She was leaving today. It was one day after the expiry of her 6-month contract. As a tear escaped her eyes, She recalled the previous months and it events. Whay hadn't she told him? She wondered. She had ample opportunity to proclaim her love to him then why hadn't she. Yes she loved Arnav THE ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA. Her Laad governor. How or when it happened she didn't know but that night when he had held her hand in his, that was the moment when she realized, she couldn't live without him.
She pulled her bag off the bed, it was light enough to carry. Anyway what did it hold? She had walked into this house in one pair of clothes and as such didn't have much to take away with her. Her eyes fell on the blank cheque still lying on the bed, where he had thrown it in a fit of anger. What had he been trying to do? Buy her? Did he think she was so cheap that he could just pay her and get rid of her. Was she a toy? Khushi looked away from the bed in anger, no she wasn't going to take the cheque. Let it lie there, let that Laad governor also know that she wasn't so desperate for money that she would take his charity.
Her hands touched the door handle, it was cold and bitter just like his mind. The door opened to a quieter shantivan, which she didn't know. It seemed as if there was no body in the house except her. Her legs crossed the threshold of his room,
Anjali was cheering in the baground while Arnav was quite angry. They and their stupid tradition. If it hadn't been for Di, he would never have agreed to carry Khushi into his room. Khushi looked down in embarrassment. First this forced marriage now he was carrying her across the house. She saw the bed ahead and gulped. Did he expect her to sleep on the same bed with him? He dropped her a inch away from the bed and if it hadn't been for her quick reflexes she would have fallen right on the ground. He yelled out to his Di "Now can I go back to my meeting, if all your stupid rasams are over??" he turned and left her standing there all alone, dreading the near future.
She looked back to the room where he had brought her 6-months ago as she shut the door, never to see it again. Dragging her bag she head to the long stairs that led to the hall below. With each step she felt she was drifting away from him. She wanted to turn back and run back to her room, but her mind told her to go on. As she descended the last step she turned to look back, a small smile escaping her lips as a happy memory creped in.
NK was shooting his video flim right at her asking her to smile for the video. How could she smile when she had just been crying? Give me one reason to smile Naneji she thought. h comeon khushi ji, khasye". Khushi hit her head and corrected 'khasye nahi hasye". NK smiled his mischievous smile and corrected him self. She smiled allowing him to take her picture. NK ran up yelling "time to make Nanav dance for his video". She giggled a little, he always knew how to make her smile. Not like that Laad governor.
Khushi smiled thinking how she would miss Nanheji's antics and yes his broken English. The hall was deserted not even Laxmi had ventured out today. Probably no one wished to meet her as she left. The house loomed around her. This house, where she had spent the last 6 months, the best months of her life. The beginning had been rough but towards the end she expected everything to be fine, but alas for hopes.
The hall was decorated with flowers and colours. It was the one of the most important day in a married woman's life. It was karwachaut. But despite that she was sitting all alone in the hall waiting for HIM. Anjali Di due to her upcoming pregnancy has retired early and mamiji to hungry to wait has completed her rituals and left long ago. It was almost midnight and he wasn't back. Why would he be back? He knew what today was and also that she was fasting for him. That's why he wasn't here. He wanted her to suffer. The clock ticked indicating it was just 5 minutes to midnight. 5minutes for her first karwachauth to be left incomplete.
She turned to glance and the kitchen where she had spent hours making jalebis. If there ever was a contest for who has made the most jalebis. She would have won it, counting all the jalebis she had made in the past month. Whenever she was sad she had started to make and had that laad governor left any moment where she had been happy. No. that was the answer. He had tried his best to make every moment of her life living hell.
Her jalebis were almost ready. Oh how she was craving for them. Despite having made so many, she had gobbled up more than half in the process. Working on her cooking she had almost forgotten why she had been upset. But would he let her forgot no. here he was at the kitchen door ready to taunt her. "what do you think I am??"khushi looked up in fear, he was back. Why didn't he just go away. She had just calmed down from his previous accusations, all thanks to her precious jalebis that he had returned for another dose. "whenever I see you you are making these sweets, due you think all these kitchen supplies are free of cost?. I am a bl***y millionaire?" he yelled glaring at the amount of jalebis lying on the kitchen counter.
She turned away in anger. No she wasn't going to remember all this. It was all over. He could no longer torture her. She was going away, Far from him and this house. She headed to the door muttering a last goodbye to the house. She turned the handle and walked out. A rush of breeze and a accidental slip later, she was in his arms. She looked up at his brown eyes burning down into her giving her a light headed feeling. She had managed to clumsily bump into him and slip, while he had managed to encircle his arms around her waist and prevent her fall. The usual bag round music "rabba ve" was playing in her mind, the music played whenever she had been close to him. Even that night,
It was a starless and warm night. She was drunk with bhang and was muttering nonsense ever since he brought her in. her crazy antics had reached its limits. Half carried and half pulled Arnav got her back to their room and got her to sit still on the chair next to the swimming pool. He had almost managed to stand up straight and leave but Khushi hand caught her collar and pulled him down, inches from her red lips. "why is it that whenever I come near you my heart says dhak-dhak" she questioned giggling.
He bent down next to her, pulling her hand away from his collar and holding it across his heart. "does it ?"he questioned staring at her face. She was too drunk to notice the look on his face. t says dhak-dhak then dhak0dhak again" she giggled. He smirked at her silliness, not noticing that she had pulled her hand away from his hand.
He looked down at her trying to sit up "take rest you arnt in your senses" he said standing up again. She caught his hand and with her other hand motioned him to bend down. Puzzled he bent, but she again caught his collar and pulled him. If he hadn't caught down the edges of the chair and propped himself on it he would have been right on top of her.
She put her ear to his chest and giggled "your dil is also doing dhak-dhak like mine"
He propped her straight and pushed her roughly. 'for god sakes stop being this clumsy. Take your bag and get off my property" saying this he walked into the house and shut the door on her face.
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