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KKKA

Very interesting...love the twist on their story...

Princess Khushi...has a nice ring to it...

Love that Arnav is trying not to have to force her to marry him...

Can't wait to see what happens next...

Khushi woke up the next morning with a blistering headache and puffy eyes. The pain in her arm seemed to be manageable with the medications that had been prescribed to her though every menial task seemed to be taking 3 times the amount of time to complete. To her absolute mortification she had been sitting on the floor of the bathroom clutching a saree and crying when Anjali had come into the guestroom last night. Khushi had been there for the past hour ready to pull her hair out from frustration as the saree kept slipping from her stiff plaster covered fingers.

Anjali had then wordlessly proceeded to help Khushi get dressed and helped her into bed. This had really just added insult to the injury. She couldn't believe that she had been bullied in to accepting their invitation to live at Shantivaan. But since Khushi was also a practical girl she knew that she really wouldn't be able to manage alone and vowed that she would find a way to repay the Raizada household for their kindness.

So this morning she had showered and again with Anjali's help got ready wearing the saree that had been given to her the night before. It was made of a beautiful pale pink plain chiffon with an off-gold coloured blouse. Very un-chamkili like but elegant nonetheless. She looked at her reflection and before her stood a young woman. Not a girl but a woman. When had that happened? She smiled at herself but the image in front her began to dissolve and merge in to another. She blinked and saw an image of an older woman that looked so much like her in the same saree. This woman, an older version of herself stood tall, back straight and chin slightly jutted in the air. She was smiling but her eyes were filled with the sadness and wisdom of unspoken tragedy. And once again as it had done so many times before in her dreams and under the blanket of night the wind whispered her name…"Khushi…" She blinked again and the image was gone.

Khushi spun around eyeballing the room in search of evidence that would suggest that the image was not just the trickery of the morning light…she found no such thing. Khushi then looked at her reflection again standing just a bit taller, back straight and jutting her chin at a slight angle in an attempt to emulate the image that her mind had conjured. It was almost picture perfect except she was unable to generate the commanding presence and aura that had resonated from the woman. Brushing it off in her usual cheery manner she chided herself; Laad Governer's pagalpan seemed to be contagious.

Now that was another kettle of fish she really did not want to have to deal with. She let her mind wander back to the events of the previous night and recalled his every touch. The simple act of him feeding her had somehow become the hardest act of self-control. His thumb had lingered over the crevices of her lips and so desperately she had wished it were his lips instead. Every breath labored and ragged while she was trying to tame the storm of feelings that were threatening to destroy any semblance of her decency.

To make this even more complicated and confusing she had seen the guilt that was swimming in his eyes. In that moment she could no longer be angry at him. Where had her fire gone? Not a single word had been exchanged and nor had it needed to be. Enough! If she thought about this any longer she would lose her sanity although buaji would probably make a case about her not being able to lose something she never had in the first place.

She made her way down to the breakfast table.

"Good Morning Khushi Didi!"

"Good Morning Rehaan"

Rehaan was Anjali's 5 year old son who displayed the countenance of his mother but seemed in his habits to be like his Mamu. He wore his school uniform blazer and tie while eating oatmeal rather than the paratha his mother was so keen to feed him. Khushi giggled…she wondered if Laad Governer had been like this as a child. She wouldn't be surprised if he had been born in a three piece suit. The giggles became louder and she had to put a hand over her mouth to try and appease them.

"Arrey Khuhsiji, what's so funny?"

"Nothing Anjali ji…Rehaan just looks very cute"

Rehaan did not appreciate the adjective and scrunched his face up in protest to which everyone on the table laughed. Aakash ruffled his nephews hair which annoyed him more and immediately his hands flew up to his hair restyling it in the same fashion as his beloved Arnav Mamu.

"Did you sleep well Khushiji?"

"I did thank you Aakash Sir, the room is lovely"

"Please don't call me Sir here, we are at home" he said smiling. Turning to Anjali he said "Jeejaji has taken Maa and Dadi to the mandir and was trying to call you but he said that you weren't picking up your phone"

"Oh ho, I must have left it upstairs. I will get it once I have sent Rehaan to school. Thanks Aakash."

