ArHi Romantic Date OS-The Perfect Mistake- pt2 pg1

Arnav could hear his heart thumping erratically as his eyes fell upon the stunning woman in front of him. His hands immediately flew to the steering wheel of his sleek, black Honda, gripping it for support. "Khushi..." He moaned with unfulfilled desire adorning his lips. He had never seen her looking so gorgeous...so...sexy... Arnav had never thought that Khushi had it in her to look such a way...but tonight, he, Arnav Singh Raizada, was proved wrong.

Khushi wore a short, knee-length black dress with a low-neck cut. Her wavy hair stumbled down, caressing her exposed back with each movement she took. A light blush covered her cheeks, intensifying her beauty all the more. And from his spot in the car, Arnav could see every perfect curve of her body.

Arnav closed his eyes and dug his nails into his palm, trying to forget the scene in front of him. Stop it Arnav... just stop it... He scolded himself. You're Arnav Singh Raizada... You don't think that way about people...you don't experience these kinds of desires... you don't crave people...And of all people, you don't crave HER... You can't WANT her... Remember what you came here to do. You want to see her fianc... And then you'll leave. Nothing more. You're engaged. She's engaged. There can never be anything more.

He opened his eyes cautiously, suddenly afraid of gazing into the eyes of the angel in front of him. Something is special about her... She's...different... He had known that from the very first time he had met her. She had not been his definition of..."Normal"... And with each passing moment, he felt himself confirm his suspicions. A normal person wouldn't have this kind of effect on him.

Arnav shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the uncomfortable thoughts. And as he looked at her face, he could see that something was wrong. She was nervous... worried... and maybe...somewhere in the bottom of her heart...scared. Why should she be? He wondered, curiously. Khushi didn't seem like one to be anxious about a date. She was more...out-going...free... The Khushi he knew...His Khushi... she didn't have the emotion of "worry" at all... And now...as she stood outside the fancy-looking restaurant, she seemed downright upset. Almost like the time when her babuji had had a heart attack. He shuddered, diverting his attention from those disastrous memories. I guess her fianc is rich... He grumbled to himself, as his eyes flickered to the sleek restaurant.

It was the kind of place where people like Arnav Singh Raizada would actually be eager to go. It was quiet, with 10-15 round tables set outside. Beside the tables was something like a gazebo, where calm, elegant music was playing with a number of couples slow-dancing to the beat. Khushi? In a place like this? It didn't seem right to Arnav. She was completely opposite to this setting... I guess her soon-to-be husband doesn't know her very well... He thought, dripping in sarcasm.

It was then that he noticed Khushi's eyes, flickering to and fro the street... she was looking for someone...she was looking for her fiance. What a guy! Arnav thought, suddenly angry. He promises to take her on a date and he himself is late! Khushi stood on the sidewalk, blinking furiously. Is she going to cry??! He wondered, mouth dropping open. Oh, damnit! She is! So, without a moment of hesitation, Arnav Singh Raizada stepped out of his car and rushed over to the girl who had become his life...Khushi.

Arnav watched the emotions in her eyes as they swiftly changed from shock, to surprise, to relief, to frustration, and at last, to anger. "Aap?! Yahan?!" Arnav blinked, stumped. He hadn't thought about the excuse he would give her when she began her question-firing session. "Uh- h-haan! Kyun? Main nahi aa sakta kya? M-main bas yahan se guzar raha tha...aur tumhe dekha... iss liye..." Khushi gazed at him suspiciously. 10'oclock at night??! Why would he be passing through here at such a time? She wondered. But she didn't pester him about it any further. "Aap...Aap challe jaayie... waise bhi, humaare mangetar aane waale hain... agar unhone aapko dekh liya, tho-"

Arnav felt his blood boil. "tho? Tho kya Khushi Kumari Gupta?!" There was a new fire in his eyes. How dare she?! She wants me to leave because she's scared of her stupid fiance?!! He pulled her by the shoulder, ensuring that she was close enough to hear his heartbeats. Khushi yelped in pain and closed her eyes at his unexpected movement. "Y-ye... ye aap kya kar rahe hain?!" She whispered nervously. "Chodiye humme!" Arnav couldn't help but smirk at the innocence in her voice. He felt Khushi shudder as his warm breath caressed her lips. Arnav slowly bent closer, dipping his head into her neck. He gently twirled a lock of hair which clung to her cheek and slid it behind her ear. He leaned closer, the urge to simply lose himself within her growing all the more stronger. "Maine tumse kuch poocha Khushi... " He could hear a light gasp from Khushi. So at last she's realized... He thought with a smile. She pushed him back, breathing heavily from their close proximity. "A-Aap... ye... kya tha?" His gaze bore holes through Khushi's skin. And with each second, she felt herself blush all the more. "Jawaab dijiye..."

