Enchanter: A Rom. Comedy **Note on Pg. 126** - Page 47

Relax.we are ready to wait dear.take your time.we will pray for them. Hope your mom gets better soon.

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I carry my Starbucks cup happily as I sing the hokey-pokey song. I loved that song, it was the best. "You put your right hand in,

You put your right hand out,

You put your right hand in,

And you shake it all about,

You do the hokey pokey

And you turn yourself around

That what it's all about." I wiggle as I turn around in the elevator. Today was the best day ever because today I would get my paycheck. And that meant FINAL FANTASY X! I chuckle to myself as I turn around and see none other than Arnav Singh Raizada staring at me as if I was crazy. He gives me one look and walks away. "Thank god." I whisper to myself as I see Arnav not coming into the elevator. I don't why but somehow my stupid meanie hearts goes dhak-dhak as if it was getting nervous itself. I checked online and it's not any sign of heart failure but somehow it feels like a heart failure. I jiggle myself and start singing the Old McDonald song to release my mysterious feelings.

"Old MacDonald had a farm,

Ee i ee i oh!

And on that farm he had some chickens,-"

"Another one?" I close my mouth and look up at Arnav staring at me again. I stare at him then at the floor level. How the heck did he get up here? "There are six elevators Khushi." Arnav says as if he read my mind. Meanie!

"What, you don't like it?" I ask him as he shakes his head. "Okay, then I'll sing the itsy bitsy spider one."

"How about you sing nothing? I think that sounds better." Arnav says to me as he stops the elevator from closing. I stare at him, trying to be a psychic and read his mind just as he does mineall the time. "Are you going stay there forever?" I shake my head. "Then, why don't you come out." Arnav says as he reaches for my hand and softly pulls me out of the elevator.

Great. Just great, he broke my concentration. In Kim Possible, they showed that you can read minds if you keep a straight face and stare into the eyes. I wish I could call her, but shucks...she isn't real is she?

"Did you have a nice day yesterday?" Arnav asks as he signs some papers Anna's throwing at him. I stare at Arnav, wondering from the heck did that question pop out from his mouth but suddenly decide that these types of opportunities only came one in a million.

"It was fun! Muskaan and I went to the park and we played badminton. And guess what?" I pout as I remember Muskaan laughing and making silly faces at me. Arnav turns around and stares at me.

"You didn't get hurt, right?" Arnav asks me as he looks me up and down. I shake my head like a baby and sigh.

"I lost!" I exasperate as I start crying a little bit. I know it's nothing to cry about, but I ALWAYS LOSE! Everybody always cheats and they still win! It's not right. Even Buaji cheated with me! I look up as I hear chuckling and see its Arnav. He's laughing at me! How dare he! I glare at him and walk toward my office. How dare he laugh at me! Did he not see my distress? First, I lost then I had to cook bazillion jalebis. Then I had to eat them, and then I had walk up and down the stairs to burn the fat. And he's laughing at me?!

I slump in my chair and frown. Hey Devi Maiya, what is happening to this world?! Where is the honest, humpty-dumpty, innocent people that always won like in Pokmon!

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I glare at the red dress as I type descriptive words about it. I knew it! I knew my heart didn't do dhak-dhak in front of Arnav only. Because it was doing dhak-dhak but there was no Arnav in sight. I type profoundly as I keep staring at the red dress, trying to capture it feelings. The dress was beautiful but not my type, so I couldn't picture me wearing it and receiving a Filmfare Award. Hmmm...

"Good."

I jump in my chair and see Arnav Singh Raizada standing behind me and staring at my computer screen. He looked at the computer screen then back at me with a smile. Thank God, he smiled. One, two, three three and one-fourth, three and one-half, three and one-third...one, two...I look at him, waiting for him to backfire but he doesn't. "You like it? Like really really like it?" I ask him as I give him all of my attention.

He smiles at me and nods. I squeal and get up and hug him. I forgive him for the laughing. He is totally forgiven. "Well, then I'll see you in the board room in thirty minutes." Arnav says as he throws a file on my desk and leaves.

I smile and sit proudly like I received the student of the month in third grade. Except they didn't let me write stuff about me like other kids did! That teacher was a meanie! I look at the dress and turn into a red saree in my mind and smile as I vision a reporter asking me how it feels to be praised by the Arnav Singh Raizada. Hmmm...well, I'm out of words.