"Please let me get it for you Anjali ji" Khushi thought she could do at least this much.

"Are you sure Khushi ji?"

"Yes of course…where is it"

"Let me think…..I had it in my hand after pooja..OH! I think I left it in Chote's room when I went to give him tika this morning. It's the room across the pool from your room."

Suddenly Khushi was wishing she had not been so generous with her offer as her palms began to sweat and her heart raced. She gulped in an attempt to dispel her nerves and immediately felt stupid. He was just a man…there was nothing to be frightened of and so began her ascent towards his room. Anyone looking at Khushi would have thought that she was being led to the slaughter house not going to retrieve a phone.

She momentarily paused outside his room and threw out the thoughts of running back downstairs with some excuse or another about not being able to get the phone. She knocked on his door but no one answered. Very slowly she pushed the door open and peeked her head inside to see no one there. The breath she had been holding the entire time was expelled from her body in one big rush. Smiling she saw the phone on his bedside table.

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Arnav walked out of the bathroom clad in only a towel to be greeted by the sight of a certain Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta observing the photographs on his wall. She had her back to him and was wearing one of his Di's sarees. Really they should make it illegal for her to wear sarees he thought. It wasn't fair on him. She was in deep concentration resulting in her lips forming a cute pout.

He walked up to her and with his breath tickling her ear he whispered… "What are you doing"

Khushi jumped and turned around ready to apologise and explain when she realized that he was only in a towel. She started to scream but he was too quick for her. He clamped shut her mouth with his hand and pushed her into the wall.

"Screaming won't help you now…" his breath warm on her neck.

She shivered and he pushed her further into the wall. His body was up against hers and she could feel the contours of his body against her own. The masculine form so different yet so complimentary with her own feminine being. His hair hanging loosely around his forehead was dripping water ever so slowly on to her nose and lips. She inhaled his clean and woody scent and despite the breeze coming in from the window and she felt a warmth spread across her body. This warmth was familiar …she had felt it in her dreams when she was twirled around by the mysterious woman. Why was being in his arms akin to that dream?

Her eyes had initially become as wide as saucers as they scanned his face. But now she had closed her eyes and seemed to be taking deep breaths. Arnav was amused and ever so turned on. Her face was littered with droplets that had fallen from his hair while a few others had found their way to her clavicle. Before he could reason with logic his tongue darted out and lapped up the moisture from the crook of her neck.

"What are you doing!?" Khushi exclaimed as her eyes flew open.

"I believe that was my original question…I'm still waiting for an answer" his voice was barely a whisper and husky as hell.

" I..um…Anjali..phone…" she stammered.

His eyes lazily wandered down to her hand that was gripping on to the mobile for dear life. She bit down on her lower lip and Arnav groaned as blood began to pool in the lower regions of his being. As for the towel … it wasn't really doing much to confine his proof of desire...had she really no idea what effect she had on him? And as if in answer her mouth suddenly formed a perfect o as her body as felt his response.

Equally as mortified as the other Arnav stepped away and Khushi ran as quickly as her feet would allow.

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It had been three days. Three days since the terribly horrifying incident that had rendered both parties equally embarrassed. Embarrassment that stemmed in equal parts from their response to one another and also from the lack of control they both seemed to incite in each other.

Arnav had left for work early and come back home late making sure that there was no opportunity to see Khushi. Despite being his P.A she had rarely seen him in the office and the few occasions they had seen each other had consisted of him barking some order at her while she stammered away to glory.

Arnav also seemed to forget that he had a girlfriend…well that term had been applied liberally. He enjoyed the physical perks but even those lately weren't quenching his insatiable thirst. Ever since he had got that taste of her skin…he was forever thirsty for a particular tonic only she could provide. He couldn't even drink water without his thoughts becoming wayward. He needed to end things with Lavanya…that much was certain. What he was feeling was beside the point; the fact of the matter was that he was going to marry Khushi someday soon and it really wasn't fair on Lavanya.

