I am always at your service hon..." winking at her, Arnav flashed his cute smile with twinkling eyes...
Stunned by his wild imagination, crossing her arms against her chest, she threw a killing look at him with an raised eyebrow...'...don't make me kill you Mr. Raizada...' she thought...finally breaking into a laugh, he picked Aryan up in his arms before confessing, "...fineee!!...relax!!...we are leaving...lets go buddy...mommy is angry..."...getting up from the bed, the father decided to give a last touch to his son's look, while continuing with his words, "...and have I ever mentioned that You Look Hot when you are Angry???.."...trying her best to sound calm she confessed, "...well in that case, I must be looking smexy cause I am FURIOUS..."...only he knew how he controlled himself...how he wanted to have an instant taste of those smexy lips...enjoying her every word, he notified before leaving the place, "...ahh!!..don't gimme that look hon...it's irresistable...and since you know that I can't resist any irresistable fact, especially when it concerns you, therefore, I suggest, you shouldn't take that risk when Aryan is around...you know what I mean, right??"...
Finally being successful in carrying the heavy designer saari on her slender figure, Khushi decided to do her hair...fed up of maintaining multi-tasks, she simply let her long silky strands open when she heard a knock on the door...holding the maang tika in her hand, she opened the door to see La waiting for her, looking simply beautiful in a pale greenish saari...leaving the door open khushi went back to her position to finish up her work...entering the room, Lavanya complimented, "...God Bless Mr. Arrogant Sick Romeo...woh bechara aaj kaam se geya..." whistling at the precise example of pure beauty before her, Lavanya giggled to receive a killing look from her friend in return..."...hey!!...don't gimme that look...you named him that?? remember??..."...pretending to be sensitive, she further pointed, "...well that's a different case IF you think, only you have the rights to call him that then I take my words back..."
"...done??...now will you be kind enough to help me with this tika??..." Khushi sweetly asked, not have the time to get into these discussions..."...sure darling!!!..." lavanya laughed before placing the tika in between the bride's parted hair, then taking up small patch of hair from the left side she covered the strand of pearls of the tika by clipping it...the uneven parting of the hair simply complimented her beauty..."...done...anything else???..." lavanya asked..."...nope!!...I can handle the rest...thanks..." smiling at her friend, Khushi replied..."...great...now you get ready, I am gonna see what Anjali ma'am is doing..." smiling back Lavanya quickly left the place...
"...Arnav!!!...where is Khushi??..." asked Mrs. Singh..."...she is getting ready, will be here any moment..." he confirmed..."...go and get her...she may feel awkward coming all alone..." she reasoned, feeling worried about the girl...nodding at the kind lady, gently obeyed her instruction, "...jee auntie!!...could you please -----??..."...before he could request, Mrs. Singh already took Aryan into her arms...
Stepping into the room, the sight of her had taken him to his own paradise...as if the time had stopped along with his steps...a fresh breeze had just passed over both of them as soon as their eyes met...as she was about to put on the earrings, holding the push back closure in the right hand close to her right ear while the left one inserted the large white gold diamond in the appropriate place, she turned around to see the visitor at the doorstep when a slight breeze tended to blow the silky locks away from her face...looking absolutely stunning in that exclusive laser georgette saree with heavy patch, shiny silver stones and sequins work all over the fabric...the off-white and pink contrasts had a perfect interaction with her smooth creamy complexion...
All of a sudden, her whole body started to shiver, as if his intense gaze had blocked her entire blood circulation...quickly turning her back to him, she tried to fasten the earring with the push back closure in order to divert her attention from all those mixed emotions building up in her heart when she felt his warm breathe against her left shoulder close to her neck...
Leaving a soft kiss on the curve of her neck, he easily took over her task...finishing up the work, he gently placed both his arms around her waist while resting his chin on her shoulder after placing another soft kiss on her right ear-lobe, "...hey gorgeous!!!...see that's what I meant by considering me for your assistance..." whispering in her ear, Arnav looked at her through the mirror...lowering her gaze, she felt her cheeks burning after hearing his proposal...in her attempt to get out of his hold, Khushi quietly answered, "...yeah right...in your dreams..."..."...really??!!...then I must be dreaming right now...don't wake me up..." quickly restricting her, Arnav gently rested his head on her shoulder, almost hiding his face in her neck...
Unable to control him, she again tried to release herself before her heart decides to surrender herself to his passion, "...you are s-u---"..."...smexy...I know..." came out of his impassioned yet determined voice, tightening his grip he manipulated her words in his own way as he placed another kiss on the curve of her neck...as if again head over heel fell in love with her...before he could show her the degree of his crazy love, he loosened the grip when they heard a knock on the door...quickly fixing herself, making sure she was looking appropriate, Khushi softly inquired, "...yes?!...", while he just wanted to shoot the person behind the door...peeking in the room, Anjali informed before leaving the place, "...if the love-birds are done, then can you two please make it to the hall???...for heaven's sake, it's NOT MY reception..."...turning back he forwarded his hand to her like a gentle man with a smile...his sincere smile had convinced her to place her hand on his, when both quietly left the room...
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