NEW Arhi SS: One Last Wish. SNEAK PEEK Updted - Page 5

Arnav gulped down the butterflies that erupted in his stomach and got up from his chair. Miss. Sense walked in and sat down behind the desk, while his cat girl stood at the corner, twirling her shawl and looking down at the carpeted floor. He knew she was nervous because he made sure Miss. Sense not disclose anything to her yet. This was something Arnav, himself, needed to tell his cat girl. She was dressed quite differently today. Her usual bright colored clothes were changed to a pale green salwar outfit; her wrists were bare and her braided hair was put in a pony tail. Simple, yet so elegantly beautiful.

"Hello Miss. Sense... so shall we proceed?" Arnav asked the counselor, a little impatient from waiting so long.

Miss. Sense nodded her head and smiled slightly. She was a pleasant old woman, dressed in a white sari. Her hair was white as her sari, but there was hint of youth nature that still mingled in her eyes. Arnav liked her immediately.

"Khushi come sit and we can discuss." Miss. Sense told Khushi kindly. Arnav saw her pout a bit, but she did as she was told. He hid a smile at her antics. No matter how old she got, his cat girl will always be childish. She slowly sat next to him and the scent of strawberries overwhelmed his senses. At that very moment Arnav clutched the sides of his chairs to control his desires. 2 years and she still killed him with her seductions. And the sad part was she didn't even try to seduce him.

"Aunty, can you please tell me why I am here?" Khushi asked in her cute confused voice. Arnav noticed how annoyed she seemed with this whole scene. Miss Sense smiled at Khushi and got up from her chair.

"Khushi, sweet heart, you have been in this orphanage since you were 8. You called this place your home for years, and you are like my own daughter. But you cannot live here forever, you know that..."

Arnav saw Khushi's eyes widen and her lips began to shake. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her, and comfort her, but he couldn't. After all this was all because of him.

Her voice shook as she asked Miss. Sense, ''What do you mean aunty? Are you kicking me out?" Khushi gasped and asked again, ''Are you making me go with this stranger? IS HE ADOPTING ME? But isn't he too young to adopt a 18 year old?"

Unable to hold in his laughter, Arnav started to laugh really loud. Miss. Sense too couldn't hide a smile. Khushi was so naive. No wonder he was in love with her. It was so difficult not to fall for this girl.

"Khushi... it's... " That was when Miss. Sense stopped and she nodded at Arnav to take the plunge. He nodded back and took in a deep breath...

"Khushi... I am Arnav... do you remember me?"

Her eyes furrowed in confusion and her tongue stuck out, while she concentrated on remembering him. Arnav clenched his fists at the sight. Did she seriously have to do things like that?

"Oh my god... you ARE MR WUMPUS! YOU HELPED ME GET TO THE CEMETERY TO BURY TUBA!" Khushi exclaimed suddenly getting out of her chair in excitement.

Arnav raised an eyebrow at her comment. Did she just call him Mr. Wumpus. He never remembered her calling him that.

"Well, yes, that's me, but I am not Mr. Wumpus. I am Arnav Singh Razaida."

Khushi shrugged and made herself comfortable on the desk. She grabbed an owl paper weight and stroked it.

"You are still grumpy."

Arnav smiled at her boldness. No other person would ever have the guts to ever tell him that, but of course she was different. Weird, childish, beautiful and so innocent at heart. She was definitely the one.

"I am not grumpy anymore Khushi... Life changed me and I am not grumpy. Do you see me glaring at you or getting angry with you?"

"No, but you might any second."

Miss Sense shook her head with a smile and walked out the door. Arnav mentally thanked her for that.

"Khushi do you know why I am here?"

"No, but I know you are going to tell me. Although before you do Mr. Wumpus I'll you have know that the answer is no."

His heart dropped at her answer. No, he knew he had convince her in some way, there was no other way.

"Khushi so you do know then... "

"Of course I do Mr. Wumpus. I might be naive, but I am not stupid. After all I am 18 and the oldest in this orphanage. I take care of all my brothers and sisters here." She said sounding very proud of herself.

Arnav smiled, ''I know you are not stupid Khushi... but can't you give this a chance? Please? Do you want me to do anything? I will do it. What do you want? Tell me, I will go get it for you."

Khushi shook her head in denial, ''no way Mr. Wumpus. Nothing in the world can get me out of here. Don't you understand? This is my home, my life, everything is here."

"But Khushi this is an orphanage..."

Khushi got off the desk and faced him. Her eyes were on fire, glaring at him.

"Just because this is an orphanage doesn't mean it isn't home to me! The answer is no Mr. Wumpus, NO, NO, AND NO."

Arnav's desperate heart was torn in to pieces at her answer. How was he going to ever know the feeling of life without her? He knew this was going to be a slight battle, but he didn't know it would hurt this much.

"Khushi at least can you think about it..." He pleaded her, praying and hoping that she would at least think about it.

"I just don't get it... Why do you even want to?"

"Because...," Arnav's voice broke.

She tapped her feet impatiently, waiting for him to give her answer.

"Well aren't you going to answer me? Why are you so keen on adopting me? You do realize that's really weird and this is coming from me."

Arnav's eyes widened at her statement. All this time she thought he was talking about adopting her? Oh dear god...

"Khushi... I wasn't talking about adopting you..."

An expression of confusion appeared across her face.

"Then what are you talking about?"

Arnav gulped and he answered in a whisper.

"I was talking about marrying you..."

It's a little short I know... but it had to go like that. :) And my A Crack In the Mirror readers, I am updating tomorrow. Working on the chapter right now.

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