Differences Between Us :: Arshi FF [COMPLETED] - Page 13

Khushi swivelled on her feet to scowl at him.

"Accha?" (Really?)

Arnav took a step towards her, his eyes smoldering. "Tum itne saare aadmiyon ke saamne, aadhi nangi naach rahi thi! Ghatiya nahin to aur kya tha?" he growled with a seething tone, which just made her madder. (You were dancing half-naked in front of so many men! If it wasn'd bad, what would you call that?)

"Humne kapde pehne hue the! Shaayad aapki aankhein kharaab hogayin jo aapne nahin dekha!" she hissed back. (I was wearing clothes! Maybe your eyes had clouded so that you didn't see!)

"Oh really? Jahaan se main dekh rah atha, your waist and midriff were bare, Khushi! Do you even know what those men were thinking?" (From where I was looking,...)

She gritted her teeth in irritation. "Jo soochna tha, sochne do! Aapko kya farak padta hai?" (They can think whatever they want! Why do you care?)

"Farak padta hai, dammit!" (Of course I care, dammit!)

"Kyun? Humaare baare mein soch rahe the! Aapke baare mein to nahin! Aur vaise bhi, hum sirf ek middle class ladki hain! Who's not good-looking enough! To aap Mr High-Class-Too-Handsome Raizada ko itna farak kyun padta hai?" (Why? They were thinking about me! Not you! And anyways, I'm just a middle class girl! Who is not good-looking enough! So why do you Mr High-Class-Too-Handsome Raizada care?)

He glared at her in maddening silence before he stormed away, raging. Khushi sighed. What had taked over her to talk to him like that? Anyway, it served him right.

"Jerk!" she muttered at the door from which he had just left.

***

She bumped into a man as she was angrily stomping her way back home. There was already Arnav Singh Raizada who had ruined the entire evening for her along with her mood and she wanted to stay alone. Now this stupid fool had to collide with her. What she was just lacking was an elephant to trample on her house!

"Is this the Gupta wedding?" the man asked her. She noted his strange Australian accent and tried to smiled.

Wait! Australian? Hadn't her mother said the other day that there was a cousin or something who would be coming from Australia?

"Aap Nitesh Kapadia ho, na?" she asked curiously. (You are Nitesh Kapadia, right?)

The guy broke into a large smile. "Yeah! Mere dost mujhe NK bulaate hain! NK!" he nearly shouted, waving two fingers at her face. (My friends call me NK! Nk!)

Khushi gave him an embarrassed smiled and started answering his question but he didn't due her time. "Aap bohot bavaal ho!" (You are very uproar!)

What? She was what? An uproar?

"Aap kehna kya chaahate hain?" (What do you mean?)

"Aapko mera naam pata chal gaya na! Iss liye, aap bohot bavaal ho!" (You guessed my name! So you're very uproar!)

Then she understood and tried not to laugh. "Bavaal nahin! Kamaal!" (It's not uproar! It's amazing!)

"Oh, yeah," he held his ears as if to apologise. "That only. Vaise aapka bhaar kya hai?" (By the way, what's your weight?)

For a moment, Khushi was stunned. Was this guy seriously asking about her weight? No, it didn't seem that way. Instead, she was sure he was really bad at hindi. She swallowed her laughter again. "Bhaar nahin, naam. You wanted to know my name?" (Not weight, name...)

NK flinched. "Yeah! Aapko pata hai, meri bhindi bohot kharaab hai!" (... My okra is very bad, you know!)

Khushi was no longer able to control it, then. She burst out laughing right at his face. "Bhindi nahin, Hindi! Aur hum Khushi hain!" (Not okra, it's Hindi! And I'm Khushi!)

He smiled and shook her hand. "Great! Hum bhi bohot khushi hain!" (...I'm very happy too!)

She shook her head, giggling. "He Devi Maiyya! Humaara naam Khushi hai!" (HDM! My name is Khushi!)

***

After meeting NK, her mood had lightened, so she decided she could return to the wedding. She had introduced him to Garima and left him with her. That would do the job. She knew her mom; by the time of the bidaayi the whole Kolkata would know NK.

She went directly to the dessert table and started piling one of each of the sweets there. This was one of the things she loved about weddings. Especially when it came to Bengali sweets, she could swoon into complete bliss after one bite.

Suddenly, Khushi felt herself flanked by two people. She looked up to find Payal and Shivanee studying her attentively. She gobbled up the baadaam barfi she had been munching on, eyebrows raised at the two girls.

"Khushi, ek baat poochhein?" Payal asked in an unusual teasing tone. Something smelled bad over here. (Can I ask you something?)

"Tumne humse yeh kyun kaha ke mujhe suit pehenna tha? Dance ke liye?" Shivanee quipped, wiggling her eyebrows mischieviously. (Why did you tell me to wear a suit? For the dance?)

Khushi just pouted and thought about it. She didn't even know that herself. The idea had just come to her mind.

"Shaayad kyunki suit modern hai," she suggested. (Maybe because it's modern.)

"Jeans is modern, Khush, not suits," Shivanee commented in a bored tone.

"Phir... shaayad kyunki suits classy hote hai," she tried again. (Then... Maybe because it's classy.)

"Seriously, Khushi?" Payal asked.

Khushi rolled her eyes. "Pata nahin!" (I don't know!)

"Humaare paas ek zyaada achha sujhaav hai!" her elder sister told her in a sing-song tone. (I have a better suggestion!)

Shivanee hugged Khushi from behing, placing her chin on her friend's shoulder.

"Shaayad kyunki koyi khaas insaan hamesha suit pehte hain?" she said. (Maybe because a special someone always wear suits?)

Payal added. "Aur voh humaari Chamkeeli ke dil ko bohot bhaate hain?" (And our Chamkeeli likes him a lot?)

"Kiski baat kar raho aap dono?" Khushi asked irritatedly, dislodging herself from Shivanee's arms. (Who are you both talking about?)

The eldest Gupta sister sighed. "George Bush ki!" (About George Bush!)

"Tumhaare Laad Governor ki! Aur kiski?" her friend squealed impatiently. (Your Laad Governor! Who else?)

Khushi gasped and at the same time, she noticed the man in question glaring at her across the tent from behind Payal. She realised that she had always seen him in suits. He Devi Maiyya! No! That was certainly not because of him that she had made Shivanee put on a suit!

Or was it?

"Voh khadoos Laad Governor?" she spat, blushing deep red even as she did so. "Voh humaare dil ko bhaate hai? Aap dono paagal hogaye hain kya? Kabhi nahin!" she shrieked, horrified at the idea of being in love with Arnav Singh Raizada. (That sulky Laad Governor? I like him? Have you two gone mad? Never!)

She scowled and piled double the amount of sweets she had intended to take. Unbelievable! She had been irked twice, by three different people in the same night! Was that a life?

***

"Utna bhi boora nahin tha," he murmured sleepily. (It wasn't that bad.)

He was thinking about her again? Unbelievable. But unstoppable. The harder he tried not to think about her, the more she came to his mind.

Now he thought about her dance, it hadn't been as bad as he had made it seem. Her dupatta had covered enough of her skin but maybe, it had been too tempting for him. Her milky expanse of skin he wanted to touch... If she dressed up like that and danced like that for him only, he sure wouldn't mind...

What? What the heck was he thinking?

But his brain went on irrationally.

Now he judged his reaction, he had acted like a stupidly possessive boyfriend. Arnav sat up in bed, his fury flaring again. What was Khushi Kumaari Gupta to him?

Nothing!

Then why the hell should he feel possessive about her, dammit?