Hi Guys, Its Monday already, so here I am with a new chapter...
Before anything else..all phrases used here are just a way of expressing things, as I though these characters might do..so there has been no disrespect to anyone. Please treat this a work of fiction and ENJOY !!!
LINK TO CHAPTER 1
LINK TO CHAPTER 4
FOREVER, maybe...
Chapter 5
'Coffee, coffee..where is the coffee..ok here it is..milk, cornflakes, yogurt,'.banana, apple, cherry anything else'oh yes juice..'
Khushi dashed forward and backward between the shelves and the kitchen counter, getting together their breakfast. It was Monday, and she needed a head start.
'collect the 3Ds from the graphic artist, get the working drawings, talk to the contractor, meet Gupta tiles...'
Khushi listed out the tasks ahead for the day.
'7.50am late'where is my lunch box...'
Khushi looked into the refrigerator and didn't find the salad-box that was always there. This had never happened before. But then there were many things that never happened before.
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The evening of Saturday, the 20th of April was a fateful one. Alcohol, perfume, hair and necklace had played their own sweet little roles in getting Arnav and Khushi on the verge of kissing'.. or was it something more? Momo had found them pressed against each other on the couch, their lips inches apart and Khushi's pallu quite not in place. Her scream had broken the spell as they looked her and then at each other in horror.
Khushi had run for her room leaving Arnav alone to deal with an extremely hyper, shocked and stunned Momo. Under normal circumstances, Momo's energy and gustiness took people by surprise, so no wonder when the situation was as critical as this, Momo reacted like an electron at the highest energy level, cornering Arnav like a scared kitten, the shrillness of the voice taking Siddharth by surprise, who was two minutes too late to understand the cause of the hyperactivity.
M: "Arnav Singh Raizada, you are a dead man.." was all that Arnav managed to register before she stormed into Khushi's room.
Siddharth, Momo's husband was standing in the hallway holding a big bag of Chinese take-away. It was Momo's idea to surprise them, as the evening before had turned out to be a deal breaker. Little did she expect the scene which had greeted her. Arnav had gone up to Siddharth and mumbled something about 'Momo... hyper...gonna kill me...not my fault entirely..' before taking the bag from his hand and moving towards the kitchen counter. Siddharth was a little surprised at the unfolding of events, but then his wife Dr. Mrinalini Mohini Bannerjee was one of a kind and managed to terrorise people on a pretty daily basis. So he shrugged away the uneasiness and went up to Arnav.
Khushi was standing beside her bed clutching her heart with a scared expression on her face. No, she wasn't thinking about what happened between her and Arnav, her priority was Momo, at the moment. She needed a full strategy plan for defense against Momo under decently explosive situations; THIS was 9/11 and she didn't have the time to practice her dialogues or organise her thoughts.
Momo had come across as a surprise. She came inside Khushi's room was saw her more scared than Arnav, perhaps Momo was satisfied..she came up to her and asked
M: "Are you all right?"
This was Momo; beneath all the scary layers was this soft motherly soul who had reached out to her 10 years back as she reached out now.
K: "No, I am not'"
She hugged Momo tight. The barrier of fear that had prevented her feelings till now came pouring down. She was confused at first seeing this intense side of Arnav but somewhere in between him pulling her hair and his fingers touching the neckline of her blouse, she had lost herself in the feeling of sheer bliss. But she had reciprocated too, didn't she? She remembered sliding her fingers down his neck and his expression, his deep breathing. It was so intense, she didn't think she would have been able to be still had she not been in his arms.
His arms..? She had hugged him before, countless number of times.. but this was different. She had known him to be this soft and gentle guy, at least to her though Momo would definitely say otherwise. But today he had overpowered her with a force which was hitherto unknown and it had been different, not violent, rather passionate and demanding which had aroused her to do what she did.
K: "It's not what it looks like, Momo..we..just..I just asked Arnav to open the necklace which had gotten stuck with my hair...nothing else."
M: " Really?...since how long have you been making out..??"
K: "Momo!!!"
M: " Don't 'Momo' me'not today'whom are you kidding?... the look you both had on your faces made me wonder if you two had your clothes on before I saw you were doing it fully dressed."
K: "Momo'.we weren't doing anything..."
M: "So why were you on top of Arnav..."
K: "I wasn't Momo..." and she blushed vigorously..
M: "Yeah, that blush of yours, on your face...is really not helping your lie.."
K: "I wasn't ...he was opening my necklace...it got stuck.."
M: "where?...on the neckline of your blouse... because your pallu surely wasn't in place'were you trying to seduce Arnav?
K: " Momo !!!"
M: "No, it must have been Arnav, who was trying to seduce you'I know'he has always been the type' did he always hit on you like this or this was an exception' I'm sure that ass is trying to get into your pants..."
She knew that Momo's screams a part of her concern towards Khushi but she couldn't bear the accusations anymore. True, it has been Arnav who had initiated the thing but she had reciprocated equally. It was not his fault. Khushi never liked Momo hurling bombs at Arnav, ever, it hurt her somehow to see his image getting degraded. She rushed forwards towards Momo, pinned her to the wall and put her hands on her mouth.
K: " Stop it, stop it Momo, Arnav didn't do anything wrong, stop hurling accusations at him...yes we did share something intimate...I don't know what it was...yes he did initiate it...but I wanted it as much as he did...I have always wanted it...was just never sure if he did too... and it was you who told me that I must have had a thing for him..so yes, I did and I do, I have loved Arnav since as long as I can remember... but I never knew what he thought of me... and then things happened ... and now this...and I really don't know what's gonna happen next..." her voice trailed off as the uncertainty hit her... Her hands slid off Momo's mouth and she stood pondering on the newly created jigsaw of her life...
M: " So it does work'"
Khushi woke up with a start.
K: " What works?"
M: "My new method to make people confess their feelings" Momo said with a glee. Khushi just realized what she had done. She had poured out 10 years worth of feelings in front of Momo.
K : "You tricked me!!!"
M: "Well it worked, didn't it...they should give men a degree in psychology too you know...not just surgery...she smiled...I have known this for a really long time now that you love him...and as much as I hate to say this...but I really think that Arnav makes you happy... I have never seen you so much at peace before...congratulations girl..."
She came forward and hugged Khushi tight. Nothing mattered more to her than her bestie's happiness.
K: "Momo... do you think ..he ...I mean Arnav knows..?"
M: " I told you..he won't recognize love if it came and danced naked in front of him..so no ...he doesn't .."
K: "So what do I do?"
M: "Make him fall in love with you..."
...
Khushi got up late on Sunday. The last night had been really long. The morning held something new for her. All she could think about was Arnav.
'Maybe Momo was wrong, maybe Arnav knows about my feelings.'
She thought about the cautious glances Arnav threw at her the previous night. She had not been able to get sometime alone with him. It was 2 am when Momo and Siddharth left; Arnav had already fallen asleep by the couch by then. She had decided to wait for the morning.
She was immersed in her thoughts when she heard a knock on her door. Arnav entered with coffee and her breakfast of yogurt and fruits.
K: "Good morning.."
A: "Khushi... I am really sorry for last night'it was just the drinks, I swear...nothing else.."
Khushi felt the world disappear in a giant blob of colours as she fought hard to beat the tears that filled her eyes.
'Just the drinks...nothing else'
...
Khushi drowned her coffee...She didn't have any appetite for her breakfast. It was Monday morning and being late was not an option.
K: "Arnav ... get up ... am leaving... "
Maybe some things are just not meant to be, ever...
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