About Last Night**THREAD 1**PART 1-15** - Page 13

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Part 3

A compliant Khushi was an unfamiliar sight to Arnav Singh Raizada. So, when she turned towards him--thali in one hand, water tumbler in the other--and asked with a soft smile, "where will you eat?", he was naturally suspicious. He was sure that five seconds earlier she had been on the brink of eruption.

Placing his hands at her waist, he swiftly lifted her so she was seated on the edge of the kitchen counter. A half-gasp escaped her lips, and the rest of that gasp followed when he closed the gap between them. Her knees met his abdomen. They were eye to eye.

He removed the water tumbler from her, freeing up her right hand, and guided it to the thali for the task ahead. "Food will grow cold, Khushi," he urged. A brief flash of hesitation crossed her features, but she formed a small morsel with her fingers and brought it slowly towards his lips. Her coy manner was stimulating. Then why did he feel a trap was being laid?

"Arnavji?" she posed in a silky tone, as he opened his mouth to receive the first bite. He leaned slightly forward, but she held her fingers back and asked, "in performing this service should I not be compensated in some way?" Aha. Welcome back, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.

"Bilkul," he stated immediately.

A small satisfied smile formed upon her lips and she delicately placed the food in his mouth. He watched her as he chewed. She appeared serene preparing the next mouthful, but he wagered that pagal dimaag of hers was racing. And, just before she placed more food in his mouth, he said, "but compensation should reflect the service."

She faltered and forgot to remove her fingertips as his lips closed over them. Her eyes widened, and she pulled her fingers away. Colour rose in her cheeks, and he enjoyed the sight immensely.

"Matlab?" she managed to ask, this time prudently bringing a spoon of dahi to his lips, but avoiding meeting his eyes.

He accepted the dahi, swallowed and leaned farther towards her. She tilted her face away from his proximity and her eyelids lowered. His voice was low as he clarified, "if you expect me to pay for this pleasure by allowing you to leave this house, then you are mistaken."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Khushi's eyes blazed up to meet his. Her eyes told him she was hurt. She attempted to scramble off the counter, but he had anticipated flight and caught her shoulders. His hold was gentle. He wanted to drill a point into her, not injure her.

"You are going nowhere." He released her shoulders, turned and stepped away to exit the kitchen.

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"Ek minute, Mr. Raizada!" she said, and stopped him by gripping his shoulder. "You are going nowhere!"

Khushi felt his body grow rigid under her hand. He exhaled heavily, and turned to face her. "How dare--" he began.

"--nahin, I will speak now" she cut him short. "You think you know me but you don't know me at all," she said. Khushi saw that Arnav's eyes lowered at her words. She continued, "I wasn't asking to leave. I was asking...mera matlab...I want to sleep on the bed."

"What?!"

"Before you start your what-the-what-the, just listen to reason. It's a big bed. We've shared a bed before. I won't disturb you. I will stay on my side. You won't even know I'm there--"

"Okay."

"I can be quiet. I'll---Kya?"

"I said, yes. You on the bed. Fine."

Khushi was stunned. He had ceded. And, with relatively little difficulty. Well done, Khushi, she silently congratulated herself. This Laad Governor doesn't stand a chance when you put your foot down.

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If Khushi felt triumphant, one had to only wonder what Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada felt in that moment. He was accustomed to matters going his way when he did the right thing--but to receive what he wanted by doing the wrong thing was beyond logic. Misjudging Khushi had made her his wife. And, misjudging Khushi again had landed her in his bed. It was a diabolical universe.

He looked up to see that she had extended her hand. Her fingers held another morsel. Her eyes locked with his, and he parted his mouth and accepted the food. She continued to feed him, and he ate, both silent.

She gave him a spoonful of dhal.

"Very tasty. Who made the dhal?" he asked.

"My Jiji," she proudly replied.

"Clearly, I married the wrong sister."

Laugher bubbled out of Khushi, "Yes, you did. She irons well, too."

"Oh really? No wonder Akaash looks so happy."

Khushi laughed again, all aglow with some inner light. In that moment Arnav knew that she had been right when she had said to him "You think you know me but you don't know me at all."

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