ARHI SS: Perfect Honeymoon (chap5 updt on pg: 44) - Page 17

PERFECT HONEYMOON

CHAPTER - 3

"Yes, it is a good idea." He announced as he stood on the partition in between two roads. He looked up and then turned left to check the traffic but once again turned his head straight as something caught his attention. He saw his wife watching him keenly, actually admiring him. He saw a sparks in her eyes when his met hers and his lips involuntarily curved into smile for some unknown reasons.

He saw her froze for a second then her face became flushed. His smile grew wider realizing the effect he has on her. All he wanted to do was to reach her immediately and so he took two long strides when someone's voice echoed in his right ear. He turned his head right as his hand pushed Bluetooth further inside his ear and tried to concentrate on the voice on other side of phone when he heard horn sound.

He turned towards left to see truck nearing him and stood still for a second not knowing what to do. As the truck was about to hit him, he took a step backward as the driver skillfully managed to move the truck to left side of road away from him. He saw the driver peeping out and nodded his head to indicate he was fine.

It was not driver's mistake. With the speed he started to cross the road he must have reached other side in a second. But it was him who suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. The driver who looked equally terrified as him nodded his head before speeding away. He shook his head in disbelief thinking what might have happened when his eyes caught her slender figure.

She was standing with her eyes shut tightly and palms covering her ears. "kushi?" he called as he got hold of her wrist. She heard a familiar voice and then touch. She slowly opened her eyelids expecting worst scene of her life but shocked to see him standing before her. Immediately she looked over his shoulders to the place where he stood when she closed her eyes. "kushi."

She looked at him as she brought her trembling hand up to caress his cheek and then spoke "Arnav..ji, tru..ck" her voice became more trembling than her whole body. She hugged him as she sobbed in his arms. He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her in a comforting hug. When her sob became less he said, while patting her, "it's ok, kushi. Iam fine."

"Fine?" she yelled as she pulled away from him. She pushed him away when he tried to hold her. "Fine?!" she placed her hand on his chest pushing him further away as shouted "for a second I thought you were dead and here you are saying you are fine." She bit her lips trying not to break down but tears made their way down her already wet cheeks.

She caught hold of his collar, looked into his eyes daringly as she asked him in rage and agony filled voice "what do you think of yourself, mr.raizada?" she shook him as collar button was undone "why are you doing this to me? And what if something had really happened to you?! What would have I done?" she covered her mouth with one hand before starting to sob once again.

She leaned her forehead on his chest, her one hand still holding his collar and other clinging to his shirt. He stood motionless as he waited for her to let heart out. "kushi."' His voice was lower than a whisper. She looked up as she warned "don't even think of doing it again to me."

He stole glance at his wife from corner of his eyes, who was looking at other side. A lone tear ran down her already stained face and she immediately wiped it. "Are you okay?" he asked her. His voice was filled with concern. She wanted to say that she was fine instead she nodded, her gaze still fixed to outside. She was not okay. She was far from being normal.

She was perplexed by her own actions. Wasn't she supposed to hate him? To hate him for what all he did to her? Why did he still matters to her? Why she felt like she was losing her parents again? She thought she hate him. That's how she always consoled her.

Did she react like that just because he was her husband? Yes, even though it was fake marriage she had accepted him as husband. That's why she reacted like that and there was nothing more than that. "No. there was always something more than that." some sensible part of her screamed back.

She always knew there was something more than that but she bluntly refused to accept it. But today even though she tried hard to deny it she was not able to do that. The image of him standing before speeding truck crossed her mind. What if something had really happened to him? Her heart started to beat fast and she once again felt breathless.

She couldn't even imagine about a life without him. What would have she done if something like that happen? Would she have been able to survive? The thought of losing him scared her to the core. Losing him? But he never belonged to her. Then how can she lose him? She raised her hand and started to massage her temple as it started to ache.

He turned back again to take a glance at his sleeping wife. She looked like a child ' pure and innocent. She was acting strange from evening. She didn't utter a word, not even argued back. She ate when he said eat; she stopped crying when he said stop; and slept when he said sleep. He was taken aback when she silently accepted his idea of her sleeping on bed and him on couch.

He looked at her keenly observing her every feature making sure that he didn't bring wrong women with him. Yes, of course he had dreamt of the day when his wife will follow all his orders, without arguing back or questioning, just like obedient child. But he never thought that it will feel so weird. 'Maybe afternoon incident had scared her very much' he concluded as he laid himself on couch not aware of the emotional turmoil she was undergoing.

"arnavji." He jumped out of the couch hearing her voice. She was sitting on middle of the bed staring blankly at the surrounding. Her face was covered with sweat and her eyes looked haunted as if she had got out of bad dream. He sighed guessing about the dream she had and ran towards her. He kneeled on bed, turning her towards him before cupping her face. "kushi."

She looked at him dazed for a second before launching herself into his arms. She cried as he patted her. "It's okay, kushi. Iam with you." After sometime, he noticed that she had fallen asleep in his arms, her hands clutching to his shirt tightly like all her life depends on it. Not wanting to disturb her slumber, he moved back, still holding her close to his heart, until he reached head board and leaned himself back while stretching his long legs along the bed.

He was admiring her beauty when he spotted a lone tear on her cheek. He wiped it slowly and then looked at wetness it created on his forefinger. Her tears still hurt him after what all she done to him. She betrayed him and played with his sister's life. He wanted to hurt her for that and many times he was successful. He made her cry. But at the end of the day it was him who was more wounded than her. Every single tear she shed shattered his heart into million pieces.

