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Chapter 10 (He Found Love in an Awkward Place)

Recap

"Sure, let me feed you the meds. Here, take the Rajma, fukitol,DiLauMe, ShyaMax, All-A-Day, Cod Kheer Oil, " said the soul of Mother Theresa trapped in the 6-foot body of Arnav Virgin Singh Raizada nee Arnav Virgin Malik.

"Thanks, chotey. What about Attentionseekay'all, Deluserol, Bitchodin, Insanityisin and Cockaine?" asked Star Parivaar 2013's favourite Di.

"Doctor Lalit said Cut it" said Arnav sadly.

Meanwhile...

Khushi Kumari (still) Gupta Singh Raizada (nearly), secretly loved those rare moments without Arnavji. Spending time with ASR was never an easy feat for Khushi; those constant never ending eye locks that she just simply couldn't snap out of until the magical wind stopped blowing, those gravity defying moments of falling from amezing heights praying to Devi Maiyya that Arnavji's Star Plus Hero reflexes would save her ass from being bruised, and perhaps the most annoying and peculiar of all, was that strange poking sensation Khushi felt whenever Arnavji held her from behind. Hmm, must be those darn pom poms she mused.

She glanced around the room wondering where the faraq Arnavji had got to. What a wonderful guy she thought'Always caring for Di, always worrying about Di, always cockblocking himself for his Di. Whattay blessed soul Khushi was indeed, and with that thought she sighed contentedly to herself, smiling wider than Di after her mysterious dates with Nupurji. What more does any red blooded female need?

Glancing around the room she spotted the infamous laptop Arnavji consistently bends over. The laptop, like his Di was annoyingly attached to him, more important to him than his wife and unfortunately the other constant reason why Arnav hadn't been laid yet. Carefully, Khushi opened up the concealed case and clicked on the Internet Explorer Icon. Her stint at AR Design had taught her nothing, if not how to secretly troll on IF without her Raakshas Boss catching her. The mouse hovered over the history tab for just a second before she tapped confidently on the pad, and waited for Arnav Singh Raizada's Internet History to load open.

Khushi began giggling to herself, almost giddy with delight at the stupidity of Arnavji not having a password protection on his laptop'She remembered the laboriously tough task of hacking into Shyamu's pen drive and cracking the incredibly creepy (yet touching) password 'I Love Khushi'. Well, she thought, Arnavji's password would have been easy to hack anyway; all she would have to type in is 'I Love Di'.

The page had loaded up and Khushi's smile began to slip from her face faster than Garima hiding from Dadi. Pages and pages of Google searches began showing up on the screen, leaving Khushi more and more confused.

'How to Rub Away + No Contact + No Kissing'

'Desi Bra + Delhi Shop + Live Model'

'Consummation + Definition'

'Big Pom Pom Wali + Chameli'

'Gota + Fetish + Kinky'

'Balwant + Kaur + Friend Finder'

'Khushi!'

Khushi gasped as she whipped around to find Arnav advancing towards her, his eyes alight with mischief, flicking once towards the damning evidence of his secret kinky ways and then finally settling on his wife.

'You've been a very naughty girl Khushi', he growled, 'What do you have to say for yourself?'

Chamelis Anthem

ASR Rox (His Laptop)

SaRun Paper (Sexploits in Delhi Newspapers)

ArHi Scissors (Chop the Pom Poms )