Differences Between Us :: Arshi FF [COMPLETED] - Page 4

God .. Arnav was too much here..waiting for khushi's next step
She will definatly take a revange.. Lets see what have u store for us

CHAPTER 4 - We Meet Again?

"What the hell?" Arnav muttered under his breath. "Kahaan phans gaya?" (Where have I landed?)

He looked around at the hustling people around. There was no trace of Akaash. Kalavati and her husband were gone to visit some relative of her in-laws and Malvika was still at Shaantivan getting ready. The girl took hours, and he knew she did it to get his attention but he stayed away from her. First of all, she was his best friend's little sister and secondly, he could never like her that way. Besides he had been engaged to his late dad's childhood buddy's daughter since the age of twelve.

He had not seen Pallavi in years. He had not tried to. He did not want to.

"Hey! Mr Raizada!"

He turned and saw Professor Bijoy walking towards him with cheerful smile on his face, a contrast to Arnav's ugly frown.

"A spitting image of your father, aren't you?"

He frowned deeper. "Excuse me? How do you know my dad?"

The old balding man laughed, his hands splayed on his protruding potbelly. "Your father was once a student of mine young man!"

***

Khushi went up the flight of steps, two by two. She was already late. Usually, she reached the mandir one hour earlier and helped in the preparations but today, was an exception. Her mother had been quite ill and she had had to stay back to take care of her.

By the time she was ready and leaving the house, she had already lost thirty minutes. She had quickly wrapped her new dark green cotton saree with mango yellow borders embroidered with zari thread in the traditional Bengali style. She swung the keychain ' tied to a corner of her pallu ' over her shoulder. It had belonged to her Nani, made of silver with a large jhumka hanging from it and decorated with small red crystals.

Khushi treasured it, a gift from her deceased grandmother which she had received when the old lady was on her death bed. It had been a present from Khushi's grandfather and Chitralekha had worn in whenever possibly until his demise only ten years after their marriage. Khushi smiled remembering her grandparent who had been a great support to her in difficult times as she stuck the round velvet bindi of a dark green colour and sporting a tiny white gem at the bottom between her eyebrows. She had been Chitralekha Sen's favourite ever since her babyhood.

Seconds later, she was running down the stairs of her house into the Calcutta streets towards the mandir.

***

A whizz of dark green that went past them caught his attention and he heard Professor Bijoy calling out.

"Beti! Idhar aao to!" (... Come here!)

The startling blur was in fact a girl, he realised when it stopped, metres away from them. She turned and he recognised her at once.

Khushi Kumaari Gupta.

His scowl, which had slightly relaxed while talking to his dad's ex-teacher, settled back in place. But she did not seem to notice him because she broke into a large smile at the sight of the professor.

"Kaka! Kaise hain aap?" (Uncle! How are you?)

"Bilkul theek. Aur tu?" (Absolutely fine. And you?)

She skittled closer and touched his feet eagerly before nodding eagerly.

"To? Aapne college kya chhod diya, aap humein bhool hi gayi?" (So? Once you've dropped college, you have cmpletely forgotten me?)

"Nahin, kaka! Vakt hi nahin milta! Achha, yeh bataiye, Kaushik Dada kaise hain?" (No, Uncle! I just don't get time! Okay, tell me, how is Kaushik (Brother)?)

"Theek hain." (Fine.)

"Aur Lata Bhabhi? Aur hamaari Chhoti Kaajol?" (And Lata (Sister-in-law)? And our little Kaajol?)

He watched in wonder as the young woman chatted with the old man, yet not seeing him. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose. Arnav knew the second Gupta hated him. It was as obvious as the sky was blue and the grass green. She he looked at her then, he realised he had been wrong when he had qualified her as 'not good-looking enough'. Had she heard him that night? He knew he was talking aloud and he had not cared if anyone had heard.

Until now. Because he suddenly realised she was beautiful, very beautiful. In fact, even more that her eldest who always dressed simply to accentuate her natural beauty, more than the youngest who always dressed up to impress. Khushi Kumaari Gupta was in between, not just in age, but in that too. She dressed neither too modestly, nor too extravagantly, she dressed as per her choice, wearing what she liked, and it was exactly what made her look so pretty.

He also noticed she was polite but lively, mature but childish, an example of antagonisms. A lady already, even if she was still so young. But she was a middle class girl, he reminded himself. Just another middle class...

They talked for another couple of minutes before Bijoy Bose placed his hand on Arnav's shoulder and introduced him to her. And he watched with secret delight on her face changed from glee to horror, then to pure hatred.

***

She looked at his arrogant face with equal coldness, rivalling the dislike hooding his gaze with the hatred in hers. But she could not stay there any longer. His mere presence stifled her being. Arnav Singh Raizada repulsed her. She interrupted Bijoy Kaka in hurried Bengali, explaining that she did not want to miss the opening prayers and turned to leave.

She saw Akaash Dogra walking towards them, smiling politely. A stark opposite of his own best friend, he was. She folded her hands together and greeted him. He responded similarly, complementing her because she looked prettier in saree and she chuckled, looking back just once to glare at Mr Arrogant Raizada, daring him to cross her path.

***

Arnav smirked at her retreating back, veiled with her long dark hair.

"Arnav? Tumne Malvika ko dekha?" (...Have you seen Malvika?)

He switched to Akaash, flustered at being somehow caught watching the 'hate of his life'.

"Don't you know your sister, Akaash?"

His friend sighed. Akaash already knew Arnav had been irked by Khushi's presence, but, as he usually did, he dismissed the temper and snappy answers once again.

"Come, let's go in. The prayer will be starting shortly."

Second again:)
love the update.
So arnav admitted her beauty atlast:)
enjoyed reading it.

So arnav is engaged huh n with a middle class girl I guess
Awesome update

Finally i got link... Thanks

Super update dear...

You are truly an amazing writer. Read all of your ongoing works, each one different than the other but yet written so brilliantly. Your ability to juggle different stories and still be so good at is commendable. Loved this ff too, can hardly wait for the next update. Plz plz plz pm me when you update any of ur ff's.

nice story.

read all d parts...


plz pm me

awesome storyline, please pm me when u update

arnav as darcy
very good combination