FF: Arhi: The way IPK should've been[Ch9/Sc3 pg99] - Page 8

good to see that the old khushi is going to come back

nyc to c d old kushi bk...

Thanks for the update. ASR causing a rift between Akash and Payal? In your story, maybe yes. But I think the actual character would not do this even if he was hurting. He would take out his anger on Khushi but not on Payal. My POV.

khushi as a jhansi ki rani...gr8 going 😎

Originally posted by: smitzy

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Ping me anytime if you want to discuss anything :-) Free advice dena meri hobby hain. I initially started watching this for asr. I was really impressed with khushi's resignation scene and payal's arnav confrontation when khushi is unconscious. but hav become abla naaris n i have started to ignore them. i cant swallow this self sacrifice bit. hope to see the old khushi n payal in ur ff.

Originally posted by: dpotnis

Thanks for the update. ASR causing a rift between Akash and Payal? In your story, maybe yes. But I think the actual character would not do this even if he was hurting. He would take out his anger on Khushi but not on Payal. My POV.

Deepali

i agree with deepali on this one.i could see him, dhamkofying khushi, that if she doesnt cm back, he will break payal's marriage. but i dont see him actually going ahead with it. he would follow the age old matra of saam-daam-dand de.

Originally posted by: -sanika-

i agree with deepali on this one.i could see him, dhamkofying khushi, that if she doesnt cm back, he will break payal's marriage. but i dont see him actually going ahead with it. he would follow the age old matra of saam-daam-dand de.

Read all chapter in one go, loved it. Pls update soon and keep up the good work

CHAPTER 4 Scene 2

[AR Designs office]

A jhola carrying visibly irritated Khushi storms into the office and walks straight to the reception. The receptionist seems to recognise her and immediately stands up to greet her. "Oh, Mrs. Raizada! Good Afternoon," she says politely. Khushi looks distracted for a moment at being addressed as Mrs. Raizada.

"Humein Mr. Raizada se milna hai," she declares dismissively without wasting any time on pleasantries. The receptionist's smile vanishes at seeing such business-like attitude of Khushi and quickly checks something on the planner in front of her.

"I'm sorry Mam. Arnav Sir subah se site inspection ke liye gaye hain. Par woh thodi der mein wapis aane wale hain. Aap wait karna - "

"Humein Mr. Arnav Raizada se nahin, Mr. Aakash Raizada se milna hai," Khushi clarifies. The receptionist looks taken aback. "Ohh. Sure Mam. Ek minute." She quickly dials Aakash's intercom to let him know that Khushi was here to meet him. He replies something back to her after which she puts the phone down. "Mam, Mr. Aakash apne cabin mein hain." She smiles politely at her pointing her in the right direction.

Khushi walks inside his cabin without knocking. Aakash is sitting on his chair, poring over a file; a familiar looking lunch box is sitting on his desk. He seems confused to see her.

"Khushiji, bhai to abhi yahan nahin hain- " Khushi cuts his words halfway.

"Aapne aisa kyun kiya jeeja ji?" Aakash looks dumbstruck. It was so like Khushi to start off without giving any preamble for the problem.

"Khushiji? Maine kya kiya?" he stutters.

"Mamiji ka phone aaya tha subah! Aapne jeeji ko Raizada House aane se mana kyun kar diya?" Aakash looks uncomfortable now.

"Khushiji, woh - "

"Humein kuch nahin sunna hai. Aapne humari jeeji se wada kiya tha ki aap humesha unke saath rahenge. To fir aaj kya hua? Jeeji ghar mein akeli baithi ro rahi hai. Aur aap yahan baith ke dabba kha rahe hain!" Khushi goes on relentlessly. Aakash looks meekly at the tiffin box innocently sitting in front of him and then back at her. Even an inanimate object was not spared by Khushi's wrath.

"Khushiji humari baat to -"

"Aap to sabse ache hain Aakash ji. Aur aap to hamari jeeji se bahut pyaar karte hain! To fir ye sab?" Aakash again tries to say something but Khushi dismisses him with a dramatic, "humein aapse ye umeed nahin thi jeeja ji!" Aakash looks down, a sad expression on his face.