While some people liked to term Arnav Singh Raizada a heartless b*****d he did have a sense of justice. He would end it with her tonight.

Khushi on the other hand had returned to her desk from her lunch break to find a bouquet of red roses sitting on her desk. Instantly her face lit up with delight and she searched for a card. There was none. She looked to his cabin…who else could it have been?

Was he trying to make peace with her after…well… after what had happened? It was so sweet. She would thank him and with that thought she entered his cabin. Arnav who was not expecting such an intrusion from the women he had been successfully avoiding was struck dumb.

"I just wanted to say thankyou for the roses. You didn't really have to apologise…" A sweet smile adorned her face. She had never smiled at him like that before and he suddenly found himself wishing that he had bought those for her. These thoughts hadn't crossed his mind for the first time though…in the last three days he kept imagining the same scenario in his mind but it had taken on a more domestic guise. His imaginings consisted of vermillion, black beads on a chain and warmth from a willing embrace. In that moment Arnav became enlightened…this (whatever was going on between them) was not heading in a direction that was acceptable to him.

You see when someone has spent years fortressing away their heart in hidden lands it becomes comfortable and complacent. The heart is witness to the true self; the self that we are all capable of. For some this bodes well and for others it paints a reality that they would rather not be apart of. Arnav, a man betrayed by the one woman from which whom he measured the worth of every other human being, had long ago decided that emotions only made him vulnerable and weak. Never would he ever be dependent on another individual. Never would his happiness and life be dependent on another individual. What he however had failed to realise as a young boy was that in his greatest weakness lay his greatest strength.

Since then he merely existed in his life…nothing more; never an active participant in his own life. His life had flat lined, no dizzying highs or devastating lows, no spectrum …just flat and Arnav was perfectly fine with that. He had control and that was how it was supposed to remain. Around her nothing mattered his own brain refused to listen to him. He had worked too hard for this to happen. Didn't she understand that?

"Excuse me?"

"Woh…you sent me red roses to..apologise?" she timidly suggested.

Arnav steeled himself as his war paint came on. His eyes became lifeless and his face was set in stone.

" Aadi pagal to thi tum, jab hath toota to sar ko bhi mar diya ka ke puri pagal hogi?" (You were half crazy to begin with, did you knock your head as well when you fractured your arm that now you have gone completely insane?)

" Come out of your dream world Khushi Kumari Gupta. Why would I send you roses? This must be your dream right? Trap a rich man…that's what all you middle class girls want. Well I'm not going to fall for it. Have you seen yourself in a mirror? I can have any girl I want so why would I choose you? I can't believe you would entertain such a thought. Before you remind me of our dalliances…let me tell you that they were just that and nothing more. A way to pass time.., entertaining but I've had much better. You are even middle class in that department. As for the forgiveness part please…don't even pretend you didn't enjoy it. People like me can lay claim to you whenever I want. I don't need permission and I certainly don't need to apologise. Now that I have made myself clear…run along and actually do the work that I pay you to do. " His voice wasn't raised…infact it was very level. Indifferent almost.

He turned himself to face away from her. Every word he had said had pierced his own heart. It was as if his heart was waging war from with in the fortress using his every word against her as ammunition to bring its walls crumbling. It was having the opposite effect of what he had desired.

Khushi on the other hand was about to vomit. She felt numb. He had made her feel cheap and used like some common harlot. Hot tears stung at her eyes and she looked up at him. He had turned away. She wanted to rage, to hit him to scream and to cry…but nothing happened. Instead all she could remember was the image that had been conjured in the mirror and found immense inner strength. Her tears dried in her eyes as she adjusted her posture and waited.

He turned around to see her still standing there and began to open his mouth to tell her to get the hell out when he found he couldn't quite get the words out. He had expected her to scream like a banshee but she stood still and her eyes commanded his presence. She looked him squarely in the eyes and then spoke in a calm and even manner…

"I feel sorry for you."

And with that she turned on her heel and walked away. Arnav couldn't help himself as a small smile played on his lips.

She was definitely royalty.

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Love you all and until next time…xoxo

i dont have enough words to actually express how much i loved this update...

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