He glared at her, trying to return to his angry form once more. Unfortunately, the truth was that their proximity had not only affected Khushi... it had affected him as well. "Tumne bhi tho mere sawaal ka jawaab nahi diya... Kya karlega tumhaara mangetar agar usne humme dekh liya tho?!"

Khushi's eyes fluttered to the ground. Hai devi mayyia... did he HAVE to come here and exemplify the awkwardness between us?? Help me God...His fingers travelled up Khushi's arms...towards her neck, and stopped at last at her chin. He lifted it up gently, locking his eyes with hers. "Look at me when I'm talking to you Khushi Kumari Gupta..."

She took a deep breath, trying to control her racing heart. "W-woh... unhe... unhe galat faymi ho jaayegi..." His fiery gaze remained on hers as he declared, "Tho hone do. Waise bhi, tumpe pehla haq mera hai."

Khushi's eyes grew wide as she heard the last part of his sentence. Arnav, who realized moments later of what he had accidentally said, backed away quickly. "M-Mera matlab hai... I've known you longer... iss liye..." Khushi suddenly felt a wave of confusion overcome her. Hai devi mayyia... is he feeling... possessive...? But how is that possible? He is Arnav Singh Raizada... Khushi shook her head, trying to forget about what he had just said.

"Dekhiye, aap please yahan se challe jaayie..." Arnav clenched his fists. I came here on a mission. And I won't leave without fulfilling it. Before the end of today, I WILL see her fiance. "Nahi. Main kahin nahi jaa raha... Main tumhe yahan akele nahi chod sakta. jab tak tumhaara mangetar nahi aa jaata, main yehin rahoonga." Khushi raised her eyebrows, feeling all the more confused. "Th-theek hai..." She declared after a few moments of silent contemplating. Arnav slowly took her hand in his, as he pulled her to one of the small, round tables...

Khushi could feel the infrequent bursts of cool air as they gently weaved themselves through the thick strands of her hair. She shivered lightly and snuggled against the black, leather jacket that hung loosely around her shoulders. She could still smell the scent of Arnav's strong cologne wafting from the warm material. She closed her eyes as she inhaled. Khushi had to admit, she was greatful for having it around her. At least it gave her the sensation of how Arnav's arms would have felt around her. The young woman gazed at the man across from her, sighing at his masculine features. 99% of their relationship was composed of hatred. And the 1% that stood as the exception...well...it was probably just her imagination.

"Tum kya khaogi?" He asked suddenly, shaking her from her thoughts. She couldn't help the bright blush that lightened her cheeks at the way her mind had just been working. "Uh...hum...hum Shyamji ka intezaar karenge...humme kuch nahi chahiye." He exhaled slowly...clenching his fists in anger, as Khushi stared on in confusion. Hai devi mayyia! Ab humne kya kehe diya jo ye iss tarha uchal rahe hain?! Raksha karna devi mayya! Raksha karna!

"Khushi, dus baj gayye hain! Tumhe bhook laggi hogi! Challo, kuch tho khalo! Thoda hi sahi!" Khushi looked at him thoughtfully. Her stomach had been protesting with quiet growls and moans for the past half hour... and shyamji seemed to be nowhere in sight... She sighed, nodding at last. "Theek hai..." And as she looked up at him to meet his eyes, she thought she noticed a slight, insignificant smirk from him. She blinked, having the urge to rub her eyes in shock. But any sign of his upturned lips had disappeared. Tu paagal ho gayyi hai Khushi. Bilkul paagal. Ab chup chap khaana khaake inko bhagaade.

"Waiter!" Arnav called, waving a young teenager over to their table. "Kya khaogi?" He repeated sounding slightly pleased with himself. Then again, wasn't he always?

"hmm... 6 chappati... mattar paneer...5 naan... malai kofta...fried rice, aur uske saath boondi ka raita...aur...hmm... 6 jalebiyan!!!!"

Her face lit up as if a thousand watt lightbulb as she said completed the order with her favourite sweet. Arnav was looking at her, eyes wide...denying the urge to let his mouth drop. And she said she was eating only a little bit... He shook his head, suddenly dizzy.

Even the waiter seemed to be confused with the order. He was gazing repeatedly back and forth from the duo, probably wondering how in the world two people could fit so much food into their stomachs. He nodded, scratching his head, as he sauntered away from the table, urgently scribbling notes into his pad.

