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Originally posted by: saucechips

OS: Arnav Khushi- I Promise!

Arnav had been found, he knew the truth, completely,had , in front of the whole raizada and gupta family told the truth behind their marriage, apologised khushi, if there could be anything enough to count as an 'apology' for what he had done...

and khushi had in front of everyone, forgiven him, but, had left...

the reason, she told her sister, and the rest of the family, save Arnav, (she left the house in his absense) was that "agar aapse koi maafi maange, toh uska ye matlab hota hai ke who apne kiye par sharminda hai...par yeh toh nahi hota na, ke aapke baare me uske khayal badal gayen hon? Unhone humse maafi maangi, sachche dil se maangi, humne maaf kar bhi diya, par iska yeh matlab toh nahi hai na, ki hum iss maafi ka galat faayda uthayen...hum unpe, unki zindagi par ab ek pal bhi aur bojh ban kar nahi rehna chahte... unhe humse nafrat thi, hai aur rahegi, bas thodi kam ho gayi hai..."

"har ko apni marzi se zindagi jeene ka haq hai di, humse shaadi mrzi nahi, majburi thi...ab majburi khatam.."

and so amid frivolous protests, tears, khushi had torn herself away from RM...she went back to Gupta's...took up job as a sweet maker and seller..at a store owned by a very sweet woman called sneha...

as for Arnav, he received the shocker of his life when he reached home...she had left? Just like that? Before he could even...he broke... it was the 5th consecutive night he had not slept since she left..."kyun deti who mauka mujhe?" kept going in his mind.."maine kab diya tha..."

but he couldn't let it go on like this any longer..it was killing him...he had tried spotting her outside her house several times but to no avail, he did not have the courage to face her family, not after...

tomorrow, he was going to wait, wait and follow her to where she went...he promised himself as he tossed for the umpteenth time on his bed...

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she needed to move on, she kept telling herself...high time she moved on...stop thinking! She told herself as she busied herself with arranging sweets...

Khushi sensed someone behind her back..

"ji, aapko kaunsi mithai chahiye?" she asked in a chirpy tone without turning around..

"khushi..."

that was it..she froze. Thought of turning around but couldn't..was she just imagining it?? slowly she turned... and there he was...staring, anger,pain, hope and above all terrible lack of sleep were being betrayed from his eyes...what had happened to him? was he sick? raced in khushi's mind...

they just stood still for some moments..

"khushi...ghar chalo...right now" he spoke slowly but with a force which made it evident that a storm was coming soon...

*silence*

"ghar? Ghar se toh hum abhi aaye hain..aur wapas bhi jayenge, par 6:00 baje...dukan band hote hi..." she spoke like a complete stranger...

"khushi tum.."

but khushi immediately whirled back and engaged herself in arranging the boxes on the shelf...one fell, a very obvious consequence of the frivolousness with which she was handling them..

"are khushi!" sneha's voice broke in..

"ji..."

"graahak tabse khade hain..tumne pucha nahi inhe kya chahiye?"

"ji who.."

"jalebi" arnav shot.." aap fikir mat kijiye ye mujhe de hi rahi thi.."

sneha nodded " toh de do na khushi! Dekh kya rahi ho?"...and saying this she got busy again with her work..

Khushi on the other hand was completely confused...why on earth did he want sweets?

"khushi tumne suna nahi, jalebi!" arnav said, perfectly seriously and now starting to enjoy the confusion on her face..

"ye.." she hesitated holding the box towards him then slowly pulling it back...

"aa..aapko kyun chahiye?"

arnav raised an eyebrow high and the hint of a smirk appeared on his face...

"toh tum apne customers se occasion bhi puchti ho?"

"hame.."

"vaise puch hi liya hai toh sun lo.. apne liye.."

"KYA?" she exclaimed and in one swift movement the box was in the process of going back to the shelf and in another swift movement it was back in arnav's hands..

"mithai ki dukan pe, mithai khane aaya hoon, isme chillane waali kaun si baat hai?"

khushi wanted to kill him..didn't he know he was not supposed to eat sweets! Then why was he doing this? Why? She fumed...even gave him an ' I will kill you' look to which his response was taking a jalebi from the box and moving it towards his mouth...

"NICHE RAKHIYE!" khushi shouted..and snatching the jalebi from his hands dumped it in the box and snatched it too away from his hands...

and arnav's heart did a full on salsa...(yes, even mr raizada's heart was not allowed to do bhangra or anything of the sort..salsa, maybe..)

"tum apne customers se aise behave karti ho?"

"aapko meetha mana hai..aapko batana padega?"she said angrily.. her nostrils puffed..

"haan hai" arnav said staring hard.."toh?"

"toh ye meetha hai..matlab aap nahi kha sakte!"

"mujhe meetha mana hai, tumhara kaam mithai bechna hai..mai kha sakta hoon ya nahi, tumhe kya fark padta hai.."

total confusion..answer khushi... answer...what??

"h..hame koi fark nahi padta.. par agar yahan aapko kuch ho gaya..toh dukan ka naam kharab hoga! Log samjhenge mithai me kuch gadbad hai.."

smart one..she congratulated herself... Arnav proved to be smarter.. he wasn't going to let go that easily..

"right"

khushi breathed a sigh of relief..

" main bahar kha leta hoon..gadi me" and saying this with a smirk he snatched the box back, put the payment on the table and headed towards the car..

Khushi wanted to throw all the boxes in the damn shop at him... he...WHAT was she supposed to do now..

she paced thrice the entire length of the shop, then beat her fists in the air.. and muttering everything from rakshas to shaitan to laad governer marched out to accomplish the feat of throwing the box out of his hands once again...

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arnav sat in the car staring at the box in front of him.. he wasn't joking...if khushi didn't come out in 5 minutes sharp he would actually eat them up..if this was what was going to bring her back, so be it...

he took the box, opened it, took a wet in sugar syrup sweet from it and moved it towards his mouth...closer...closer..

and then even before he knew..the jalebi had been shot to the windscreen and was making a wet slow sad demise down the impeccably polished glass...khushi kumari gupta singh raizada it seemed..had come after all..

and now, showtime...

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