I get up from my chair and squeal and jump gleefully as I make my way to my door. None of my old bosses praised me. I even worked hard than this but I just got glares. Like when I singsong a song one of the customers liked and later my boss gave me a lecture over how I should focus on work then entertainment. It was work! He said it himself, making customers happy is our one and only priority. And I was doing that! And that stupid stupid donut shop! Just because I gave a customer a free donut! That poor teenager was having a bad hair day! ( I saw this...I went yest. to get Donuts for my brother's friend...and this lady gave an extra donut to this girl because her hair was messed and wasn't perfectly permed...so the lady thought she was having a bad day. and then her boss came and yelled at her right in front of me...and she went on and on how hair needs to be perfectly permed. and then she saw me...ha-ha. my hair was fogged up all over the place...because I just came from running a mile...and she looked at me and instead of listening to her boss...she gave me a lecture of how mean I was to my hair...and I just looked at her and said Arnav's famous line: WHAT THE-?...lol)

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I fix my dress http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/tahari-by-arthur-s-levine-banded-tier-jersey-sheath-dress/3277418?origin=category&resultback=5264 while waiting for Arnav to show up.

"So are you going to the Sukhman's engagement tonight?" Ted asks me while we play sword pen.

"Yeah, you?" I ask him. I was super duper excited to finally go to an Indian party. Even Arnav was going to be there!

"I'll try, one of my kids has his baseball game and my wife threatened me she'll leave the children with me for a week and vacation with her girlfriends. So I have to go. Don't want to become a maniac after staying alone with four children." Ted says as he whacks my pen away and grins for his win.

"Six. You have six children." Ted shakes his head as I reassure him. Just as I tell him to replay, Arnav comes storming in and this time it was Anna and Aman too.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Arnav roars at us as he throws a rainbow dress in the middle of the conference table. I stare at him as my chair rolls a little back. Wow, here i thought his eyes only spoke devilish...not his voice too. My body starts shaking even though I know I have nothing to do with the dress. I never seen it before and ehh! I lean and stare at the dress...what is that? "I SAID BOLD COLORS. NOT FREAKING HIGHLIGHTER COLORS! WHO THE HELL'S IDEA WAS THIS?!" Arnav stares at us as his nostrils flare.

After a few seconds, a tiny girl puts her hand up. From the look on the face, she looked terrified. Just like when I ran away from my math tutor and he came storming into my dad's restaurant and told me i was going to FAIL! "I thou-"

"YOU'RE FIRED!" Arnav says to her with a devil look at points at the door. The girl slowly gets up and runs to the door while crying loudly. Ouch. I look at Arnav, who staring the PowerPoint slide now. I shake my head and stare at the dress. It was horrible, but that girl must've worked hard on it. It was not right.

After an hour, of a rowdy meeting, I walk back to my office and see Arnav sitting there already. I somehow knew it, that's why I fixed my hair before coming. I sit on the desk and play footsie with Arnav, who's paying no attention to me and has his eyes closed. "If you regret it, then why did you do it in the first place?" I ask him.

Arnav opens his eyes slowly, "Because she deserved it." Right, that explains a lot.

"But it was wrong, you should've at least let her speak."

Arnav sighs, "Khushi, this isn't your playground. Each thing AR Industries makes is important. They (Arnav points at the outside staff) just get yelled by me. If one glitch happens, the whole world will make a fiasco. And you saw that thing, it was a nutcase. It looked like when-"

"When I painted my cousin's hair because she called me a beeswax?" I fill it in for him. Arnav nods and starts laughing. I glare at him and start laughing too. "What?! I didn't know! I was six at that time. And dyes weren't that popular, but paint was. So I thought that was what they did. I didn't know!" I laugh as I recall my vision of painting my evil cousin's hair with multiple colors instead of dye. I stop laughing as I see Arnav staring at me quietly.

I start blushing for no reason and stare at him. I stare into his warm chocolate eyes as I feel him lean into me while sitting in the chair. I stare at him as he plays footsie with me too now. He smiles and whispers into my ear, "Thank you." And gets up and walks away.

You're welcome.

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"Muskaan, mmm, these are good." I (outfit: http://www.apnadress.com/inventory_images/62b864cb10c076n.jpeg ) tell Muskaan as I take another paneer pakora. My Rule Number #1: If you go to a party, eat the food. Don't just sit there and think if you eat, people will think you're fatty. That's what Muskaan and I did. We ate, talked, danced, ate, danced, and then ate. I mean you don't get these delicious foods again, do you? I swear, even for my wedding I'll be eating.

Muskaan takes the pakora. "Pakora's are always the same; I don't see any-mmm. This is good." I smile as Muskaan eats it.