"Tho tumhaara mangetar kab aane waala hai?" The smile that had formed on Khushi's face disappeared slowly. "Oh... humme nahi patta... Shayad kaam me busy ho gayye honge... iss liye-"

"Iss liye ek ladki ko date pe bulake bhool gayye." Arnav finished for her, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Khushi felt a flash of anger overcome her. "Excuse me! Par aap hote kaun hai humaare mangetar ke baareme aise bakwaas karne waale?! Aapko unke baareme pata hi kya hai jo iss tarha unhe dosh de rahe hain!? Actually, behter sawaal ye hoga ke aap apne aap ko samajhe kya hain?! Dekhiye, agar aap iss tarha se bartaav karenge tho hum uthkar jaa rahe hain!"

She said, standing up.

Arnav glared at her, furious. Oh really?! So now she's sticking up for the guy who ditched her on her so called "date"! I'm the one who came here to make sure she's alright, and here she starts blaming me! How DARE she!"

"Do you really think I give a damn about you Khushi?! Do you honestly think I care about what you do or where you go?! For all I'm bothered, you can go to hell! At least I'll be rid of you then!" He lied, clenching his hands into tight fists. Khushi felt herself wince, at the unexpected twinge that struck her heart. A few moments of uncomfortable silence lingered in the air, before Khushi, at last, whispered, "Agar aapko koi farak nahi padta...tho aap yahan...humaara paas...iss tarha...kya kar rahein hain...?"

Arnav gazed at her intensely...trying to find the will in him to lie through her question. But he stood in silence, his eyes unable to move from hers. Her eyes had captivated them from the moment he had looked into them... The first time... at the fashion show... when she had looked at him...with those helpless eyes... He had felt the strong connection between them. He had craved to simply hold her in his arms...one time... a last time... before she became a stranger to him once more. And his wishes had been granted when she slipped on that blessed dupatta, as she came showering down in his arms. Oh...she had felt wonderful...Almost as if she belonged there, and nowhere else. Her eyes had been a pool of water...the more one looked at them, the more they drowned within them. To this day, he felt her arms, twined around his neck... If it weren't for the loud whispers and gasps of the audience, he may never have let go of the girl in his arms. And the minute he heard the gasps, the arnav singh raizada within him had awakened. And he had thrown her down with such force... He still saw the way her eyes had looked at him... betrayed... cheated... He shuddered at the memory as he returned to the situation at hand.

"Khushi..." He whispered, dangerously. He would not answer her. Arnav Singh Raizada did not have the need to answer to anybody. And if she persisted, he would intimidate her. It had been his tactic on Khushi from the very first time they had met. Intimidation. Whenever he felt the need to hide something from Khushi, he would resort to empty threats. Worked like a charm.

Suddenly, before he could continue, he felt a light hand pat his back. He turned in anger, to the person who had dared to interrupt him. It was a lady, perhaps in her mid-thirties. She had a mike attached to her cheek and she wore a short skirt with a loose-fitting red shirt and bright red heels. Her brown hair fell in a shock of curls. "Well doston! Lagta hai aaj ke sabse special aur gorgeous couple yehin hain! Kya khayal hai?!"

Her words were followed by numerous hoots, hollers and screams. "Ye couple tho khatta bhi hain, aur meetha bhi hain! The perfect blend! Tho kya hum iss hot jodi ko dance floor pe dhamaka karte hue dekhna chahte hain!?" She called loudly, arousing the interest of all the people in the restaurant. There was another, more profound round of cheering. Arnav exhaled slowly, glaring at her. "What the hell is this...?" She gazed at them pleadingly. "Please guys! Ye meri naukri ki sawaal hai... please... This is the first time I'm hosting any kind of live entertainment... please saath dedo yaar! Waise bhi...ek dance ki hi tho baat hai!"

Arnav was about to rage on the woman once more, when Khushi placed a hand on Arnav's, shocking him. "Kar lete hain na dance...?" She whispered. Arnav was stunned. His mouth dropped open. "Khushi... sabke saamne... hum dono... dance...? Tum paagal ho gayyi ho kya?! Main nahi karne waala koi dance wance!" Khushi shook her head stubbornly. "Arnavji please! Ye zid chod dijiye aap! Inki naukri ka sawaal hai! Aur waise bhi, ek hi tho dance hai! Kya farak padta hai? Please Arnavji... haan kar dijiye na!"

The woman gazed at them, her eyes flickering nervously back and forth between the duo. People were become restless...screaming... hooting... Arnav sighed, giving in at last. "Acha fine! Par sirf ek dance, ok?" He said, looking at the woman. She nodded gratefully as she smiled at Khushi. Then, Arnav turned to Khushi, giving her the You-owe-me-for-this-bigtime glare. His hand trailed slowly down her arms... sending shivers down Khushi's spine. His fingers at last reached her hand...and after what seemed to be a wait of eternity, enclosed around them. He gazed into her eyes, losing himself for the umpteenth time within them, as he lead her slowly, to the middle of the stage...

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