Chapter Six Updated P.30My Affair with Mrs. SMJ - Page 2

the ending was really interesting

love it interesting so how are they going to be together anyways plzzz continue soon and plzzz pm me if you do

Nice so his heart is already beating for her 😆

this is awesome and i wanna know what happens next!!!

when are you going to update the next chapter? this is so freaking amazing!!! thanks for the pm!!!

loved the character sketch seems to be very interesting.

love it and the charecters are really strong and beter but khushi married to shyam cause her mother wanted money? anyways loved it and lets c who has the affair and how arhi will get together and thanks for the pm

Mrs. Khushi Shyam Manohar Jha. 😲. !! 😉 Hahah !!

Intriguing concept. Please update soon,

Chapter One: Uska Band Bajaa

Arnav felt his eyebrows raise. He mentally slapped himself. Mrs. Khushi. He was having such thoughts about a married woman. The fact of her being a married woman shocked him, but her last name shocked him even more.

"Mrs. Shyam Manohar Jha? You don't mean the textile tycoon, Shyam Manohar Jha, do you?" asked Arnav, trying to clear his doubt. Khushi let go of his hand and laughed.

"The one and only."

"Being the wife of such a rich man, you want to work with AR? Why?" asked Arnav, shock all over his face. Khushi sighed.

"It's boring to be Mrs. Jha. You stay at home the whole day, decked up like it is your wedding. When guests come home, you serve them food. You have to know the name of every single business partner of your husband. You cannot make one mistake. I get incredibly bored by the whole thing," admitted Khushi. Arnav couldn't help but smile slightly.

"And you don't wear a mangalsutra or sindoor?" inquired Arnav. Khushi bit her lip.

"My mangalsutra is at the jewlers, and I forgot sindoor. But, Mr. Raizada, you failed to notice my wedding ring," she said smugly. She held out her hand to him and Arnav noticed the large diamond ring on her left hand ring finger.

"And your husband allows this?" asked Arnav. He didn't want to take any chances of being beaten up by Shyam Manohar Jha. He watched as Khushi's eyes seemed to dim a little and then light up again.

"Of course he approves. He doesn't mind such things," said Khushi quickly.

"I wouldn't expect that a man like Mr. Jha would allow his wife to work here. And that to in AR? Suprising indeed," responded Arnav. Khushi laughed.

"He is a very strange man." Arnav handed over her file back to her. As Khushi reached for it, her finger barely touched his, and he felt a jolt. Calm down, ASR. She is married. Her husband can come here and kill you if you think like this, he thought has he tried to calm his heart down, which was beating like crazy.

"Well then, Mrs. Jha, I will see you tomorrow at seven in the morning sharp," said Arnav, trying to make some conversation. Khushi nodded.

"I'll be there," she answered and quickly walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her quietly. Arnav fell into his chair and sighed. It was going to be hard to control himself around Mrs. Jha. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the chair.

Khushi walked out of Arnav's office quickly, hiding her smile behind her file. She had got a job. With Arnav Singh Raizada. She exited the building, giving big smiles to everyone on the way and headed towards her car. It had been her dream as a kid to work in a Fashion House.

Her driver, Raju, quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her. Khushi got in and thanked Raju as he shut the door quickly and began to drive towards the Jha Mansion. Khushi looked out the window at the Delhi city. She loved Delhi. Even more than her hometown of Lucknow. The rain, the traffic, the crowds, the food. It was also the place where she had met Shyam. Shyam. She couldn't believe her luck that he had agreed to let her work. It was suprising indeed. She was brought out of her reverie by the faint ring of her phone. She looked at the screen and saw it was Shyam. Khushi quickly picked up.

"Hello?" she said quietly.

"Hello, dear. How did it go?" asked Shyam.

"Good. I got the job!" exclaimed Khushi.

"Good for you! And where are you right now?" inquired Shyam.

"In the car, on the way home. Where else?"

"Go straight home. Remember, no stops!" said Shyam, his voice sharp. Khushi bit her lip.

"Of course. I wouldn't go anywhere else," she said quietly.

"You know I love you right? Do you love me, Khushi?" Khushi closed her eyes.

"Yes'..I love you," she said.

"Okay then. See you at home." He hung up and Khushi lowered the phone from her ears and rested her head on the car's seat. She knew she should tell someone. She knew that she could tell someone. But she didn't. She never would.

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