About Last Night THREAD 4**Part 38-48** - Page 70

Wow... Great update 👍🏼. Loved it .👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

Aww little Khushi is adorable!! Loved the update

nice update...
Yash reacting to Anjali's demand to meet Shyam as a "No"..that's interesting...
Hope Khushi and baby Khushi get them together...


OP

i sense some possessiveness from Yash side already.

Fabulous update...I now just realized how great of a foundation Arnav and Anjali are to the Raizada family. If one is wounded, then the entire family steps up to hold them up to firm the foundation again. I think it's so cute that little Khushi is helping Anjali come out of her grieving and self-torture. Hopefully, the family comes out stronger than ever after this incident.

sorry for the late comment..was out of town n i missed this series sooo badly tat the 1st thing i didnt after stepping in2 ma home was run 2 ma pc 2 read all the updates..tat the effect of About Last Night on me..btw Congrats for thread 4..way 2 go dear..

Part 44

She had not the resilience of Khushi nor the stoicism of Payal. Anjali's loss was equal to her love. At some deep level, she believed that her grief had to reflect the love she held for Shyam. It was this erroneous understanding that Khushi strove to correct--especially after what happened on the morning of the third day.

That was the day the Raizada men decided to resume work; Mami and Payal went to the temple; Nani paid a condolence call. Khushi, Anjali, Yash and Little Khushi had just returned from the hospital, where Anjali had undergone some routine tests and a scan. The hospital visit had been arranged by Arnav, who had extracted a promise from his sister at breakfast, before departing for the office, that she would not miss the appointment. The tests were more than satisfactory, and Yash who reviewed the reports himself confirmed that Anjali was in excellent health. Little Khushi high-fived Anjali, even though she didn't quite understand the news.

The scan, however, was another matter. Oh, the development of the fetus was not a source for concern. Rather, the technician had assumed that the man standing next to Anjali, peering at the monitor, was the keen father and she had addressed him as thus several times. In such cases, when the identity of a person is not corrected immediately, it becomes more embarrassing to correct it later, and so for that reason neither Anjali nor Yash said anything. By the end of the appointment, the technician discovered that she had been addressing not Mr and Mrs Jha, but a Ms Raizada and her doctor. It had all been awkward for Anjali; it had highlighted her new status as an unmarried pregnant woman. Her spirits had plummeted, and when they entered Raizada House, Anjali had immediately excused herself. Yash explained to Khushi what had happened during the scan. They decided to give her some space, and were in the lounge having coffee when Little Khushi came to report that her friend, Anjali, was missing. They checked the house and when they could not find her, the servants were called to help and the entire house and grounds were checked thoroughly.

Khushi was on the verge of panic and was dialing Arnav's number when Yash found Anjali. She was in the storage room, surrounded by items pouring out of open boxes--items which had been worn and handled by the man who was now behind bars. She was weeping uncontrollably. Yash collected her in his arms and carried her back to her bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed, and covered her with a blanket. He allowed Khushi to sit on the bed to offer comfort, while he lured Little Khushi--who was disturbed to see her friend in such a state--away from the room.

"Di," Khushi scolded her sister-in-law when they were alone, "you will make yourself truly ill if you continue in this way."

Anjali looked at her helplessly. "I can't stop thinking of him," she cried.

"Fight!" Khushi rallied. "Fight those feelings." With her fingertips she wiped the tears from Anjali's cheeks and said, "were he worthy of your love, it would be a different matter--but he is not. So close that door."

"Were it so simple--" she began.

"--it is that simple!" Arnav completed, from the door.

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Arnav had spent most of the morning with Mr. Rao, discussing Shyam's trial. The case was an "open-and-shut case", as Mr. Rao said; however, Arnav wanted to impress upon him that Anjali would not give evidence in person, and they were to seek maximum penalty on all counts. Mr. Chopra was also consulted. Arnav felt that Shyam may have played this game before. Were there other women who had been taken by the charm-merchant? Were they dealing with a polygamist? There was also the matter of prosecuting Shyam's first wife as co-conspirator. The fact that two children would be left parent-less disturbed Arnav, despite his hardheaded attitude towards Shyam.

These thoughts created in him a deep longing to see and be with Khushi. He calculated that his wife and his sister would now be home from the hospital and decided to leave the office and join them for lunch.

Both women turned their heads to face the door. He stepped within the room. Rather than sympathy, he felt some anger towards his sister.

"What are these tears for? What fantasy is being shattered here?" he asked. "That he loved you and left you? No! The fact is that he wanted your wealth and got caught!" Khushi rose and came to touch his hand, unclenching his fist with her fingers. He read her eyes. He was being unnecessarily harsh, they told him. He drew a deep breath and sat at the edge of the bed and took his sister's hands. "Di, would it easier for you if I just kill him?"

He heard Khushi gasp behind him.

Anjali laughed through her tears, "was that your Plan B, Chotte?"

Arnav pulled his sister into a fierce embrace. "That was actually Plan A."

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For the first time in days, the family and guests at Raizada House enjoyed a pleasant dinner together. Khushi and Payal were gratified to see that food was not just consumed but enjoyed. Little Khushi insisted on sitting next to her friend. She was perched on some cushions, had her own plate and though she made a bit of mess, she was patiently guided by Anjali. Arnav, for perhaps the first time in his life, appreciated the presence of a child at the table: The child engaged Anjali's attention, and nobody spoke of weighty matters while she was within hearing distance.

After dinner, Yash and Little Khushi retired to the study to watch a cartoon. Their laughter brought others into the room to join them, including Anjali. Arnav, at ease that his sister was stable, turned his attention the woman who had his heart. The woman, who had been remained awake with him every hour his sister had been awake. And, who had then stayed up longer massaging, cradling, comforting him until he fell asleep. Arnav found that woman in their bedroom hanging the suit jacket that he had carelessly tossed on the recliner. She was dewy and fresh from her shower. Once again, the schoolgirl, he smiled. He closed and latched the bedroom doors. Khushi turned at the sound.

She picked up her dupatta and came towards the door, "would you like something?"

He raised his eyebrow, and scanned her body in a very obvious manner. "What are you offering?" he asked.

"I meant from the kitchen," she said, pushing him away from door.

He caught her around the waist, refusing to release her. "I don't need anything from the kitchen. Everything I could use is right here." This was illustrated by his hand reaching up to fondle her breast. She allowed his caress for a moment, but then flung his hand off, and asked, in a coquettish tone, "what about what I could use?"

He swung her around and pressed her firmly against the door frame with his own frame.

"I have this," he replied, suggestively grinding against her. "Could you use this?" he asked.

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I shall edit tomorrow after my exam and papers ugh .. Please pray for me

Part 42

"Had he died, she would suffer less," he heard Khushi say softly- sad but true.