"Payal ko ghar mein na aane dene ka decision mera nahin tha Khushiji," he mumbles. Khushi pauses, her mouth slightly open. Did she hear that right? It wasn't her jeejaji's decision? She stares at him, slumped sadly over his desk, looking really upset. Ohhh... It wasn't her jeejaji's decision... Hey Devi Maiyya, humne to galat insaan ko daant laga di. She continues gazing at Aakash, now regretfully. She realises it is time for some damage control. She suddenly beams a huge smile at him.

"Jeejaji!" she exclaims sweetly. Aakash looks up, amazed to hear a different tone in her voice. "Humein to pata tha ki aap to aisa kabhi kar hi nahin sakte hain! Aakhir aap uss ghar mein sabse ache hain," she repeats sweetly attempting to mollify him. Aakash is understandably baffled seeing this 360 degrees shift in Khushi's mood. "Humein maaf kar dijiye jeejaji. Woh gusse mein hum kuch zyada hi bol gaye," Khushi finally says sheepishly. He lets out a long sigh.

"Koi baat nahin Khushiji," he says. "Aapki jagah main hota, to main bhi shayad yahi karta."

"Par agar ye faisla aapka nahin tha to fir kiska tha?" Khushi asks him curiously. Aakash shifts uncomfortably on his seat, an indecisive look on his face. Khushi mentally tries to guess if it was Mamiji or Dadiji's idea.

"Woh... actually... bhai..." Aakash reluctantly mumbles not meeting her eyes. Khushi freezes, all mental pictures instantly disappearing from her mind. Her jaw drops open.

"Bhai?? Matlab... Arnavji...?"

[Cut to Raizada House]

Everyone is sitting in the living room. Hariprakash is serving kheer to everyone. There is a buzz of conversation.

"Deviyani, humne ek baat sochi hai," Dadiji says. "Humein lagta hai iss saal shradh ki pooja ke liye humein Lucknow jana chahiye." Naniji looks at her in surprise.

"Lucknow?" Even Anjali looks taken aback.

"Par Dadi, har saal to hum shradh ki pooja yahin ghar mein karte hain," she explains to Dadi who nods at her.

"Haan hum jaante hain Anjali bitiya. Par abhi iss ghar mein itni ashanti hai, ki hum nahin chahte ki woh ashanti humare bete aur bahu ke liye rakhi pooja mein badha dale," Dadi states firmly. Anjali bows her head down, looking a little sad. Naniji looks thoughtfully at Dadi.

"Hum aapki baat se sehmat hain, Sumi," Naniji agrees. "Shayad iss saal pooja humein Sheesh Mahal mein hi karni chahiye."

"Theek hai, Dadi. Main tickets book karwa deta hun," NK volunteers. "Waise Naniji, dates kab ki hain?"

Naniji replies to her query, "Shradh ki teethi agle shukarvaar ki hai, matlab 11 din baad ki."

[Cut to AR Designs office, Arnav's cabin]

"I'm so sorry sir. Maine inko bahut baar bataya ki aapki meeting chal rahi hai, par inhone meri baat nahin suni."

Arnav stares at Khushi, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. What is she doing here? He was seeing her after almost a week and with just one look at her he found his breath stopping; she looked lovely. Her silky black hair cascading down her back, her body hugged in the beautiful pale blue suit that compliments her complexion so well, the faintest traces of lip gloss covering her lips, just the right amount of kohl accentuating her angry big eyes... wait... why does she look so angry?

His secretary is still muttering apologies at letting Khushi sneak upstairs when she suddenly raises her hand authoritatively. His secretary immediately stops her mumbling, her scared eyes following Khushi's raised hand to the look of amusement now dawning on Arnav's face. Khushi ignores him and directs her attention at the men in his chamber.

"Kya aap humein akela chod sakte hain? Humein Mr. Raizada se baat karni hai," Khushi says in a commandeering voice. The men look at each other confusedly and then at Arnav seeking his confirmation.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Khushi, but I'm in the middle of an important meeting. Hum baad mein baat karenge," Arnav snubs her and goes back to talking business.

"Hum abhi baat karenge Mr. Raizada," Khushi declares, interrupting him. Arnav looks up at her irritatedly this time. "Kyunki, humari baat aapki iss meeting se zyada zaroori hai!"

They both stare daggers at each other. Normally Khushi would flinch seeing an angry Arnav, but today she wasn't batting an eyelid. She was determined to show him that she was dictating the terms to their conversation today. Arnav continues to gaze at her with anger in his eyes, before he finally gives up seeing Khushi was not going to be dissuaded. He lets out a sigh and turns his attention to the men sitting in front of him.

