The next two weeks went slow during the week days and fast during the weekends for Khushi as Arnav used to go to work and get home late at night finding Khushi waiting for him on the dinning table, but at Sundays he had spent them with the family and they had had fun and played games sometimes as per Anjali's will. Anjali's bump started to appear telling people that she expects a baby or Gudiya as the doctor predict that she is going to have a daughter. One can find her caressing her bump and smiling unconsciously when she is alone planning for a future to her Gudiya. She had told Khushi about her wishes and plans and Khushi had been dreaming with her and do some knitting for her. Then Khushi had been dreaming about her own child- hers and Arnav's child.
"When will I have your child to call me Ma, Arnav?" That was the question in her mind.
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Khushi opened the door to find Arnav in front of her coming back earlier than usual.
"Arnav, what's up? Is everything ok?" Khushi halted when she saw a young girl wearing dress and high heels standing beside him. Many question started to play in her minds before she gave him a questioning look.
"Khushi this Sheetal. Sheetal this is Khushi, my wife." OH! How much relief she felt when he said my wife. Then he looked at Khushi, "Sheetal is my college's friend; she came to India today from London and she will stay here for sometime." Arnav explained.
The Raizaadas welcomed her warmly and arranged the guest room for her, then they had dinner together and Sheetal all the while was talking with Arav and telling him about their friends who has settled in London and work there. Something about this Sheetal and her looks left Khushi restless. She has experienced and felt jealousy before when women were around Arnav, but this time it was more than that. Khushi, who judges people good until they prove the opposite, couldn't tell that Sheetal was a good woman and she was bewildered of the feeling. She couldn't eat properly as her mind was occupied with all the possible thoughts it could master. After dinner all went to their respective rooms except Khushi and Payal who decided to check in kitchen and clear after dinner together.
Payal noticed that Khushi was lost and asked her if everything was ok and she nodded then said yes trying to convice unconvinced Payal who lately told Akaash about this and assured her that Khushi is a wise woman and she will handle everything well.
When Khushi entered her room, Arnav was sitting on the recliner busy with his lap top catching up some work as he left for home early.
"Arnav,'" Khushi called him and he felt uncertainty in her tone which he didn't like. He closed the lap top and looked at her. Then she sat on his lap with her head on his chest and her arms wrapped around his waist. Khushi sat like that for minutes before she could spoke. She didn't know why she wanted to feel safe, she wanted his warmth and assurance. Arnav decided to wait for her to tell him what was annoying her; he just hugged her and rubbed her back.
"She was married and lately she got divorce. She was working in here ex-husband's company, so she left work after divorce. She decided to come to India and find some job here as she decided to stay here for a long time before going back to London. She doesn't have anyone in India, so she called me and I asked her to come and stary here until she can find an apartment to rent." Arnav explained as he knew she would ask many questions, so he tried to tell everything calmly while still rubbing her back.
"Have you met in London in your last business trip?"
"We didn't discuss this ever." He raised her chin and made her look at him.
Khushi closed her eyes and said, "Yes, I feel jealousy when women are around you, but this is not. I don't know why, but I'm not jealous of her at all and this bewilders me."
"So, what's the matter?" Arnav asked. Khushi looked at his eyes and decided to tell him
"Thank you, sweetheart for feeling comfortable to tell me. I trust you and you'll never fail me." He kissed her forehead and cuddled in her arms giving her and himself the needed warmth.
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