After taking a few more pakora's we make our way to the table where Rahul is sitting. He himself was grinding down food when he just Muskaan a lecture on how to be proper at a wedding party. Right, what a guy. Muskaan raises her eyebrows at him. He stops eating and wipes his face. "What?! Do you know how long it has been since I tasted Indian food? Three days!" Wow, that's a lot. Where did he get that green sauce from?

"Rahul, where did you get that sauce from?" I ask him as he points toward the samosa line. I get up and make my way toward the line. I stand on my tiptoes and glare at the guy who's pouring the whole green sauce. Hurrryy up! Don't take all of that!

"Don't worry. There's plenty in there." I hear an icy warm voice whisper in my ear. I turn around slightly and see Arnav smiling at me. I blush and look away while smiling.

"I uh-I don't need it. Rahul needs it. See! He's eating the green sauce." I point at Rahul, who's stealing my pakora! And then I could pretend i need it to without being a fatty. Okay, I take my own rule back. Eat all you want only when a guy isn't looking at you. Arnav looks at me and smiles as if he knew I was lying. I wasn't lying! I was really going to share, sharing is nice. Except maybe to those who took more than needed to take. "I seriously don't."

Arnav smiles at me and fold his arms with a smirk, "Really? Sorry, I just thought that you wanted it because you carried that sneer look on your face as if you were going to eat that guy." Dammit. I glare at Arnav and walk back to my seat. I wish there was some machine, so he couldn't read me. I want that green sauce!

I glare at the DJ guy-who couldn't see but glared at him for playing a slow song. I need that green chaatni! I take my paneer pakora and just as I dub it into the sweet red chaatni, I see the green chaatni on my table. I turn and look and see Arnav placing it down and walking to the sit across of me. I mouth him a thank you as he smiles back.

Just as I turn to Muskaan, I see Sukhman enter with her parents by her side. She looked so happy. Gosh, one day soon I'll be walking in a lehenga for my engagement. I sigh as I look at groom who is staring at Sukhman while crying. How beautiful was that? Muskaan and I both lean in and sigh as the two future soulmates stare into each other's eyes and get all oogly foogly. I beam as I lean back but I stop as I see Arnav rolling his eyes at me. How Dare he!

Weddings are not eye rolling but mouthwatering! The beautiful color streamers, the music, the clothes that you finally get to wear, the customs, and uh...everything! I glare at Arnav and shake my head. How can someone roll their eyes at a wedding? Descibible! Wow-what a big word you used, Khushi Kumari Gupta.

"I love this song!" Rahul exclaims as Nagada Nagada plays. I look at Muskaan and wiggle my eyebrow, who's gaping at Rahul. Arnav snorts as he pats Rahul's back and turns stern as somebody comes to greet him. Just as I turn to say something, Sukhman comes to us and invites us to a dance. Ah-now who could say no to a dance? I get up and make my way to the dance floor. Muskaan and I giggle as some lady to our right does a snake dance on Ainvayi Ainvayi. I smile and start dancing happily while singing the song. I love dancing, the feeling of dancing on water while moving your arms as if your flying. I loved the feeling of happiness and joy that stung throughout my body. I put my head back and start laughing as Muskaan and I dance at Desi Beat.

As I dance I turn to check if anybody took my pakoras but halt as I see Arnav staring at me intently, intensely. I stare at him as he keeps on staring at me rather than the man beside him, who was moving his arms vigorously. Somehow, the music fades away for me and all I could see was him, Arnav only, not my boss, not the Arnav Singh Raizada, but just him. I stop dancing and walk off the stage and head toward the sweets. One, two...

"Aren't you going to pick them up?" I smile as hear the warm icy voice whispers near my ear, sending tingling arousing shivers down my body.

"Shh. I'm debating to which one I should pick." I say to him but for the first time in my life the focus wasn't on food but on him. I keep staring at sweets as I feel him lean into me.

"Maybe focus on the ones that desire for you. And maybe pay a little attention to them too." Arnav whispers in my ear. I smile as I point at the rasgula.

"I like rasgula." I flirt back at him, fully knowing he wasn't talking about the sweets at all. And plus rasgula wasn't my style. It was too sugary, hopefully he got that. I cross my fingers and hope.

"Isn't rasgula a little too sweet?" Yes.

"I want something mixed, but these days there too hard to find." I smile as i keep staring at the sweets.