"Gentlemen, lets take a break and meet again in an hour? We'll continue then," he requests them. The men gather their papers and start to leave. One of them pauses near the door and slightly bows his head in Khushi's direction.

"Mrs. Raizada." he mumbles respectfully. Arnav smirks wondering how she was going to react.

Khushi is clearly affronted at being addressed as Mrs. Raizada again. She immediately corrects the man. "Hum Mrs. Raizada nahin, Khushi Kumari Gupta hain!" The man looks flustered, mumbles a quick apology and quickly leaves. Arnav is amused seeing Khushi's blunt dismissal of the Raizada title. She shuts the door and turns to him.

"So Miss. Khushi Kumari Gupta," Arnav starts off immediately, his polite tone barely concealing the laughter in his voice, "what can I do for you?"

NEXT SCENE (click)

I'm sorry folks, but Khushi's confrontation scene with Arnav spilled over so long that I had to split it up for the next chapter. let's see how badly you want to read that part (Muhahahahhaa 😃)

ENGLISH VERSION

CHAPTER 4 Scene 2

[AR Designs office]

A jhola carrying visibly irritated Khushi storms into the office and walks straight to the reception. The receptionist seems to recognise her and immediately stands up to greet her. "Oh, Mrs. Raizada! Good Afternoon," she says politely. Khushi looks distracted for a moment at being addressed as Mrs. Raizada.

"I want to meet Mr. Raizada," she declares dismissively without wasting any time on pleasantries. The receptionist's smile vanishes at seeing such business-like attitude of Khushi and quickly checks something on the planner in front of her.

"I'm sorry Mam. Arnav Sir has gone for site inspection since morning. But he is expected back shortly. If you'd like to wait - "

"I need to meet Mr. Aakash Raizada not Mr. Arnav Raizada," Khushi clarifies. The receptionist looks taken aback. "Ohh. Sure Mam. One minute." She quickly dials Aakash's intercom to let him know that Khushi was here to meet him. He replies something back to her after which she puts the phone down. "Mam, Mr. Aakash is in his cabin." She smiles politely at her pointing her in the right direction.

Khushi walks inside his cabin without knocking. Aakash is sitting on his chair, poring over a file; a familiar looking lunch box is sitting on his desk. He seems confused to see her.

"Khushiji, bhai isn't here- " Khushi cuts his words halfway.

"Why did you do this jeeja ji?" Aakash looks dumbstruck. It was so like Khushi to start off without giving any preamble for the problem.

"Khushiji? what did I do?" he stutters.

"Mamiji called today morning! Why did you ask for Jeeji to not to return to Raizada House?" Aakash looks uncomfortable now.

"Khushiji, actually- "

"I don't want to listen to anything. You promised my jeeji that you'll always be with her. Then what happened today? Jeeji is all alone at home and very upset. And you are sitting here eating this tiffin!" Khushi goes on relentlessly. Aakash looks meekly at the tiffin box innocently sitting in front of him and then back at her. Even an inanimate object was not spared by Khushi's wrath.

"Khushiji please listen to -"

"I thought you to be a nice person Aakash ji. And you also happen to love my jeeji so much! Then what is all this?" Aakash again tries to say something but Khushi dismisses him with a dramatic, "I didn't expect this from you, jeeja ji!" Aakash looks down, a sad expression on his face.

"Disallowing Payal to return home wasn't my decision Khushiji," he mumbles. Khushi pauses, her mouth slightly open. Did she hear that right? It wasn't her jeejaji's decision? She stares at him, slumped sadly over his desk, looking really upset. Ohhh...It wasn't her jeejaji's decision... Ohh Devi Maiyya, I have scolded the wrong person. She continues gazing at Aakash, now regretfully. She realises it is time for some damage control. She suddenly beams a huge smile at him.

"Jeejaji!" she exclaims sweetly. Aakash looks up, amazed to hear a different tone in her voice. "I knew it that you could have never done a thing like this! After all you are one of the nicest persons in that house," she repeats sweetly attempting to mollify him. Aakash is understandably baffled seeing this 360 degrees shift in Khushi's mood. "I'm sorry, jeejaji. I think I spoke out of place in my anger," Khushi finally says sheepishly. He lets out a long sigh.

