Differences Between Us :: Arshi FF [COMPLETED] - Page 44

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"It's really harder to stay away from you, Khushi," he breathed unsteadily. He released a shaky breath and ran his index down the side of her face, simultaneously freeing a stray lock of hair from behind her ear so that it caressed her cheek gently. She shut her eyes tight and gulped, causing his grin to widen and his hands slipped further down to hold her arm, carefully not touching the designs yet.

"To tumne mehendi bhi pehni hai?" Arnav whispered, noticing that she had swallowed again, her eyelids still lowered. He stifled his chuckled and looked at it, only to be floored immediately. "Khushi?" he gasped in shock. (So you're wearing mehendi too?)

Her eyes popped open to stare at him in astonishment. She seemed completely oblivious to it. Arnav felt his lips twist with humour. "You just had to say it, you know? It would be easier. For you. I think you may have a lot of questions to answer now."

Khushi frowned, none of his words making any sense to her. "Kya? Humein kya kehna tha?" (What? What did I have to say?)

He lifted his eyebrows innocently. "Ke tum bhi mujhse pyaar karti ho?" (That you love me too?)

She blushed deep red and blinked in embarrassment. "N-n-nahin... h-h-hum..." (N-n-no... I...)

"Mehendi mein likhne ki kya zaroorat thi, Khushi?" he mused huskily, trying to hide his smile. (Why write in the mehendi, Khushi?)

The frown on her face deepened as her mind absorbed his meaning before she blanched and her eyes widened. She gasped and examined her hands frantically. He almost feared she was going to faint when her face paled further the moment she saw the prominent 'A' on her palm.

She glanced up at him briefly, deep colour flooding her cheeks again. "Shivanee!" she muttered under her breath. Did she seem furious or was it him? "Hum usse nahin chhodeinge!" he heard her say and chuckled. (I won't leave her!)

The sound made her glare up at him. "Aapko hassi aa rahi hai?" (You're laughing at me?)

His blazing look made her cheeks brightened even more with scarlet and she huffed to hide the effect he was having on her. Shivanee was so dead! That's what she had been whispering about to the mehendi-wali!

Carefully, Arnav brushed his lips against his initial on her palm, without taking his eyes off her. "She did this?"

"Humein jaanna chaahiye tha ke voh aisa hi kuchh karegi jab voh uss mehendi-wali se baat karne aayi thi," Khushi grumbled in an annoyed tone. (I had to realise she would do something like that when she was talking to the mehendi-wali.)

"Hmm... I think I should thank her." He was rewarded with another deathly glare which made him smirk full of devilment. "She knows?"

She bit her lip, suddenly nervous, and blushed a delicious shade darker. "K-k-kya?" (W-w-what?)

He repressed his smile as she leaned closer to her. "Humaare baare mein?" (About us?)

To his sheer contentment, she reddened even more and her teeth dug deeper in her delicate skin. She didn't answer, but he didn't really need her to. His lips lifted into a triumphant grin. Her eyes widened on seeing the flash of mischief there. She disentangled herself from his arms immediately and ran towards the door, just to pause there, her hand on the knob and she turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her skin flushed a yet more and he saw a tiny smile make its appearance. Then, she had flown away.

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"Khushiji? Aap theek to hain, na?" Anjali placed her hand on Khushi's shoulder. The girl jumped, startled and blinked dazedly at Arnav's sister. (Are you okay?)

Anjali's saree: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/9586441714869_zps2ae85b1e.jpg

"H-haan! K-kyun? H-h-humein kya h-ho sakta hai?" she stuttered, slightly out of breath. (Y-yes! Why> What could happen to me?)

Anjali frowned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Nahin, voh aapka chehra laal hogaya hai, aur aapki saansein bhi... Aapko ziaada garmi to nahin lag rahi? Lekin AC to chal raha hai..." (No, Your face has turned red, and your breathing... Are you feeling too hot? But the AC is on...)

Khushi forced a smile onto her face. "Hum theek hain, Anjaliji. Aap chinta mat kijiye." (I'm fine. Don't worry.)

"Arrey!" Anjali's eyes twinkled when she noticed Khushi's hands. "Aapne mehendi banvaa bhi li? Dikhaaiye to!" (Oh! You've made your mehendi already? Let me see!)