"Maybe you should look closer, maybe something that is closer to you. Maybe something is right beside you." I smile as I gasp inwardly. It was a match made in heaven. I smile as I remember my Naani telling me that jalebis will tell who'll my Raj Kumar will be. And right now the guy I wanted my Raj Kumar was standing right in front of the jalebi stacks.

"I found my choice, Jalebi." I smile as I reach for one jalebi. "It's sweet and crunchy. It makes me happy. And the best is that it's always syrupy even when it's deeply roasted and sweet. I still love it and will keep on." I smile at Arnav who smiles back with warmth in his eyes.

We walk silently for a few minutes and boy was this hard. I can't remember the last time I was quiet. Even when I got my first flu shot, I was talking while I was nervous. I kept rambling on and on about my first dancing classes even thought my Doctor kept giving me the shut-up look. Even during exams I couldn't keep still, I always moved and sang softly to myself. But this, this time I was having no restrictions and I was still quiet. I look at Arnav just as a soft breeze softly brushes me. "Ever went to India?" Arnav looks at me and nods his head. "I love India! You know when I was little-actually even now too. I always sing "I love my India". I got a better idea!" I smile broadly and run to the wall that was guarding the ball of water. I smile as I get up and remember me and Papa singing and Buaji running hind before she got breathless.

"Khushi." Arnav runs to me and looks at me with dreadful eyes. "Khushi, what are you doing?"

"Let's sing together! It'll be fun, come on Arnav!" I exclaim, not really caring at Arnav's popping eyes.

"Khushi, maybe we should head back." Arnav says. I bend down and take his hand and try to pull him up but instead I fall into his arms and he holds me tight. I listen to his heart beat that's beating rapidly. "Be careful. Come on let's go back." Arnav releases me and takes my hand.

Somehow it was the opposite now. I didn't want to go back and now he did. I wanted to stay here in the darkness, even though I hated it, and be with him. Alone. I take my hand from his grasp and walk back. I knew where I was heading and I wanted him to come. I knew he would come, after all my jalebis did pick him. I always came here when I was tired. It wasn't my Restaurant, it wasn't Starbucks, and it wasn't the Mandir. It was this. I close my eyes and spread my hands like an angel as the water hits on me. I look at Arnav as he takes small steps forward while his eyes speak my name. I smile and step back as I surround myself in the water fountains . I close my eyes and twirl as the beautiful sound of water fills through me. I open my eyes and look around but see no Arnav in sight. He had to come.

I start losing the love of water but as I turn to my left from hearing my Dhak dhak-I see him. He walks into the center of where stood, dripping with water and staring intensely at me. I grab my dupatta as he steps forward. I try to grab the water for support but it keeps on liquefying. Now what was that spell where I could turn things to solid, Harry Potter didn't use that much did he? Darn it! I step back but Arnav grabs my hand and pulls me. I bump into him and instantly clutch his shoulders for support-which were pretty muscular! He leans into me and combs my hair with his fingers.

"Why do you keep running?" He whispers to me as he leans in.

After who know how, we pull back to grasp for air. Or basically I pull back to breathe and Arnav just stands there staring at me. I look at him. At his red lips. At his intense eyes. At his dripping hair and the lingering above his eyes. At his long thick eyelashes that are shining from the drops of water. At his black shirt glued to his chest. At his eyes again which read that he wanted more, just like I did.

"Hi." I say to him. Gosh, was there anything here from which I could smack myself on. Hi, seriously Khushi Kumari Gupta? Couldn't you think of something else, something flattery besides hi. I look at Arnav, who smiles. He takes my waist and pulls me close.

"I can't wait to read your mind now." Arnav says as I gasp. Oh no you're not mister! This is private. Totally private.

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So for a bad chapter...promise i will re improve

loved it...as i said any no. of page will go...

the song...gosh..!!frm whr it came into ur head..??

n yes dat pokemon part was cute...

bt why asr said thank you...??i din got dat...even d part which khushi said...

khushi hugged asr fr d compliment...sweet part...

n last i will go wid asr...:p
even i will prefer to go fr a walk instead of parties...
that part beautifully explained...:)

10 on 10...
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I loved the update :)
Plz continue soon can't wait to read more

Your FF is amazing, please update soon... I agree khushis perspective is more funny so more interesting to read!!!

Loved it
I really enjoyed it alot.
Please continue soon.

Hi !!

awesome update! the finally kissed...n that too in such a romantic place 😊😊😊
lovved that when he was upset, he went to Khushi, n she understood without his saying anything the exact reason why he was upset 😊

loved the chutney n jalebi part 😊 this Khushi is so damn adorable!!

I didn't know u had updated...