"It's alright, Khushiji," he says. "Had I been in your place, I would have reacted in the same way."

"But if you didn't decide this then who did?" Khushi asks him curiously. Aakash shifts uncomfortably on his seat, an indecisive look on his face. Khushi mentally tries to guess if it was Mamiji or Dadiji's idea.

"Uhmm... actually... bhai..." Aakash reluctantly mumbles not meeting her eyes. Khushi freezes, all mental pictures instantly disappearing from her mind. Her jaw drops open.

"Bhai?? Meaning... Arnavji...?"

[Cut to Raizada House]

Everyone is sitting in the living room. Hariprakash is serving kheer to everyone. There is a buzz of conversation.

"Deviyani, I've thought of something," Dadiji says. "I think this year, we should head to lucknow for the Shradh Pooja." Naniji looks at her in surprise.

"Lucknow?" Even Anjali looks taken aback.

"But Dadi, we organize the Shradh pooja in this house every year," she explains to Dadi who nods at her.

"I know that, Anjali. But there is a lot of negativity in this house right now, and I don't want any of it to create disquiet for my son and daughter-in-law's pooja," Dadi states firmly. Anjali bows her head down, looking a little sad. Naniji looks thoughtfully at Dadi.

"I agree with you on this, Sumi," Naniji agrees. "I think this year, we should keep the Pooja in Sheesh Mahal."

"Alright, Dadi. I'll get the tickets arranged," NK volunteers. "By the way Naniji, what are the dates?"

Naniji replies to her query, "The date of the Shradh is on next Friday, meaning after 11 days."

[Cut to AR Designs office, Arnav's cabin]

"I'm so sorry sir. I told her several times that you are in a meeting but she didn't listen to me."

Arnav stares at Khushi, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. What is she doing here? He was seeing her after almost a week and with just one look at her he found his breath stopping; she looked lovely. Her silky black hair cascading down her back, her body hugged in the beautiful pale blue suit that compliments her complexion so well, the faintest traces of lip gloss covering her lips, just the right amount of kohl accentuating her angry big eyes... wait... why does she look so angry?

His secretary is still muttering apologies at letting Khushi sneak upstairs when she suddenly raises her hand authoritatively. His secretary immediately stops her mumbling, her scared eyes following Khushi's raised hand to the look of amusement now dawning on Arnav's face. Khushi ignores him and directs her attention at the men in his chamber.

"Can you please leave us alone? I need to speak to Mr. Raizada," Khushi says in a commandeering voice. The men look at each other confusedly and then at Arnav seeking his confirmation.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Khushi, but I'm in the middle of an important meeting. We'll talk later," Arnav snubs her and goes back to talking business.

"We'll talk NOW, Mr. Raizada," Khushi declares, interrupting him. Arnav looks up at her irritatedly this time. "because, what I need to say to you is more important than your meeting!"

They both stare daggers at each other. Normally Khushi would flinch seeing an angry Arnav, but today she wasn't batting an eyelid. She was determined to show him that she was dictating the terms to their conversation today. Arnav continues to gaze at her with anger in his eyes, before he finally gives up seeing Khushi was not going to be dissuaded. He lets out a sigh and turns his attention to the men sitting in front of him.

"Gentlemen, lets take a break and meet again in an hour? We'll continue then," he requests them. The men gather their papers and start to leave. One of them pauses near the door and slightly bows his head in Khushi's direction.

"Mrs. Raizada." he mumbles respectfully. Arnav smirks wondering how she was going to react.

Khushi is clearly affronted at being addressed as Mrs. Raizada again. She immediately corrects the man. "I'm not Mrs. Raizada. I'm Khushi Kumari Gupta!" The man looks flustered, mumbles a quick apology and quickly leaves. Arnav is amused seeing Khushi's blunt dismissal of the Raizada title. She shuts the door and turns to him.

"So Miss. Khushi Kumari Gupta," Arnav starts off immediately, his polite tone barely concealing the laughter in his voice, "what can I do for you?"

NEXT SCENE (click)

I'm sorry folks, but Khushi's confrontation scene with Arnav spilled over so long that I had to split it up for the next chapter. let's see how badly you want to read that part (Muhahahahhaa 😃)

pls update next chapter, i sooo love this fight between these two, Khushi go girl show arnav what you are made up of.