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Chapter 2:

Arnav slumped into the bed still fuming hours after the argument, he tried to hold on to his anger but the sweet call of sleep was too tempting so he let himself drift away into darkness that awaited him. He had the weirdest feeling, like he was being lifted from his bed and was floating in mid air and then suddenly Arnav woke up with a start; his body felt exceptionally light and the bed underneath him felt hard, it was just a dream, he thought, calming himself down. Eyes still closed he stretched his arms.

Was someone lying beside him? He jumped up all of a sudden. Something hit his head. He looked up and saw stars dangling from the bed ceiling.

The person beside him barely paid any attention to him and mumbled "go back to sleep please, its 3:00am"

"What the..." he thought. That sounded like a... girl? And why was she begging him to go back to sleep and what the hell was she doing in his bed? Not that he would mind...but still?

His head was pounding, Damn that Khushi Kumari Gupta for being the cause of this headache. The hell! Why am I even thinking about her? He was still sulking over the thoughts of Khushi Kumari Gupta when the sudden grunt from the person lying beside him brought him back to reality.

He was moving his hand to wake whoever was lying beside him when a sudden rush to pee hit him. Dammit! He couldn't control it, cursing under his breath he moved out of his bed.

Making a mental note to sort out the person that dared to lay in his bed without his permission, after he's done with the call of nature of course.

It was really dark in the room, but as soon as his feet touched the floor he knew it was not his bedroom. It took a while for his eyes to adjust in the dark, this room was small and it was definitely not his bed, there were stars hanging from the bed.

What the...? Where the hell am I? Did I randomly sleep with someone? But why don't I remember...

He wanted to figure it out but the pee was killing him, if he didn't find himself a washroom soon, he'd lose it. Arnav ran to what appeared to be a shadow of a door, hoping it'd open into a toilet so he'd be off with this torture.

Unfortunately this door opened to another, somewhat bigger room. If the darkness wasn't rendering much, it appeared to be a ... living room and a really small one to compare to the living room of RM (Raizada mansion).

Damn where's the toilet? He looked around and then moved forward. He hit his foot on a chair which fell with a loud crash. F***!

"Who's there?" someone yelled before he could respond there were running foots steps and then the lights turned on.

He heard a sudden sigh of relief escape from whoever had entered the room.

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Madhumati Gupta (Khushi's Buaji) came rushing into the living room of the Gupta house and turned on the light, she had thought it was an intruder when her eyes landed on her niece standing in the middle of the room rubbing her feet, a chair lying beside her.

Khushi's expressions were priceless, she looked shocked and confused but that was nothing to worry about Buaji thought. Khushi was her SANKA DEVI and confused was a state of being for her. Her causing uproar in the middle of the night was not uncommon.

Buaji shook her head "What are you looking at? Why are you up so late?" she asked. Not much to Buaji's surprise her Khushi looked bewildered, "toilet...?" she finally managed to mumble raising an eyebrow.

"Then why are still standing here and looking at me? ... Go" Buaji replied pointing at the washroom door then continued "and at least walk with your eyes open Sanka Devi, you're unbelievable, go to bed its 3 in the morning"

Leaving a shocked Khushi behind, Buaji shook her head and left the room thinking when will this girl grow up?

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Arnav stood rooted in shock, what just happened?

And then again the pressure in his bladder reminded him that he had no time to waste, without any further delay he ran towards the door the huge lady had pointed at as the toilet. He'd think about the weirdness of the situation later.

Closing the door behind him with a distinct sense of relief, he turned to find the toilet was quite small. He wasn't sure he could fit over that but there was nothing else for it, so he lowered himself on the seat.

And found, to his surprise, that he fit quite nicely. Shrugging, he relieved himself. It was weird enough waking up in a strange house, without having to worry about how he could fit on such a tiny seat. He stretched his legs, feeling himself relax and raised his arms. Something caught his eyes, a flash of white.

He opened his eyes widely and looked around. Nope, nothing white except the moonlight. He moved to use the water when the flash happened again and this time he turned in triumph that faded into confusion as he held up his own hand.

His very delicate, very white hand, complete with a ring.

'What the...?' He wiggled his fingers and yup, the white hand wiggled. 'What the hell is going on???' He muttered, taking off that annoying ring that kept flashing. But sadly, taking it off did nothing to change the hand, except perhaps make it look more white.

He shook his head. Maybe he'd gotten drunk on the way home, that was why he recalled nothing except that silly argument with Khushi Kumari Gupta. That girl was enough to give any man weird dreams. And lord knew, she could drive him to drink. Shaking his head again, he turned to clean himself...

...and nearly died of shock.

'It's GONE!!!' His surprised yell came out in an embarrassingly shrill squeak. He was too far gone to care though. 'Where???' Jumping up, he looked around and spying a mirror, hurried towards it.

Dimly reflected back was the most hated face ...'YOU!' He yelled at her. 'This is all your fault...' It registered that her mouth was forming the same words and his voice, a very sexy bass if he did say so himself, sounded exactly like her.

Someone thumped on the door and he jumped. 'Quiet down, you!' The fat lady admonished, 'Why are you yelling?'

'Oh... um... cockroach!' He figured that one would work on any woman.

'Kill it!!!' The fat lady sounded like she'd run to the end of the room. Shaking his head, he turned back to the mirror.

Khushi stared back. He lifted a hand and touched his cheek. It was disgustingly smooth. Khushi's face wore a look of disgust quite identical to his. He waved a hand; she waved back simultaneously. Just for the kick of it, he slapped his cheek. And yes, she did it too. He grinned, 'Gotcha!'

Well, if he was going to have this weird dream, at least he got to make her do exactly what he wanted. That went a long way to appease his shock.

He figured he must've drunk a lot more than he'd anticipated , although that had never happened before but then, he never had to deal with Khushi Kumari Gupta before either so, now he was in this weird, drunken stupor that convinced him that he'd possessed Khushi's body. He knew he had control issues; maybe this was his subconscious way of exerting control over Khushi. Well, that meant he was going to make her parade naked in front of the mirror and then, have her sleep on the floor. Yup, that's what he'd do.

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