Res* for Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Beginning of Battle
Khushi raised her red rimmed eyes to the man's molten ones, and clenched her jaw tight before opening her mouth.
"Get out."
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Arnav stepped back from the undisguised fury present in the woman's eyes. His intellect offered no reasons as to why she seemed to be so infuriated.
"Don't you even dare speak that name in this house!"
Her voice, melodious even in the depth of anger, lashed out harshly at him. He stood still as he watched the rage distort her beautiful visage, making it even more glorious in the process.
As he absorbed her words however, the appreciation of the goddess ahead of him took a backseat. She was referring to Anurag in that vile tone of hers. To the man who had raised him. He wouldn't take anyone talking about Baba like that.
"Don't you talk like that about him!"
Arnav bit out rudely at her, his own voice echoing the harsh tone she had just used. He saw those out worldly eyes widen in disbelief, and then narrow in alarm as she took in his impulsive statement.
"Who are you to tell me what to say? And didn't you hear me? Get out!"
She bounced back with that now familiar feistiness, and stared defiantly into his eyes. Her body was rigid, her aanchal covered front rising subtly with the breaths she took.
He remained adamant, and refused to waver from his current mindset. There was no way this woman was going to make him leave.
And now that he knew who she was, he would stay.
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For a moment, feelings of incredulity maneuvered her rage into a more...bearable trait. Her violet lenses tried -with difficulty- to understand why the man'the god in front of her wouldn't leave.
Hadn't she made it abundantly clear that she didn't desire his presence?
Even if it was a downright lie.
All she did was desire this man. The dreams that plagued her like shadows reminded her brutally of that very fact.
But she would rather die, than let him be privy to that piece of information. Her eyes tightened further as she looked straight at him, and slowly gritted out; "You are trespassing on private property. So get out before I call the police-"
Before she could complete her threat, he interrupted her with furious intent; "I am standing on private property Ms. Sen, and the police cannot do anything to me."
Khushi only gaped at him as he reached into his back pocket and revealed a piece of paper. Wordlessly, she took it from him, careful not to touch him any manner.
It was a legal document that only reminded her of the truth once again. She had been stumped, only she knew it already. This wasn't her home. It belonged to the bas***d father of hers.
She'd been fighting for it ever since she'd turned eighteen, but how could you fight when the man refused to turn up at trial?
And anyway, in the country that constantly held men at a high pedestal, which court would grant the house in her name?
None.
Kani took in a deep breath and unwillingly calmed herself. It would not do to kill this man. She couldn't afford to fall into another muddle with the local thaana. Again.
"What are you doing here?"
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Arnav heard the woman before him speak-surprisingly- a bit more nicely. Those lips that had conveyed words of anger and hate now paused to ask a question.
Unnerved by the sound of her soft voice, he blinked as the startling impact of her violet lenses hit him like a physical force.
"My name is Arnav Singh Raizada, and I'm here because of Anurag Sen"
He uttered those words calmly, coolly. After all he had just observed, it came as no shock when those tempting eyes froze once again. She turned around, presenting her back to him for a second time.
"Mr. Raizada" he heard her say, "I'm trying extremely hard to be civil. Please don't take that name and diminish all chances of human conversation."
Arnav stayed silent at her statement and merely waited for her to face him. In another three seconds, she twisted towards him, and this time, the soft expression on her face completely shook him.
There were tears that glimmered in her eyes. They remained immobile for the moment, almost as if determined not to embark on their journey down her beautiful face.
Her swan like neck was corded in tension as she swallowed tightly, and her fingers fisted into the material of her sari.
"Mr. Raizada, I'm sure you know by now that I do not appreciate that man" he noticed that she purposely avoided saying father. Why though? What had happened between these two that she hated him so much?
Anurag had been the best guide anyone could ever have. In fact, Arnav regretted that the older man couldn't have been his father; he was only his Legal Guardian. For reasons unknown to him, Anurag had never adopted him.
He snapped out of his thoughts, and looked at the woman in front of him.
"Ms. Sen, I can see that. But I greatly appreciate your father" he stressed on the last two words deliberately, once again noticing the clenching of her fists "and he has asked me to do something. And I see no reason to deny him."
Even before he had finished his line, she turned around to face him. The rage that he had come to associate with her, in merely few minutes of their first meeting, was back.
Her eyes flashed as she sauntered towards him. The stance she carried like a queen, screamed anger and defiance. A lethal combination. But his aroused mind only took in with fearsome hunger the way her hips swayed as she walked his way. Her sensual dusky skin glowed in the dim light from the oil lamp, and the gold nosering glimmered subtly. Those sinful lips tightened as they neared him.
"If that is the case, then I repeat my earlier words Mr. Raizada. Get out."
Udne Ki Aasha
Kumkum Bhagya
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