The beam fell and horror replaced it. Khushi gulped. No way! There was no way she could show her mehendi to anyone! What would she say when they would ask about the 'A'.

"Haan, haan, Khushi! Dikhaao to!" Shivanee sang, suddenly appearing from nowhere. She had to repress a giggle when her friend turned a violent shade of crimson. (Yeah! Show us!)

Wincing, Khushi raised her right hand for Anjali and Shivanee to see. The left one, with the initial on it remained by her side.

"Kitni sundar mehendi hai, na?" Anjali smiled. (How beautiful, isn't it?)

Shivanee nodded but with a pitiful smile. "Haan, lekin rang utna gehra nahin hai, na? Tera honewala pati tujhse ziaada pyaar nahin karta." (Yeah, but the colour isn't very deep, right? Your husband-to-be doesn't love you that much.)

Anjali sniggered at that. "Nahin, Shivaneeji! Rang to kal subha ko judge kiya jaayega. Mehendi abhi abhi lagaayi hai to rang chadhne mein thoda time hai! Vaise, Khushji, voh khush naseeb kaun hai?" (No! You'll judge the colour tomorrow morning. The mehendi has just been applied so the colour will take some time! By the way, who is the lucky guy?)

Khushi blushed deeper, her words lost but Shivanee was quick to interject. "Khushi, doosra wala haath to dikha!" (Khushi, show us the other hand too!)

Without waiting for a response, her friend and yanked her left hand up, causing Anjali to gasp as soon as she saw the letter.

"A?"

"A?" Shivanee echoed, barely containing the mirth on her face.

Khushi's jaw dropped open but she didn't really know what to say. An abrupt movement in the background caught her attention. She looked up. Arnav stood at hearing distance from them, his lips twitching. The jerk!

"Yeh 'A' kaun hai, Khushiji?" Anjali asked, her eyes wide with excitement. (Who is this 'A'?)

Arnav turned away to hide his smile as Khushi felt her cheeks burn with mortification. "Voh humne mehendi-wali ko 'K' bola tha! Shaayad ussne 'A' sun liya!" she blubbered mindlessly. (I had told the mehendi-wali to write 'K'! Maybe she heard 'A'!)

Shivanee released a loud snort with she quickly disguised into a cough while Arnav walked away to dissimulate his heightening humour. Anjali, on the other hand, looked genuinely disappointed. She pouted.

"Huh! Aur humein laga ki... dhat!" then, she left with a chuckle. (And I thought that...)

Khushi instantly turned to her friend with the death glare and her hand was already rising to grab her ear but she was stopped in the nick of time.

"Khushiji!"

She whirled around, immediately recognising the voice. "Nanheji!" she laughed as NK swaggered in an exaggerated replica of Salman Khan in Bodyguard. "Aap kab aaye?" (When did you come?)

"Just now!" he chortled. "Aur kissi ko haath bhi laaya houn!" (And I brought someone hand!)

Khushi giggled again. "Haath nahin, Nanheji, saath!" (Not hand, Nanheji, along!)

He pinched his ear apologetically and whistled. Another young man walked in, a flirty smile on his face. "Hey beautiful!" he drawled in his faux-Australian accent, taking her hand to kiss her knuckles and repeating the same with her friend.

She smiled heartily as she made the introductions. "So, Shivanee, tum Nanheji to jaanti hi ho. Yeh Amanji hain, Nanheji ke dost. Hum Australia mein mile the." (...You already know Nanheji. This is Amanji, Nanheji's friend. We had met in Australia.)

"Aur Nannav ka cousin bhi," Aman added. (And Nannav's cousin.)

Shivanee stared at the trio inquisitively. "Nannav?"

"Arnav Singh Raizada for you!"

"Ooh!" Shivanee eyed Khushi tartly, only to get ignorance in exchange.

NK clapped his hands together. "Sorry, Khushiji! We wanted to come before but there were some complications. Lekin ab main aagaya houn, na? Why fear when NK is here? Aur main apne pyaar ke saath bhi aaya houn!" he declared, throwing his arm around Aman's shoulders. (...But now I'm here, right? [...] And I have come with my love!)

Before anyone could correct the poor soul, his friend pulled away with mock-digust. "Sorry, NK. Agar tum uss type ke ho, to main tumhaare type ka nahin houn!" (... If you are of that type, I'm not your type!)

The four of the laughed as NK saw where he had goofed up.