And what hurts him more was she forgives him so easily. How can one be like that? She stills cares for him after what all he had done to her. Afternoon incident came to his mind. She was so scared and perplexed. Her actions reminded him of his own act. The day he thought she had an accident. Those five minutes still terrifies him.

That time his mind was totally shut and he thought he would die out of suffocation. He made a face thinking how he ran behind the ambulance calling her name like a mad man; like a mad man who was in crazy love. Yes, that was the day when he realized that he was in love with this stupid girl. "Crazy love." He murmured as he rested his head back while his hand was still patting her.

His eyelids flew open in a second and he looked at her in disbelief as realization hit him hard. He withdrew his hand from her as he shook his head whispering "no, it can't be. It can't be." He ran his fingers through his hair, and then closed his eyes. "She cannot be in love with me." images of him running behind ambulance and her shouting his name flashed in his mind.

He thought of all the moment he shared with her and everything indicated him one thing which he didn't want to believe. "She can't love me." he declared. But that was stupid because he always knew she loved him, felt her love and even he acknowledged it many times unknowingly. He always knew it but forgot it in anger. How can he?

He woke up feeling a tug on his thigh. She was still sleeping with her head rested on his lap and hands wound around his legs. He didn't want to face her. He wanted to spend some time alone. He lifted her head to place it on pillow only to shout "kushi." She woke holding her head with her hands as it started to spin. She looked at him in confusion as he said something and asked "what?"

"You have fever, kushi." She looked at him for a moment, blinked and then checked her temperature with her hands to shout "arrey devi maiya, I have fever." He saw her getting panicked and then ran towards the table where he had placed his mobile last night. He punched some buttons on it as he started to walk across the room.

He stopped near the bed to check her temperature again and announced that temperature is very high. Looking at her pale face and tear stricken eyes, he himself started to panic. "It's all your mistake. Because of you I got fever." she declared loudly making him to turn to her side. "What did I do? Did I ask you cry? It's your mistake, kushi. Didn't I tell you yesterday that you will fall sick if you cry like this? Didn't I? But when do you have listened to me?" he questioned her back.

She looked back at him "yes, its my mistake. I cried for you know. It's my mistake. What do you expect me to do? I was scared. Iam not heartless like you, scolding someone when they say that their head is bursting in pain." She ended last line in low voice but making sure he heard it. He sighed as he saw her tears and sat beside her and handled her water to drink.

"kushi, look at me." he ordered her only to say "sh*t, look at your eyes, they have become red. Stop crying." He again pressed some buttons on his mobile when she pulled his wrist. He stared at her wide eyes as she innocently asked with serious tone "am I going to die, arnavji?" he felt mixture of emotions running through him. He wanted to laugh at her innocence; felt angry at her stupidity; frightened thinking what if it happens. "I don't want to die here. Take me to delhi, no, no, lucknow!"

He began to talk in normal tone but his concentration still fixed to phone "look. It's just fever. It's not like that you have cancer or something." She let out small cry closing her mouth "DM, what if I really have cancer?" losing his temper completely, he shot back "shut up, kus.." his trailed off as his call got answer. "This is Arnav singh Raizada. My wife has got high temperature. Will you please come here?"

The voice replied back "don't worry mr. Raizada. I will be at your house in 15 mins." His eyes became widened. What he is doing? Calling doctor in delhi when he is in shimla? Has he completely lost it? He turned to look at his wife, who now was busy praying to her DM that she must have cancer. He murmured under his breath "this girl is driving me crazy."

"kus..hi, go to sleep." He pleaded as he further buried his face under the pillow. Already glowing bright lights is not doing any good to his sleep and on top of it this girl is disturbing him. After doctors visit, she slept for eight hours and woke up only to have dinner and then sleep. She again arouse exactly one hour after he slept and woke him also.

She told that she is scared and not able to get any sleep. As lights didn't make her better, he himself lied on bed next to her. "I can't understand it. iam the one who has temperature and taken medicine. But you are sleeping like you are ill?!!?" she enquired him. He raised his head from pillow to look at his sitting wife "its past midnight. Don't make me angry. Just sleep."

She made a face as she murmured "I wish jiji was here. She knows to make me sleep." He sighed as he got up and looked at his annoyed wife. He questioned her "what payal will do to make you sleep?" she got excited as she turned to face her sleepy husband "nothing. I will talk and jiji will listen to it till I doze off." He raised his brow as he sheepishly asked "you talk till you doze off?"

She nodded and he yawned as he waved his hand to her to continue. After five minutes he stared at his energetic wife and declared she won't sleep for next two hours. Not wanting to spend his whole night listening to how jelabi tastes and how she makes it, he stopped her "kushi." She looked at him asking what. In a moment he pulled her into his arms and laid back. When she tried to fight back, he stated "shut up and sleep." She listened to his heartbeat rhythm as he patted her and finally fell asleep.

She woke up in her husband's arm and their proximity made her feel awkward. Her inner turmoil started once again as she looked at him. He is confusing. One day he says he hates her and next day he acts like he loves her. Does he really love her? If that is so, why he behaved like that to her? He woke up due to loss of warmth. He saw her looking at him strangely.

He raised his hands to check her temperature but she immediately moved back surprising him. He once touched her forehead and sighed relief as temperature was down. He enquired her "what happened?" but she didn't reply. She got out of bed and went to bathroom.

He scanned the room for her as he came out of bathroom and found her near windows with arms crossed. "kushi." She turned to look at him. Her eyes held so many questions. Questions for which he only knew the answer. He knew that he cannot avoid her this time like always as he saw determination in her eyes. He knew the time has come. Time to test their love.